#shot myself on the foot adding so much smut to the last chapters

[alovesreading]

Hey! Loved constant repeat so much I've read it twice now since finding it last year 😂 but just wondered was there any update on the next part of this? I know people have previously asked so no pressure, just can't wait to see what happens next!

twice?! you’re a fucking legend!!! thank you a million for reading anon 😚

well next part is defo happening, you can see we have 2 chapters and an epilogue left on that one. lots of stuff going on in my life rn so it’s been taking a while but i’m slowly writing!

focusing on CSD at the moment, but i promise CR is coming too!!

thanks again for reading and for sending this in!!! xxxx

[nessinborderland]

Be Mine (05)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn’t want an Alpha; you didn’t need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars, Death, Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Trauma, Bath Sex, Blood and Injury

Notes: Here is the so awaited chapter nº5! It’s pretty much just Niragi’s funeral, but I think you’re gonna enjoy it either way :) I’m kidding lol, there’s no funeral.  Also if ya'll want some music recs, I had Kai's first mini-album on repeat as I was writing this chapter. Is just so damn good. Enjoy <3

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“He’s dead,” Chishiya says like he’s announcing the weather. It’s so cold and impersonal that you feel yourself getting angry at him. It doesn’t last more than a second though; his words hit you like a ton of bricks. He can’t be dead; you would feel it. You don’t know how or why, but you would know. Your legs go weak again under you, but this time you lean against a stone pillar. That’s where you absently notice you’re on the front steps of a big red house.

“N- no,” you gulp, trying to control the tears that threaten to fall. No, he can’t be dead. “You’re lying…” you whisper that last part.

He just looks at you for a moment, without saying a word, before walking to an information board you haven’t noticed before. A card is stuck to the board by a pin. The Ten of Spades. He takes it and approaches you before putting the card in your hoodie’s pocket. Then he speaks.

“Why would I be lying, Y/N?” his tone is so condescending. Anger rises inside you again. “And why do you care so much?” 

“Why do I care?...” you repeat his question to yourself. Why do you care? You don’t know. You barely know Niragi. But he saved you and was weirdly sweet to you on your first night together and he...you...you just care. You’re like eighty-five percent sure that this is your wolf talking, but you don’t care either way, “I’m going to find him,” you say as you practically drag yourself down the stone steps, cursing your injured foot.

“No, you’re not. Stop,” the order makes you stop on instinct, and your mind fogs for a moment. Your eyes go wide as you realize what he’s trying to do.

“Fuck you,” you hiss in his direction, “Go manipulate someone else.” You turn and continue limping down the path. You hear a growl, and he’s suddenly in front of you, now back in his wolf form. His teeth are bare, but you ignore him and walk right past him. “If you’re not going to help, just go away,” you say over your shoulder. “I will find him and bring him back by myself.”

You can’t hear him behind you anymore, but you can smell him close by. You ignore his scent to focus on Niragi’s, trying to find your way back to where you last saw him. You groan in pain at your ankle; it hurts more at every step. The blood seeping through your makeshift bandage doesn't make walking any easier.

You finally catch his scent and try walking faster. Part of you is thankful for the park lights that are now on, almost giving the impression of daylight; it makes the path so much easier to walk through. The con is that you can also undoubtedly see the bodies and blood. You see them everywhere in the open field you were just moments ago; animal and human. It's a bloodbath. You ignore the blood, and the ripped limbs, and the open wounds.

“Niragi!” you can’t help but scream when you see him.

He’s face down on the ground, still in his human form, like he had tried to crawl before passing out. You ignore the possibility that he might be dead. You finally get to him, falling on your knees to assess his condition. He’s covered head to toe in blood, and you hesitate to touch him. You’re afraid to hurt him more if you try to move him.

“Niragi?” you call in a trembling voice, “Niragi, can you hear me?”

No answer.

“I told you he was dead,” Chishiya says, right behind you. You ignore him and finally touch Niragi’s skin. He’s warm to the touch; way too warm to be considered dead. A grunt coming from him startles you.

“Oh my God! ” you exclaim, maybe a little too loudly, “Niragi, can you hear me? Can you move?”

“That’s just gas leaving the body,” Chishiya again, “C’mon, let’s go.” You roll your eyes and keep ignoring him, focusing on what matters. 

Niragi’s hand moves as he grunts again, this time louder, and you realize he’s trying to talk.

“What-”

“Stop saying I’m dead-” he turns his head to the side, and you can finally see his face as he mumbles. “You fucking dog-... I hope you get leishmaniasis-... and die.”

You can’t help the sudden laugh that leaves your lips before you can stop it; people dying don’t talk like that. He opens one eye at hearing you, and you see his brow furrow even with all the blood on his face.

“Me dying is funny to you?” he asks in a croaky voice.

You shake your head and quickly wipe the tears that had started to fall. “No, I- I’m just glad you’re alive.” You turn to face Chishiya, a stern expression on your face “Will you help me, or I will have to do it by myself?”

The man rolls his eyes and grunts, before turning back into a wolf without a word. You help Niragi onto Chishiya’s back, ignoring the wolf’s snarl and the man’s constant complaints. You think most of the bleeding has stopped, but you still fear the open wounds, especially the arrow that made one on his chest. Thankfully, it had hit far from the heart and lungs. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t cause for concern.

You finally got to the front gates without much difficulty; Chishiya had dropped Niragi only once, and you considered that a win. Your own injured leg shot pain through you every step, but Niragis' condition put that out of your mind. You noticed the bundle of clothes both of them had left on the ground before turning, so you limped to grab them before joining them by the car. You also get Niragi’s rifle as you pass by the entrance. You put it in the trunk before helping Niragi inside. Chishiya turns back and puts on his clothes before getting in the car without a word.

“My shirt?” Niragi asks as you’re about to close the car door.

“Oh- Oh right,” you forgot he was naked. You didn’t think you could possibly get him dressed in his state, but it’s obvious he wants to cover up. You pass him the shirt and stare in confusion as he puts it on instead of covering himself. “Niragi, you shouldn’t-”

“I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees my dick,” he says with a grunt as he tries to pass his injured arm through the armhole. You’re about to say something when it hits you; his back. Of course, he doesn’t want anyone to see it. You nod and take off your jacket, now in only your swimsuit top, and cover him with it. He looks at you but says nothing. Lucky for you, you’re able to cover your own back with a scarf before Chishiya notices.

You drive back to the Beach in silence. Chishiya drives as you sit next to him, absently biting the nail of your thumb. Finally seated, you addressed your own injury. The holes the trap made were deep and still bleeding. You can hardly move your ankle now the pain has set. You hear Niragi moan in pain in the backseat as the car runs over bumps that Chishiya purposefully ignores. Besides that and the occasional sigh, the air is filled with awkward silence. Now that the game and fear and adrenaline has passed, you know that is only a matter of time before they’re at each other’s throats again.

You let out a sigh of relief when you get into the Beache’s parking lot. Chishiya is out of the car and gone before you can even say a word to him. Well, it seems like his generosity has come to an end. You sigh and get out of the car, helping Niragi get out as best as you can. He tries to stand by himself, but his mangled foot quickly gives up on him. You both almost fall before three militants nearby see you and decide to help. He looks on the brink of passing out, and his skin burns like it’s on fire.

“Take me to my room,” he says to the men in a faint voice. You’re about to say something against it; he needs special medical care. He stops you like he knows what’s going through your mind. “I don’t-... I don’t need no nursing student-... putting his hands on me. Room.”

You limp behind them in silence, wondering if he will want you in his room. Probably not, but you’ll at least leave his gun there before passing out in your bedroom. You fear a fight, but you’re honestly too tired for that. You do feel guilty for sleeping with Chishiya, but Niragi is at fault here too. He left you alone and purposely ignored you for a damn week. Besides, it’s not like you can control any of it; not anymore. Whatever self-control you had over your wolf seemed to have evaporated the moment Niragi’s hands were on you that first time.

You stand by the door as the men lay him on the bed before he orders them to leave. You lean his gun against a corner and stand there for a moment, considering what to do next. It doesn’t take you long before you decide. You leave the room and walk around the hotel until you find what you need, returning to his room with arms full of medical supplies, a basin, and some clean rags. His eyes are on you as soon as you open the door, a surprised expression on his face. It’s quickly replaced by a scowl.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. You ignore his tone and focus on organizing the stuff you brought on the bedside table.

“You say you don’t want a specialist looking after you, so you’ll have to settle for me,” you answer as you limp towards the bathroom to fill the basin with warm water. You can feel his eyes on your back as you wait for the bowl to fill. Going back to his side, you start cleaning his skin, starting with his face. You don’t even try cleaning and detangling the mess that is his hair. You keep your gaze on specific points of his face, avoiding his eyes. You’re actually surprised he hasn’t tried to stop you. You clean his face until the water is pink, the gash on his forehead now clearly visible. It has stopped bleeding, the fast Alpha healing clear in the way the wound has started to scab. You stand up to change the water, and again his eyes are following you as you walk to the bathroom.

“How’s your ankle?” you hear him faintly ask over the sound of running water.

“It’s going to heal,” you answer as you go back to his side. You move to unbutton his shirt, but his hand lightly grabs your wrist. Your eyes lock. His eyes have a strange shine to them, and you wonder if he has a fever. By his body temperature, you wouldn’t doubt it. “Can I open it?” 

He stares at you for a moment before nodding. You resume unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to reveal his chest. You keep doing the methodical task of rubbing his skin clean, barely noticing when he falls asleep. There are several lacerations and bite marks all over his chest and sides, but those seem to be healing properly too.

You also notice, to little surprise, that he has several tattoos adorning his pale skin; a tangle of thorns rise from his hip to his ribs, a single black rose in the middle of the artwork; an open winged raven stares at you from his pectorals, the kanji for power in the eyes of the animal; a smaller tattoo of a howling wolf marks his hip. They’re beautiful, and you wonder what their exact meaning is. It’s a shame that they will be covered in scars when he’s finished healing. You wonder if he has more tattoos on his body.

An hour goes by before you finish cleaning and bandaging his front. His foot is by far the worst injury, and you wonder for a moment if he will be able to use it again at its full capacity. You haven’t tried to take off his shirt or turn him around; you know he probably wouldn’t want that. Your eyes are heavy, and you almost doze off several times. You cover him with a blanket and stand up to clean things up. Your now swollen ankle reminds you you have yet to care for it, so that’s what you do, after making sure that Niragi hasn’t stopped breathing in his sleep.

You crash beside him with a tired sigh, eyes closing as soon as your head hits the mattress.

You wake up hours later, startled by the sound of hushed voices right next to you. You stay still, hoping they won’t catch on the fact that you’re now wide awake.

“I know it was you,” Niragi’s voice, faint and rough, “You pushed me into that fucking trap.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chishiya. “All I did was play the game.” 

“So now what, you’re here to wish me a fast recovery or to finish the job?”

“Just came to check on her.” You can feel both of their gazes on you. You know they know that you’re awake, but neither of them says anything about it. You hear Niragi exclaim a rushed ‘hey’ and some rustling. “And to get this,” Chishiya adds. You know he’s talking about the card, still in your jacket pocket.

“She’s never going to be yours,” Niragi says in such a low tone you can barely hear him. You can feel the growl in his chest vibrating the mattress. “So fuck off my room.”

“Hmm, guess we’ll see about that,” Chishiya says in his usual unbothered tone. You hear him as he walks away and gently closes the door behind him. Niragi shifts next to you with a grunt of pain. You can feel the heat radiating from him in waves.

You stay still for a few more moments, trying to understand their conversation. Had Chishiya really tried to kill Niragi? You wouldn’t doubt it, but still, the idea scared you; he had been so close to succeeding. 

You realize something. These are dangerous men; of that, you have no doubt. You’re sure that if it wasn’t for you being an Omega, they wouldn’t think twice about hurting you badly or even kill you. In what mess did you get yourself into? Why these two, of all the Alphas in the world?

“Why did you fuck him?” Niragi’s question breaks you out of your thoughts. You say nothing for a beat or two, before shrugging.

“For the same reason I fucked you, I guess,” you say with a sigh, “I couldn’t control my wolf from getting what she wanted,” he says nothing for several moments, so you decide to just say what else is on your mind. “He also was there when I needed. These guys were messing with me and he just...he was there. I- I did try talking to you several times but you just kept avoiding me so… when Chishiya appeared I… I didn’t even think twice, to be honest.” 

“Would you bond with him?” he asks in a hesitant tone. This makes you turn to him. His eyes are focused on the ceiling, and you notice how heavy his breathing is.

“No,” you say without a second thought, “If I’m going to be bonded with someone, it’s not going to be with him,” it’s true. You really don’t want to be bonded with that man; not after how he acted with you. “Not if I have any say in it.” Which you fear you may not have. But you don’t want to put that into words.

Niragi takes a deep breath and nods, before closing his eyes again. His fists are closed by his side, and you know he’s trying to control his emotions, whatever they may be. He opens his eyes after some time and locks his eyes on you. They still have that weird shine to them. 

“Would you bond with me?” he asks before you can ask how he’s feeling.

“I- I don’t know,” you really don’t. You don’t know anything about him, and you have the feeling that you wouldn’t like him even if you knew him better. “We don’t know each other. The last thing I want is to be bonded to someone I’m incapable of loving. I know everyone thinks I must be insane for refusing to accept my own biology but I- I would rather die than make my future children go through the same shit I went through.”

Niragi just hums in response, processing your words.

“Love is a myth.” he finally says, “The faster you accept your nature and that little fact, the easier life will be for you.” He moves to sit up, before making a sound of pain and falling back down on the mattress, “Fuck-”

“Don’t move!” you order, afraid he will just hurt himself further, “What do you need?”

“I’ll be damned if I need your help to take a piss,” he tries to sit up again, grunting as he successfully rests his back against the wall, “I’m not a fucking invalid.” You ignore his words and stand up to support him as he slowly makes his way to the bathroom.

You’re waiting on the other side of the door when you hear a sudden ‘thud’ from inside. You open the door to see Niragi on the floor, curses streaming from his lips as he tries to stand up. You run to his side, but his hand swats at you.

“I can stand up by myself, goddammit,” he mumbles to you. He suddenly drops against you with a groan. You start to panic; his skin is damp and hot as a furnace.

“Niragi, you have a fever,” you try to think of what to do, and your eyes fall on the jacuzzi bathtub in a corner of the large bathroom. “C’mon, I’m going to give you a cold bath.”

“No- Don’t you try to bathe me...damn woman,” he says, still trying to stand up by himself. You sigh and half-drag him half-support him to the bathtub. You lean him against the wall as you turn on the faucets, trying to get the perfect water temperature. You move to take off the bandages you had put on him just hours before, leaving only the one on his foot. He’s still naked except for his black and white shirt, just like the one he had given to you. You try to take it off of him, but he vehemently shakes his head no.

“Don’t- don’t you fucking try to take this off me,” he manages to say, eyes closed as he takes labored breaths. You don’t even think twice as you take the scarf off your shoulders and pull down your swimsuit, turning so your naked back is in full view to him.

“My father did this to me when I was eleven years old,” you talk fast, and your voice trembles, but you still force yourself to say the words. “He was drunk all the time, and I did something that made him mad, and he snapped.” you pull your swimsuit back up and turn around to face him. “I’m not asking to see your back or for you to tell me how you got them, I just want to put you in that goddamn bath! I couldn’t care less about your scars!” you’re not being completely honest, but your words apparently work. Niragi’s scowl lightens a bit, and he gives you a small consenting nod. You brush off the knot in your throat, focusing on getting him undressed of that crusty bloody shirt before helping him get in the tub.

He gasps as his trembling body hits the water, teeth chattering as he grips the side of the tub which so much force that his knuckles turn white. You take that time to focus on cleaning the rest of his body, including his matted hair, the water immediately turning pink. He visibly flinches when the rag touches his back, before leaning forward to give you better access.

You can’t help but look; of course you can’t. While your scars are just a slash of claws that go from shoulder to hip, his are...messy. They cover his whole back from shoulder to tailbone, some fine and silver, others wide and red. You have a sudden urge to cry, but hold it in; you know he wouldn’t react well to pity. Not that you pity him; not exactly. It’s more like it triggers your memories of the happening, and you remember how much it had hurt; how much that had been a turning point in your life. How much it still hurts, even though they’re no longer open wounds. You fear it’s the same for him.

You can’t resist passing a light finger over one of the deeper scars. You hear him gasp before fully accepting your touch. The sensation of your skin against his never loses that spark of electricity, doesn’t matter how many times you touch him.

“You smell like him,” he snaps. You can’t place his tone, but his sudden reaction makes you freeze and widen your eyes. His hand grabs your wrist, and he pulls you slightly against him. You have to brace yourself not to fall inside the large tub. “Get in here,” he orders. Your surprised expression is replaced by a raised brow; he sure sounds good enough to order you around now.

“I’m not getting in there,” you say as you try to release yourself from his grip.

“Oh yes you are, you fucking stink,” he retorts, pulling you even closer.

“How dare- “ 

You’re falling in the cold water bath before you can finish your sentence. He grunts in pain as you fall on top of him, and you don’t know if you should worry or be happy about it. His hands go to your hips as you try to get out, pressing you against him.

“You idiot, you’re going to open your wounds!” you decide to worry. You put your hands on his shoulders for support, and you notice you’re now nose to nose.

“I don’t care,” Niragi says, eyes locked on yours. “I just can’t stand you smelling like him anymore.” he tugs at your shorts, “Take this off.”

“Niragi, no,” you say as you try once again to get out of his grasp, “You’re sick and this water is dirty from your blood. I’m not bathing in here”

“I want you to smell like me,” he says like he hasn’t heard you. “Take it off or I’ll take them off for you.”

“Niragi-”

“I’m not repeating myself,” 

You comply after a moment of consideration, sighing as you struggle to take off your wet shorts. His body is still hot under you, and that’s what’s stopping you from shivering in the cold water. There’s an uncomfortable moment where you just stay there, straddling him and so close to his face that you can see the specks of gold in his dark eyes.

Then he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back with as much ferocity. His hands rise from your hips to the straps of your swimsuit, and you let him pull them down to reveal your breasts. His mouth is on them in seconds, pierced tongue playing with one of your nipples as a hand gropes the other. Your arms go around him, pulling him closer as you moan in his ear. It feels so good. You can feel the growing wetness in your cunt as he keeps sucking on you, his hardening member pressing against your center.

You desperately want him. You don’t even try to fight it. You just want him in you as fast as you can. His mouth never leaves your breasts, but his hand moves down, pushing your swimsuit to the side. He’s inside you with a swift push, and you almost scream at the stretching sensation; he makes you feel so unbelievably full. You start moving almost immediately, chasing that indescribable sensation of pleasure that he provides. 

Your joined moans echo in the large bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin splashing on water. The tip of his cock hits your g-spot at every thrust, the angle only allowing him to fuck you even deeper. Neither of you speaks, involved in each other’s embrace, lips kissing and sucking every inch of skin you can reach on each other.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this; you’re both injured, exhausted, and you had fucked a different guy just the day before. But none of that matters. You’ve been wanting this since the first time he came in you.

“You feel so good inside me,” you can’t help but moan as you ride him. You can feel your orgasm growing, your pussy clenching around him every time you impale yourself on his shaft. He just kisses you harder in response, tongue pressing against yours as you moan into his mouth.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, the pleasurable sensation running over you from head to toe. You lean against him, your limbs feeling like jelly. He’s coming inside you not long after, teeth grazing the skin of your neck, so close to your marking spot that you think you can come just from that. You whine in satisfaction at the warm sensation his cum leaves inside you.

Neither of you moves for several minutes, gathering your breath while still connected and in each other’s arms. You don’t want to move; it feels too good. It feels right. You’re also extremely tired, and your eyes soon close, lulled by the fast beating of his heart under your palm. You doze off for a moment, before the feeling of his fingers on your back jerks you awake. You tense for a moment before relaxing to his feathery touch; his fingers are so soft. 

“Now you smell like me,” he says in a gruff voice. There’s undoubted satisfaction in his tone.

You smile, snuggling even more against him.

Maybe Niragi isn’t such a bad choice.

Next Chapter

[professorrw]

All I Want, Remus Lupin Fanfiction

Chapter Eighteen

Warnings: fluff, eventual smut, death, violence, swearing, age gap, slight angst, major spoilers for Deathly Hallows, fighting

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You helped Remus hobble through the crowd to stand by Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Harry was being held by Hagrid, who was sobbing. Voldemort was standing in front of Hagrid with Nagini draped over his shoulders.

The four of you yelled out to Harry. He didn't respond or move. Following your yells were others, shouting Harry's name and saying things about Voldemort and his followers.

"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled. He shot out a spell and everyone around you seemed to fall silent. "It's over! Set him down at my feet Hagrid, where he belongs." He had a venomous smile that stretched across his pale face. Hagrid walked over and laid Harry down onto the grass gently.

Ron was stirring next to you, fist clenched and eyebrows furrowed.

"You see?" Voldemort said, walking back and forth next to Harry. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now? He was never anything more than a boy who relied on others to make sacrifices for him!"

"He beat you!" Ron yelled from beside you. That seemed to break the charm and everyone, including you, began to yell as well. Voldemort seemed pleased with all the cries and shouts. But of course, he wanted to talk again so he sent out a more powerful spell, immediately ceasing all voices.

"He was killed while sneaking off the castle grounds. While trying to save himself."

Everyone knew Voldemort was lying. Harry would never do such a thing. If anything, Harry was probably trying to sacrifice himself.

Neville was a short distance away from you and he was struggling. It looked like he was trying to break out of the spell. It worked, he ran at Voldemort but he wasn't quick enough. Voldemort disarmed Neville and he hit the ground with the sheer force of the spell.

"Who is this? Who has volunteered to show everyone what happens when you continue to resist my power?" Voldemort asked with a sly smile.

Bellatrix laughed from his side. "Neville Longbottom, Lord! He was the son of the Aurors. He's been causing trouble at school."

"Oh, yes. I remember you." Voldemort strolled over to stand above Neville's body. Neville was getting back to his feet slowly, obviously out of breath. "Aren't you a pureblood, boy?"

"So what if I am?" Neville spat back.

"You have spirit and bravery. You come from noble blood. You will make a fine Death Eater. We need people like you."

"I'll join you when hell freezes over! Dumbledore's Army!" Neville shouted.

The crowd erupted in shouts and cries of "Dumbledore's Army!" Voldemort's spell was once again broken.

Remus seemed to be gaining his own footing, no longer leaning on you as heavily. "Are you alright?" you whispered. He nodded and fixed his gaze on Voldemort. Voldemort had continued speaking but you were talking to Remus. When you looked back towards Neville, Voldemort stood above him with the Sorting Hat in his hands.

"There will no longer be Sorting at Hogwarts. You will be united under one House. The House of my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin." Voldemort pointed his wand at Neville and forced the hat onto his head. The Death Eaters had their wands positioned and ready to strike at anyone in the crowd.

Voldemort flicked his wand and the Sorting Hat was set afire on Neville's head.

"Neville!" you and Hermione shouted. You and many others seemed to surge forward at the same time, seeing Neville unable to move and on fire. A giant had come around the side of the building yelling, "HAGGER!" He must not have been one of Voldemort's, for a whole group of much larger giants charged him. Arrows began to fall upon Voldemort's side as Centaurs began to run from the trees.

Everyone on Hogwarts' side was running forward. Your attention was drawn to the spot Harry once was. He was gone. Neville had also broken out of his curse and reached into the Sorting Hat, pulling from it the Gryffindor sword. Neville swept the sword through the air and it sliced through Nagini.

Hagrid began to yell Harry's name and chaos ensued. Everyone was being pushed into the castle by the group. Death Eaters and defenders of Hogwarts shot spells at one another. Bodies dropped onto the ground as the mass of people moved.

You and Remus were in the middle of the mass and a moment after you entered the hall the house-elves ran in carrying knives and screaming. You were pushed into the Great Hall near Ginny, Hermione, and Luna. You all caught sight of Bellatrix and began to shoot spells at her. She was extremely quick, avoiding and blocking spells with ease.

The four of you shot stunning spells, disarming spells, and even Avada Kedavra at her but none fazed her. You lost sight of Remus and he had separated from you. Jets of light continued to pass between you, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, and Bellatrix. She sent out curse after curse, nearly hitting you multiple times.

Mrs. Weasley ran in from behind Bellatrix screaming, "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Bellatrix cackled as Mrs. Weasley pushed the four of you out of the way. You had never seen her so determined. It was absolutely terrifying to see the two duel, both trying to kill the other.

Bodies littered the ground. You had backed onto the wall next to Hermione, watching the fight between Molly and Bellatrix. Remus stumbled over to you, panting, but not appearing injured. You both cast a Shield over as many students as you could, wanting to protect them.

After doing as much as you could, you turned back to the two duels going on.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" Bellatrix taunted. She was sneering while sending out curses and avoiding Mrs. Weasley's spells. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"

You knew that did it for Molly. That had poked the fire even more. She screamed back, "You-will-never-touch-our-children-again!"

Bellatrix laughed maniacally. She lost focus for one second and Mrs. Weasley used that second to send the killing curse at her. She was hit right over the heart. Her smile faltered and she collapsed to the ground. You let out a shaky breath as Voldemort shrieked.

In a sudden movement, his three challengers were sent flying. He pointed his wand at Molly but not before someone shouted "Protego!"

You looked around for the source of the yell and so did everyone else. A few yards away was Harry. Harry was alive. You gasped, shocked and shaken.

Harry and Voldemort circled each other. "I don't want anyone to try to help. It has to be me. It's got to be like this," Harry spoke and everyone heard him.

"Potter doesn't mean that. He doesn't do that. Who will you use now Potter?" Voldemort hissed.

"Nobody." You don't have Horcruxes left. It's just you and me. Only one of us can survive. One of us will walk out of this."

"Horcruxes?" Remus breathed. Something seemed to click within Remus as he nodded to himself.

"One of us? And you think it will be you? You survived by accident and because of Dumbledore."

"It was an accident when my mother died to save me then? Accident when I fought you in the graveyard? Accident that I didn't defend myself tonight and still survived? I'm still fighting," Harry stated.

"YES! ACCIDENTS!" Voldemort screamed. Nobody moved. Everyone stayed against the wall and watched the scene happening in the middle of the Great Hall. "Nothing but accident and chance that you were able to weasel away and hide behind others that were much greater than you."

"You won't be killing anyone else. You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you understand? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people-"

"But you didn't!"

"-I meant to and I did precisely that. I did as my mother did. They're all protected from you. Did you notice none of your spells are binding? You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle."

Harry taunted Voldemort, saying he knew things that Voldemort did not. He told Voldemort about things you didn't know of. That Dumbledore had planned for Snape to kill him months ago. That Snape loved Harry's mother and had been on Dumbledore's side all along. That shocked you. Dumbledore always insisted that Snape was on his side but you didn't believe it and neither did Harry. If Snape loved Harry's mom and Voldemort killed her then of course he would turn.

Voldemort didn't seem convinced. "Dumbledore tried to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended for Snape to be the true master of the wand! But I reached the wand before you! I killed Severus Snape three hours ago and now the Elder Wand is mine! Dumbledore's plan went wrong, Potter!"

"Yeah it did. You're right. But before you try to kill me, think about what you've done. Try to have some remorse, Riddle."

"What is this?" Voldemort seemed taken aback by that. It had set him off and shocked him.

"It's one last chance. It's all you've got left. I've seen what you'll be otherwise. Be a man. And try... try for some remorse."

Harry continued to explain to Voldemort. He told Voldemort that the wand wasn't his. It wasn't Snape's either. It belonged to Draco Malfoy. But that wasn't all. Harry had overpowered and taken Draco's wand while all of you were at Malfoy Manor. That meant that Harry was the master of the Elder Wand. All these new revelations shocked everyone in the room. So much information had been found in the past few months and it had all come down to this. Harry and Dumbledore had outsmarted Voldemort.

It had been hours since you arrived at Hogsmeade and the sun was coming up. Red-orange light poured into the room.

There were two yells, one saying "Avada Kedavra!"

The other shouting "Expelliarmus!"

There was a bang where the two spells collided and the Elder Wand flew from Voldemort's hand. Harry caught the wand. At the same time, Voldemort fell to the ground.

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[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You Chapter 106

Chapter Summary -   Danielle hears out what Lucas has to say, but she is unsure should she continue working with him. On a call to Tom, she explains an offer Lucas put to her.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

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Danielle sat across from Lucas, looking at him with her arms folded.

‘I owe you an apology.’ Lucas began. Danielle’s brow rose. ‘I owe you a huge apology, what I said was rude, condescending and misogynistic, I was the one to recommend you to Brannagh, based on my experience with your work, you had that job regardless because of your own merit, to even suggest otherwise was wrong, I’m sorry.’

‘Why do it?’

‘I was simply curious. It came out wrong.’

She gave a cold bark of a laugh. ‘If I asked you did you bring your wife with you to meet me because you can’t keep it in your pants, would you be offended, would you be hurt by that implication?’

‘Of course.’

‘I never thought that, for the record, but that is how it felt, I know it was implying “Getting a job for who I am with” but it felt how I would assume that feels to imply that.’

‘I am sorry, Danielle.’ Lucas repeated. When she said nothing more, he continued. ‘I hope we can work passed this and continue on this project, if you still wish to.’

‘I traveled thousands of miles for this, I could be at home with my dog and friends, or in Atlanta with Tom as he worked on one of the biggest movies to hit the cinema next year, but I came here, I traveled at stupid o’clock in the morning, after studying my ass off, to help with this, I am not here on anyone’s merit but my own. I work damn hard and even though, yes, you suggested me to Brannagh, I cannot argue that, but we both know it is because I work my ass off and I am good at my job.’

‘You are great at it. Branagh told me about what you spoke about at the meeting.’ Lucas acknowledged. ‘I promise, no more demeaning comments, I should never have implied what I did in the first place. You are right, your partner and Branagh know each other for over ten years.’

‘Branagh was the one to suggest Thor and Loki to him, they worked on Wallander before that. They have been ten plus years talking about a play together, so yeah, when the chance arose for Tom and him to have a lunch, why not go, it also alleviated my terror at such a meeting.’ Danielle commented.

‘It makes sense.’ Lucas cleared his throat. ‘Is there a possibility of you continuing to work on this?’ He broached.

Danielle pursed her lips. ‘I was planning on flying straight home, by sheer luck, or perhaps twist of faith, whatever you believe in, I accidentally rang Tom, who badgered me to say what was bothering me and actually, for as insulting as those comments are to him also, he told me to hear you out, to come down here and talk to you.’

‘I should thank him for that much.’ Lucas acknowledged. The manner in which she looked at him caused him to sigh. ‘It doesn’t matter though, does it, you’re not willing to forgive my error.’

‘I don’t have to forgive you to be able to work with you.’ she pointed out.

‘It leads to a very frosty work relationship though, doesn’t it?’

‘Yes, but not an unworkable one.’

‘I am sorry, Danielle.’

‘So you have said.’

Lucas leant back. ‘I bet you would burst his balls if he tried to play you in any way.’

‘No, because he would not be stupid enough to try. I know Tom for years and that means he knows me longer than our relationship, he knows how I am. He doesn’t like meek women who allow men dictate to them. If he did, I would think he had chosen very badly in his choosing of me.’

‘I agree.’ Lucas chuckled.

Danielle folded her arms. ‘Why are you eager to still have me involved in this?’

‘Are you asking in general?’

‘No, I love ego boosts.’ She replied sarcastically. ‘I am asking because I want to know. I want to know why you left your office to follow me back to my hotel and try and make up for what you said. Is it because you felt that what you said was wrong? Or was it because you want me back on the project?’

‘Both, I should never have implied such a thing to you.’ He began, ‘But also because, out of the three other people that are working on this with me, I am of the opinion that you are the most integral part of getting this done. Jones stayed eight hours yesterday, Khan stayed ten, you arrived before seven in the morning and remained there until nearly midnight, you are the most organised and everything you readied...did you even bring clothes with you or did you just bring your research?’ Lucas half laughed in disbelief. ‘You are, by far, the most dedicated member of the team, I don’t know if it is you in general or the hunger that most people I work with have lost because they are complacent now they have made it, but you just go above and beyond with everything you do. If I am honest, I want part in it.’ Danielle’s brow furrowed. ‘You are going to do great in the industry, the blind could see that, and you will be offered partnerships in several firms, I want to establish a foot in the door now, when you are on the up, because I want to have an edge, same as every business person, I want it that you know you should consider my offer when the time is right.’

‘You want me to feel like I owe you?’

‘No, you owe no one, you do the work, I just want it that you see that though my company is smaller than others, it is better than a lot of the big ones, directors know that, and though the work is not as plentiful, it is of a higher quality, so profits are not as high, but the name is worth more, adding your name to that, the pioneer of the new era of safety, it would make it one of the strongest names. You took my, what the industry took to be flawless work, and shattered it, you are now here making it bigger and better than I ever could, can’t you see, that is why I need you to consider staying.’

Danielle kissed her teeth and thought over his words for a few moments. ‘So I should consider staying...to make you look better?’

Lucas shook his head. ‘No, you asked why I am so eager for you to stay, that is what I get from this, what you need to consider staying for are what it will do for you.’

‘What will it do for me?’

Lucas knew from the look on her face, Danielle had analysed his words and already came to a conclusion as to just how lucrative it could be for her to stay. ‘I have just told you that you are going to be offered partnerships if you keep going like this, already people are asking, Khan works with Universal, they are looking for people constantly.’ He admitted.

‘I am not moving over.’

‘I know you don’t want to, they will offer serious incentive.’

‘They cannot offer me what I want, money is not something I am too bothered by, I have no mortgage to pay, I am happy with my car, I am not bothered by fashion and my dog has a bed that cost fifteen pounds that he doesn’t seem overly interested in changing.’

Lucas chuckled again. ‘So money is not your objective?’

‘I want money, everyone wants money, I want to have everything I need and be able to afford things I want.’

‘What are your main objectives?’

‘I want to work for me, I want to be the one calling the shots, not having some man in an office order me around. I want it that if I decide to have kids, I do not have to sacrifice either my job or them, I want to be able to do both. I want to buy out the other half of my grandmother’s home and I want that I don’t ever need to depend on someone else to look after me.’ She listed out.

‘Those are highly attainable objectives.’

‘Yes, I’m not an idiot, I am not going through life being stupid enough to set myself up to fail. I can fail at anything I strive to achieve, I know, but purposely setting up to do so is just plain idiocy. I am not afraid to fail, I don’t want to, but I can handle it if I do.’

‘And Tom?’

‘The plan, as it stands is to be with him. We both want roughly the same things, one of which is to not move here. I hope it remains like that.’

‘You are both risking jobs by not doing that.’

‘Do you miss Australia?’

‘Yes, all my family is there, but my work is here.’

‘Would you move back?’

‘I wish I could.’

‘You can, you are not brave enough to, you are too scared of what you are risking.’ Danielle shrugged.

‘Perhaps.’ Lucas acknowledged.

‘So, even without this job, I am being noticed, I am being sought out, you are seriously not doing a good job at convincing me to bother staying.’

‘Name your price.’

‘I’ll tell you what I told Tom on the phone, I rather work in Subway dishing out sandwiches than be unhappy. Money never made me happy.’

‘What would convince you to stay?’

‘I am not sure, to be honest.’ She rose to her feet, ‘Give me until evening, if I think of something, or indeed nothing, I will let you know.’

Lucas was forced to concede. ‘Either way, you’ll let me know?’

‘Either way.’ she confirmed.

* Tom looked at his phone after doing his time on set for the day, he was waiting for the makeup and costume departments to remove him from his clothes and wig. He did not know if he should contact Danielle but worried for her, he pressed the call button.

‘Hey.’ She sounded exhausted.

‘Hello Elle, how are you darling?’

‘I need sleep, but I have been lying here for an hour and it is eluding me.’

‘You poor thing. Did you speak with Lucas?’

‘Yeah, I did. How was work?’

‘It was fine. What happened?’

‘We spoke, he apologised and asked for me to continue working with him, I told him I would take time and consider it.’

‘Really? Do you know what you want to do?’

‘To be honest, the only thing I want to do is sleep, but that’s not happening. Jetlag is evil.’ She rambled. ‘He said to name my price.’

‘Wow, what did you say to that?’

‘I don’t get inspired by stupid sums of money.’

‘That’s true.’

‘Besides, he informed me that some people are talking about me, people I want to be talking about me.’

‘Really, that’s incredible.’ Tom smiled.

‘Yeah, so I told him I would think about it.’

‘And he was okay with that?’

‘Apparently.’

‘What are you going to do?’

‘I’m just thinking about it.’

‘Do you want to do it?’

‘Part of me thinks no, the other part…the other part is looking at the contract Lucas sent over a half hour ago.’

‘What is it for?’

‘Twenty percent share in his company, if I sign a five year deal.’

‘Wait, what?’

‘I would be in charge of all European business, have my own office in London with staff, dictate my own jobs, and a twenty percent share of all profits, as well as a fairly adequate salary, but I have to do this project, of which I will be credited my share as submitted by me and I have a chance to buy in more, should I feel inclined, or sell my share, either back to Lucas or independently as I see fit at the end of the contract.’

‘Fucking hell.’ Tom laughed, his hand going through his hair. ‘That’s...how have you managed to do this all under a year?’

‘I am just that good.’ Danielle grinned.

‘Elle, I am so happy for and proud of you. Do you think you are going to take it?’

‘I am not sure, I am signing myself into working with people for five years.’

‘Can you move past what Lucas said?’

‘Well, I’m not going to be rushing off to tell him my personal business in the next twenty minutes.’

‘But you can bear working with him?’

‘Well, the office is in London, no more going around and staying in crappy B and B’s in Manchester, there’s a lot I could bear for that, and now I will have pretty much just conference calls with him, if I take it, since he runs the US and Asian parts of his company, I would be the European expansion.’

‘And Branagh’s project?’

‘Well, I was lead on that anyway.’

‘But you’re uncertain, about the offer.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why so?’ There was silence. ‘Elle?’

‘I am not whoring my integrity for an office job.’

‘Is it that, or is it getting what you deserve, what you have said you have wanted all along, the plan you had, how you could be able to settle in London full time, how in time, we might...?’

‘You are seriously no help. What do you…’

‘I cannot answer that Elle.’ Tom stated immediately.

‘I am not asking you to choose for me, I am asking you your opinion.’

‘I don’t know if I can give it, I do not want to influence you.’

‘Tom, if we are supposed to be doing this, us, then when I ask for your opinion, it is because I want it, not because I need it.’

‘Honestly, I think…’ Tom looked at his phone, realising the battery had died. ‘Shit.’

In LA, Danielle lay looking at her phone for a moment before laughing and typing a text to Tom.

That is the most inconvenient dead battery in the history of my life. She typed and pressed send, hoping he had his charger with him as she contemplated the offer.

[fandomoneshots-imagines]

Strength (Steve Rogers x OFC)

Warnings: language, slow burn, poorly translated languages, some smut in future chapters, Tony is a dick at the beginning, OFC has manipulative skills similar to Natasha

Translations are in parentheses and italics after each sentence.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what they were thinking when I walked into the room. I was probably the least threatening looking person ever. I liked pastels for fucks sakes. And I had a backpack as a purse that looked like a llama. I had two fucking bows at the ends of my braids for fucks sake

“Natasha, you’ve got to be kidding.” THE Tony Stark spoke up, pinching the bridge of his nose, “She’s a kid! Look sweetheart, thanks for coming in but we’ve got everything covered. We don’t need anymore help. Sorry for wasting your time.” He stood up and motioned towards the door. No one else said anything.

“Mr. Stark, please, I have nowhere else to go. I’ve been crashing on friends' couches ever since my parents kicked me out.” I looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. “They kicked me out because I ‘wasn’t contributing enough’ when it came time to pay bills. I was 18, a minimum wage job, and had no bills to pay.”

He stared at me in silence, trying to detect the lie, which he would never find.

“Tony, give her a chance. You gave Peter one and he’s younger than she is. Just think of the press when it gets out that she was rejected when Peter, the Spider-Man, wasn’t.” The Black Widow, Natasha Romanov, challenged from across the table.

“Fine. But you get a trial run, just like Peter.” Tony’s jaw clenched and he left the conference room.

“Don’t worry about Tony. He’s just been stressed out lately because of the baby.” Natasha rolled her eyes, “But let me introduce you to the rest of the team. This is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, and Vision. Everyone, this is Dove.”

“Where did you find this one?” Sam asked, obviously checking my body out.

Natasha and I just looked at each other, “At the gym.” We both said at the same time. Like we were actually going to tell them where she found me, besides it wasn’t a complete lie. Nat said she wanted to make a big spectacle out of me, which I really didn’t have a problem with. We would be saving the real story for a later time.

“Well, like Nat said. Don’t worry about Tony. We all like women.” Steve said and blushed at his words. Bucky and Sam smirked at each other, “I didn’t mean like that! I mean don’t get me wrong, I do like women a lot. I’m attracted to all the women!” He rambled and quickly had his own hand slammed over his mouth, with red waves of energy flowing across the table.

“What Steve is trying to say, but is doing an absolutely horrible job at, is that all the men here are very pro-woman. It’s very hard not to be.” Wanda smiled softly, Steve nodding along in confirmation with his hand over his mouth still.

“Well, anyway that was awkward.” Nat said and turned towards me. “Why don’t I show you around, show you to your room, then we have weapons training at 1:30.” She threw her arm over my shoulder and led me out of the room, as we got further down the hall we could hear the others yelling and laughing at Steve.

*Steve’s POV*

“What the fuck was that?” Sam yelled. I let my hand drop from my mouth and dropped my head to my hands.

“I haven’t seen you that nervous in decades punk.” Bucky laughed, “That double date with Jenny Pickens and Hazel Skylark.”

“That was embarrassing for all of us Steve.” Wanda added, “What got into you?”

“I don’t know. I started talking and I couldn’t stop!” I groaned. “I made myself look like a fucking idiot.”

“Yes,” the room agreed.

*original pov*

“Nat, this is too much. I’m not a very big person and I don’t have very much stuff. I can stay somewhere smaller. ” I looked around the room I had been given. It was actually it’s own apartment, although it was much larger than any apartment I had ever stepped foot in.

“No you can’t. This is the place you’ve been given. And actually this is the smallest unit.” She said with a shrug. I almost gave myself whiplash from how fast I turned around. “Come on, your bags have already been brought up. We’ve got training to get to. Since you’re new I arranged it to just be the two of us.”

Nat showed me to the gun range that the compound had set up, showing me other places as well. This place was huge.

“Do I have to use guns though? I don’t like the way they feel.” I scrunch my nose up at the weight of the gun in my hand.

“Absolutely. Sometimes it’s your only option.” She answered with a shrug. “Now, show me how you handle this gun and we will move on from there.”

I sighed, aiming the gun at the target and squeezing my finger on the trigger letting it fire into the target, each bullet hitting square in the center of the target's head. Once the clip was empty I pulled it out and laid it on the table, then stepping back with my hands behind my back.

“That was awesome. I’m gonna get a new target but put it further back. Do the exact same thing.” Natasha instructed and I nodded along, refilling the clip as she got a new target up, moving it 100 yards away. I took a deep breath and in a single breath, squeezed the trigger, aiming in the center of the forehead. Natasha brought the target back and smiled seeing the bullets hit their target.

“Perfect,” She gave me a sinister smile, “Now, how about we go to the gym? I could use a good sparring session.”

“I could too, but Nat, I don’t want to hurt you.” I looked down, wringing my hands together.

“Let’s see if we can talk to either one of our resident super soldiers into fighting with you.” She grinned and led the way to the gym.

“Can I fight the Winter Soldier?” I questioned, maybe a little too giddy.

“I would honestly love to see that.” She said as she pulled the door open to the gym. Sam Wilson was sparring with Clint Barton, Captain America was fighting with James Barnes, and Spider-Man was working with Tony on something. “Hey guys I brought the new recruit in to see how she would do with sparring.” She spoke out and all movement stopped.

“Spiderling, you’re up.” Sam called out. I looked up at Natasha as the skinny kid shot some kind of webbing from his wrist and swung over to where the two of us were standing. We both started shaking our heads.

“No offense to skinny but I don’t want to hurt him.”

“I can lift up to 10 tons. I’ll be ok.” He spoke and I shook my head in shock.

“Wait a minute, this is a kid?!” I screeched, my words receiving weird looks.

“I’m 16!” The kid under the mask screeched back.

“He’s like the same age as you. Maybe a little bit younger.” Tony joined us.

“Look, just spar with him first and we’ll move up from there.” Steve reasoned. I let out a huff but sighed and took off my jacket and shoes. Natasha came over and joined me.

“This kid is good. He can actually lift 10 tons. You’ll need to hold your punches. He’s able to sense things that may cause him danger so look for him to easily block the first two punches. Then start hitting him with combinations. He will try to pin you with his webs” She said softly so only the two of us could hear.

“I got this Nat.” I smiled softly, “I used to teach the kids at the gym how to box. By the way what’s up with those webs. Do they come out of him? And why a spider?” I started to ramble but Nat turned me away and pushed me forward, making me walk over to the mat and could hear Tony talking to the kid.

“Ok Under-Roo, you have to pull your punches. We don’t know what her fighting style is like or if she would be able to handle one of your full punches.” He told the kid. I rolled both my eyes and my shoulders and bounced back and forth on my feet.

The spider kid came forward and watched me with the eye holes twitching. I threw the first punches and, as Natasha predicted, he was able to sense where I was coming from. At one point he had webbed my feet to the floor so I wouldn’t be able to get a good swing in. He took the opportunity to throw his own punch, which I easily caught.

A gasp echoed through the room from everyone except Natasha. I smirked at the kid, pushed him away, and ripped my feet from the webbing then advanced, throwing a series of combination punches. He would continuously block the first punches but the second would come too fast he didn’t have any time to react. With the very last combo I threw a right hook, which was obviously caught, and brought my leg up in front of me, kicking him away.

However, with my kick I put too much force behind it and he went flying towards the wall, which he was luckily able to cling onto last minute.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” I rushed over to him and he pulled his mask off. The kid had a dopey grin on his face.

“That was awesome! You’re awesome!” He said excitedly.

“Thanks kid,” I smiled, “I’m Dove. What’s your name?”

“I’m Peter Parker! But you can call me Peter. Or Parker. Nat calls me malen'kiy pauk.” He said, butchering the language, “I don’t know what that means but I think it sounds cool.”

I smiled and repeated the word for him in flawless Russian, “It means little spider.”

“Oh that’s so cool!” He smiled then whispered, “How do you say momma spider?”

“Mat' pauk,” he repeated the word a few times before saying it loud enough Natasha heard, turning her head quickly, and giving the young boy a fond smile.

“What the hell was that?!” Tony yelled, pulling Peter away.

“It was a sparring match.”

“It’s cool Mr. Stark. I got much more bruised up from Steve in Berlin!” Peter rubbed his chest, “That kick though will give me a bruise.

“Again, very sorry malen'kiy pauk.”

“She’s one of you isn’t she?” Tony pointed accusingly at Natasha who shook her head.

“I’m American, born and bred.” I rocked back on my feet the pivoted towards the two super soldiers. “Can I spar with one of you now?” I gave the two men an innocent smile.

“Ahh, look Dove. We would love to -,” Steve started to make an excuse but James interrupted him.

“Fuck yes! Let’s go ptenets.” He cracked his neck. (Little bird)

“Ptenets? Deystvitel'no soldat? Takoy unikal'nyy nik.” I smirked and circled around him. (Little bird? Really soldier? Such a unique nickname?)

“YA bol'she ne soldat. Prosto Bucky.” (I’m not a soldier anymore. Just Bucky.)

“Chto sluchilos' s James? On deystvitel'no umer, kogda upal s poyezda?” My words caused him to freeze, giving me the opportunity to attack. I put all my strength into a right hook, making the former soldier stumble back and shake his head. (What happened to James? Did he truly die when he fell off that train?)

“Amerikanets rodilsya i vyros, da?” He grinned then came at me, through calculated punches, all of the being right handed, which were easily avoidable. (American born and bred huh?)

“Da. Teper' davay soldat, ispol'zuy levuyu ruku. Ne sderzhivat'sya.” I smirked, although I knew it wasn’t a good idea to egg the soldier on, I didn’t want him to treat me inferior because I was a woman and half his size. “Zimniy soldat moya zadnitsa.” (Yes. Now come on soldier, use your left hand. Don’t hold back.) (winter soldier my ass)

I let go of the right arm I was holding and immediately had a left hand coming towards my face, blocking it less than an inch away from my nose. I turned my body against Bucky’s and threw him over my shoulder and sat on his chest.

“It appears that you greatly underestimated Miss Dove, Mr Stark.” A soft Irish voice spoke up.

“It appears so FRIDAY.” Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Now, would you kindly explain what the fuck is going on?”

“I’m a mutant.”

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 24 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. Don’t stop me now. Also, y’all can thank the Jewish holidays for giving me so much free time to write. This chapter was written in collaboration with @ramibaby​. My dear, thank you for sacrificing your fics for this chapter. You are a champion. 

Word Count: Laughs nervously.

Warnings: There’s smut. Also, I’m kind of making fun of fanfics in this one, which means I’m making fun of myself, mostly, so please, fellow writer - do not take this seriously. This is pure fun. If you’re confused by this statement, just read the chapter and your issues will be resolved. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23

“Bullocks.”

“I’m telling you, Jamie. They hated it.”

“Sweet Clara,” Jamie shook his head and pursed his lips, “they’re lying. At least one of them is.”

“Who’s lying?” Annie startled them both.

“You are.” Jamie said, tongue in cheek.

“Enlighten me.” Annie crossed her arms.

“We’ve kissed, what, trillions of times?” Jamie asked. “Not one of them was like kissing a croc. Or an eel.”

“How do you even know -”

“The Snitcher here told me all about it.” Jamie patted Clara’s head. “Anyways, someone’s lying.”

Annie took a deep breath.

“Well, then?” Jamie tapped his foot as he waited for Annie to either tear him a new asshole or come clean. “Which one is it?”

“I mean, it wasn’t that bad.” Annie said, looking at the ground.

“Oh, no…” Clara took a step back while Jamie lifted his closed fist and released it, dropping an invisible mic. “Annie, what are you saying?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Annie shrugged. “Did I make a whole show of it to get you knuckleheads to stop? Yes. But so did Joe.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, the plot thickens!” Jamie leered.

“Fuck off, Jamie.” Annie shot back. “Look, did I like the way Joe kissed me? No. Not really. He’s too gentle.”

“But?” Clara prodded on.

“But it wasn’t as horrible as we both said it was.” Annie said casually. “Will I do it again now that I know what it’s like? Nope.”

“Jamie?” Clara looked at the tall redhead.

Jamie squinted suspiciously at Annie, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

“She’s telling the truth.”

###

“How many more of these do we have left?” Ben rubbed his face with both hands and threw his head back against the back of the sofa he, Gwilym, Rami and Joe were crammed in since the morning. “If I have to answer the same bloody questions again…”

They finally got a break. Gwilym decided to go stretch his legs a bit and Rami went out for a smoke, leaving Ben and Joe alone in the room.

“I know, right?” Joe grumbled.

“Can I ask you something?” Ben removed his hands and turned his head to look at Joe.

“Shoot.”

“You liked kissing her, didn’t you?”

“Look, Ben, I don’t want to hurt your feelings…”

“So, you did.”

“It wasn’t as horrible as we made it seem, no.” Joe started. “But I didn’t like the way she kissed me, man.”

“What?”

“She’s too aggressive.” Joe shrugged. “The lip biting thing? I don’t like it.”

“Wait -”

“I mean, she’s not a bad kisser at all.” Joe rephrased. “Very... passionate.”

“Huh.”

“Just a bit too much for my liking.”

“Good. That’s good.” Ben straightened up. “So it won’t happen again?”

“No.” Joe smiled. “Although, her kiss did make me wonder what your sex life is like.”

“Amazing, actually.”

###

Annie stared at her phone, scratching her head in confusion. After looking through her texts while Ben filled the car with petrol, she had half a mind to pay someone to build a flying saucer for her and her family leave this planet forever.

“What’s wrong?” Ben said as he put on his seat-belt.

“The world.”

“Uh?”

“There’s people out there pining over Clara and me. Like, romantically.”

“Come again?” Ben adjusted the rear view mirror and smiled when Rory’s reflection appeared. “What are you on about?”

“They call us Clannie, Ben.”

“What?”

“They’re writing stories about Clara and me as a couple. Graphic stuff.”

“Can you send me a link to one of them?” Ben smirked.

“No!” Annie shuddered. “You sick, sick man!”

“Could be hot.” He shrugged.

“So could the stories about you, Gwilly and Joe.” Annie smirked back.

“What, like Gwil and me, Joe and me, and Gwil and Joe?”

“No, no,” Annie stifled a chuckle. “All three of you at once.”

Ben blinked, staring at the road ahead.

“Da!”

“Yeah, baby?” Ben replied instinctively, before slamming his foot on the breaks. “Did she just call me Da?”

“She’s six months old, I’m not sure babies start talking at that age.”

“She called me Da.” Ben insisted.

“She’s a babbling blob, Ben.” Annie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t call you Da.”

“She said her first word and it was Da.”

“Ben, you’re being irrational.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Da! Ba! Bfffffffffff!” Rory continued.

“I know, Rory,” Annie turned around in her seat, “but doing press interviews can make anyone hear things.”

“Sssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“You’re absolutely right.” Annie replied. “But we love him anyways.”

###

If there’s one thing Annie hated the most about promoting season two of Greensleeves, it’s doing the interviews and late-night talk shows. Same questions, different people. It got tiresome. She managed to play the “Baby Card” more times than she’d expected... Until the producers realised what she was doing and the proverbial party was officially over.

“So, is the cast really that close?” Jason, the host, asked Clara and Annie.

“Some are closer than others.” Annie replied, surprisingly diplomatically. “Jamie and I have known each other before and Clara and I basically grew up together, so that was inevitable.”

“The previous George Boleyn was alright, I suppose. He didn’t last too long, though.” Clara chimed in. “But the new guy? We love Mike.”

“Oh yeah, he fit right in.” Annie smiled. “As far as the older cast members - we look up to them, but we don’t share our nonsense with them too much.”

“What about Jane Seymour’s character?” Jason asked.

“Well, we haven’t met her yet.” Annie confessed. “The production team’s goal was for art to truly imitate life and they want my reaction to be as genuine as possible. We haven’t filmed the part she comes into the picture just yet.”

“We don’t even know who she is, to be honest.” Clara added.

“I suspect someone messed up and forgot to cast a Jane, really.” Annie shrugged.

“Careful, there, Annabelle.” Jason chuckled. “Keep calling the production team out like that and you’ll end up fired.”

“I’ll be beheaded either way.”

“And what a glorious sight it will be.” Clara cheekily teased her.

“You two seem to have an amazing bond.” Jason admitted. “Do you ever fight?”

“All couples do.” Clara answered and Jason audibly gasped. “We don’t like to be too public about our tiffs.”

“Clara, you blithering fool…” Annie smacked her own forehead dramatically.

“Well, since you ladies brought it up -”

“Not this lady.” Annie muttered, pointing at herself.

“- what exactly is Clannie? I assume you’ve heard the term before.”

Clara and Annie exchanged amused smiles and sighed simultaneously.

“The bane of my existence.” Annie replied.

“Basically, I stumbled upon it the other day after a fan sent me a private message on Instagram, saying there’s an actual hashtag people use when they talk about Annie and I.”

“Sounds innocent enough.” Jason shrugged.

“Oh, you dirty, dirty man.” Clara joked. “You know damn well where this is going.”

“You seem to be enjoying this!” Jason laughed.

“Believe me, she loves every bloody minute of it.” Annie chimed in.

“Right, so as I snooped around I found that Clannie is like a code name for Annie and I as a couple.”

“Aha.”

“And the more I delved in, the more entertaining it got. People are writing some pretty wild fanfiction stories about us.”

“Is it really all fiction?” Jason asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you’ll look at the screen here,” Jason turned back a little where a huge image behind the scenes of Greensleeves appeared. It was one of Annie licking cake off Clara’s face, “the show’s Instagram page is like fodder for the Clannie enthusiasts.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!” Annie burst out laughing. “It was Clara’s birthday! Season one! Jamie took this picture, actually. Right after I smashed Clara’s face into that cake.”

“It’s tradition.” Clara explained. “The cake licking part was definitely improvised.”

###

“Ben?”

“In here!”

Annie followed the sound of Ben’s voice and found him in the living room, folding laundry while watching whatever was on the telly.

“I am absolutely shattered.” Annie wrapped her hands around Ben’s waist and looked up at him. “Longest day in my entire life.”

“Likewise.” Ben murmured and kissed her. “Just got home a couple of hours ago. When I picked Rory up from my mum’s she was already asleep.”

“God, I wish I could be her for a day.”

“Yeah? Want me to give you baths and carry you in my arms and nibble on your little bum after I change your nappy?” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Just say the word. Also Joe and Gwil shot a weird little bit today when they read what Tumblr users said about the movie and cast and do people not wank anymore?”

“I, uh…” Annie was at a loss for words.

“How was your day?”

“If I have to hear about Clannie again I will definitely clock someone.” Annie released her grip on Ben and collapsed on the sofa. “Why are people so obsessed with this?”

“Two hot birds doing naughty things?” Ben shrugged. “I can see the appeal of it.”

“Ben, no.”

“Don’t be such a prude, now, love.” He put the last item of folded clothing in the hamper and flopped down next to Annie, his hand trailing up her thigh.

“Ben…”

“I missed you, alright?” his fingers poked their way under the waistband of her leggings. “I can’t stop missing you.”

“Ben, seriously, I’m so tired.” She grumped as he slid off the sofa and positioned himself in front of her, nudging her legs open. “I missed you too but -”

“Let me do all the work.” He looked up at her through his eyelashes as his hands gripped her waistband again. He looked up at Annie with his best puppy dog eyes and waited for her consent. With a sigh, she lifted her bum up, letting Ben pull her leggings and knickers down in one swift motion. “Good girl.”

###

When Ben’s phone rang for the fifth time and Gwilym’s name showed up on the screen yet again, he knew something was either horribly wrong or that Gwilym is drunk and emotional. Glancing at Annie, they both sighed in resignation before taking the FaceTime call.

“Have you been drinking?” Annie asked when Clara showed up on the screen. “What kind of fuckery is this?”

“We found a good story and we just had to share, alright? Calm your tits, Annie. It’s not a Clannie.” Clara rolled her eyes. “Why won’t Joe pick up?”

“I just texted him to pick up.” Ben shoved the screen into view. “As his husband, he’ll surely listen to me.”

“Bugger off!” Gwil turned his phone around and flipped him the bird.

“Why have I been summoned?” Joe asked, his face appearing on the screen.

“Well, we have a treat for you!” Clara practically sang.

“A treat?”

“Yours socks are going to fly right off, mate.” Gwil added as Clara pulled the story up on her phone. “You’re not ready for this.”

With a devilish smile to the camera, Clara cleared her throat and began.

“’Joe…?’ Ben croaked, eyes still closed, brow low and fingers wrapped firmly around his length over his jeans.” Clara started reading.

“Off to a good start.” Annie teased.

“It gets better.” Clara commented. “Right, where was I? Ah. There.” She snickered. “Suddenly, his eyes shot open and they landed on you once again; glassy and dazed they were as he stared you down, stroking himself with more purpose. He looked at you with such focus and intent, it was as though he was about to devour you whole. You looked at him with such longing, it was as though you were about to let him. ‘Undress… h-her.’ His words came out in a strangled whine and he bit his lip, looking over your body expectantly as Joe wordlessly obliged.” Clara raised her eyes from the screen and huffed. “Gwil, stop smiling like that!”

“What in the bloody hell is this?” Ben was visibly annoyed. “I do not whine. Annie, tell them I don’t whine!”

“He really doesn’t.” Annie nodded. “But Joe doing everything Ben says? That person hit the nail on the head right there.”

“Hey!” Joe’s brows knotted. “I don’t do everything he says!”

“But you do.” Ben and Annie choired.

“Shut up, you two-headed-monster.”

“People, can we please focus on the important stuff? There’s more to read here.” Clara scolded them. “Let’s see… Oh, this is good! Your nerves grew as a pair of warm hands rounded your shoulders from behind. Joe must have felt you tense up a little as he leaned down to murmur in your ear, ‘Alright, Y/N?’ The ghost of his words made you shiver on their way past.”

“Who the fuck is Whyanne?” Ben interrupted.

“Sounds like some hillbilly from a West Virginian trailer park with a potato gun and a cousin with missing teeth.” Joe added.

“What?” Clara was visibly confused.

“Who’s Whyanne and why did I tell Joe to undress her? This makes no bloody sense.”

“It’s written as Y-slash-N, you knobs.” Gwil explained. “Carry on, doll.”

“Anyways.” Clara continued. “You smiled at his redundant question - of course you weren’t.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” Joe commented. “Sounds a bit rapey.”

“Just let me finish!” Clara groaned. “You were certain your panties were soaked through at the mere sight of them - a fact you felt too compelling to keep to yourself. With that in mind, you shook your head slowly from side to side, eyes still on Ben before you, your chest inflating as you drew in a deep breath. Ben shot you a confused look, concerned you were having second thoughts.”

“Yeah, this is definitely rapey.” Joe concluded.

“Joe, if you won’t let her finish a bloody paragraph, so help me God…” Annie threatened, clearly invested in the story.

“Thank you, Banana!” Clara put a hand over her heart with a grateful smile. “Wait I lost my spot again… duh-duh-duh… there it is!” She smiled triumphantly. “Here we go. Hold on to your manties, gentlemen, this is about to get steamy.” She took a deep breath and got into character. “‘No,’ you breathed, tilting your head back to look at Joe. You reached a hand up to cup his jaw as he looked down at you, a look of worry overtaking his soft features.”

“My features aren’t soft.” Joe muttered. “They’re manly and feral.”

“Of course they are, bub.” Annie reassured him.

“Guys! Come on!” Clara snapped her fingers at the camera. “Focus!”

“Sorry.” Annie said sheepishly.

“’I’m so fucking wet and…”

“Whoa, whoa!” Ben cut her off. “Gwilym, control your woman!”

“She’s reading the story, you saggy tit.” Gwil explained.

“Joe emitted a soft whine -” Clara paused, knowing an interruption is due. “Joe, sweetheart, this sounds like something you’d do, don’t even think about denying it.” She pointed at the camera. “- Joe emitted a soft whine and his expression shifted; his eyes dark and nostrils flaring as his grip on your shoulders tightened. Pushing your ass back against his crotch, you disclosed, ‘…I think I’ve ruined my favourite…” Clara burst out laughing. “Sorry. ‘I’ve ruined my favourite -” the pitch in her voice rose ten octaves at the last syllable as she tried to stop laughing like a madwoman. “My favourite…” Clara was absolutely wheezing. She tried to finish the sentence, but all that came out of her was a screechy, “laaaaaace-pannnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.

“What?” Ben looked at Annie in utter bewilderment. Annie shrugged in response.

“What was that last part?” Joe scratched his head as he tried to make sense of Clara’s incoherent shrieking.

“Lace panties.” Gwilym’s voice saved the day and translated his hysterical girlfriend’s nonsensical mumbling. “She ruined her favourite lace panties.”

“Oh.” Joe, Ben and Annie choired.

“Clara, compose yourself.” Gwil chuckled as she physically doubled over, tears running down, her laughter leaving her breathless. Moving to sit next to her and switch to the front camera on his device, he took Clara’s phone from her. “Right, guess I’m going to take charge now. You furrowed your brow, your mouth ajar as you began to slowly grind against him, your hand never leaving the side of his face as his eyes bore into yours.” Gwilym paused. “Seems anatomically impossible if her back is against you unless you have a freakishly long neck.”

“I thought she was looking at Ben?” Joe asked.

“She’s clearly looking at you, Joe.” Annie quipped.

“Joe tried to keep his composure - to play along in the same teasingly innocent tone as yours, but the feeling of you moving against him must have been a little to much to bear as he stuttered ‘oh n-no…” Gwilym snorted. “Wow Joe, got a little excited there, hm? His hands trailed down your waist before resting on your hips. He held onto them tight as he pushed his clothed hard on against you with such force you drew in a deep breath.”

“Oh, wow.” Annie leaned back, her eyes wide. “The power of Joe’s boner really got her there.”

“His voice was low as he murmured, ‘surely we can - ugh,” he licked his bottom lip, eyes closing a moment as you felt his cock twitch against your ass - he was just as worked up as you.” Gwilym paused there, mulling over what he had just read aloud. “Joe, whoever wrote this seems to think you have a speech impediment.”

“Right?!” Joe asked, “Why do I keep stuttering?! I’m the most charismatic one!”

“Anyways.” Gwilym said, ignoring Joe’s last comment. “His eyes fluttered open and he continued, ‘surely we can make it up to you’. ‘I’d like that Joey…’ you smiled.”

Joe, Ben and Annie waited, not sure if that was it or if there’s more to the story. After a minute of Clara’s heaving and the rest sitting in silence, Annie finally spoke.

“To be fair,” she looked at Ben, “if it weren’t for the lace panties, I’d be willing to bet cold hard cash that Gwil wrote that for himself to read.”

###

“Hey, Joe! I bought something for you to take on your tour!” Annie beamed mischievously.

It was the night the guys - minus Ben - were leaving for the press tour and Annie went out on a whim earlier that day and decided to tease Joe in the best way she could possibly imagine.

“Well? What is it?” Joe asked impatiently.

They were all gathered at Annie and Ben’s, from which the car to the airport was picking the rest of the guys up. Ben was mopey and miserable, a stark contrast to Annie’s cheeriness.

“Close your eyes.” Annie drawled.

“I’d rather keep them open, actually.”

“Alright then.” Annie shrugged and left the room to fetch Joe’s present. She returned with a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ben. “Ta-daaa!”

“I love it!” Joe gushed and rushed over to her, taking the present and looking it over. “What’s his name?”

“I call him Ben Cardy.” Annie said proudly. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh Ben!” Joe’s smile was so wide, his face could split in half. “It’s like you’ll be with us after all!”

###

Ben was staring at his phone intently, his hand lazily palming his crotch. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. He should not have gone down the Clannie rabbit-hole. But Annie was away at work, Rory was napping, and he just felt compelled to at least give it a look. He almost hung from the bedroom ceiling fan when Annie cleared her throat, announcing her presence. He dropped his phone with a yelp.

“Jesus, Annie!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Annie choked back a chuckle. “Also, surprise!”

“Why are you home?” Ben fumbled for his phone.

“Well, this is not what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Sorry, I mean -”

“I can leave if you want me to.” Annie suggested.

“What? No. Shut up.” Ben rambled. “Why are you home so early?”

“I figured you’d be sad and lonely now that the guys are away and decided to surprise you and come home early.” Annie shrugged. “Clearly, this isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

“Christ. I’m sorry.” Ben’s face was beet-red. “I’m happy you’re home, obviously.”

“What do you have there?”

“Nothing.” Ben powered the screen off and tossed his phone aside. “C’mere.”

“No, there’s definitely something.” Annie stepped back and shook her head. “Was that porn?”

Ben had only a split second to think about a satisfactory answer that wasn’t also a total lie.

“Yes.”

“Well, that explains the tent you’re sporting.” Annie smirked. “Were you just getting started?”

“Uh.” Ben furrowed his brows.

“Alright. What’s up?” Annie pointed at Ben’s crotch. “Other than that.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Shame flashed in Ben’s eyes. “Just regular porn, y’know.”

“Ben.”

“Annie.”

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Are you…” Annie grimaced. “Are you sexting someone?”

“What? No!”

“You’re hiding something.”

“Annie, just let it go.”

“Fuck off. Give me the phone.”

Ben bit his bottom lip as he contemplated his next course of action. Either he tells Annie what’s on his phone, or he tries to distract her long enough for her to forget about it. When Annie lunged forward and made grabby-hands at his phone, his instincts kicked in. He physically blocked her.

“Annie, stop.”

“What the fuck!”

“It’s a Clannie story, alright?!” he almost growled at her. “There. Now you know.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Ben, that’s…” Annie struggled to find the proper adjective.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Ben looked mortified. “I was bored and lonely. It’s horrible.”

“Then why are you hard?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“I’m confused.”

“Look, it’s not Hemingway, alright?” Ben groaned. “But the stuff this person wrote? The mental image I have planted in my brain now?”

“Good Lord.”

“Just come here. Listen.”

“Have you gone utterly bonkers, Jones?”

“Seriously. Come here.” He patted the empty space on the bed next to him.

Muttering to herself, Annie did as asked and snuggled up to her boyfriend.

“Right, so I’m skipping the beginning because that was just all kinds of blah.” Ben’s voice had an animated quality to it as he scrolled. “There. Listen.”

“You’re awful.” Annie mumbled. “This is domestic abuse.”

“Shut up.” Ben got comfortable and began. “’I’ve never been with a woman before…’ Clara confessed shyly, avoiding Annie’s piercing gaze.”

“Starting off with a lie, I see.” Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to stop Ben from reading any further.

“Annie simply smiled at how bashful Clara had become. Reaching out, Annie tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Clara’s ear. Clara leaned into it smiling softly as her eyes met Annie’s once again. ‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly -”

“Alright, stop right there.” Annie sat up straighter. “I am sick and tired of everyone feeling like Clara is this sweet, innocent, baby angel all the time and I’m some she-devil, maneater, sex-crazed banshee.”

“You were cast as Anne Boleyn for a reason, love.”

“That’s besides the point! Clara is a filthy, naughty little elf!”

“Right. Anyhow.” Ben cleared his throat. “‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly sitting up on her heels so their faces were only inches apart. She could feel Clara’s warm breath ghost her cheeks as she replied quietly, ‘yes.’”

Ben paused and waited for Annie’s outraged reaction.

“No comment?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

“Nope. You know, with me being such a bloody whore and enticing sweet blondes into sex all the time and whatnot. Carry on.”

“I mean, where’s the lie, though?”

“In case you forgot, you kissed me on our first date. And convinced me to have unprotected sex.”

“You should thank me for it.” Ben booped Annie’s nose with his finger. “Gave us Rory.”

“Goddamn it. You’re right.”

“Let me just find where I was when you so rudely interrupted me and scared the shit out of me…” he scrolled through the story. “There. ‘Fuck Clara, so good!’ Annie moaned, bare chest heaving as she grasped at the bed sheets beneath her. For someone who had never been with a woman before, Clara certainly knew how to use her tongue in a way that had Annie screaming in delight.”

“This? This makes you horny?” Annie snorted.

“Shut up.” Ben kept scrolling. “Oh, this bit is juicy. ‘Thought about this for so long.’ Annie breathed, her fingers parting Clara’s slick folds and spreading her wetness around. Slick folds?” Ben blinked at the screen.

“My ears feel like they’ve been sexually assaulted.”

“Slick folds. Okay.” Ben took a second to recover. “Hmmm… ‘Thought about what your sweet voice would sound like moaning my name.” Annie continued. Clara’s breath hitched and hips jerked as Annie began lazily circling her engorged clit -”

“Oh my God that’s not even remotely sexy.” Annie covered her mouth with her hand. “Engorged clit?!”

“-’Fuck, Annie, make me cum!’ Clara almost sobbed.”

“Alright, stop. I’m the one almost sobbing.” Annie looked up at Ben as if she’d seen a ghost. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, but my cock is throbbing.”

###

“Do you two even realise what you’ve done?” Greensleeves’ executive producers were beyond livid. “The fans are furious!”

“They’re furious?!” Annie barked back. “Did you even see the utter shit that’s out there?!”

“It’s not that bad.” Clara shrugged. “Some of it’s pretty good.”

“Clara, if you don’t zip it -” Annie muttered, clenching her fists.

“Ben seemed to like it.” Clara blurted out in anger.

“Oh?” Jamie’s ears perked up. “Our little Benny Boy wants to see his girl get it on with her best friend?”

“Stay out of it, James.” If looks could kill, Jamie would be dead, resurrected and killed again, for good measure.

“Not a chance, Annabelle.”

“You imbeciles need to stop being so rude to our fans.” The executive leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pointing at the trio. “If they want to write porn about the three of you, you shut up and look the other way. You don’t go on national television and bitch about it!” he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“I’m guessing Ben won’t be into any Jannie stories, then?” Jamie quipped and earned a slap to the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Any publicity is good publicity?” Clara asked timidly.

“I mean, some of our fans loved our honesty. They’re all about Team Clannie now.” Annie said.

“Yeah, and some of them are planning to assassinate you for being evil enough to seduce Ben Hardy and Gwilym Lee with your witch-magic superpowers.” Mike finally spoke. “You two are in for some serious rounds of online shit-talking, ladies. Enjoy.”

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harlequin* chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ Heres an excerpt from my reader insert book titled Harlequin. the title of this chapter within the book is "whoda guessed it." If anyone wants to check it out it is almost a completed “novel” and will have a book 2 coming out just as soon as the last few chapters are posted. it would mean the world to me if any other motionless fans would want to read it.

* - The book is a little wild and includes smut so that's what I've decided to add into this chapter. I've been delving into it a little more and I definitely think my smut shots have been getting better so here's one for all my saucy readers out there.

Song: lick it up by kiss

(the new book doesnt have added songs but if it did this song would probably be added ;) ) +++++++++

..."I'll see you tomorrow vin, sweet dreams."

I winked at him and turned to walk to my own room down the hall. After I unlocked my door i waved goodnight to him and stepped in. as I walked into my room I tossed my clothes on the floor by the TV and placed my key card and phone on the TV stand. i jumped in surprise when i saw Chris was still sat on my bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Guess you didn't feel like going back to your room?"

I joked as I wrapped my towel tighter around my chest. He shrugged before looking up at me.

"Just didn't feel like getting up I guess. did any of the guys decide to go with you? You were gone for,"

He looked down at his phone.

"Three hours."

I smiled and walked towards the bathroom.

"just Vinny decided to go, I'm sure you saw the text. we really talked more than swam but it was nice to chill out in the cool water."

I walked back out into the bedroom.

"I'm gonna shower, if you give me ten you can come join me."

i didnt think before speaking. He raised a brow and smirked at me.

"I'd love too."

I shouldnt have asked, specially after what just happened with vin, but i quickly hopped in the shower and washed my body and hair. after about ten minutes there was a knock at the door. I was rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when he came in.

"you still okay if i join?"

I pushed the shower door open with my foot and watched him strip and step in. He groaned as he watched me finish rinsing my hair. I ran my hands over my face to clear the water away from my eyes.

"Better view than the first time?"

I winked at him and he smirked at me, walking to me and placing his hands on my wet waist.

"Definitely."

He kissed me gently and then slowly began kissing down my jaw, collar bone, and breasts as the water fell over us. Suddenly he lifted me and placed me against the wall, my one leg wrapping around his waist as he made out with my chest. Then he set me down, kissing down my torso and looking up at me between my legs as he knelt down. I ran my hand through his wet hair.

"Guess you finally get to-"

My breathing hitched as his mouth attached to my clit. I gripped his hair tighter as he licked and bit at my core. Next thing I knew he threw my leg over his shoulder and brought his fingers up to tease me. i breathed out. He slowly inserted one, and then another, pumping in and out of me as his tongue continued circling my clit. I moaned at the feeling and arched my back. At first it was fine but soon enough i was overwhelmed with feeling and my whole body shook as I came onto his mouth and chin. When he unhooked my leg from his shoulder I could barely stand and he helped me slowly slide down the wall to sit comfortably on his thighs. I rested my forehead on his shoulder.

"Holy shit."

I breathed heavily and he laughed.

"Guess I was true to my word."

He whispered seductively into my ear. I let out a breathy laugh.

"definitely."

He pulled me back to look at him. I kissed him passionately and ran my hand down his torso. When I pulled away I looked him in the eyes.

"Wanna show me what else you can do?"

I winked at him and ran my hand lightly up his shaft, running my thumb over his tip. He shuddered and nodded at me.

"Only if youre ready for it."

He kissed my neck, biting it after. I pumped him twice.

"Make it worth it."

i whispered seductively at him. He growled in my ear before lifting me against the wall were we where sitting. I was practically pinned there as he sat up and ran his dick across my entrance and over my clit. Then he pushed into me without warning and I yelped at the feeling. He let out a low laugh as he kept his attack on my neck going.

"Trust me, it'll be worth it."

He pulled out a little before slamming back into me. I was surprised at the motion he could get from kneeling on the floor but he did it. He fucked me hard against the wall, the water still running over us and slowly turning cold. As he got a rhythm going he returned to suck and bite at my nipples, running his fingers over my clit and sending shivers through my body again. I gripped and pulled at his hair, digging the nails of my other hand into his tattooed ribs.

"Fuck Chris."

He kept moving, fucking me hard and fast. It was completely unlike our first time together but I think I liked this better. He groaned and moaned into my skin as his movements got more uneven. I could feel myself getting closer again and held onto him for dear life. He screamed into my neck as he came and with one final push into me my vision went blurry as my whole body tensed and released around him. After we both calmed down and our breathing slowed he helped me off of him and we both stood, my legs feeling like Jell-O. He turned the water off and offered me a towel from the rack, helping me dry off and kissing me gently.

"Do you want me to stay the night with you?"

I blushed and looked away from him.

"As much as I'd love that, dont you think the guys would get suspicious?"

He shrugged.

"No more suspicious than they are now, ya know, like when Vinny wasn't in his bunk yesterday."

he winked at me. My eyes went wide for a second. I scratched the back of my neck and I laughed nervously.

"Uh yeah, we were hoping no one would notice but i couldn't sleep."

He raised a brow at me.

"I asked him if he wouldn't mind keeping me company until actually did go to bed. He was the only one up but he fell asleep before I did so there really wasn't much I could do about that."

i lied. He shrugged and started to dry himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist.

"Hey it's your life. I just think Rick thought it was funny."

I followed him out of the bathroom.

"Why would that be funny?"

He turned to look at me as he started getting dressed.

"I don't know, maybe he just thinks that you two would be cute together."

He shrugged.

"Besides, he said that vinny showed him your guys's texts."

I looked at him funny.

"Okay? It's not like we were flirting or anything. He was just wishing me well. Ya know, comforting me or something."

He raised a brow as he buttoned his pants.

"Maybe you should tell him that. you did tell him you liked him after all."

I crossed my arms over my chest and followed him to the door.

"first of all, i meant that he was a good guy, and Maybe I will."

He placed his hands on my waist and kissed my forehead.

"I'll see you in the morning tiger."

He turned and walked out and I watched him from the door. When he went into his room I retreated. Of course I wasn't gonna tell vinny that, specially after what happened at the pool tonight. But if he was gonna tell Rick about us we might have a problem. I for sure didn't need Chris knowing about it.

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Killing Time 16/?

Detective Weaver/Belle French, Explicit

Summary: A Woven Beauty Law & Order-ish AU. Written for Writer’s Month 2019.

Chapter Summary: Weaver and Belle attempt to get a start on the case, but feel like they're getting nowhere fast in a lot of ways.

Notes: This was supposed to be posted on Friday the 30th, but alas that didn't happen. Work sucked and I seem to have gotten my daughter's cold. Palmi's is a Korean BBQ place in Seattle (and other areas) in case anyone was wondering. This is where my random food cravings show up in fic. For the Writer's Month prompt #30: pining.

Warnings: Please see AO3 for complete warnings and tags.The only updated tags are for the smut.

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It was two in the afternoon when Belle and Weaver left the station.

They had collected the current case file, such as it was, and decided to head over to Belle’s office. Frustration was best handled by doing what they could to solve the case, or at least get it started. So far the whiteboard consisted of a picture of Eloise and a timeline that had more question marks than anything else. As far as anyone could tell, Eloise Gardner had managed to fly under the radar for her entire existence.

Belle glanced over at Weaver where he was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the brief preliminary report from the medical examiner. He was slouched down with the folder open and sitting on his legs, and she bit her lip. Just a short time ago, they’d fucked on that couch, right where he was sitting. She bit her lip and breathed slowly, trying not to think about how good it felt to have him inside her, and how it would have happened again if Rogers hadn’t called them when he did.

“What?”

She blinked and saw Weaver looking at her, one eyebrow raised. “Nothing,” she said, shrugging. “Just...we basically have nothing.”

“Less than.” He sighed and sat forward, closing the folder and dropping it on the coffee table. “This prelim report is everything we already know; she’s been dead at least six months or probably more, no obvious signs of trauma, gun shot or stab wounds.”

“And we don’t have any idea who Eloise even is.” He ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his chin which had gotten scruffy with stubble from the last two days. “How does someone have no paper trail in this day and age?”

Belle shook her head, clicking the cap of the dry erase marker she was holding on and off. “Maybe she’s not from here. Maybe we need to expand our search. Oregon, California, Idaho? Check Social Security and IRS records, whatever we have to.”

“She might not even be from the states,” he added absently. “Canada?”

“True,” Belle said, frowning at the board. They’d been making assumptions, and it was possible that had painted them into a corner. “I could call Anna. She still works for that firm in Vancouver, and she might be able to search a few databases for us. Rogers could call his friend in the RCMP.”

He let out another heavy sigh. “Yeah.”

She pushed the cap back on the marker and set it in the tray under the board before crossing the room. “You okay?”

Weaver looked up as Belle dropped down on the sofa beside him. He nodded and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, just realized that I didn’t know what day it was for a second there.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Saturday, right?”

He nodded again, his lips curving slightly. “Be honest, you had to look at your phone to be sure.”

“Lately, yeah,” she admitted, running her hand through her hair. “S’all bleeding together.”

“Are you okay?”

She turned her head and looked at him. “Yeah, why?” He shrugged, his eyes meeting hers, and she swallowed. “I’m better now that we have something to figure out.”

“Something to focus on that’s not...”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Belle nodded, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

Weaver frowned. “For what?”

“For all the stuff that’s happened.” She sighed and picked at a fingernail with her thumb. “Between us.”

“Hey,” he said, softly, reaching over to take her hand. “Don’t -”

She shook her head again. “No. No, Ian, I meant it. I shouldn’t have -” She squeezed his hand and let it rest on her knee, but her eyes were fixed on the file folder on the table, and on the edge of the case label that was just a little bit crooked. “I didn’t mean for things to get so messy. Or to push you away - after. You were right that - that I keep doing that, that I have done that.”

“Belle...”

She sniffed and wiped her free hand over her cheek, surprised when it came away wet, and then rubbed it on her jeans. “I, um, I thought - I thought I was protecting myself.”

“You were,” he insisted. “You -”

“No.” She gave him a quick glance, her chest tightening when she saw the pain and concern in his features. “No, I was - I was hurting you. On purpose, maybe, I don’t know, but it was wrong. I was wrong to take advantage of you.”

“Hey.” He pulled his hand away from hers and raised his arm to put it around her shoulders. “It’s okay. You weren’t taking advantage of anyone.”

“I’m sorry,” she managed, her tears falling faster. “I was - I was going to text you that night. Thursday, I mean.”

That was the night Jack attacked her.

Weaver swallowed hard, and then blew out a breath. “Palmi’s?” She lifted her head and blinked at him. “Split a beef combo?”

“With kimchi stew?” Her eyebrows lifted and she started to smile. Her skin felt tight where tears had dried on her skin, and she rubbed at her eye. “You can have all the short ribs.”

His eyes narrowed for a second. “Deal.”

She giggled and sat up, stretching her arms. “I’m going to need to do some wash, or grab more clothes.”

Weaver pushed to his feet. “We can call in our order, swing by your place, and then pick it up before we head home?”

Belle bit her lip and nodded. He’d called his apartment home, which made sense for him. The funny thing was that was the first place that popped into her head at the mention of that word, home. It was an exposed brick wall and dark kitchen cabinets, a hundred year old wood floor and a zig zag of pipes on the ceiling.

She wasn’t sure that had anything to do with what had happened on Thursday.

After dinner, they settled on the sofa.

Belle sighed as she felt her body sink into the soft leather, and pulled up the throw blanket that lay at one end. They kept the conversation light after they left her office, both of them needing to disengage from the case and the events of the last few days.

“So, Tiana’s engaged?” Weaver said as he came around the end of the sofa with a beer bottle in his hand.

She let out a short laugh. “Yeah, to Drew.”

His eyes widened and he leaned forward to set the bottle down on the coffee table. “Drew the chef? I thought she dumped him ages ago?”

“The wannabe chef,” she corrected with a smirk. “I don’t know. They were off and on for the longest time, and then they were off-off.” She rolled her eyes and reached over, stealing a sip from his beer.

“Oi!” He snatched the bottle from her with a half-hearted glare. “Thief.”

She smiled at him. “Arrest me.”

The look he gave her was heated, and she felt a flush wash over her body. “Anyway,” she continued, fiddling with the fringe on the blanket as he turned on the TV. “They met at a restaurant opening a few months back, and now...”

Weaver shook his head. “She can do so much better.”

“She said that about you, you know.” Belle glanced sideways at him, her lips twitching.

“Yeah, well,” he replied, flipping through two more channels before pausing on a recap of the days football matches. “She was right.”

Belle’s foot nudged at his thigh, and he looked down at it before flicking his gaze up to meet her eyes. “Shut up,” she admonished, poking him with her toes a second time.

He tsked and shook his head slowly. “Theft and now assaulting a police officer. Racking up quite a rap sheet there, Ms. French.”

She giggled and shifted the way she was sitting, moving her feet to the other side so she could sit closer to him. He flipped a few more channels before stopping on a movie they’d both seen more times than they could count. It was already twenty minutes in, but it was safe, and she thought they both probably needed safe right now. The news was, well, the news. They lived with most of the nightly local headlines, and the national and global stuff had become too depressing.

Towards the end of the movie, Belle found her body leaning, drifting and heavy with fatigue, until her head was resting on Weaver’s shoulder. He braced for a second, and then relaxed, bringing his arm up around her to pull her against his side.

The more she kept saying she wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t keep taking advantage of him, the more she seemed to keep doing it.

“Is this okay?” she asked, her eyes fixed on the television.

“Yeah.”

His reply was soft, and then she felt the light pressure of his lips on the top of her head. She exhaled, resisting the urge to curl against him and watched as the movie came to its end, the camera pulling back on a view of the city as the credits began to scroll up the screen.

“I can’t keep staying here.”

Weaver shifted slightly. “Why not?”

She sighed and smiled sadly. “You know why...”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Where will you go then? Back to your apartment?”

She swallowed and sniffed. “I don’t think I can. I know Leroy will do a good job, but...”

“No one would blame you.” His arm tightened around her, squeezing her against him.

She pushed herself up, and his hand slipped down her shoulder. “My lease is up at the end of the year. I was thinking about looking for another place anyway.”

“You can stay here as long as you like,” he said, pulling back and twisting to sit sideways with his arm on the back of the sofa. “I can fix up the other room again, and sleep in there.”

Belle looked down at the blanket for a moment. The room would need a bit of work, and some furniture. The guest bed had been taken out as a start to the process of turning the room into a nursery. She wondered if he’d ever done anything with the paint they bought, a light, springy green called Sweet Honeydew. It would have worked for a boy or girl, she thought.

“Yeah.” She pulled the blanket off her lap before she stood up. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay...” came Weaver’s voice as she crossed the room. It sounded like he wanted to say something else, but she closed the bathroom door behind her before he could.

She turned on the water, pushing the dial halfway over to hot until steam started to fill the space, fogging up the glass. The heat felt good, almost blissful, and she let her head drop as the water pelted her neck and shoulders. A few tears fell, as they always did, and she wiped at her eyes before turning her face into the water. It was easier to let things out when she was shut away from the world. And from Ian.

He had been wonderful the past couple of days, but she still felt the pressure of expectations, of their history just as she had for all the weeks before. She couldn’t keep staying here, not much longer, not with Ian being so accommodating and...helpful. Her only option was nowhere, it seemed. She yawned as she turned to wash the shampoo out of her hair, working out the suds with her hands. It was going to be another early night for her, though she wondered if she’d be able to sleep all that well without Ian. At some point she would need to, anyway.

Belle finished up in the shower and slipped out in a towel, flashing Weaver an awkward smile as she hurried into the bedroom to retrieve something to wear to bed. After she changed, she came out of the room, squeezing her hair with the towel. Weaver was standing in the kitchen, and the television was turned back to the football recap. She glanced from the screen to him, and gave him a small smile when he shrugged.

“Tea?” he asked as he poured hot water into a mug.

“So late?” She lowered the towel.

He lowered the teabag, his mouth curved in a half smile. “It started raining and I just felt like something warm.”

She shook her head, her damp hair swinging and flicking little drops of water over the floor. “Thanks, but I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

He picked up the mug and came around the island, cupping the warm ceramic in his palm. “You going to be okay?”

She wiped a drip of water off her forehead and shrugged. “At some point I’m going to have to be, right?”

She took the towel into the bathroom, dropping it in the hamper, and when she came out, Weaver was back on the sofa, his socked feet propped on the coffee table, sipping his tea. She bit her lip at the cozy picture he made, wanting so badly to just plop down beside him again until they both fell asleep. Instead, she pushed her hair back and moved to the bedroom door.

“Night.”

He looked up from his mug and gave her a soft, crooked smile. “Goodnight, Belle.”

An hour later, Weaver gave up and turned off the television.

He knew Belle was holding back, putting on a brave face so he wouldn’t worry about her so much. At least they had something to work on now, something to distract them from everything else that had happened. He wasn’t sure that was a good thing yet. They’d proven they could work well together, for the most part, but in the long run what he wanted and what Belle wanted could still be two different things.

Sighing, he pushed up off the sofa and took the remains of his tea, now long cold, into the kitchen before heading to the bathroom to shower. After, he put on clean underwear and a shirt, and spread the throw blanket out over the cushions. He straightened and dropped a pillow down at one end, his gaze drifting to the bedroom door. It wasn’t completely shut, just close enough to block out the light from the living room.

He eased the door open and looked inside. Belle was on her side, facing the nightstand. She looked to be sleeping soundly, but just in case he left the door open a little further. If she had another nightmare, he’d be able to hear her easier. He took a step, and she called out to him in a quiet voice.

“You can stay,” she said, rolling over. “If - if you want.”

His smile was flat. “I don’t think it’s up to me.”

“Yeah.” She tucked her hands under her chin, holding the sheet and blanket. “Sorry.”

“Belle...” He sighed, watching as she rubbed at her face with her covered hands, then shook his head as he turned to leave. “Night.”

“Please?”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, waiting until she said his name, and then eased the door closed all the way. He went around to his side of the bed and climbed in, settling back against the pillow. A moment later, Belle inched closer, reaching for him and laying her arm over his chest.

“This okay?”

He breathed out and closed his eyes. It was always okay, no matter how much it hurt, or how confused everything got. “Yeah.”

Their breathing evened out, her chest pushing against his side at the same time he inhaled. The rain pattered lightly against the window, a soothing white noise as sleep overcame them.

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Halo- Chapter 2

SPN-FICFANATIC MASTERLIST

“HALO” MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER THREE

Fic Summary: You’ve lived next door to Jensen and Jared for a year and have had a somewhat strained relationship. After a recent and massive change in your life your paths cross again and they discover the cause of that, and bridges start to mend in unexpected ways.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Platonic!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2989

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Quick but Sweet Smut

Warnings: Very short NSFW (no GIFS), my first attempt at smut (which is a warning in itself), swearing again

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of domestic violence.

A/N: I wasn’t planning to post this so soon but I’ve been blown away by its popularity, and everyone has been so kind, so I wanted to post this quickly as a thank you xx

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A few hours later you had successfully proved to Jensen that he was indeed a suck shot, and that there was only one Queen of Halo in the World. He couldn’t help but steal glances at you from time to time, your smile as you gamed was intoxicating and he didn’t feel like he could ever get enough. This Y/N was a stark contrast to the one from only a few hours prior, it was like you were a new person the second you stepped into his apartment.

“Dude, you’re looking at me again,” you said bluntly as you stared at the screen with your controller right at your chest, concentrating on the shot. You felt Jensen shift next to you nervously and you giggled.

“Sorry, it’s just nice. To see you smiling,” he replied blushing.

“I hope to do THAT more often,” you replied, hitting pause and turning to grin at him. Your eyes caught movement behind the curtain and Jensen saw a flash of fear across your face before you realised it was Jared returning home. You relaxed as he opened the door, and he looked at you in surprise.

“Y/N! Hey, it’s good to see you! I see you took Jay up on his offer to hang out?” he said with a smile.

“Yer but you didn’t tell me how bad he is at this game. A little warning next time Jared,” you scoffed.

“OK OK, enough with the beat down. I’m a good shot and you can’t convince me otherwise,” he told you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Um Y/N? A taxi pulled up to your driveway as I came in. Are you expecting someone?” Jared asked, putting his bag down. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Oh shit, I forgot I had a doctor’s appointment!” you gasped, standing up quickly holding your side to avoiding jostling your stomach around. Jensen made to help you stand but you brushed him off. “I gotta run, thanks for the game Jay!”

“Do you need me to go with you?” he asked concerned. Jared flashed him a confused glance while you smiled back.

“It’s ok, thank you though. Gotta get used to this independence thing. Catch you later though?”

“Absolutely, come over whenever you get back.”

You waved at them both as you walked out the door and closed it behind you, and once Jared was sure you were in the taxi he spoke up.

“Dude, I’ve been gone for 5 hours and suddenly you’re offering to take her to doctors’ appointments?” Jared asked incredulously. Jensen sighed and threw him a beer from the fridge.

“Sit down, I’ll catch you up.”

2 hours later you stepped gingerly out of the taxi, holding your side as you walked to your apartment. After having your wound poked and prodded you were feeling a bit sore and sorry for yourself, and looking forward to lying on your couch with something binge-worthy. As you unlocked your door you heard your neighbours’ door open, and were surprised to turn and see Jared standing there and not Jensen as you expected.

“Hey Jared, how’s it going?” you asked tiredly, holding onto the door handle for support.

“Yer fine, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Jay filled me in while you were gone,” he replied, looking downcast. You nodded with a frown.

“I’m ok. Well, I’m not like fabulous or anything but I’m doing fine, and I know you guys are right next door which feels nice. The paper-thin walls I hated so much over the last year are suddenly making me feel so much safer,” you laughed half-heartedly. “Anyway, I’m gonna head inside and watch something trashy, see ya.”

“Well actually, speaking of trashy, that was the other reason I came over,” he said, handing a box set over to you. You raised an eyebrow as you saw the front cover, and grinned when his face stared back at you.

“Season One of Supernatural? This is brilliant,” you laughed. “And not at all trashy.”

“Have you seen it? I just thought, with Michael being like he was…”

“No no, I haven’t. I mean, I knew you guys did the show because I’ve seen the ads… I always thought it looked pretty awesome. And you’re right, I’d never get to watch this in a million years before.”

“Well, maybe you can now,” he said with a smile. You looked up into his eyes and were suddenly overcome with a strange urge. Pushing yourself forward, you reached out and wrapped your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest, experiencing your first genuine hug in about a year. He happily returned it, being careful not to hurt you by squeezing too hard.

“Thanks Jare, really,” you told him, feeling a little emotional over the contact.

“Anytime. Consider it part of my penance for being a crappy neighbour,” he replied, to receive a slap on the arm.

“Don’t be daft. You have nothing to feel bad about, either of you,” you told him firmly, and he put his palms up in surrender.

“OK OK, don’t take my arm off,” he replied jokingly. You started to go inside when a thought occurred to you.

“Hey, if you want to watch yourselves killing bad guys come on over, my couch is big enough for three,” you told him with a wink. He laughed and waved you off, letting you go instead and get comfortable with your new favourite TV show.

For the next couple of days the guys would listen to their voices floating through the walls. You really knew how to binge they thought impressed, and pretty soon you were halfway through the season. They opted not to watch it with you, giving you a bit of space and allowing you to watch without the running commentary from them that they knew they’d have trouble biting back. A couple of times you came by for a beer and to ask questions. Another time they were interrupted by pounding on the wall followed with “You’re not gonna die, right Jay? Sam’s gonna fix ya… RIGHT?” to which all they could respond with was laughter.

Your scream of “WHAT!!!” signalled the end of the season, and they prepared a beer for your entrance. Two seconds later you bolted through the door looking dishevelled.

“How could they leave it there? You get hit by a damn truck? You survive right? Well, I guess you must, you’re still going to work but what about John? Gah! I hate this show,” you complained, catching the drink as it was thrown to you and taking a swig.

“And of course, by hate you mean you want to marry it and have little Supernatural babies right?” Jensen asked with a smirk. You glowered at him before swearing.

“You know me too well Ackles.”

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Months passed and you seemed to be doing well. You and the guys had developed a real lasting friendship, though you definitely had a greater connection with Jensen. To say you had a little crush was an understatement but being certain he’d never feel the same about you you pushed those feelings down to the deepest depths of your soul. The day your mother turned up at your doorstep however threatened to change everything.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” you asked meekly. She was always a powerful woman, which you surmised was probably why you’d fallen in with Michael in the first place.

“I’m here to bring you home Y/N,” she announced, barging in and standing in the middle of your living room. You closed the door, silently praying no-one was home next door to hear this exchange.

“Enough is enough, you’ve been living on your own now for months without a job, without a husband, without support of any kind and I’ve had enough. I can only take so many phone calls listening to your pathetic lies about those horrid actors before coming down here and straightening you out myself. I mean honestly Y/N, you’ve burrowed yourself into a little hole here and made up this ridiculous fantasy life filled with Hollywood heartthrobs and I’m tired of it. This is Vancouver for goodness sake, not California. Now Michael wasn’t perfect but at least he was real and he provided for you. You’re coming home and I’m getting you some help. NOW!”

You cowered at her tone, unable to help yourself. With the help of the guys you had come completely out of your shell but her behaviour was giving you flashbacks to your previous life. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and before you could nod your head in acceptance you heard your door knock. There was literally only one of two people this could be, and with a resigned sigh you opened the door a couple of inches.

“Get rid of them Y/N, we have work to do,” your Mother stated firmly from behind you as she started to inspect the living room.

You looked up to see Jensen’s angry face looking back at you. “Now’s not a good time Jay,” you told him, moving to shut the door. He put his foot in the way however and reached out to take your hand.

“Play along alright?” he whispered, low enough for only you to hear, before pushing the door open wide and entering. “Sweetheart, you didn’t mention your mother was coming to visit!” He exclaimed loudly, grabbing the attention of your mother who was currently throwing your Dean and Sam bobbleheads in the bin. She stared at him with her mouth open wide, before holding out her hand to offer a handshake.

“Hello, and you are?” she replied, taking in his height and appearance. “You just called my daughter ‘sweetheart’, however she’s yet to mention to me that she has a partner.”

She retreated her hand at this point, noting with disdain his refusal to shake it.

“Are you sure about that? Because I’m almost certain I overheard you say just now that you HAD heard of those ‘horrid actors’.”

The colour drained from your mother’s face at this point as realisation hit that you’d been telling her the truth this entire time, though she kept her composure. Standing as tall as she could she clutched her bag to her side, simply for something to hold onto.

“So, you ARE real. I would have expected any actor with the brains to rise to star in his own television show to be smart enough to know when he’s too good for my daughter. So, you’ll have to excuse my disbelief at Y/N’s wild stories.”

You looked to the ground, tears falling quietly at her words. They cut deep because you knew they were true, and you felt Jensen’s grip tighten around your hand.

“Now you listen here. Y/N is an intelligent, funny and incredibly generous human being. Meeting you I have to wonder where on God’s green Earth she picked that up because she certainly didn’t learn them from you. But, however it happened, I am eternally grateful to call her my fiancée. I am supporting her in every way possible and will be sure to cross you off the guest list, because we’ll only be inviting friends and family to our wedding. Hollywood weddings and all; I’m sure you understand.”

You had barely heard anything after the word fiancée, but based on your mother’s expression it can’t have been good. You held Jensen’s hand tighter as you watched her face go from a bright red to a light purple, and without a word she stomped out of your apartment and slammed the door behind her. You were shaking and you felt Jensen’s arms wrap around you tightly.

“It’s ok, you’re safe I promise,” he told you gently, stroking your hair. You burrowed your face into his chest and let the tears come, not even caring that you were sobbing by this point. He carefully pulled you toward the couch and sat you down next to him as you wept.

10 minutes later you felt you had cried all the tears you could. To his credit he hadn’t moved an inch the entire time, stroking your hair and muttering the odd word of affection here and there.

“How’re you doing?” he asked concerned as you pulled away. You wiped your wet cheeks with the palm of your hand and huffed out a laugh.

“Dude, you essentially told my mother to fuck off. I’m better than I’ve been in ages.”

“Are you sure?” he asked with a frown. “I’m so sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have but hearing her speak to you like that just made me so angry and I couldn’t-“

“Shush,” you told him sternly. “That woman... she may have given birth to me but she was never a mother. I could never stand up to her but you did it for me and I’m beyond grateful. I can’t even begin to think what might have happened to me if I’d gone with her. Jay... I’m pretty sure you just saved my life.”

You looked up into his eyes so he could see the sincerity in them, and he too stared back at you before his gaze fell to your lips. You noticed his breathing quicken as he leaned forward, and before you realised what was happening his lips were on yours. You sharply inhaled through your nose in surprise, and quickly returned the kiss with a low moan at the back of your throat. He lifted you from your place on the couch so you were sitting in his lap, while you ran your hands through his hair as your pace quickened, your tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths without hesitation. You could feel the bulge in his jeans growing, which in turn caused your own tingles in places you didn’t know could do that anymore. With one swift motion you unbuttoned your top to expose your bare chest, and Jensen pulled back unexpectedly.

“Y/N,” he panted, wetting his lips as he took you in. A look of concern flashed across his face and he opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed your palm against his mouth and looked into his eyes with a smile.

“Yes, I want this. Yes, I’m on the pill. No, I don’t care about what I’ve been through anymore. All I want is to feel you pressed up against my naked body... preferably in the bedroom as the couch is quite sma-“

You let out a happy squeal as Jensen immediately stood and held you straddled on his hips, supporting you by holding his hands under your ass. You started sucking his neck as he carried you, and he let out a low groan of approval before you felt yourself being gently thrown onto the bed. He ripped off his top, and you giggled as you heard a few buttons tinkle as they hit your bedroom wall and floor. He shrugged with a grin before throwing himself on top of you, straddling each leg on either side of yours as he grinded himself against you. Your lips found each other and you proceeded to unbutton his pants and slide them down his legs with your feet. The skirt you were wearing had now ridden up so far it was on your belly, giving Jensen easy access to reach down and touch your now wet clit. It took you by surprise and the moan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, as your back arched off the mattress unconsciously.

“Please,” you begged quietly. “Jay, I need you inside me. It’s been so long...”

You felt your underwear being pushed aside, and his tip pressed against you before you sensed his hesitation. You looked to find him watching for your reaction, and when you leaned up to kiss him harder before pulling him back down onto the mattress with you, he slid himself in. You let out a little gasp, and he whipped his head up to look at you concerned.

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

You nodded with a smile as a tear escaped from the corner of your eye. Jensen didn’t look at all convinced, and pulled himself up on his arms to see you properly.

“I swear Jay, I promise I’m fine. It’s just... this is the first time in a long time that it hasn’t hurt. This is incredible,” you whispered, running your hand through his hair and smiling as a grin spread across his face.

“I’m going to make you feel so good babe, I swear it,” he replied, leaning back down to kiss your neck as he started to pull himself back and forth inside you. Your bodies rocked together on the bed as you quickly neared climax, the unspoken understanding between you that while the feeling was sensational, this wasn’t the right time to draw it out. You could feel the pressure building inside you and your cries became louder and closer together. He thrust harder and faster, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

“Cum for me baby, I’m right there, fuck,” he swore, and as you felt yourself tip over the edge his body shuddered as he came inside you. You swore loudly as he continued to thrust and pulled yourself closer against his body as you rode out the waves which felt never-ending. When they finally did Jensen pulled out and laid himself across your body with a content sigh. You lay underneath him, not giving an ounce of care to the sheets on the bed as you chose to just snuggle in his embrace rather than jump straight into the shower like you used to. It was a foreign concept to you and you quickly fell asleep with a smile on your face, comforted by the knowledge that your old life was now officially 100% behind you.

Chapter Three (final) coming soon

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Paint the Roses White - Ch. 3

Written by: @i-live-so-i-love​ and @kimlinebiased

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Relationships: main VMin, side NamJinGi, side HopeKook


Genres: fantasy, angst, smut

Tags: Alice in Wonderland AU, smut, fluff, angst, alternate universe, bottom!Taehyung, top!Jimin, violence, abusive parents, shapeshifter!Taehyung, barebacking, alcohol use, side HopeKook, sideNamJinGi, implied drug use, more tags added as necessary

Summary: Jimin’s life sucks. He’s miserable, beat down, and tired. That is, until a mysterious boy with purple hair and a dangerous smile slides into his life and turns it upside down. The White Queen is ruling and drinks are on the house in the Hat Trick Lounge. Caterpillar is missing and the Prince of Hearts is ready for a war, if only he could figure out where his damn rabbit ran off to again…

Word Count: ~10.1k+ (updated biweekly)

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Jimin woke up face first in the dirt. He groaned. There was a sharp sting in his upper arm and his muscles ached like he’d run a marathon. Memories of the last few hours flooded his mind. He shot up, looking around. He was on a dirt road through a forest, it stretched on in either direction as far as he could see. Off in the distance he could just make out a blonde figure disappearing over the horizon.

“Hey!” Jimin called after him.

Panic clutched at Jimin’s throat. He had no idea where he was or how he got here because what just happened couldn’t possibly have happened. He had no idea how to get back home. There wasn’t even anyone around to ask for help. Tears burned behind his eyes. Worst of all, he had let Taehyung down. He’d lost the drive.

He wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand. He didn’t have time to cry over it right now.

He poked at the hole in his dress shirt. The red stain spreading looked worse than it was. The bullet had only grazed him and not even that deeply. Since it was ripped and stained anyway he tore the sleeve off and tied it around the wound. It was the best he could do for now.

He took a deep breath and stared down the road to his left where Rabbit had disappeared. He could see a smoky haze in the sky; the other way was nothing. He shrugged. Something was better than nothing.

As he walked along the path he took in the trees around him. They were different than he was used to. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. The leaves were a little too green and the branches never quite angled the way he expected. Still, they were pretty and it let Jimin relax a little.

An odd crunch under Jimin’s foot made him pause and look down. He lifted his foot and underneath were shards of the dark pearl Rabbit used to bring them here. Jimin’s stomach dropped. Would he be able to get home without it? He crouched to pick up the pieces. Maybe it could be fixed.

As he stood up a woman’s voice behind him made him turn.

“Oh Oyster! Come and walk with us!” She stood in the middle of the road, closer than he would have expected. She was dressed head to toe in black, her black and purple hair pulled into a high tight ponytail. Her wide set eyes glittered, a cruel smile curving her red lips.

Before Jimin could respond another voice spoke from the direction he had been facing a moment ago.

“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk.” She was dressed the same at the other woman in all black, the same smile across her face.

“We’ll talk of many things,” the first woman said. She had gotten closer, nearly in arms reach away now. Jimin could see a collection of knives along her waist.

“Of shoes and ships and sealing wax.”

“Of cabbages and kings.”

They circled him threateningly. Jimin crouched, prepared to defend himself but not liking his odds against their knives.

“Of why the sea--” The second woman dropped her stance and put her hands on her hips. “Hyuna, can we just kill him and be done now? I’m bored of this already,” she whined.

“You’re bored of everything, Jiwoo. There’s a reason you’re called a walrus.” The one named Hyuna clapped her hands and made a barking noise.

“That’s a seal, you fool. I still want to kill him.” She drew a long ivory dagger from behind her, raising it threateningly.

“Whoa! Kill me?” Jimin squeaked, raising his hands in a weak defense. “For what?”

“Don’t play dumb. We know what you are.”

“I’m Jimin! Park Jimin. Please! I just want to go home.”

Jiwoo hesitated. She glanced at Hyuna.

“You can’t be. It’s impossible.”

“Please!” Jimin tried again. “I didn’t mean to come! I just wanted the drive. See?” He held out the broken pearl. Hyuna swore, yanking the shards from his palm.

“You fool!” She hissed, her eyes glinting dangerously. It reminded Jimin of Taehyung. “Why would you break this! It was the last we had!”

“You know why he broke it,” Jiwoo said, wiggling the dagger. “He’s an Oyster.”

“I’m not! I’m just a guy!” Jimin cried.

“His hair,” Hyuna said softly, her dark eyes searching Jimin up and down. Her nose twitched, catlike. “And he doesn’t smell like the Oysters.”

“Could be a disguise. They know about us.”

Hyuna stepped closer to Jimin. She tilted her head, her eyes widening a little as she searched his face. Jimin couldn’t hide the gasp that slipped from his mouth when her eyes shifted in front of him, tiny, catlike slits taking the place of her previously round pupils. She blinked, her eyes returning to normal. “I can’t figure out what he is.”

“I’m just a guy. Park Jimin. I was born in Busan, I-- I live alone with my dad, I work in a call center for Christ’s sake. I just want to go home. I didn’t mean to get tangled up in all this! Taehyung gave me--”

“Taehyung!” Jiwoo cried. “What of Taehyung?”

“I-- We--” Jimin’s cheeks burned hot. “I met him,” he mumbled, not wanting to risk outing Taehyung by accident to these two women.

“We shouldn’t kill him,” Hyuna said. Jimin sighed in relief. “Yet,” she added, smirking at him. Jiwoo pouted, a strikingly innocent expression on her beautifully deadly face. “Why?”

“There’s something wrong here. I can smell it. We should take him to the Hat Trick.”

“Then can we kill him?”

“As soon as the Prince gets a good look at him, yeah, we’ll open him up and take out the pretty pearls.”

Jimin’s stomach twisted painfully at the delightful noise Jiwoo made at Hyuna’s promise. Much to his relief, she sheathed the dagger, but withdrew a set of handcuffs. Jimin stepped back, wondering if he had a shot in hell of escaping.

“It’s gonna be best if you just come with us, Oyster,” Hyuna warned. Jimin felt the prick of a knife along his side. He tensed. “We’re not the untrained kittens you’re used to dealing with.”

Jimin swallowed audibly. “Just put the knife away. I’ll come,” he whispered.

“Knife?” Hyuna chuckled. She raised her hand, revealing sharp claws in place of her previously blood red manicured nails. “The knives are just for show… My paws work so much better.”

Jimin cried out in surprise, stumbling away from Hyuna, and directly into Jiwoo’s arms. “Gotcha!” She teased, laughing as she slapped the cuffs on his wrists. She grabbed the center metal links and began to walk, all but dragging Jimin along behind her.

Hyuna followed along behind them, her steps so silent that Jimin could scarcely hear them. As they walked toward the hazy end of the road that Rabbit had disappeared from, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder if he was being led to his salvation… Or his doom.

Jimin wasn't sure how long or far they walked. The road seemed to never change. At first he had tried asking questions but Jiwoo snapped at him. He may need his tongue to answer questions, but he didn't need all his fingers. He didn't think it was worth risking whether she was bluffing since they weren’t answering them anyway. So he remained silent.

Jiwoo and Hyuna occasionally chatted as they walked. Jimin guessed they were close, sisters maybe from the undertone of bickering.

At no sign Jimin could see, Jiwoo turned and hauled him into the bushes. Jimin dug in his heels, suddenly terrified they were dragging him into the woods to kill him. “Wait- I thought you were taking me to someone? To answer questions.”

“We are, stupid Oyster. Didn't you see the sign?” Jiwoo gestured impatiently behind him.

Jimin turned and there was now an incongruous neon sign reading “Hatter & Hare’s Hat Trick Lounge”.

Further down Jimin could see other signs: “Mock Turtle’s Fashion Boutique”, “Lobster Quadrille Dance Studio”, “Golden Nile Crocodile Spa”. When he looked back the way they had been going there was still nothing.

“Let’s go.” Hyuna pricked him in the back to get him moving.

Jimin stumbled through the brush until they landed on a path narrower but parallel to the one they’d left. This one wound through the trees in loops and branched. Some paths continued further into the woods and some ended abruptly. His guards led him down the closest path. As they approached a wooden door popped into existence, light brown and inviting. Jimin blinked. He could see around it to the other side but Hyuna knocked, clearly expecting an answer.

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” a voice called through the keyhole.

“Jae, if you don’t let me in, I swear to god I will cut your fucking balls off.”

The door opened and a heavy drum beat poured out. A tall man with round glasses leaned against the door. Behind him was a dark room with distant flashing lights. Definitely not the woods Jimin was standing in. “What’s the point of a secret entrance if you don’t have a secret code?” Jae said, exasperated.

Jiwoo dragged Jimin through the door and shut it. The woods disappeared and Jimin was now in what was clearly a storage room of some kind. Wine barrels lined one wall there were rows of shelves with boxes of varying sizes.

“Who’s this? New recruit?” Jae nodded at Jimin.

“An Oyster Hyuna wouldn’t let me kill.”

Jae’s eyes widened.

“I’m not an Oyster. I don’t even know what that is. I’m just a guy!” Jimin tried to insist. The others ignored him.

Jae looked him over. “But his hair.”

“And what about yours?” Jiwoo cocked her head, annoyed.

Jae ran a hand through his fading pink hair. He opened his mouth to retort but Hyuna cut him off.

“Enough. Go get Jin so we can sort this out and be done? Grab Taehyung if he’s around too.”

Jae nodded and left with a backwards glance at Jimin.

The beat of the music from the other room was almost hypnotic, a rhythm that Jimin could feel in his bones. He took the opportunity to look around the room, searching for any clue as to where he might be. The wine barrels were stamped with varying numbers that Jimin couldn’t make heads nor tails of. There was a strawberry sweet scent all around them, implying at least some of the alcohol was fruit flavored. The boxes on the shelves were labeled with various words, glasses, bottles, corks, labels, etcetera. What was clearly the name of the place, the Hat Trick Lounge, was emblazoned on the high wall above the barrels.

Jae returned, a bottle of light pink liquid with a label of a jumping rabbit in his grip. “Jin wants you to take him to the lounge. He and the rest are there.”

“Who are the rest?” Hyuna asked.

“Hatter and Rabbit. Taehyung’s off chasing mice or whatever the hell you Cheshires hunt.”

Jiwoo swiped the air in front of Jae’s face with her claws. “Come a little closer and I’ll show you what we hunt.”

Jae rolled his eyes, smiling good naturedly. Jimin wasn’t sure how he wasn’t wetting himself in the presence of these two.

“Hush your hissing, Jiwoo. Doesn’t become you. Go on.” He nodded toward a door Jimin hadn’t seen before. As they passed, Jimin looked at him pleadingly. Jae smiled and shrugged helplessly. He knocked back another sip of his drink and wandered into the darkness on the other side of the room as Jimin was pulled through the door.

Jimin found himself in the middle of a room with no door and no windows, save for a rose colored glass roof that allowed sunshine to filter through. The centerpiece of the room was a rich cherrywood table, littered with the same rabbit labeled bottles that Jae had been holding, as well as a few half full bowls of brightly colored cookies and sweets. There were two leather loveseats and an easy chair surrounding the table, broken in and worn to the point that stuffing was sticking out in some places. On one of the easy chairs was occupied by a tall, slender man. He wore a hot pink baseball cap, bright orange hair sticking out wildly. The sides of the cap pushed his ears down so they folded over, adding to the overall crazy appearance that his flashy, patched and stitched together clothing already implied.

The love seat next to him was occupied by a strikingly beautiful redhead. He wore a leather jacket and a pair of jeans ripped in various areas to show his knees and thighs. Jimin’s eyes widened when he realized the man’s hair matched his own in vibrance and shade. He paid Jimin and his captors no attention, his focus on Rabbit, who had his head in the redhead’s lap. He was stroking his fingers through Rabbit’s soft white hair, his plush lips curled up into a quiet smile.

“You!” Jimin cried.

The two men on the couch looked up and Rabbit’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

“You! What are you doing here?” Rabbit asked, sitting up.

Jimin scowled. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I followed you.” He took a step toward the couch but a hand wrapped around his injured arm painfully tight, claws digging into his skin. “Give me back the pen drive and send me home!”

Rabbit looked more confused than ever. “Followed me? How?”

Jimin opened his mouth to retort but the redhead cut him off.

“Namjoon, who is he?” He spoke calmly and quietly but there was an air of command to his voice.

Rabbit, who’s real name must have been Namjoon, turned back to the redhead. “Park Jimin,” he answered with a significant look. “Taehyung’s boyfriend.”

Jimin blushed. “I’m not- we’re not-”

The redhead stood up and stuck out his hand. “A friend of Taehyung’s is a friend of mine...usually.” His full lips curved into a smile. “I’m Kim Seokjin. Most people around here just call me Jin.” Jimin shook his hand awkwardly in the handcuffs, slightly bewildered.

”Oh, we can take those off.” Jin gestured for Hyuna to uncuff him.

Jiwoo pouted. “He’s really Taehyung’s boyfriend? We don’t get to kill him?”

Jimin blushed again at her phrasing. It had only been one night.

“He had the drive with all the information on it and he was trying to protect it with his life.” Namjoon smiled at Jimin. “He’s on our side.”

Jiwoo made an unhappy hissing noise.

“Sorry, you’ll have to find someone else to sharpen your claws on. Rook and Bishop might still be out there,” Jin suggested.

Once Hyuna was done uncuffing Jimin, she grabbed Jiwoo by the shoulders and steered her out a door that appeared as they turned. “Come on. Let’s go find Solbi-unnie and Adora-unnie for a drink before we head out.”

“Sorry about them.” Jin said once the door disappeared again. “They, uh, enjoy their job a little too much. Especially Jiwoo. But they are good at it.” He gestured for Jimin to take a seat.

Jimin hesitated. “How do I know I can trust you? If you’re friends with Taehyung, where is he? Can I talk to him?”

“I’m sorry Jimin. He didn’t realize how close he was being followed when he gave you that thumb drive. He’s still in hiding trying to shake of a couple Oysters.” Jin hurried to add when he saw Jimin expression, “he’s okay. He’s let us know that he’s safe. He just doesn’t want to risk coming back to the hideout and giving us away until he’s sure it’s safe. Sit please.”

Jimin finally did.

“You look like you need a drink.” The orange haired man leaned forward to pour some of the pink liquid into a clean glass and hand it to Jimin. “I’m Jung Hoseok, the uh,” he flicked the brim of his cap and grinned, “hatter of Hatter and Hare’s Hat Trick Lounge.”

Jimin peered into the glass considering whether it was safe to drink. It smelled sweet and refreshing. “So he’s hare then?” Jimin nodded at Namjoon.

All three burst into laughter.

“He wishes,” Hoseok muttered, shoving Namjoon playfully. “No. Hare is-”

“Hoseokie-hyung! Why did you miss my dance?” A tall half clothed young man with pink hair and fake pink bunny ears on his head appeared behind Jimin. There was still no door so Jimin wasn’t sure where he came from.

The man marched across the room and climbed into Hoseok’s lap, straddling him. “You said you’d be there,” he pouted, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s neck. “You never miss a dance.”

Hoseok rubbed over the man’s bare thighs and shiny pink shorts. “I’m know baby. I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook.” Jin’s voice cut into their not so private moment. “We have a guest.”

Jungkook turned, cocking his head at Jimin. His eyes narrowed, his nose scrunching. The action lifted his top lip enough to reveal the peek of his front teeth, giving him a very bunny like expression. Jimin couldn’t hide the smile that slid onto his face despite everything. The guy was cute, he had to admit.

“Who’re you?” Jungkook asked.

“I-- Park Jimin.”

“I’m Jeon Jungkook. JK.”

“Or the March Hare,” Namjoon added, jutting his thumb toward the wall. Jimin spotted a calendar hanging. It was open to March’s image, which just so happened to be Jungkook in his bunny ears and nothing else. A basket full of goodies was the only thing hiding his goods from view.

“March. Got it,” Jimin said.

“Is he why you missed my dance?” Jungkook asked, turning his attention back to Hoseok.

“Unfortunately no. I wish it was that simple. Some business to discuss with Jin-hyung.”

The pouting smile disappeared from Jungkook’s face. “Resistance information?”

Hoseok nodded.

“Fill me in?”

“Of course. Entertain our patrons?”

“Always. Jae-hyung is cracking bad jokes for now, it’ll only be so long before the guests start throwing fruit at his head.”

“Ah, well, better go soothe the crowd then. Keep those ears cocked for any Queen news, yes?” Hoseok stroked one of the ears playfully. Jungkook nodded, his strikingly innocent smile returning.

He slid off Hoseok’s lap and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He turned and bowed to Jimin. As he darted out of the door that disappeared in the blink of an eye, Jimin couldn’t help but notice the way the young man had stared at his hair. Even in this world, he seemed to stick out. With one exception.

“Is your hair real?” Jimin asked, turning his attention toward Jin.

The air in the room seemed to thicken a little. “Yes,” Jin answered after a moment.

“I’ve never seen another person with hair like mine unless it’s been dyed. Even then…”

“Well,” Jin smiled a little, glancing over at Namjoon. “That’s likely because I’m not a human. Not really.”

Jimin snorted. “Very funny. What is this stuff?” He asked, tilting his glass a little.

“Wine. We make it ourselves. Strawberry flavor.” Hoseok said. Jin reached out, snagging his own glass and taking a sip.

“We’ve no reason to poison you, Jimin. You weren’t meant to get involved, but you aren’t in danger.”

“Well your hitmen out there made it pretty clear that wasn’t the case.”

Jin shrugged. “As I said, they’re just… Excitable. They have a lot of justice to seek. Unfortunately, their revenge tends to come at… Inopportune moments. They won’t harm you, not without my approval.”

“What’s so big shot about you?” Jimin asked.

“Hey.” Namjoon’s tone was sharp and warning. Jin smiled still, setting a hand on Namjoon’s thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Relax, baby. He doesn’t know. Taehyung told him nothing. For good reason. He likes you - he clearly wanted you protected… He’ll be disappointed that you ended up here.”

“Easy fix,” Jimin said, “send me home.”

“We can arrange that. Not right away though. The Oysters may still be looking for you and I don’t want to risk sending you, or any scout I send with you, falling into their hands. Please. For your own protection. You saw what they were like.”

Jimin touched his injured shoulder. “I did.”

“Then stay with us tonight at least. We’ll send you home tomorrow. My word is everything in this room.”

“That… Might not be so easy,” Namoon said softly.

Jin glanced over at him. “Why not?”

“I… Lost the pearl.” Namjoon’s voice was soft, his head hung.

“Namjoonie,” Jin whined, putting his hand on his forehead. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“No. I was in such a rush. I thought the Oysters were coming and I just took off, I-- I’m sorry, Jin-hyung.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s still on the path. It’s relatively unused except by our troupe. We’ll just go find it. Send Hyuna - she’s got a bloodhound’s nose.”

“The pearl?” Jimin squeaked. “Small… Shiny… Black?”

“Yes.” Jin said hesitantly.

“It’s… Those girls already have it. I had it when they found me.”

“Excellent.”

“Not so much,” Jimin said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I sorta… Stepped on it. It’s shattered.”

“No.”

Jimin winced. “Can it be fixed?”

Jin slumped down, burying his face in his hands. He made a small noise of frustration. Namjoon’s shoulders slumped, his entire body seeming to sink in on itself. “We’re fucked,” he mumbled.

Jimin glanced around, panic rising in his throat. “What’s going on? What’s so important about the pearl? Someone, please--”

Hoseok sighed softly. He rose and paced to the other side of the room. He took off his pink cap and donned a black fedora with various colored feathers.

“The pearl is the key to your world, Jimin-ssi. Without it, we can’t get there.”

“Well, can we get another one?”

Hoseok turned back to Jimin. “No. They are in limited supply… And the royals that we are at war with have them. The Rook and the Bishop, the Oysters you met… They’re assassins of the Royal Army. We are their enemies.”

“The Royal Army? The-- Where am I?” Jimin asked softly, almost dreading the answer.

Hoseok smiled, broad and bright as sunshine.

“Oh, rude of us, accept my apologies. Welcome to Wonderland.”

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Birds and Bees

This was supposed to be a random one-shot but as I was writing it, I realized I was writing the Negan from my fanfiction Rear Window. 

So please consider this a prequel one-shot to Rear Window. It's okay if you haven't read it, but I thought that those of you who have, might enjoy thinking of this as the time before Negan knew Kayla.

AU one-shot, no zombies. It contains cussing and smut, as well as a healthy dose of Negan humor.

This was a prompt from a friend. "Negan teaches sex-Ed.”

Thanks for the idea @lovesjdm! I hope you and @soythedemonqueen enjoy it!

I don't own the Walking Dead etc. I just play with it, like an overgrown child.

"Alright, alright. I want asscheeks in seats." Negan hollered, smacking a yardstick against the large desk in front of the class.

Handing a pile of paperwork to the boy in the first seat, Negan instructed, "Everybody take one and pass it along. This is reading material. Do not draw dicks on it. Do not write little love notes to your moon faced girlfriends and do not make any goddamn paper airplanes or so help me, you'll be running laps until your grandkids have gray ball hair. You got me, Stephens?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's what I like to hear." Negan drawled, slumping down in the rolling deskchair at the front of class. "Now you little pud pullers are in for a treat today. We have a special guest speaker and I want you clowns to behave."

"Who?" A kid in the center asked after raising his hand.

"Nurse Andrews is going to stop by for some... educational instruction." Negan rasped, a smile twitching at his lips at the idea of it. The new principal had mandated all Sex-Ed classes be taught by Co-Ed instructors, meaning Negan and Nurse McNiceTitties would be chatting about the birds and the bees to a bunch of fifteen year olds.

After class, if Negan got his way, he'd put a very large instructional manual on the subject matter, straight in her inbox. Hell, maybe even in her outbox, if she was a dirty girl.

"Now I don't want any damn shenanigans today." He instructed, raising his hand to count off all the ways the idiots could fuck up his chances of landing the hottest piece of ass at school, since the librarian transferred from Tolleson. Sarah was last fall's conquest and he was still avoiding the stage-four clinger like the clap. Negan was hoping the cute little nurse would provide him with much needed release, without all the strings.

Scanning the room, he stared down the biggest pains in his ass, while listing off his shit list.

"Number one, no dick or boob jokes. I'm the only one here funny enough, to pull that shit off, so don't-even-try-it. Number two, do not and I repeat, do not use the example condoms given to you, as water balloons."

The group broke into laughter, until Negan scowled deeply and slid a silencing glare over the room. Truthfully, he found that shit, funny-as-fuck. However, seeing as the last incident, ended with the principal reaming him a new asshole, Negan wanted to dodge that shitfest if at all possible.

"If I see a bunch of rubbers busted across campus, I will make you wish your parents double bagged it, before they went twenty toes. I will shut that shit down. Are we clear?"

A round of affirmative nods and grunted yeahs, echoed across the room. Moments later, a tap on the door announced his latest obsessions arrival and had him rising to open the door. Turning back to the classroom of twenty-five male students, he threatened, "Do not embarrass me."

After waiting for the group to nod in agreement, Negan opened the door with a wide grin. "Well, if it ain't my favorite medical professional."

Leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, Negan blocked her from entering and let his hooded eyes trail down the sexy little things body. The woman was more than a foot shorter than Negan, the loose bun she wound her red hair in, giving her a couple more inches.

'Not as many as I'll give her later.' He thought with a smirk.

Her ginger complexion wasn't unhealthy, having more of a peach tone than a ghostly white and her rosy lips and sculpted brows fit her heart shaped face perfectly. She wore a pale grey cardigan and tight black skirt that showed of her curvy hips and shapely calves. The sexy secretary look had Negan's dick twitching and balls aching to slap against that apple shaped ass, he swore he could bounce a quarter off it.

Rolling her pretty blue eyes, the petite redhead murmured, "Am I allowed to come inside or am I teaching in the hall?"

"Oh I'll let you come inside, dollface. Hell, maybe even outside, if you're the adventurous type."

Sighing in frustration, Nurse Andrews brushed passed him, leaving behind the tantalizing smell of something sweet and mouth watering. While greeting the students, the redhead wrote her name on the chalkboard.

"Hello, class. Most of you have met me in the recent weeks but I'll go ahead and introduce myself, for those of you who haven't. I'm Ms. Andrews and along with your physical education teacher, I will be providing you with valuable information. This information is very important for you and your future well being, so I'd like all of you to pay attention and take this course very seriously."

"Damn, you sound so strict." Negan murmured next to her, a grin curling his lips as she blushed under his gaze. Licking the corner of his lip, Negan added, "I never would've guessed, but I like it. Very… naughty schoolmarm."

Rolling her eyes again, the school nurse wandered further down the chalkboard away from him and wrote down a list of topics for the day. Negan stood nearby, his head cocking slightly to the side as she bent over to finish the long list. He could see the barest lace edge of a pair of thigh high stockings, the sight causing his needy dick to throb.

'Fuckin hell.' He growled inwardly at the idea of bending her over the desk and pushing the little skirt over her curved ass, exposing the nylons and what promised to be a tight kitten.

"Okay, where would you like to start?" Ms. Andrews asked, interrupting his filthy fantasy, her jewel toned eyes rising to his.

"Oh, I got a couple ideas." He drawled, before biting his lip in thought.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she offered, "I suppose I can start then, since you're so… overwhelmed. Everyone turn to page fifteen in your Health Sciences textbook. We're going to talk about the female anatomy."

"I think I should take this one, Ms. Andrews. I'm an expert in this subject."

"More than an actual female?"

"You have... no idea."

"Be that as it may, I will be taking over this part of the course." She informed, her eyebrow cocking haughtily. The expression made his throat bob, as he swallowed thickly, the challenge in her eyes causing his blood pressure to rise.

"If you say so, nurse."

Pursing her lips, she turned to the students and began her detailed explanation of the human female anatomy. The words were scientific and medical in natural but every time one slipped from her pretty pink lips, Negan had the urge to taste the part spoken about.

"The areola…"

All he could think about, was the shade of pink her perky nipples probably were and if they'd taste as sweet as she smelled. Watching her shift her weight, from pointy heel to pointy heel, Negan felt his mouth dry, as her calves flexed deliciously. He wanted to throw them over his shoulders and bite them, while giving her 'what for' on the teacher lounge table.

"Negan." Her voice broke his dazed stare from the delicate bones above her fuck-me heels and realized it was his turn to speak. Clearing his throat, he took the textbook from her and flipped to the male anatomy chapter.

"Page fifty five." He instructed hoarsely, leaning against the front of the desk, his long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. "I know all of you perverts are well versed in your gear by now, but we're going to gross you out by telling you what exactly is inside that dried apricot of yours."

"Jesus." He heard her mutter under her breath, her arms crossing with a huff.

Flashing her a wide grin, Negan began reading the paragraph of the vessels in the testicles and the human erection. Droning on with the required information, he ended the bland speech by slapping the book shut and asking, "Any questions about your tool bag?"

"No." They all answered emphatically.

"Great. We all know how boners are made. Now onto the good stuff, right?"

The school nurse touched his arm and whispered, "Maybe I should do this next part."

"Why do you say that?" Negan drawled, his lips tugging at the corner, as she flushed under his hooded stare.

Huffing out a breath of frustration, she murmured, "Because these kids don't need to learn how to be promiscuous. They need educational information on being safe and the results of not doing so."

"Please say promiscuous again but slower and softer like." He rasped, his eyes darkening as she stared incredulously at him.

"Negan." She growled, the sound turning him on more than anything else, ever before.

"Okay, okay, Nurse Ratched, take all the fun out of it." He grumbled, gesturing towards the group of horny teenagers. "They're all yours."

Negan could barely control the chuckle bubbling up in his chest, as she seemed to flounder at the attention. She coughed into her hand and cleared her throat, while picking up the textbook.

"Please uh… turn to page ninety, Chapter Fifteen…. Sexual Intercourse."

Wiping a heavy hand across his mouth, Negan hid the grin giving away his total, utter amusement at her sudden shyness. Noticing his barely suppressed humor at the situation, Ms Andrews barreled full steam ahead.

"Wait, so… like you can get stuff from a blow job?" Stephens asked with a furrowed brow.

Negan snorted at the question and replied, "Think about it this way. Say you're with a girl, who'd been with someone with a vicious case of nut scabbies. She was cool with it, or hey, maybe not and that's why she kicked his scabby ass to the curb. If she'd bobbed the bishop head, she could be carrying a unpleasant surprise on those pretty glossed lips. Then along comes you, a bumbling idiot looking to stick your meat thermometer somewhere. That hot little mouth could leave more than cherry chapstick on your sack."

Ms. Andrews rolled her eyes at his description and added, "What your teacher so elegantly put, oral sex can lead to the transference of sexual transmitted diseases from mouth to genitalia and vice versa."

"Yeah, that's what I said." Negan drawled, flashing her a smirk. "Now some things can be cured with some knob butter."

"Medical intervention.

"But a lot can't be." Negan ignored her input. "You could be stuck with a lifetime of itchy balls and weeping dicks. So… as much as it blows to wear condoms while getting a blow, at least your dick won't fall off afterwards."

"Wearing a condom during oral sex is the best way to avoid contracting contagious venereal diseases." She translated into adult.

"That's what I said." Negan repeated, his lip twitching as she let out a long frustrated sigh.

"So like, if a girl like… does it a lot it's bad right?" A messy haired teen asked after the awkward descriptions of types of fornication.

"Man, I told you. Stacy's a slut." His friend added with a grin.

Whistling sharply at the latest barrage of inappropriate statements, Negan growled, "What did I tell you about talking shit, Jeffreys? After school detention tomorrow."

"What? That's not fair!"

"You know what else isn't fair, this world subjecting others to idiots like you. So shut your trap, stop bad mouthing people or I'll have to call your mommy." Negan threatened, his eyebrows raised in challenge.

Scoffing loudly, the kid countered, "Pfft. She won't care. She hates Stacy."

"Oh… you thought." Negan chuckled gruffly, while taking a seat on the teen's desk casually.

Leaning closer he spoke quietly and calmly, "See I'm not going to rat on you kid... No, no… I'm going to ask her out. You know, wine and dine her. Show her a good time. I know she's been lookin'. Maybe I'll take her to that Italian restaurant she's always telling me about at our parent teacher meetings. She's a real looker, your mom… Hey, maybe I could be your new stepdad. Would you like that, son?"  

The kid became paler and paler as Negan spoke, his fingers gripping the pencil in his hand until it snapped. Glancing down at it, Negan returned his narrowed eyes to the horrified teen. "Or, you could stop being a royal case of crotch rot and stop talking shit about people."

Nodding numbly, the kid sank in his seat with dread still roiling in his stomach. Negan stood up and returned to the nurse's side, flashing her a smile. He noticed she looked a tad flustered, her eyes wider and brighter. He could tell she was both impressed and hot for his performance.

"You like that darlin'." He rasped lowly, his lip twitching as she seemed to startle at his question.

"T-that was inappropriate."

"But it was awesome." He drawled, winking at her. "Alright, you slack jawed idiots. Let's talk about how to protect your johnson from foreign invaders. This is a prophylactic. Also known as, a contraceptive, condom, rubber, jimmy hat, meat sack, dick shrinkwrap, raincoat and my personal favorite, boner bag. These guys are the first line of defense when it comes to STDs and pregnancy."

"But they aren't one hundred percent effective." The redhead added, stepping forward to speak the stats that she had memorized. Negan smirked as she prattled off on the chances of catching unattractive diseases and teen pregnancy. After the kids seemed thoroughly horrified at the graphic descriptions of revolting and decidedly, boner killing horror shows, Negan took the reigns on the demonstration.

"Okay, so… you decided not to wait. The moments right, your partners down with it." He drawled, feeling surprisingly embarrassed to handle a banana in front of the sexy school nurse. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her covering a smile, as he had his own moment of performance anxiety. Clearing his throat roughly, Negan instructed, "don't bite the wrapper, you're bound to tear it and there's no love, without the glove."

A low chuckle had his neck heating up and sweat to prickling at his temples. Negan wasn't someone who blushed at attention, but as he unrolled the stupid condom over the very impressive banana, he was as red as a Mormon in a whorehouse.

"There." He grunted, holding the defiled piece of fruit up in the air. "The big guy is ready for some fun with Ms. Chiquita."

"That's if you still want to and your partner does. You can always change your mind." She added, her eyes scanning the group. "There's no shame and shouldn't ever be any anger if someone changes their mind."

Negan nodded with the statement and leaned against the desk with thickly crossed arms. "Good point, Ms. Andrews. Let's talk about the word 'no'."

Looking over the teen boys, he spoke evenly and firmly. "The word no, means stop what you are doing and listen to what they are saying. No does not mean maybe. No does not mean try harder. It does not mean you have a reason to be angry with or hurt someone for saying it. No.. means.. no."

Staring them down with narrowed eyes, Negan drawled, "I want you to think about how it would feel to find out a woman in your life, maybe your mother or your sister, hell maybe your great aunt Linda… think about how it would be, to find out someone didn't listen to them when they said no. Think about how that would hurt them, how unfair and disgusting it would be for your loved one to be abused and disregarded like that. Think about it when you get pissed off because your partner changed their mind. You do not force someone to do something, they do not want. Do you understand me?"

The room was quiet for a long moment as the serious conversation sunk in. Negan scanned the room looking for anyone not paying attention or blowing off the speech but saw none.

"Understood?"

"Yeah." Was mumbled throughout the room.

"Excellent. Now we're going to watch a brief video about the miracle of childbirth. It should ruin sex for you until you're thirty." Negan drawled, shoving the ancient VHS tape in the equally ancient VCR.

After hitting play and turning the lights off, both Negan and Ms. Andrews headed to the back of the room. Slumping into one of the desks, Negan folded his arms across the top and kept his eyes on the trouble makers of the class. He felt the nurse staring at him but made sure to wait to acknowledge it. When she began to fidget, Negan rasped, "I know, I know. I'm inappropriate but the topic is one that pisses me the fuck off, so scare tactics were necessary."

"I was going to say I was impressed at your handling of it." She replied softly.

"That's not the only thing you'd be impressed at my handling of." He murmured with a grin.

Rolling her pretty eyes, the redhead muttered, "Do you have to always do that?"

"I know, I know. Bragging is unappealing but in my defense, I am really fucking awesome at handling my-."

"Stop. I wasn't talking about that. You always sexualize everything."

"That's because you turn this delicious shade of pink." Negan flirted.

"Shush." 

"Did you just shush me?"

"Yes, so... shush already." Her lips were pouty and pink, the quirk in the corner, telling him she was entertained but fighting the urge to admit it.

Chuckling under his breath, Negan leaned closer and murmured, "Doll, you couldn't shush me if you sat on my face. Actually I'd like to see you try that out. Who knows maybe it'll work. What'd ya say?"

"I say you're incorrigible."

"You love it."

"I love when you shut your mouth."

"So you want me to what, just sit here and look pretty?" He drawled, giving her his most cheeky smile. Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "sounds about right."

"So you think I'm attractive then." He smiled cockily.

"I think you're annoying."

"Annoyingly attractive." He quipped, bumping her with his elbow. "Stop pretending you weren't watching me fruit roll-up that banana without imagining me-."

"Stop." She growled, her eyes flashing to his. "You're being inappropriate."

"Yep."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Nope."

"You should have that checked out."

"Well, that is a fine fucking idea." He drawled lowly, his mouth hovering near her ear. "Would you mind giving me a physical? You know, for scientific purposes."

Scoffing loud enough to have the boys heads turning back, the woman's cheeks turned that delectable shade he loved.

Clicking his tongue, Negan winked at her and whispered, "You're disrupting class, Ms. Andrews. I'll see you in after school detention."

"Pfft. Stuff it." She quipped, her eyes narrowing but the dimple in her cheek told him she was smirking under that scowl.

"Glad-fucking-ly." He rasped, his grit painting a vivid picture of just how much he wanted to. Flicking her eyes to his, the fiery redhead started to speak, but was interrupted, as the group of monsters set on destroying all of Negan's hard work, erupted into horror filled screams. Clenching his teeth, he glared at the screen as the bun was grotesquely expelled from the oven.

"Cock blockers." He muttered, slumping down, as the school nurse rose to turn the lights back on and stop the tape. Negan sulked for a moment, his dick ready to stage a revolt from the shear amount of heavy lifting it kept doing all afternoon.

'Easy big guy. Soon.' He grunted, while rising to his feet.

The class went much to be expected, red faced teenagers and exaggerated gagging sounds when discussing the menstruation cycle. Negan confiscated two notes and three crudely drawn dick pics, which he made sure to pocket because they were hilarious and he had a collection already. Don't fucking judge a man for his hobbies. Eventually he gave two teens detention for asking if the nurse could give them a demonstration of proper female condom usage.

Negan leaned against the desk watching the petite woman erase the chalkboard, her ass swishing with every swipe of her hand. He chewed his lip to contain the groan when she bent over to pick up a paper airplane.

"Fucking assholes." Negan grunted at the sight.

The chuckle she released extinguished his irritation at the little animals disobeying him, but the pointy paper flying towards his face had him growling again. Smacking it away, he wagged a finger at her. "You could've poked my eye out."

"Don't be a baby."

"You should know better as a medical professional." Negan drawled, watching her pack her bag up.

Snorting, she glanced at him and retorted, "Well as a medical professional, I diagnosis you as being full of shit."

Huffing out a laugh, Negan swaggered towards her, his eyes trailing down her body. "That's some foul language for a lady."

Biting her lip, she watched him approach with wary eyes. "I should go."

"Why's that? You got somewhere to be?"

"I have stuff to do."

"Like what?" He asked, reaching out to tuck a wild strand of red hair behind her ear. Negan watched the flush rise up her cheeks, highlighting the sprinkle of freckles across her nose.

"Paperwork."

"Well, fuck. Why didn't you say so, that's sounds really fucking important." He deadpanned, flashing her cocky grin.

"Shush." She muttered at his teasing, her lips pursed to keep the smile from her face.

"You know what I told you about shushing me." He rasped, leaning closer to get another whiff of her delectable smell.

"Stop being a pervert." She huffed, while trying to leave the classroom. Negan could tell she didn't want to leave but was embarrassed at the conversation. Grasping her wrist loosely, Negan drawled, "It's part of my charm."

"It's not very charming."

"Yet you like me."

"I don't like you."

"I find me attractive."

"So."

"So you do?"

"Jesus, obviously your good looking." She growled, pulling at his grasp but only barely. "It's your mouth that's the turn off. Now let me go."

"Doll, you haven't even let me use my mouth on you. Believe me, it is not a turn off." He drawled, reeling her closer to murmur into her ear. "Let me show you, just how good I am with my mouth."

Negan watched her swallow thickly, her eyes flicking to his before dropping to his lips. Swiping his tongue across the bottom one, Negan could see her resolve crumbling as his thumb stroked the delicate skin below her wrist.

"Come on, sweetheart." He rasped, tugging her closer to brush his lips against her temple. "You know you want to."

"What happened to no means no." She muttered, her eyes still glued to his mouth.

"You haven't said no." He replied, a smirk tugging at his lips when she rolled her eyes. "Keep rolling those pretty little peepers of yours and their bound to roll right out of your pretty little head."

"So you think I'm pretty?" She mocked him for his pestering earlier.

"I think you're fucking gorgeous." Negan drawled, reeling her into his chest and cupping her face. "and I think you want me to kiss you, as bad as I want too."

He watched her lick her lip, subconsciously readying herself for what was about to happen. Leaning forward, Negan kissed her softly, plucking at her soft pink lips as she began to sink into his chest and hands. Soon the kiss deepened and he got to taste every sweet corner of her pliable mouth.

Pulling away for a breath, Negan drawled, "You still need to go do paperwork?"

"What paperwork?" she rasped, her eyes dark and mouth swollen.

"Exact-fucking-ly." He growled, nipping her bottom lip before pulling away. Smirking when she pouted at his sudden retreat, Negan wandered to the classroom door and flipped the lock to make sure they weren't interrupted by some nosy asshole. Negan wasn't going to let the opportunity pass and he sure as fuck wasn't going to let some moron wander in an ruin his chances of burying his bone in the hottest piece of ass in the tri-county area.

As he headed back towards her, Negan took in her heavy breathing and flushed skin. She was more than gorgeous, she was beautiful and the longer Negan looked her over the more he began to notice.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he rasped, the grit in his voice causing shivers to run through her body.

"I.."

"You're a typical woman huh? Don't know how hot you are."

"I just don't see myself that way."

"Well let me show you how fucking attractive I think you are." he growled, his hands laying heavily on her hips as they shuffled towards the desk.

Backing her up against the table top, Negan couldn't stop his hands from gripping every square inch within reaching distance. Her ass filled one hand, as the other cupped her face and neck. He rolled his hips against her, pressing her into the hard surface.

"Goddamn, you are so sexy." He growled as her hands yanked him closer by a handful of shirt.

"We shouldn't do this here."

"No, we shouldn't." He rumbled, his mouth dipping to her neck as he kissed and sucked a hot path along the skin. "But we're going to and we're going to enjoy the fuck out of it."

Slowly unbuttoning the sweater she wore, Negan groaned as he found the lacy camisole below it. The silky fabric barely hid the soft curves of her breasts, the delicate bra underneath pushing them up and together. Dipping his face into the warm cleavage, he licked and sucked on the exposed curves.

"I want to die face down in this titties." He growled, nipping the flesh as her sweater and cami was shed. His hands stroked her skin and massaged her hips and ass, nothing was enough. Negan wanted to touch everything and everywhere, all at once.

"Negan." She moaned as his hand pulled her bra down enough to tongue at her exposed nipple.

"Yeah, baby girl." He growled, brushing his teeth across the puckered skin. "You like it when I touch you?"

"Yes." She hissed as he tugged on her nipple sharply.

"Good girl." He drawled, before ordering, "Turn around."

The little redhead seemed confused at first but surprisingly followed his directions. Humming at the sight of her pale back and the tight skirt that still highlighted her decadent ass, Negan gripped both her hips and pulled her flush against his groin.

"You want this, darlin'?"

"Yeah." She moaned as he ground his dick against her center from behind. "Enough talking about it."

"You telling me to shush again, doll?"

Glancing over her shoulder she murmured, "Maybe, what'll you do if I am?"

"Fuck." Negan rasped, snapping his hips against her, while pressing her into the hard surface. Dipping his head into the curve of her neck, Negan kissed and nipped his way to her ear before whispering, "I think I'm going to have to show you how talented my mouth is. Maybe you'll stop telling me to shut up."

Pulling the chair over, Negan took a seat to bring him at eye level to her ass and hips. Glancing over her shoulder with wide eyes, she muttered, "What're you doing?"

Negan smirked as he slowly pushed her skirt up and over her ass, exposing the fuck-hot thigh highs and garters he knew lie below. The soft curve of her ass was covered in lacy panties that had him practically drooling at the sight of the damp fabric.

"Fucking hell." He growled, leaning forward to take a bite out of the soft flesh. The squeak she emitted at the sharp nip had him laugh gruffly, his teeth flashing bright as she scowled back at him.

"Aww, don't be like that darlin'."

"Are you going to just tease me or are you-." her words were choked on when he grabbed her panties and tore them off leaving her stockings and garter in place.

"Hey!" she exclaimed before moaning lowly as he brushed his thumbs across her wet core. Negan growled deeply as the pads of his fingers slid effortlessly through the wet lips.

"Goddamn, sweetheart. You. Are. Soaked."

"Fuck." She gasped as his tongue took a long swipe up her center, as he spread her open.

"That's very unladylike." He rumbled behind her with a chuckle, his eyes taking in the flushed skin and trembling thighs.

"Does anything about this seem very ladylike right now?" She asked, squirming in front of him waiting for more.

"Touché." He grunted before diving in face first into the tastiest pussy he'd ever had. Twirling his tongue through the quivering lips, Negan sucked a delicious pattern over her hood, while plunging a finger inside her clenching walls.

Her moans urged him on, his eyes flicking up her body to see her face pressed into the desk with clenched eyes and parted mouth. He growled deeply as she ground back into his mouth, her body begging for him to make it cum.

"Like that?" he rasped, while inserting two fingers into the tight little core begging for more. Plunging them in and out, while sucking on her swollen clit, Negan listened to her moan and sigh, her eyes fluttering open to watch him from over her shoulder.

"Do you?" he asked again, licking her arousal from his lips as he worked her over with his fingers.

Nodding she murmured, "Yes."

"You wanna cum on my loud mouth huh?" 

"Yes." She moaned, her head thrown back as he sucked her clit deep into his mouth, while fingering her quickly. "Please."

Growling like a wild animal, Negan kept his pace hard and fast as she began to shudder and shake below his mouth. Soon she pushing back onto his fingers, grinding her pussy against his face greedily. He couldn't get enough of her taste and scent, the man rutting his face into her folds deeper and hard.

"Oh fuck." She moaned, her head thrown back as she came long and hard all over his tongue and lips. He felt her walls fluttering and squeezing his plunging fingers as he continued to lick and suck her sensitive hood and clit.

When all that was left were spasms and mewling, Negan gave her core one more long flat tongue swipe, before smirking at her flustered, sweaty state.

Slowly he unbuckled his pants, his hands moving efficiently and precisely, as she watched him with hazy eyes.

"You like that baby?" he asked, stroking his impossibly hard dick, while looking over the wet core still dripping in front of him.

"Yeah."

"You want me to put this inside you?"

Panting at his question, the redhead nodded shyly at the question but wiggled her hips enticingly. Humming deeply at the sight, Negan stroked his cock with a tight fist before reaching into the desk to grab a condom. After rolling it down, Negan drawled, "You wanna sit on my lap, nurse?"

Smirking, she began to turn around but Negan grabbed her hips and growled, "Stay like that."

Lowering her onto his lap, while she faced away, Negan watched his dick slowly slid inside her. Gripping her hips, Negan set an easy pace of her tight ass rising and falling onto his lap. Stroking a hand up her spine, Negan plucked the hooks of her bra, allowing the material to fall from her chest. Sliding his hands up her waist, Negan circled them to cup her soft breasts, squeezing them and plucking at her nipples as she rose and fell onto his dick.

Negan bit into her shoulder as she continued to grind on his lap, circling her hips as he lost himself inside the feel of her.

"Fuck, doll." He growled his mouth sucking on the sweet flesh behind her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. "You feel so amazing."

"Negan." She gasped, her hand raising to clutch a handful of the hair at the back of his neck.

"You gonna cum on my dick, sweetheart?" he asked, his hips rolling off the seat to impale her deeper, while he slid one hand to stroke her clit and his other to twist her perky tit. "Fuck I can feel you. You're so damn close." 

"I wanna." She moaned, her hips squirming under the weight of his heavy arm as he flicked her hood with two fingers.

"I'll take care of you, baby." Negan cooed, before rising to pin her to the desktop in front of her. Grasping her hips, Negan began rocking his hips into her sopping core until his pace became quick and sharp. The snap of flesh against flesh was almost drowned out by the heavy panting they both expelled, but nothing suppressed the screech of the table legs moving across the worn linoleum. Negan growled as she squeezed and clutched at him, her nails clawing at his thighs and forearms.

"Taking it so good, baby." He purred, his hips snapping into her ass while she moaned. "Now cum."

The sight of her head thrown back and her ass arched to let him sink as far as humanly possible, had Negan breathless. He watched with seized lungs as the beautiful woman below him came with a long string of curse words belonging to a sailor. Nothing had ever been so hot and no one had ever cum so hard on his dick before. Negan was blown away by the pure unadulterated lust he saw in her eyes when she peered at him over her flushed sweaty shoulder.

"Fu-ck." He grunted as her lips flexed and quivered around his dick, the deep hollow almost refusing his retreat with every thrust. "Damn, doll. Your kitten won't let go."

"Sit." She rasped huskily, her hands pushing against his hips.

Negan obeyed, if only because his legs felt like they were about to buckle under the weight of his aching dick. As he did, he watched the woman removing her skirt, leaving her in nothing but a garter, stockings and high heels, turn around to face him. Negan let his eyes drift over her scantily clad body, his pupils probably dilated to the point of no return, as he focused on the cleft between her damp thighs.

"That answer one of my questions." He grumbled, his lip pulled between his teeth, as she swayed her curvy shape towards him. The swish of her hips and bounce of her breasts had to be the sexiest thing Negan had ever seen.

"Which was?"

"If you were a real redhead." He replied, flashing her the cheeky grin he knew pulled her trigger.

Biting that plump bottom lip, he would kill for, to suck on, she murmured, "And that's a good thing?"

"Fuck yes it is." He growled, pulling her onto his lap to get closer to the hot little fire crotch.

Negan's eyes rolled back in his skull, as she sunk onto his aching dick, the tight lips engulfing him like a second skin. His hands move long soft sweeps across her body, rough fingertips tracing every curve and dip to her body. He couldn't get enough of the otherworldly material that claimed to be her skin. He'd never felt anything so seductive, as her muscles moving under his palms, as she rolled and rocked her tight light body onto his.

Negan groaned when she began rising and falling with a quicker pace, her hands raking through his hair to grabbed two handfuls at the back of his skull. Pulling it, the fiery woman in his lap kissed him deeply, while circling and grinding her hips against his. All he could do was clutch onto her ass and tits while she had another orgasm from riding his dick. He swallowed her guttural moans as he plunged into her with more force and focus.

After a particularly tight clench from the delectable body atop his, Negan's control broke. Throwing his head back, a forceful moan was torn from his throat, as he rocked his hips off the chair and into the tight little nurse pistoning on his lap. He could feel her quivering and trembling around his dick and under his hands. Pressing his face into her neck, Negan swirled and rolled his hips into her spread thighs, his dick pulsing and throbbing into the hot core. He couldn't see for a solid minute, his vision black from hyperventilating like some virgin sinking his first boner.

Stroking her skin, Negan cupped her breasts and kissed her neck and jaw. He could feel her sinking into his touch, the softness of her surrounding him as she nuzzled into his neck.

'Could fucking get used to this.' He thought while squeezing her ass with both hands as he placed open mouth kisses along her cleavage and neck.

"That's the most thorough check up I've had all year, Nurse Andrews." He muttered, a smile breaking out as she rolled her pretty blue eyes at him.

Combing a hand through his mussed hair, the little redhead replied, "We've slept together, Negan. I think you can drop the formality now."

"Sounds fucking good to me, darlin'." he drawled, smirking up at her. "So… when can we do this again, Lucille?"

"Who said anything about this happenin' again?" She quipped.

"Oh, doll…. Didn't I tell you? You're my girl now."

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[ohwhatamessiam]

All or Nothing - Chapter 1

Summary: Almost two years after she left him, Bucky is still trying to move on from their relationship. But when one of his nightmares begins unfolding in real life, he and the team must do what it takes to find her before it’s too late. Will she survive this? Is there any hope for their relationship to begin again? And will Bucky ever get closure?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Bisexual!Reader, Bisexual!Reader X OC

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Language, quite a bit of violence, implied smut (no physical depiction of sex, just some noises, PLEASE BE MATURE), a really cute fluffy wlw couple, sad and nostalgic Bucky, angst.

A/N: Hey guys, I’m here with the first chapter of All or Nothing! This is my first time writing an action/fight scene, so forgive me for it being so long. We jump between POV’s in this one. The chapter takes place right before the prologue, and during/right after the prologue. A huge thank you and I love you to @fangirlisms-22 for beta-ing this again! Here’s the playlist for the whole series. If you’d like to be tagged in any future AoN updates, send me an ask! I love feedback, so send your thoughts my way! Thanks guys, see y’all hopefully soon with updates!

This is the sequel to Give, check out the first series masterlist here!

All or Nothing | Masterlist

“I didn’t know how they were gonna fit all those details into a two hour movie but they did it really well. I mean, even the set design was so realistic to what the books always depicted!” I enthused as I turned to Nikki, my girlfriend of 8 months to find a huge grin spread across her face. “What?”

“Nothing!” she shook her head as she shrugged, the smile remaining on her lips.

“No, tell me! What is it?” I asked, turning to walk backwards so I could look at her.

“It’s nothing, you’re just, you’re really cute when you geek out about things,” she answered, hiding her face in hands.

“Oh my god, I love your dorky ass,” I grinned, gripping her wrists to lower them from her face. Her cheeks were flushed as I continued to pull her down the sidewalk and closer to where we’d parked. “You know that right?”

“Yes, I do,” she nodded, her eyes shining with affection. One of my heels dipped into a hole, causing me to lose my footing and I shot my arms out for balance. Her hands snaked out for my waist as she tried to steady me. Once I knew we weren’t gonna crash on the concrete, I started laughing as I pulled her against me.

“I’m not even drunk and I’m already a clumsy mess!” I chuckled into her dark hair.

“You’ve never needed alcohol to stumble around, (Y/N),” she pulled away from me with a sly smile on her lips.

“So I’m always a mess?”

“Oh definitely. But a really hot one,” she agreed as she raised her brows.

“I’m a hot geeky mess then?” I beamed at her, feeling a blush already creeping across my cheeks.

“Yep, you’re my hot, geeky mess.” Her fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face as she rose on her toes. “And I love you for it.”

Our lips brushed as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into her. Moving my own hands to her face, I kissed her back. She smiled against my lips and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

Holding her against me, I almost didn’t hear the engine of a black SUV pull up or it’s lights bounce past us.

Our mouths separated as she leaned back on her feet and loosened her grip on my waist. “Let’s go home,” she suggested as she turned to lead me to her car. I followed her further down the sidewalk, ignoring the sounds of the SUV’s engine cutting off, and its light’s going out. Doors opened and shut behind us, but I kept walking to her blue Toyota, thinking about cuddling in bed when we got home.

Boots pounded against the pavement and I couldn’t focus on Nikki any longer. I let go of her hand as I turned on my heel to see what was coming. A man in all black shoved me out of the way before he wrapped his arms around Nikki’s body. Keeping her arms pinned to her side, he lifted her off the ground and attempted to carry her past me. Another man in black appeared beside me and shot his hand out to grab my elbow. I smacked his elbow down forcing him to lose his grip, before I planted a hard kick to his hip to keep him away from me. Nikki swung her legs and shouted as I ran to get to her.

“Idiot, she’s not the one we want,” a huge, bald man yelled as he stepped out of the SUV. He wore a black shirt and camo military pants. Another man in all black stepped out of the back of the vehicle and set his sights on me.

The one carrying Nikki set her back on the ground but she was ready to fight. Digging her heel into his foot, she took her opening and jabbed her elbow into his ribs. “Bitch,” he yelped. He hoisted her into the air before throwing her against the cement. Her head smacked the ground hard.

“Nikki!” I shouted as I slid to my knees in front of her. The man who’d grabbed her yanked at my hair, pulling my head back sharply and I tried my best not to scream. Aiming for his groin, I punched as hard as I could and then grabbed his ankle to yank him to the ground. He hit the concrete with a satisfying groan and thud. Nikki’s eyes opened to me as I caressed her face and examined her head, “Can you see me?”

No blood was trickling out of her ears and nose which was a good sign. “Yeah, you’re just kinda blurry. And my head really hurts,” she answered softly. I almost laughed in relief. “Behind you!” she warned and I stood back up.

Arms wrapped around my upper body with enough force to tackle me to the ground. Trying to remember the techniques Nat taught me, I held onto his arms as I went down on a knee and used his momentum and my core to throw his body over my head. As I got back up, the two other men in black each seized one of my arms. The one on my left landed a hard punch on my jaw, and I rolled my head in an attempt to stop the vibrations in my skull. Tugging my right elbow into my body, I shot the same leg out and thrust one of them several steps back. Turning to the one on my left, I swung wide and smacked the front of his face hard before I landed a forceful kick to his knee, and heard a crunch as he crumbled to the ground.

The one who was on my right lunged for me and just as his torso came near me, I brought a sharp knee into his groin. His body weight fell onto me and as he collapsed I used one of Nat’s favorite moves and brought my elbow down on his head. As I turned to whoever was coming for me next, I realized how heavily I was breathing. Nat could have done this without breaking a sweat.

The large, bald man, wearing the camo pants stood several feet in front of me with a gun pointed at Nikki’s head. “Take another step and I blow her brains out,” he warned, his voice a deep growl.

I stood still then, peeking over to make sure she was okay. The one she’d elbowed and I’d punched in the groin, delivered a sharp kick to her gut and I nearly ran to her.

“Really?” the big man, who was clearly in charge, snapped at the other. As he turned his attention to his inferior I started running.

Two shots rang through the air.

All my breath left my lungs and I felt like I was being ripped apart. I turned to Nikki, praying that she was okay, that those were just warning shots.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at me, and only when she screamed, “No!” did I realize that she was okay.

I turned back to the giant and saw that his gun was already re-holstered. His eyes, even in the dark, were filled with worry. I followed his line of sight and registered why. Two spots of blood slowly spread across the front of my shirt. As I pressed my hands to my abdomen and felt the sting of open flesh, I finally understood that I was the one who got shot.

The rest happened so quickly that I could barely comprehend it. The huge man moved toward me as he yelled at the man standing next to Nikki with his gun drawn, “You dumbass! We need her alive!” The leader’s large arms lifted me off the ground with little effort and I swatted at his chest but he looked down at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Don’t fight me, keep applying pressure to wherever it hurts.”

I followed his orders. The one who I’d elbowed in the head fished my phone out of my back pocket and tossed it to Nikki. The glass sounded like it cracked but maybe that was just my bones responding to my attempt at breathing. Arms tightened around my body, encouraging me to pay attention, and as the large man asked his question again I forced myself to nod. “It-it’s Sammi, with two m’s and an i,” I managed to say loud enough for Nikki to hear. She nodded at me and I focused back on my hands that were already slick with blood.

The men hustled me into the SUV, the leader staying with me in the backseat to make sure I didn’t bleed out too much. As the car started moving, I knew an argument was going on but I couldn’t pay attention to the bickering. Lifting my hands to my face, I finally saw how red they were.

“Well fuck,” I whispered.

The man holding me chuckled before replacing my hands with his own. “Well fuck is right,” was the last thing I heard before I felt a sting on my bicep. My vision became foggy and I just prayed that Sam would get to Nikki in enough time.

Bucky felt so cold that he almost thought he was frozen again. He was standing in the dark, eyes trying to find any crack of light. A playful screech came from somewhere on his right and he moved toward it. After a few steps his body hit something hard and flat, and he groped the barrier for any difference in shape. He heard a small whimper then, and he hurried his attempts at finding a break in the wall.

As he felt along the cool surface his fingers finally found a small crack in it. Pulling his left arm back, he punched as hard as he could. A tiny shred of light appeared where he had hit and it was enough to motivate him to punch there again. And again, and again, and again.

When his fist finally broke through the barrier he saw a golden light so bright it nearly blinded him. As he stepped into this new space, his eyes adjusted and he took in the entire room. It was his room in Bucharest, the newspapers on the windows, his chips still sitting on top of the fridge, and the shitty coffee pot sitting next to the coffee maker. His eyes found his bed and suddenly he felt warm.

A beam of light landed on his mattress, and he saw the most holy sight he’d seen in his entire life. (Y/N) was curled onto her side, head resting against his chest. His metal arm was wrapped around her protectively and her arm held onto his waist. The Bucky that laid there with her was watching her sleep, her breath brushing his skin gently. He slipped his left hand up to her hair, stroking it gently as he smiled at her.

This was the moment that Bucky knew he loved her.

Sure, he’d told her that he thought he loved her, and he had, but everything up to that moment had been so shaky for him. It had been years since he’d felt any of these emotions, and one bold lady who lived downstairs had somehow brought all of these feelings back to him. He felt almost human again. Almost like the person he should have been.

This exact morning had been the first time he’d woken without the monster gnawing at his conscience. The asset was nowhere to be found in his head, only the reminder of him on his arm, and he wanted this to last forever. Maybe it was selfish, but he never wanted to spend another morning thinking about anything but her. Never wanted to wake up without her body against him.

Yet, that wishful thinking had been wasted. He’d been without her for nearly four years, but only two of those he could remember.

The him in that moment leaned his head forward and pressed a small kiss to her temple. He whispered, “Te iubesc.” He knew she was asleep, and even if she wasn’t she probably wouldn’t have understood him, but he wanted to test the words on his tongue first. He repeated them another time, “Te iubesc.” They felt perfect. “Te iubesc,” he murmured against her hair. I love you.

A low moan came from behind him and he turned to locate it. The sound occurred again and he moved to find it. He opened the bathroom door first to see it was empty inside. He moved to the closet next, and as he yanked it open the light in the room changed completely.

Gold turned to gray and black, and as he turned back to his apartment, it was no longer his.

The far end of the room was dark except the cracks of light coming through the window above the large bed in the corner. A smothered gasp echoed from that side of the room. Fear shot through Bucky and he moved toward that side of the room until he heard a soft giggle.

No, no no. He didn’t want to see this. This dream had been the first pleasant one in weeks. But of course his own subconscious wouldn’t let him be happy.

A low groan came from the bed, followed by a whimpered, “Oh my god, yes.” The cracks of light hit her face and he wanted to run away as fast as possible, but his legs wouldn’t move. He was forced to stand there and watch her lips fall open as her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Fuck,” she gasped, “right there, oh fuck.” Her hair moved around her face and a flush crept up her chest and neck.

A deep groan came from somewhere near her, where the light couldn’t reach. The sound of flesh meeting flesh carried throughout the room, followed by a whine from her mouth. Bucky willed himself to be anywhere but there, to be seeing anything but this, but he couldn’t seem to escape it. The thumping of the bed hitting the wall seemed to surround him, somehow growing closer with each second.

A door slammed shut, prompting Bucky upright in bed. He was covered in sweat, his hair damp against his skin. Feet moved quickly down the hallway and he heard a quiet, “No, no, no no no…”

Pushing his sheets back he walked to his door quickly and pulled it open to see Wanda’s hair flaring behind her as she turned the corner. Stepping into the hallway, he noticed that neither Steve nor Sam’s doors were locked. They were supposed to be leaving for a mission tonight, so their doors should have been locked and their bags should have been sitting next to them. Yet as Bucky peered into each of their rooms, he noticed neither had finished packing.

He followed Wanda’s trail, her chant of “no” leading him down to the conference and mission wing. The rest of headquarters sounded eerily quiet except for Wanda’s words. He reached the balcony overlooking the indoor section of the hangar to find Tony, Steve, and Sam huddled together near a quinjet. They were supposed to be taking a larger plane for the mission overseas.

“Tell me it’s not true,” Wanda spoke loudly, fear rattling her voice as she approached the men.

“Dammit Wanda, I told you not to listen to my thoughts!” Sam reacted first, breaking their quiet conversation off.

“I was asleep, you know I can’t always control it when I’m unconscious,” she answered, growing quieter as her nerves took back over. “Tell me it isn’t true.”

“Wanda,” Steve sighed, his eyes clearly betraying whatever was wrong to her immediately.

“No, no. This can’t be happening, you have to go on a mission tonight. You need to be there.”

“Hey, I’m still going. Vision’s coming now too,” Tony cut in, a hand resting on Wanda’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her.

“Yeah, and Nat’s still going,” Steve reassured her. “They’re taking Scott and Peter too, they just have to wait a little longer to leave.”

She pushed her shoulders back as she stared down Sam and Steve, “You’re not doing this alone. I’m going with you.”

“Wanda, if you don’t stay behind then what do you think will happen when he wakes up alone here?” Sam asked, making a clear reference to Bucky.

“You can say his name Sam. He followed me down here,” she sighed, taking a step back and pointing to Bucky standing in the doorway.

Tony rolled his eyes while Sam and Steve both tried to make their expressions seem neutral. Bucky finally shifted from his fixed position, his hand reaching for the railing in front of him.

“What’s going on, guys?” he asked, making direct eye contact with Steve. Wanda turned to him, her lips pursed as Sam and Steve exchanged glances. “Come on Steve, don’t sugarcoat it.”

“Well, uh, (Y/N)-,” he started but kept searching for the right words.

Sam grimaced and cut Steve off, “(Y/N) just got taken.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked, anger rising in his chest as his grip tightened on the metal in his hands.

“Not the railing!” Tony yelped before anyone answered, but Bucky paid him no attention.

Steve sighed, hoping that getting this over with quickly, and from his mouth, would help. “She’s gone, Buck.”

It didn’t help.

Bucky ripped the railing off the balcony.

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Chapter 23

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Warnings: swearing, violence, slight smut and fingering. 

Where she went Masterlist

I woke to find Jax was gone and his side of the bed cold. I sighed standing up and throwing one of his Samcro hoodies on over my leggings.

I walked out to the kitchen to reveal him sitting there with a bottle of whiskey and the two photos of Cameron laid out in front of him.

“Jax…” I said walking behind him and wrapping my arms around him. Jax never had the chance to reply due to his phone going off. Jax looked at the phone to reveal the caller ID read “Clay”.

Picking up the phone, Jax finally spoke.

“Hello?” Without another word, Jax immediately stood up without response and grabbed his keys. Slamming his phone shut.

“Where are, you going?” I questioned as he looked back at me.

“Club.” I nodded, knowing not to question it.

“I’ll come.” Jax nodded, I didn’t get a chance to change as he grabbed his keys and was out the door.

Jax drove at an inhuman speed. We pulled up to the club and Jax backed the bike in.

“Hey Lassie, how’d you sleep?” Chibs questioned once Jax walked away and over to Clay.

“Alright, he’s been tossing and turning all night,” I said referring to Jax. Chibs nodded as Jax began to yell.

“WHERE THE HELL IS MY KID?!” I walked next to Opie while we all watched Jax have a sudden outburst. Jax slammed the phone closed and handed it back to Clay. “He said he’s not in Belfast, he’s somewhere in Vancouver.” We all exchanged looks. Jax walked over to the van and put three dents into it.

“Jax, relax,” I said walking over to him and cradling his face. Jax took a hold of my wrists with a sigh.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I smiled at him before pressing my lips to his.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything.” Jax smiled and nodded.

“Jax!” Clay called out as we turned to see the club sitting on their bikes. “We need to get going.” Nodding his head, Jax went to walk away when I pulled him back by his sleeve.

“Can I come?” The innocent sounding tone made Jax smile.

“I don’t see why not, darlin’.” I smiled and nodded, heading over to his bike I grabbed a helmet and pulled it on. Jax did the same before climbing onto the bike. Clay looked over to Jax and nodded. Clay started his bike up and we all did the same. Clay went first until we all took off down the road.

Time skip:

Clay pulled up onto the side road while Jax and I followed. We pulled up aside of him and parked our bikes.

“You okay?” Jax questioned taking off his helmet.

“It’s my damn hands.” Jax and I exchanged looks as he continued to question him.

“Did you shoot them up?” Clay shook his head.

“No, your mom is the only one who does it the best.” Jax sighed.

“Well, you’re not risking your life riding. I’ll ride your bike and (Y/N) will ride mine. We’ll get the van to come get you.” Clay went to protest when Jax held up his hands. “No excuses.” Jax turned his attention back to me. “You still remember how to ride, right?” I nodded my head, my nerves began to rise.

“Uh, yeah.” Jax chuckled as he began to speak up.

“Nervous much?” I gently hit him in the shoulder.

“No… Well, yes a bit.” Jax smiled before laying a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t be, you’ll do fine.” I nodded with a smile as I climbed onto his bike. I lifted it off the kick stand before starting it. The roar of the engine made my heart race. I always rode on the back of one of the boy’s bikes but one day JT decided that it was the time that I learned how to ride. JT had a plan for women, different colors and races would be able to join the club before his untimely death.

The van came and picked up Clay. Jax looked over to me and nodded, signaling that we were going. With the intake of a deep breath, I followed the van and the rest of the club to the drop off point.

I rode pretty well, seeing that it had been about four or five years since I last rode. We exchanged the guns with the other club before heading over to Piney’s drug dealers house.

We arrived at the sound of gun shots and yelling. We parked our bikes and hauled out our guns to see Piney, Hap, Bobby and what looked like Piney’s drug dealer being used as hostages.

“Tell your men to drop their guns, now!” One of the men yelled, shoving his gun in Pineys back.

The other bikers appeared behind the men, holding their guns high. Sighing the other guys let go of the boys, dropping their guns. Hap, Bobby, Piney and the women walked away as I leaned out and shot the main guy in the foot.

“Don’t fuck with Samcro.” The boys chuckled while the man fell to his knees.

We finished up with what we found out later that were truckers looking for crank.

We then all made our way to Gemma’s father's house. Pulling up we seen Tig standing in the pathway.

“Baby girl? Is that you riding a Harley all by yourself?!” Tig questioned making his way over to me. I smiled and nodded as I began to get off the bike. “Jesus, I haven’t seen you ride a Harley since JT.” I smiled at him again while the thought of JT crossed my mind. I shook it off before walking beside Jax.

“Where’s mom?” Jax questioned Tig. Tig raised his hand to point behind him where a rose garden was when Gemma appeared behind him.

“Oh, baby! I’ve missed you so much!” Gemma said wrapping her arms around Jax. She smiled at me about to wrap her arms around me when Clay appeared.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” Gemma’s face immediately lit up at the sight of Clay. I looked at Jax and Tig before speaking up.

“How about we give these two some privacy?” Jax chuckled and nodded while Tig spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m going to go check on Nate.” We all nodded as Jax and I made our way into the house. Walking around the house seemed very welcoming and cozy. There were little glass figurines in a cabinet by the kitchen table. Jax and I made our way to one of the bedrooms to only find Tara packing up boxes.

“Oh,” Jax spoke as Tara immediately stood up and fixed herself up.

“Hey Jax,” I rolled my eyes at her while she continued to speak. “How’ve you been?” I felt jealousy and something I never felt in a long time rise in me.

I grabbed Jax and pulled him into me before dragging him out of the room and into what seemed like a spare bedroom.

“I hate the way she stares at you. The way she acts around you.” I snapped shoving Jax onto the bed as I climbed onto his lap.

“Babe, are you feeling alright? You never act like this.” I stared at him, a small smirk coming onto my face. I leaned down and began to whisper into his ear.

“Maybe that’s because you got me all hot and bothered.” I nipped at his ear before whispering into his ear again. “What are you going to do about it?” Jax growled, grabbing a hold of my face and slamming his lips to mine. I moaned into the kiss, the feeling of his hard on brushing against my core made me want him more.

Ever since Liam, I couldn’t even pleasure myself without getting horrible flashbacks. When I was with Hale, I had my worst one… But with Jax… It’s different. He makes all my demons go away with just a touch. I haven’t felt this turned on in forever.

We broke away from our kiss as Jax began to kiss down my neck. I began to grind my hips into his. Jax stopped kissing my neck when groans left his lips. Flipping us over, Jax landed on top of us.

“Not a good idea to tease me, darlin’.” I moaned before reaching between the two of us.

“Oh really?” I said as I grabbed a hold of his hard-on. Jax moaned aloud. “What are you going to do about it?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow. This time Jax reached between us and slid his hand to my jeans before unbuttoning them. He slid his hand into my jeans to rub my clothed clit.

“Ohhhh, Jax!” I moaned, feeling myself get wetter by the moment. Jax nipped at my neck as I continued to moan into his ear.

“You’re fucking soaked baby. Who made you this wet?” Jax questioned removing his hand and moving my panties to the side. I was about to answer when Jax slammed a finger into me.

“YoOOO…. FUCK JAX!” I screamed out gripping his shoulder while his finger continued to pound into me at an ungodly speed.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Who made you this wet?” Jax questioned again.

“You did!” This time Jax added a second finger, stretching me more. “Yes! Jax!” I moaned out loud. I felt my orgasm about to hit his peak when a pounding came to the door.

“Come on Jax, we’re heading out.” Jax sighed, stopping the movement of his fingers. I whimpered as he hauled them out.

“Ugh, I was so close.” I groaned standing up and buttoning my jeans up. I went to head for the door when Jax turned me around and pressed me against the door.

“Don’t worry darlin’. I’ll finish you off very soon.” I smiled before pressing his lips against mine. We pulled away and headed out.

Time Skip:

We pulled up onto the old age home parking lot to see Tara panicking.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Gemma?” Clay questioned looking at Tara.

“I don’t know, I went to sign Nate in and when I came out her and the car was gone.” Clay looked at Jax as they spoke in unison.

“She’s gone back home.” We immediately started our bikes when Tara turned to Jax.

“Can I ride with you?” Knowing we had no time to argue. Jax nodded and handed her his helmet as she climbed on shooting me a smirk in the process. I growled before starting up the bike and speeding off down the road and back to Charming.

A few hours later we arrived at the club to see Gemma standing there. The next thing we knew she hit the ground. Not even turning off our bikes we rushed over to Gemma. Everything was a blur. The last thing I remember was someone yelling out.

“Someone call an ambulance! We need an ambulance!”

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Longer Than I Thought - part 6

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Who: Calum x Female OC

Inspiration: the song Longer Than I Thought ft. Joe Jonas by Loote.

Series Content: Swearing, drinking, mostly angst with some fluff, mentions of sex but not smut

Word Count (this part): 2,007

A/N: Who’s ready to see what Faye says?! This is the last part, so I hope you enjoyed this series! Let me know what you think and if you liked the ending! 🍻

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Can I see you? 

Faye was sure she just heard that in her head. She had been waiting months for Calum to say that to her. She carried her phone everywhere she went, compulsively checking it, just to make sure she didn’t miss a phone call. But it never came.

Until now. 

“Why?” she finally said. She wanted to hang up and immediately run to him, but the rational part of her brain took over. She needed to know why, just hours after running into his friends at the bar, Calum was calling her.

“Oh, um,” Calum stammered. Clearly he wasn’t prepared for this question. He let out a deep breath, then continued, “I really need to see you. I want to talk to you. About us. About everything. Just coffee maybe? But I understand if you can’t. Or don’t want to see me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called…”

Calum was rambling. He wanted to say the right thing. Wanted Faye to see that he didn’t expect anything from her. That he just wanted to have a conversation. A conversation they should have had months ago. But he felt like he was just messing this all up.

“Okay,” Faye said after a moment. 

“Okay?” Calum questioned. He needed to hear it again. Needed to make sure this was real and she actually agreed to meet up with him.

“Okay,” Faye repeated. “But just coffee.”

Two hours later, they were sitting at a tiny circle table in the corner of a small cafe they used to go to. It was about halfway between their two apartments and served as the perfect meeting spot. 

Faye had tried to hide her weary and exhausted look under makeup, but Calum could still see some lingering redness and puffiness around her eyes. She had leggings and an old hoodie on that Calum knew she didn’t like. She kept pulling at the neckline that was a little too tight and and fidgeting in the fabric that wasn’t as cozy as the sweatshirts she used to wear of Calum’s. He wished more than anything she was wearing one of those. 

“I haven’t been here in a while,” Calum said, unsure where to even begin this conversation. He held a cappuccino in his hands and looked over at Faye, who kept taking sips of her iced mocha latte. 

“Me neither. I never knew if you’d be here or not,” she admitted. Her jaw was rigid and Calum could tell she was angry.

Of course she was. She had every right to be. Calum didn’t know what he expected. Surely, Faye wasn’t going to just jump into his arms and take him back on the spot. He knew the only way to get there was to be honest. Vulnerable. Tell her everything and hope she feels the same.

“I should have called,” he said finally. He met her gaze, trying to read her reaction, but she stayed stone-faced. “I shouldn’t have let you walk out,” he added, “I should have gone after you. I--”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Faye cut him off, a pang of guilt hitting her chest as Calum’s face fell. He bit on his lip, trying to compose his thoughts as Faye continued, “A grand romantic gesture wouldn’t have saved us. We were too far gone.”

“Baaaaabe,” Calum’s voice sounded through the door. Faye had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a groggy look on her face as she padded across the apartment. He knocked again before Faye made it and she tore open the door.

“Shhhh,” she hissed, ushering her clearly drunk boyfriend inside. “Do you have any idea what fucking time it is?”

“Umm, well the bar just kicked us out, so like 2:00?” Calum slurred. If Faye wasn’t so furious, she would have been impressed by his deductive reasoning skills in that moment.

“Exactly. On a Wednesday…”

“Thursday,” Calum interjected with a goofy grin on his face that instantly disappeared with the glare Faye shot him.

“This particularly important Thursday,” she continued, “Because you know I have that big presentation at work in the morning.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m really, really sorry,” Calum said, stumbling forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I just really wanted to see you. You’re so beautiful and perfect. You’re all I could think about tonight.”

“Calum,” Faye said, pulling out of his embrace. “You smell like cigarettes and whiskey. You show up at my doorstep in the middle of the night when you know I need to get a good night’s sleep. And you expect me to just be okay with this? I get that you’re trying to get your band to be successful and you take gigs at weird times which don’t match up with my 40-hour regular scheduled job, but you need to respect my life. I can’t live on your schedule. It doesn’t work and it hasn’t worked for months.”

“What do you mean?” Calum asked, sitting on the arm of the couch and looking up at her.

“I mean that you do this all the time and you seem incapable of compromise. Remember when you couldn’t come to my work Christmas party because you had a last minute booking even though I told everyone you’d be there and they were excited to meet you? Or when you got too drunk at Luke’s to meet my friends from college who were only in town for one night? But, when I couldn’t go to Ash’s birthday party because of that horrible migraine you were pissed and didn’t even bother texting me to let me know you got back to your apartment safely?”

“I’m sorry,” was all Calum could think to say at the moment.

“It’s not fair to me, Cal. Now, I’m going to bed. You can stay here, but you have to sleep on the couch. Don’t puke on anything.” And with that, Faye disappeared into her bedroom, slamming the door on the way. 

The next morning, Calum woke to the sound of a hairdryer and he knew Faye was awake. The memories of the previous night flooded back when he realized he was sleeping on her couch. “Fuck,” he breathed as he gingerly lifted himself from the cushions. 

Calum made his way to the bathroom, coming up behind Faye. He snaked his arms around her waist. 

“I’m so sorry, babe,” he said, his voice raspy from sleep. He leaned to press a kiss to her cheek, but she pulled away and spun to look at him.

“Sorry for…” she began, her voice laced with bitterness. “...showing up here drunk off your ass in the middle of the night? For thinking that saying I love you or you’re beautiful is enough to make up for waking me up to answer the door hours before the biggest work presentation of my career? For constantly putting your needs before mine?”

“For everything,” Calum said. His eyes met hers desperate for forgiveness. “I love you. I know that it’s not an excuse, but I mean it. Faye, babe, I love you so much. Just let me--”

“Calum,” Faye cut him off. “I mean it. We’ve had this same fight too many times. I can’t do this anymore…”

“What are you saying?” Calum asked, panicked. 

Faye pinched at the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her composure. “I’m saying I’m done, Calum, I can’t carry our whole relationship anymore. You need to focus on your work and I need to focus on mine.”

Faye slipped out of the bathroom, grabbing her bag and phone off the hall table.

“Wait,” Calum said, hurrying towards her. Faye hesitated with her hand on the doorknob and turned slightly to face him. “Please don’t go. Don’t do this,” Calum pleaded, “Give me another change, please, babe.” 

“Calum, I’ve given you too many chances--”

“We can make this work,” he assured her, “I can change...”

“Yeah?” Faye said, unconvinced, “Call me when that happens.”

And with that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving Calum in the middle of her apartment, just as brokenhearted in that moment as she was.

“I should have called,” Calum repeated, the sounds of the bustling cafe bringing Faye back into the present. “I was so hurt and angry, I forced myself not to. I didn’t realize you were just as hurt and angry.”

“Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, it’s best to end things. Two people, even with the best intentions and the biggest hearts, sometimes just don’t work out,” Faye said, her body language changing from anger to defeat.

“You think that’s us?” Calum asked quietly. 

He took a risk and reached over the few inches of the small table to be able take her hand in his and felt his heart skip a beat when she didn’t pull away. Honestly, it felt like their first date when he was so nervous, he spent half their walk back from the restaurant debating whether or not to hold her hand. And when she finally did it, his heart soared and he was filled with the purest joy he’d ever known. Faye had a way of making him feel like he was back to 16 and discovering what love felt like for the first time.

“I…” Faye began, “I don’t know.” Her eyes dropped to where their hands met on the table and Calum was now absentmindedly drawing small circles over her skin. “I miss you,” she whispered, still not meeting Calum’s gaze.

“I miss you,” Calum returned. He squeezed her hand gently, prompting Faye to look at him. “So fucking much.”

With the limited space they had in this corner of the cafe, their faces were only about a foot apart. Calum met her eyes, forcing himself to not brush a stray piece of hair back behind her ear. 

He held his breath as he asked, “Who’s the guy you were with?”

“What?”

“Yesterday,” Calum explained, “I was on the same train. I saw you with someone, then Ash said...he said you were at the bar…”

Boyfriend. It’s her boyfriend, Calum prepared, it’s been six months. I missed my chance.

“Oh, Julian?” Faye replied, “He’s an old friend from high school.”

Calum’s face lit up at her words. His eyes snapped back to hers and clarified, “Friend?”

Faye nodded, her gaze never leaving Calum’s. She ran her tongue over her lips so quickly she probably didn’t even realize she did it. But Calum did. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes drifting from Faye’s golden ones to her lips and back again. 

Faye did the same, and closed the distance between them. The kiss was cautious and short, but they each would say that nothing in the past six months had felt as amazing.

When they broke apart, Calum said, “Can I take you out?” It was bold, he knew, but he needed to ask. Needed to know for sure where they stood. “Just one date,” he added before Faye could say anything. “Just dinner.”

“Cal…” Faye said, using the nickname that he missed hearing on her lips. 

“I just--” Calum interjected, terrified at the thought of having to survive this again if she rejected him right now. “Faye, I love you. I can’t stop loving you and I don’t want to have to keep trying. If there’s any possibility you still feel something for me or could feel something for me, I want to show you you can trust me.”

Faye hesitated for a moment. She studied Calum’s face, trying to decipher all the emotions etched into his features. 

“One date,” she agreed and Calum smiled wider than he had in months, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He did it. He got a second chance.

“But Calum,” Faye said, her face serious. She straightened her shoulders and raised her eyebrows at him as she warned, “Don’t let me fall for you again, if you’re not going to be there.”

Calum brought his hand to Faye’s cheek, his thumb caressing just under her eye. 

“I won’t lose you twice.”

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Chapter 5: Stuck

Pairing : Jungkook x Lee Yoo Mi (You)

Genre: Smut , Fluff, Angst

Word Count : 1.5k

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After getting everything prepared for the dinner hangout pool party tonight, I rummaged through all the old clothing finding Jungkook some shorts, 2 t-shirts, and bathing suit trunks.

“ Here, see if these fit. ” I said throwing them to him.

“Why do you still have these? ”

“ Don’t question it, just go change. Everyone will be here soon. ”

He smirked but did as he was told. Making my way back to the kitchen, I made sure everything was perfectly seasoned, cut, and ready. Being Jungkook and I did this in only matter of 3 hours, it came out somewhat nice.

“ You can see right through this shirt, even the outline of my entire body. I never knew you were such a pervert Noona. ” Jungkook jokingly said, placing his head on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

“ Yah, don’t do that. Everyone will be here any minute. ” I said removing myself from him, facing him.

“ Why? Is it because I make your heart flutter? ” He said taking my hand and intertwining our fingers.

My fingers automatically tightening around his, finding it’s a comfortable place with him.

“ No. ” I said rubbing my thumb against the back of his hand.

“ Noona, you’re beautiful, even when you lie to me. ” He whispered out, leaning down to press his lip to mine.

Before are lips could touch, the sound of the doorbell had went off throughout the house. Our lips still hovering over each other.

“ Just when I though I was going to catch you, aish. ” Jungkook said, releasing our hands, heading to go open the door.

I stood in the kitchen still a little flustered. I attempted to pretend to stir the stew hoping that made us look normal.

“ Jungkook-ah, that shirt is so tight on you. You’re lucky this noona knew you were going to need close. ” Ji-Eun said rubbing his arm, handing him a bag of clothes.

“ Ah thanks noona. But I’ll stay in this, it took Yoo-Mi noona all morning to find me something to wear and I don’t want her hard work to go to waste. ” He said sending me smile.

“ Yah, listen to your noona and put the stuff on Jungkook-ah. ” I yelled at him.

He laughed at me and took the bag and went upstairs.

“ Jinnie, Namjoon-ah, do you mind helping me. I already have the outside grill heated, I want to put the stews out because it got a little cold sitting here. ”

“ Of course noona. ” Jin said walking to the stove picking up the pot filled with kongbiji . “ Oh noona this smells really good.  ”

“ Noona, this one smells really good too. You’re kimchi stew has always been my favorite.  Namjoon added.

” Thank you boys. “ I said pointing to where I wanted it placed.

” Noona, I love your house. I mostly love your pool though. “ Jimin said placing his foot testing the temperature of the water.

” I know I know. That’s why 90 percent of these gatherings are held here. “ I laughed out.

After about 10 minutes, Jin and I began grilling the meat while everyone was swimming or standing around the pool. Well everyone except Jungkook. I scanned the pool area one more time making sure I didn’t miss him. He wasn’t by the pool. Maybe he needed help getting the tight shirt off of him ?

” Jin, I’ll be right back. I’m going to go to the bathroom. “  He hummed out in response, keeping a close eye on the meat, making sure that it wasn’t burning.

I ran up the stairs and called Jungkook’s name. ” Jungkook-ah. Where are you ? “

I didn’t hear anything so I started walking down the hall. ” Jungkook-ah. The food almost done.“

As I was walking past my door, I realized it was opened. I knew I had closed it when I was finished in there earlier. Walking in, I saw Jungkook laying on my bed, the shirt still on him.

” What are you doing in here ? Why haven’t you taken off the shirt yet ? “ I asked closing the door behind me, sitting on the bed next to him.

” It’s stuck. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew you might get worried about me and come look for me, so I waited. “

I rolled my eyes taking a hold of his hand, ” Come on. Let’s get you out of this shirt. “

He lifted himself up off the bed and looked down at me, our eyes meeting.

” Noona, I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing your beautiful face looking up at me. “

” Now is not the time to be flirting with me, especially when everyone is down stairs. “

” But noona, this makes me want you more. “ He said, one of his hands cupping my face, bringing himself closer to my face.

” You promised. “ I hissed out moving myself from him and going to my night stand, grabbing a pair of scissors. Walking back over, I ran my hand down his torso, causing him to sharply inhale.

” You’re making it hard to keep my promise noona. “ He groaned out moving his hips closer to me, grabbing the fabric of my dress near my waist.

” Hmm, just don’t move while I cut this off of you. I don’t need to accidentally stab you. “ I said sending him a devilish smile.  He chuckled in response and moved himself a few steps back but still holding onto me.

I took the fabric at the bottom of his shirt and ran the scissors up into a somewhat clean line, completely exposing his chest and toned abs. I tried my best to keep a poker face.

” All done. “

I said making my way back to put the scissors away. Sitting down on the bed, I began to admire Jungkook’s toned back, watching each movement every muscle made while he removed the shirt from his body. He turned around searching for the shirt he was given.

” Noona, you’re drooling. “ He laughed at me.

Rolling my eyes, I moved back in front of him, his hands automatically moving back to my waist.

” Yah, why are you like this. “ I said more to myself than to him. I ran my hands up and down his chest. He laughed once more and stole a quick peck from me.

” I’ll be going now. “ And with that, he walked out my room, heading to everyone,I quickly followed.

After everyone was full and satisfied, we let ourselves digest and just talked til it was time to swim.

” This one is my favorite. “ I said to Namjoon, moving onto the pink flamingo inflatable. As I got on, I accidentally pushed against the wall, causing me to float towards to another wall a foot away.

” Ahhh “ I screamed/laughed to myself. Everyone else was definitely enjoying my little show.

I began to stand up as I reached the edge of the pool, thinking I could balance myself, I almost fell backward into the pool. Almost being, Jungkook caught me before I could.

” Thank you Jungkook-ah. “ I meekly said to him.

” Are you okay? “ Asking me while he rubbed my arm.

” Yeah, I’m fine Jungkook-ah. Thank you. “

He nodded and rubbed my arm last time before heading back over to Jimin.

” Noona, you should be careful. “ Jin said while dipping his body into the pool.

” Yeah I know, I know. “

I moved inside to change into my bathing suit and tan for a little. While I was tanning, my phone had vibrated. Jungkook. I read the message and quickly replied.

I looked up searching for Jungkook, his eyes already on me. I made my way over to the table filled with food, sitting in the chair next to him.

I leaned in to grab a soda can off the table and whispered to him while I was moving to sit back down.

” That last text earned you another night of sleeping over. “

The corners of his lips moved upwards, revealing his teeth. I opened my drink, taking a small sip while a small smile was plastered on my face. His hand moved its way to my thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

I didn’t know how much his touch made me feel like my skin was on fire and how much I could crave for it. Wanting more of this feeling, I placed my hand on his, binding our fingers together.

Oh, how I like this boy so much.

( I forgot to save the screen shots for these so I had to screen shot from wattpad :-/  lol ) 

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Come Back Down Part 12

Come Back Down, Part 12

Warnings: There’s some creative smut here. Some cussing.

Summary: Just a little view of Jensen being happy before the shit hits the fan... That’ll be next chapter.

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a/n-Bless my sweet niecey for letting me borrow her lap top for a few moments to post my smut. : )

I thought things might get a little awkward since Y/N'd had her hand on my dick last night. But, that was not the case. I woke up with the sunshine against my closed eyelids and the scent of her shampoo in my nose. "You smell so good, sweetheart." The sentiment slipped from my lips without my permission and I felt her laughter rumble in her chest beneath my hand. I tucked my face into her hair, just feeling the inextinguishable, burning warmth that was spreading through my entire body. I knew the feeling, but was it too soon to be feeling this way?

"Don't be all weird, J. It wasn't a religious experience." She grumbled into the crook of my arm. It was strange, the stupidly happy feeling that bubbled up in my chest at her hedgehog grumpiness. The response was so typically her that I felt the last bits of hesitancy fade away.

 I decided to stow away the sentimentality, "I suppose you expect breakfast in bed with a side of Norco?" I finally found the will to open my eyes to the morning, finding the scene in front of me just as welcoming. Y/N's legs twisted in the sheets and was as close as she could possibly get with a brace and a cast to get in her way. Her camisole was riding halfway up her abdomen, showing off the bruises that had now faded to gray translucency.

 The sight calmed some of jagged edges that were still cut up inside me. It was proof that she was healing, that this would be behind her soon just like everything else that she'd ever been through and conquered.

 Now, she'd cracked an eyelid in my direction, a small but effective pout on her lips, her eye brows raising in question. "Some coffee?"

 Some things never changed. I found myself leaning over, pausing just a hairsbreadth away from her lips. "Of course. Anything else?" I dragged my lips against hers and expected her to push me away and tell me that 'yes, brush your teeth.' But she didn't. Her grumpy, pleading expression melts into something else. Something I've never seen before on her face.

 She pushes into my space, taking the kiss that I offered with enthusiasm. When she moved away she had a hand on my hip, and her eyes were exuding a certain warmth. "Don't be long?"

 It was possible that we'd become a little codependent. Not that I would have any first hand knowledge of anything like that. So, between texts to Jared I brewed some coffee and happily scrambled some eggs. I debated throwing some elaborate, celebratory breakfast together, but Y/N still wasn't eating much. So, I reigned it in. There was plenty of time to be stupidly domestic. Jared's return text drew my attention away for a moment.

 Jared 9:03am: Dude. Finally.

Jensen 9:04am: What do you mean, finally? Asshole.

Jared 9:07am: I'm not an asshole. Asshole.

 I'd managed to not screw up a batch of scrambled eggs with cheese and was in the process of buttering some toast when my phone chimmed against her counter top. I wasn't expecting to have a detailed conversation with Jared just yet.

 Jared 9:16am: Danneel's been by. She was upset that you had signed the papers 'so quickly'. She's been crying on Gen's shoulder all damn weekend. She was the one that had them drawn up, right?

 Couldn't I just have one drama free moment to enjoy the fact that I was happier than I had been in years? Of course not.

 And then those stupid guilty feelings that I'd been supressing started welling up like a black slime, trying to coat and destroy. Yes, I'd separated from my wife months ago, started the divorce preceedings because she'd started them! However, even though she'd started everything, I was more and more convinced that it was the right thing to do. Not because I could have Y/N without any guilt, but because the separation from Danneel exposed the huge, gaping pit of differences that was between us. I hadn't known until I'd taken a step back and looked at the whole picture. Neither one of us was happy anymore, and it wasn't just tiny things that needed to change that would go towards trying to make it right again.

 Jensen 9:18am: Yes. She was the one who wanted the separation and she's the one who sent a lawyer to ambush me at damn hospital when Y/N was hurt. This should all not be a big surprise to her.

 Now I was leaning against the counter with my phone in one hand and a plate of food in the other. Her pill bottle was bulging out of the pocket I'd stuffed it in just minutes earlier.

 Juice. She'd probably appreciate some juice too. And the coffee! Fuck!

 Jared 9:25am: All I'm saying, from what I've heard. She's not gonna be letting this go without a fight.

 Well, I was having a good morning. "Fuck." I sighed, finally settling for a tray for all of Y/N's coffee accoutrements before taking a cleansing breath. There was no need to saddle Y/N with my baggage instantly.

 It would go something like: Hi, I love you. I know, crazy right?! Surprise bitch! Here's my baggage!

 We could have one drama-free morning, couldn't we? I made sure my phone was on silent and plastered on the most convincing smile I could before trudging back up the stairs. I could do this.

~~~~~

The shit didn't hit the fan until a couple of weeks later, when I was least expecting it to. Y/N was slowly progressing into the 'well' category. A physical therapist came to her house a couple of days a week to help her regain motion and strength in her leg. She apparently didn't tear enough ligaments to qualify for surgery.

 So, completely begrudging the opportunity to put my hands on her skin, I'd been helping her with some of her stretches. She'd only cussed and threatened to separate me from my balls a little bit and it seemed to be doing her some good. Plus, it'd kind of been satisfying that itch I had when I was in high school and thought I wanted to be a physical therapist.

 It's probably good that I'd dodged that particular interest. It was one thing to be up close and personal with someone you love, their sweaty skin beneath your finger tips. A wholly other for some stranger to be in such intimate proximity.

 "I've got a surprise for you when you finish these." I mumbled as I helped by pushing her ankle towards being flush with her butt cheek. She couldn't quite make it and I could tell it was putting a lot of strain on her ligaments. "No pain, no gain, darlin."

 She frowned, and from the looks of it, just barely resisted flipping me the bird. "What kind of surprise?" She ventured instead, bitting her lip until I eased up on the stretch and give her a break.

 "Can't tell. Then it wouldn't be a surprise." Her face scrunched into a frown, "Don't give me the poop face, thems the brakes." I supressed the smile that threatened to break out on my face until she finally succombed to her childish ways and stuck her tongue out. "Watch it now, I might think that's an offer."

 She hummed before answering, her long bangs hanging coyly in her face. "Maybe it is."

 "Don't you threaten me with something you can't back up, sweetheart." I was kind of joking, but there was another, bigger part of me that was making sure that she was too. I'd call it a rough patch in the changing over from being best friends into... Whatever it was that we were at the moment.

 She scrutinized me for a moment, and I couldn't say that it was really all that comfortable, and with a completely serious face instructed me to take my pants off. "Boxers too." She added as she arranged herself to lay flat across the foot of her bed on her back.

 At first I wasn't too sure what she was up to. This was completely unchartered territory and I prided myself in keeping my ears plugged when she started to talk about what she had done with her 'current' boyfriends. I only paused for a moment though, "I gotta do all the work?" It was amazing how fast I could become half undressed in the middle of a perfectly respectable, sunny afternoon.

 Her face was bright with teasing, full of piss and vinegar, and I took another moment to appreciate the fact that she was actually a little happy. "I'm the gimp, Jensen. Come over here before I change my mind."

 I was only a few steps away from her, but her words made me pause again. "Do you need to change your mind?"

 "Jesus Christ, Jensen!" Her face became flush, and if I didn't know better I would've thought it was embarrassment.

 I'd had a vague idea of what was about to happen, but I didn't want to be presumptious. However, I was already half hard, so I obeyed. I was feeling incredibly awkward with my dick drooping over her face and I could feel my own cheeks darkening with embarassment. "Y/N, are you sure ab-"

 "I swear to God, Jensen, are you this awkward with your dick out all the time?" She cut me off with her jab, but I could tell she was picking on me to hide her own self conciousness. Then, her hands were on my thighs, squeezing a little like she was picking fruit at the super market. Either way, my dick found it rather interesting. "Damn you've always had nice thighs." I felt her warm breath tickle the hair on my leg before her mouth brushed the thin skin on my inner thigh. The movement made me drag my bottom lip between my teeth to keep in a giggle. I was horribly ticklish exactly where her mouth was.

 When her teeth pulled the skin into a bite and then sucked and laved at the reddened flesh. I couldn't help the startled moan at the zing of pleasure that shot right to my dick. "Fuck, Y/N." I chanced a look down at her and found that she had a sparkling, mischievious look in her eyes. "Watch the teeth."

 She smiled wide, most of her white teeth on display before she disappeared to continue to mouth at my thigh on her way closer to where I needed her mouth to be. However, she seemed determined to tease me and took her time. I was in no position to rush things, so I stood helplessly while pathetic whines escaped my mouth without my permission. I was a badass, damnit, I needed to act like one.

 Soon, her mouth found its way to suck and lick sloppily over my balls and the shock of pleasure racing through my veins caused me to bend over, a long, low groan bellowing forth like I was a goddamn neanderthal. My hands braced over her thighs, my head hung low, I widened my stance so that I didn't smother her. I could see the headline now, 'Woman smothered by Jensen Ackles' thunder thighs while giving head...'

 To my embarrassment, Y/N laughed like I'd told her a joke, the vibrations giving me all kinds of sensations. "Oh, but what a way to go."

 Oh fuck, I must have said it out loud, but I didn't have time to reply before her hot mouth enveloped me in wet heat and my brain compressed down to thrust, moan and cuss. I felt my fingers twist the comforter into my fists, my hips making aborted thrusts as I struggled to keep myself from thrusting deep into her glorious mouth. It turned out that Y/N was a freakin master at giving head. She writhed around beneath me like she was being struck by a live wire and loving every minute of it. And before I had time to contemplate that at any length she did an artful twist of her tongue and I was coming hard before I even had time to warn her.

 My arms gave out and I dropped into her thighs, holding my ass awkwardly in the air so that my graphic headline didn't come true. My entire body trembled as I spent my life out in pulses down my best friend's throat. And wasn't that a thought I'd never had before? It sent a belated shiver of pleasure through my body, causing me to twitch helplessly. "Oh, fuck." I muttered barely above a breath because my lungs were still not cooperating, my cheek laying heavily against her uninjured thigh. Hmph, she had pretty damn great thighs herself.

 I waited for her to laugh, or to make fun in some way, but it never came. She waited while I softened in her mouth before she started laying delicate kisses all over the sensitive skin of my thighs like worship. But soon it started to tickle and it motivated me to awkwardly scramble to sit on the bed without taking out her lovely face with my knees.

 She had a dazed look on her face, her tongue sliding over her abused bottom lip made my dick twitch valiently with interest. Her pupils were blown and it was obvious that she'd enjoyed what she'd just done.

 Soon, I felt a little sheepish. It was like all I'd done since we'd started this whole thing was to take. She'd refused any type of reciprocation, but I had to offer any way. "If you want, I can..."

 "No," she shook her head, but grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me close. The kiss didn't start off tentative or careful, it was full of want. I let her tongue plunder my mouth and I could taste myself as she sucked on my tongue much like she'd just sucked other things. She broke off the kiss, watching me panting for breath with an intense gaze. "When I can go without this brace, I want you to fuck me, okay?"

 I was struck dumb by her bluntness, but I squeaked out an, "Okay."

 I settled down to lay next to her and we kissed lazily for a while until I remembered. "I forgot your present!" I bounded off the bed to go to the guest bedroom where I'd set up and dragged her present from the depths of my bag. When I returned she was leaned up against the pillows with a perfectly contented look on her face. Like this was exactly what she wanted when she woke up this morning and thought about her day.

 God, I could do this. If this was what met me every time I came home, I'd be a happy man. Her eyes brightened, narrowing in on me rather than the object in my hand. "Whaddja get me?" She was like a child, practically bouncing in place. I did have a tendency to buy pretty awesome gifts, if I do say so myself.

 It never occurred to me to think that she might call what I had lame. I knew she would love it. "It's from Lush, that bath bomb place that you like? I think Jared has an Aunt that's friends with someone who works at the UK warehouse and well... They got me this." I handed over the small black jar and watched her eyes widen.

 "Holy... Is this what I think it is?" She looked at the jar and back to me in incredulity. "This hasn't been released yet. They've just been doing teasers and... Oh my God." She looked a little reverent as she unscrewed the cap to take a whiff. She made an incredibly pornographic sound, closing her eyes in absolute ecstacy.

 It made it a little uncomfortable to sit where I'd perched on the side of the bed beside her, my dick filling in my pants. "Well, there's more where that came from if you do your physical therapy every day. Lady gave me a whole basket of stuff."

 You'd think I would have told her that she'd won the goddamn lottery. She smiled so freakin hard I thought her face my implode. "Oh my God! You're the best!" She lunged over, pulling me into a tight, awkward side hug that made it difficult to breathe.

 I rubbed her back and smiled into her shoulder, a smile so wide that it hurt my face. "Of course I am, sweetheart."

 Once she'd calmed down a little and I was able to pry the jar from her fingers, "Lay down." I instructed in a calm voice and watched her obey quickly. I opened the fragrant jar and dipped my fingers in to collect the lotion. It was cool and creamy between my hands as I tried to warm it before spreading it over her good leg. Starting at her knee, I spread the cream to her thighs and then to her calves, working it in with firm circular presses of skin.

 She turned into delicious smelling putty. She only tensed a little when I removed her brace, trust implicit in her eyes. I used the cream to ease my fingers as I tried to massage the tension and extra fluid out of her injured knee. Doing this was probably more intimate than what we had done together previously, no sex involved, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

 I felt loose and happy and I could see all over her face that she felt the same. Seriously, if my life could actually be this good I would embrace it whole heartedly. Could I really be that lucky?

 Then, the doorbell rang.