#simply he was bored so Clockwork gave him a chance at a new life

[the-random-phan]

DP x TMA

Danny arrives to lend a helping hand! Life must be tough when you're hiding in your ex's apartment because of murder charges and being mildly tormented by some circus clowns.

Danny might be a bit too calm in this situation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Set some time between MAG 81 and 87

[julesdap]

your albatross, shoot it down

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During their escape from Dark Matters, Juno makes the choice to take Sasha with him.

It’s like clockwork, Sasha thinks. 

Since she’s made a point to be as uncooperative as possible, Aurinko’s stopped the faux-friendly negotiations and simply given the order to lock her in the spare room, bare but for a bed, a bathroom, a chair and table, a porthole, and a surveillance camera. As far as she can tell, Aurinko, Ilkay, and Siquliak take turns guarding her, while Rita keeps track of the video feed.

They’re spread thin, wary, tired, missing a member of their crew, and tensions are made high by just her presence. It would not be impossible to escape. 

Sasha doesn’t try. Yet. 

And three times a day, on the dot, like clockwork, Juno’s let in with a tray of food. 

“Be careful, Steel,” Ilkay growls, which is procedure by now. 

Juno waves her off; he doesn’t even carry his blaster in here, either because he doesn’t want to take the risk that Sasha will try to disarm him, or because he simply thinks Sasha doesn’t pose enough of a threat. Sasha can’t tell which one. She’s found that she can’t tell much about Juno Steel, these days. 

Ilkay sends Sasha one last warning look, and then the door slides shut. 

“Hey,” Juno says. 

Sasha sits primly in her single chair, which she’s dragged over by the porthole to watch the vast expanse of nothing. 

Juno sets down the tray on the table like her silence is to be expected. Maybe, she supposes, thinking of all the years that have passed between them without a single civil conversation, it is. 

When she makes no attempt to move, he leans against the table and filches a bite from her plate, waving the fork at her before popping it into his mouth. “Lunch?” 

Sasha sighs, long-suffering—Juno grins like it’s something familiar—and complies, bringing her chair closer to eat. She snatches back her fork and twirls it between her fingers. “You may as well ask your questions now, Juno,” she says.

The grin falls off Juno’s face. “That’s not—I told you, this isn’t an interrogation, Sasha.”

Sasha’s certain his family wouldn’t agree—surely the amount of information Sasha knows, on Dark Matters’ inner workings, the Radicals, the Aurinkos themselves, hasn’t slipped any of their minds—but she’ll allow Juno his fantasies. Or lies. “Just another hour in prolonged captivity, then.”

“It isn’t—” Juno releases a heavy breath. Sasha raises an eyebrow. “Fine. Sure, that’s exactly what it is. Eat up.”

So she eats. It’s Juno’s cooking, like always—real food, not cheap nutrient bars or protein paste. Sasha wonders if the meals are just part of his job, if he volunteered, if he’s cooking for the whole crew or just her. 

The first few times, Juno had tried to strike up a conversation, but now he just walks to the porthole and takes in the tiny view, waiting for her to finish. It’s fine, Sasha thinks. The silence isn’t uncomfortable.

Then, tentatively, Juno says, “We could let you free on the ship, Sasha. We could— talk. If—” He gets that look on his face when he’s about to tell her something she doesn’t want to hear— “You give us your word that you won’t try and escape. And that you won’t try to contact Dark Matters and turn us in.”

Sasha levels a look at him. This is an ultimatum he’s made every other conversation, and she still doesn’t believe it. “Surely you’re not really asking me that, Juno.”

Juno throws up his hands, walking away. “Worth a shot,” he says bitterly. 

“So that’s it,” Sasha says, like they haven’t had this roundabout conversation about ten times now. “I’m being blackmailed. My silence and obedience for my freedom.” 

“Sasha… don’t.”

“Am I wrong?”

“You’re here,” Juno tries, “because you’re safer here than—”

Sasha gives in to the disbelieving laugh bubbling in her throat. “Frankly, Juno, I’ve had enough of this—even I never tried to pretend I captured you to keep you safe.”

“Nah, actually, I’m pretty sure there was a bit of a ‘this is for your own good’ sentiment thrown in there—”

The chair scrapes loudly against the floor when she pushes it back to look him full in the face. “Oh, and isn’t that exactly what you’re doing? I’m a prisoner on your ship because I’m safer here? Really, Juno?”

Her voice rises without her permission. She doesn’t know why she’s so adamant on turning this into a fight. She’s playing right into Juno’s hand, she knows, biting at everything like some cornered animal, but she can’t help it. For the first time in years, in decades, she’s completely unarmed—in both physical weapon and intel— and it’s a weakness that’s like an itch, an ever-present lack, and something has to give, somewhere. 

“Sasha, I’m trying to—”

“And don’t pretend that you’re simply, what, doing this out of the kindness of your heart? Like you don’t hold a grudge against me for hurting you, your family? That’s not like you, Juno.”

She’s hit a nerve. Hurt flashes across Juno’s face. “Fuck’s sake, Sasha, what do you want me to—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, muscles tense in his jaw. “Y’know what? Yeah. Yeah, I am mad. I’m fucking livid, okay, Wire, you tried to kill my family and I—”

The venom in his voice stings more than she expected. This part of the conversation, they haven’t had yet. “I never tried any such—”

“Cut the crap, Sasha,” Juno snarls. “You were never going to let them go, alright, I know. You weren’t going to trust whatever they said, you knew they weren’t going to say anything, you were never going to help me help them or whatever, you were just— messing with me—”

“I was giving you an out.”

“You lied to me.” It’s a child’s naive insistence, the way Juno looks at her, all heartbroken and disappointed: but you promised, Sasha. “What would’ve been the best-case scenario for you, huh?” he presses. “Me behind bars for life, or maybe a new name and a lifetime supply of Dark Matters surveillance— if I’d talked. And, what? The rest of my family tortured for months on end until your interrogators got bored and disappeared them quietly? That’s it, right? That was your plan, and you actually tried to get me to play along.” 

“Juno…”

Juno shakes his head, swallows. “Fuck you, Wire. Sure, maybe I did trick you too, and maybe we are keeping you on this ship. But you have no idea how much that hurt.”

And it’s all Sasha can do to keep her expression clear, because the disgust in his eye is worse than betrayal; because he’s right to be disgusted, she’s been thinking lately, like a sandstorm settling to reveal a cliff’s edge, and she isn’t sure anymore of the path she’d been so set on walking. 

Because here’s what she’d been so afraid of, Juno Steel with enough fury for a bottomless pit, and she has no one to blame but herself. 

In the ensuing quiet, Ilkay’s voice crackles in Juno’s earpiece, and Juno turns away from her to reply. “Yeah, we’re—it’s fine,” he says. At his side, his hand flexes, a clench and release of tension. “We’re just. Talking. Vespa, I swear everything’s... fine.”

Ilkay relents, and then the silence is truly suffocating. Juno crosses his arms and exhales, every line of his back tense and unmoving. 

You lied to me.  

“In that case,” Sasha says, voice too wobbly to put up any facade of coldness, “you never answered my question. What am I doing here, Juno?”

Juno whirls around, looking somehow twice as furious.

“Because you won’t listen to anything I’m trying to tell you—”

Sasha could laugh. “I meant why bring me along in the first place? You had your chance to escape; we wouldn’t have been able to track you. So why hold me here like a—”

Juno stills. “And what would have happened to you?” he asks. “If I’d left you behind, with Dark Matters?”

Sasha bristles. “I’m their Director—”  

“Yeah, and you told me yourself you ‘took care’ of your own Director when you had the chance! Hell, all I did was let it slip that I knew you and you thought you had to shoot me. And then, what, a whole crew of dangerous suspects escape with the Curemother Prime, under your nose—you think they’d just let that slide?” 

“I can handle myself,” Sasha snaps right back, and oh, this is an odd reversal of roles, isn’t it. But what can she say, she’s been with this new, strange crew for over a day now, and her patience is fraying; maybe she really is out of practice— “My agents are loyal to me, and even if they weren’t, if you think this is the first time I’ve handled a bunch of unruly—”

“Oh, sure, but is this also not the first time you’ve messed up on a mission this big? ‘Cause I think I know what’s gonna happen if you try and contact Dark Matters again, and I think—”

“I don’t need your misguided attempts to help, Juno,” Sasha says tightly. Her hands are shaking. She clasps them together. 

“—it’s over, Wire,” Juno says. “You can’t go back. And you know it. You know, and I’m sorry. But you’re done.” 

It’s Sasha’s turn to look away in stony silence, because he’s right. 

Goddamn him, he’s right. 

“Sasha,” Juno says again, and at this point Sasha misses the quiet, misses not needing to feel as much as Juno Steel forces her to, every fucking time— “Y’know. Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I don’t give a shit about you anymore.” 

She glances up at him again. He looks pained and earnest in equal measure. 

“Oh,” Sasha says, voice small. 

Juno sits down on her bed like holding himself up is suddenly too much of a chore. “You taught me that, I think.”

“Did I.” 

He’s quiet for a long moment, picking at a hangnail, and Sasha almost thinks he’s not going to answer. Then: “Sure. Over and over. When Ben died, and we weren’t talking at the time, and I was determined to ruin myself. When we—”

“Juno—”

“When we finally got in the HCPD,” Juno presses on, “and you were doing great but I wasn’t handling it so well. Even on your stupid Dark Matters exam—”

She shuts her eyes. “Don’t.”

“—No, even way earlier than that, when I was so, so ready to blame myself I never gave you any room to grieve. I’m pretty sure you hated me at some point.”

“I never—I didn’t hate you,” she whispers. “I just. Hated what you were doing to yourself.”

“Oh. Well.” Juno tilts his head, sends her a look. “I think I know what that’s like.”

It’s more than she can take, his knowing, understanding pity. Sasha turns her back to him, facing the table so he can’t see her face. It’s over. You’re done. Her chest heaves. For the first time in years she feels adrift, with nothing to keep her anchored anymore, not a goal or a purpose or a job or a home. 

Her entire fucking career, she thinks. Over twenty years of work. 

She can’t think about it. Not here. The calculations spin away from her, wide and impossible and terrifying. I don’t know who I am, without this. If not this. I don’t know what else is left of me.

What does it say about her, that she can’t tell what’s right or wrong anymore without someone telling her who to shoot. That she doesn’t know when she stopped thinking about what she was doing anymore and just started following orders, a set of rules and expectations and protocols laid out in her head, everything else locked away and marked irrelevant.

There’s an ugly, churning feeling in her gut. She wonders if Annie would hate her.

“Sasha?”

She blinks the wetness in her eyes back. Dimly, she realizes Juno’s said her name more than once now. When she looks behind her, Juno is watching her back, his gaze so open and comfortable it makes her uncomfortable. 

“Are you, uh…”

Changed or not, Juno Steel is not the sort of person who would jump to console someone he hasn’t spoken kindly with in years. “I’m fine,” she says, firm enough that Juno just nods, and waits.

She sighs. Then she gets up and sits beside him on the bed, their shoulders not quite touching. Juno scoots back and lies down, legs dangling over the edge. After a moment, she does the same. 

“I miss Mick,” he says. 

“Oh.” It’s not something the Juno she knew would readily admit. “Me too.” Even this is something still painfully familiar: her and Juno and Ben and Mick, sprawled out on one bed until afternoon turned to night, whenever one of them couldn’t bear to go home.

“Last time we talked in person, he… he was dealing with some shit, you know, and— I didn’t… realize. Rita helps me get a message through every few days, but. I don’t know, it still feels like I’m not there for him enough.”

“I… I haven’t talked to him since, well…”

“Since your promotion,” he sighs. “Yeah.”

“How is he?”

He shrugs. “Alright, last I heard. Apparently he’s working on some manuscript. No idea how that’s turning out.”

She pushes herself up on her elbows and stares at him over her shoulder. “Mick Mercury,” she says flatly. “A writer.”

His leg knocks into hers in a gentle rebuke, ankles bumping. “Uh, yeah, Mick Mercury. Try anything once, Mick Mercury? Wild storyteller, Mick Mercury? Y’know—”

“Unstoppable dreamer, Mick Mercury,” she murmurs. “Right.” She flops back down on the bed. 

There’s a grin in his voice. “Yep. Hey, least one of us isn’t a wanted criminal.”

She thumps her fist against his chest. Juno laughs.

“Too soon?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“If it makes you feel better,” Juno says lightly, “I know what you’re going through.”

Sasha snorts despite herself. Then the joke catches up with her, and she sobers. “Juno…” Her breath shakes in her chest. “What do I do.”

Juno’s silent for a long time.

“I can’t answer that for you, Wire.”

She closes her eyes. She can’t answer it, either; she doesn’t know. She thinks about Curemother Prime sitting somewhere aboard this ship, and about the Aurinkos’ ridiculous, unbelievable plan, and the possibility of success. They’ve already gotten this far. 

It seemed—simple, back in that rigid and lonely place, a clear line of thought: Juno and the others made themselves too dangerous to ignore; thus they needed to be dealt with; thus Dark Matters would deal with them. She was Director, the mission was important, and Juno was her family; thus she would deal with it herself. 

No time for what-ifs, or second guesses, or considering the idea of being wrong. Just this: Dark Matters worked for the greater good; thus Sasha Wire would work for Dark Matters. She’d climb the endless ladder and clean out the dirt of the place and learn to live with bloody hands if she had to. For the greater good, for the greater good, an idea she has wrapped her fucking life around, even when it wasn't making sense anymore.

Now, through the fog of terror comes that same cold, icy logic, bringing a different conclusion: Dark Matters will never leave her alone. 

She knew this when she agreed to work for them. They already think she’s a traitor after her last failure, and whether she tries to get in contact with them again or not won’t matter. She might be lucky if they assume she’s dead, killed by the infamous Aurinko family, though they won’t easily do that without proof.

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.  

She thinks about that, and then she thinks about the only path that has remained open to her, steady and unshakable, in the form of Juno Steel.

This is how logic works, this is what Dark Matters taught her: Remove the options you cannot perform, and what remains is your way forward.

Juno startles when she sits up quickly. “Wire?”

She runs a hand through her hair a few times. “Open the door.”

“What?”

“Open the door,” she repeats impatiently, trying to straighten the wrinkles in her shirt.

Juno eyes her warily as he gets to his feet. “Um, why would I do that?”

She catches her reflection in the glass of the porthole. She looks sharp enough for a captive former Dark Matters agent, she supposes; serious; put together; starlit. When she meets Juno’s eyes, he looks, hopelessly, hopeful.

“Well?” Sasha says, tone brusque. “I’ll behave. I thought you wanted me to talk to Aurinko.” 

[tinydooms]

For BATB: “Remember Me”

“But surely you remember me!” 

Maurice sits in an armchair in one the castle’s sitting rooms, watching a Beast in a ruined banyan stride up and down before the fireplace. His frustration is beginning to outweigh his terror. 

“I am sorry to repeat, monsieur, that I have no idea--”

“You’re the artist!” cries the Beast. “Maurice Durant! You painted those magnificent portraits for the Duke de Rouen, and your clockworks are known throughout France! I hired you to come here!” 

He has Maurice there. The Duke de Rouen was Maurice’s previous patron. Strange, he can’t remember now why he chose to leave the city and came to Villeneuve. 

“Tell me, would you have moved to a remote village in the middle of nowhere just to be the village tinker?” the Beast asks. 

“Uh--”

“Of course you wouldn’t. A man of your talents would want to be somewhere with class, like Paris or London or Vienna. Or--and really, this is why you’re in Villeneuve--restoring the paintings in my castle and painting me new ones!” The Beast waves his arms. Maurice feels a stabbing of pity for him. 

“Monsieur, your reasoning is sound,” he begins. 

“Reasoning!” wails the Beast. “Reasoning! Do you even like Villeneuve?”

“No--”

“Of course you don’t! It’s a village!” screeches the Beast. “You’re from the city, man, use your head! Villeneuve is no place for a great painter and craftsman such as yourself and hardly a place for a great man’s daughter!”

That brings Maurice up short. “You know about my Belle?”

“Well, I didn’t know her name,” the Beast says sullenly, folding his arms. “I knew you had one. Mrs. Potts arranged an entire apartment in the servants’ wing for the two of you.”

Maurice regards the Beast for a long moment. Beneath the creature’s indignation he is beginning to sense desperation. He clears his throat. 

“All right, Monsieur, let us say that I was on my way to your castle when I suddenly decided to settle down in Villeneuve. Why did I simply forget about your invitation?”

The Beast snorts, miserably. “That woman came here and cursed me and made everyone forget, that’s why.”

Maurice blinks. “And why would she do that?”

“Because I’m a monster!” howls the Beast. 

“Oh come now, I’m sure you’re not so terrible to look at when you’re bathed and dressed properly,” Maurice says without thinking. The Beast stares at him; he shrinks a little, then rallies. After all, the Beast could have killed him when he took the rose in the garden. Instead he dragged him inside and gave him tea and has been yelling at him that they know each other for a good half hour. “Do you have a name, monsieur?”

“I’m the Prince de Courcy.”

The name rings a bell in the back of Maurice’s mind. He grabs for the memory--no, it is gone. 

“Forgive me, mon Prince. I do not remember,” he says. “However, if it is paintings and clockworks you are interested in, I could surely accommodate.”

The Beast brightens. “You could?”

“Yes, indeed. I’ve been in need of interesting work.” And money, Maurice does not say, but the Beast is nodding. 

“You would want to bring your daughter here,” he says. “Is she, ah, is she by any chance single?”

Maurice raises his eyebrows. “I am not at liberty to discuss my daughter’s personal life, mon prince.”

“Of course not, forgive me.” The Beast rubs his forehead. “Look, I can offer you a year’s wages today if you and your daughter will take up residence here and put the artwork to rights. I’m bored and I’m lonely and it would do me well to see things restored. You would enter into a contract as you would if I weren’t cursed--let’s say six months--and after that you can stay or go as you choose. What do you say?”

Maurice considers it. Belle is certainly unhappy in the village, and this place would certainly count as an adventure. He nods, slowly. “I will need to discuss it with my daughter, but I am certain she will agree. Please give me two days to return to town and arrange things, and I will return.”

The Beast nods, looking delighted, and sends Maurice on his way with saddlebags filled with fine food and wines, sketchbooks and paints. And when the artist and his daughter return to the castle, he looks, if not like a human prince, at least like a gentleman. The Durants may not remember that they were originally intended to come here, but Adam is going to make the best of it now that they are here. 

[thehargrovewhore]

shut me up | billy hargrove [18+, NSFW]

summary;

the classic enemies turned lovers cliche! in which; billy and his next door neighbor have never gotten along, but one night changes everything.

warnings;

swearing. smut. dirty talk. soft billy [if you squint]. this story is NSFW as fuck ladies and gentlemen👌🏻

authors note;

forbidden fruit part two is coming very soon! but for now, please enjoy this beaut.

―

he was such an asshole. he was conceited, he was cocky, he was unnecessarily loud and he was always looking for a fight. billy hargrove was a nightmare, if you ask her. she knew from the moment she saw him that he was trouble.

billy played his music extra loud to piss her off, revved his camaro when she walked by and thrived off of cat-calling her in the hallways simply to get under her skin and make her squirm under his heavy gaze.

since the arrival of billy hargrove; her life has been hellish and the prick knew it. he went out of his way to make the most immature comments he could think of; every single time she walked past him in school. and, to make matters worse, he was her next door neighbor.

he would smirk at her smugly from his window when his classic rock music would interrupt her studying or stand on his porch to poke fun at her, when she was tending to her mom's rose garden in the front yard. overall - she did not care much for the brooding california native.

but was he beautiful? unrealistically. billy has those ocean blue eyes that made her weak in the knees, a pearly white smile, dirty blonde hair and a shredded body. he wouldn't be so bad at all, if his personality wasn't complete shit.

he was everything she was not. she was passive, shy and overly commited to her schoolwork. which of course had made her the prime target for billy and his friends. she's a bore, as most people say, who never let's loose. but, what people don't know about her, won't hurt them.

she wasn't innocent. she smokes like a chimney & swears like a sailor. she has been hooking up with an out-of-town guy for the last four months, and chooses to allow people their perceptions on her. what they thought was shy; was simply her having absolutely nothing to say.

but, if billy hargrove or his buddies, knew anything about these topics she would be done for. which is why she has kept her mouth shut, and tried to mind her business. but, as if he were a dark cloud hanging over her head, it was a fact that billy would fuck with her no matter what.

like right now, for example. she is walking down the halls, trying to beat the rush-hour of restless teenagers, and he is hot on her tail with that fucking smirk on his face. there was certain times that she wanted to slap it clean off.

she hated him sometimes. but, then again, she just could not hate him completely - she was in close range to billys home and could often hear what his father was doing. his life was terrible when you peeled back the layers.

"you know it's almost summer, babe. i don't see why you insist on dressing like a nun." he spoke, with a gruff laugh that rumbled in his chest and made her heart beat faster.

she looked down at her light pink sweater and blue jeans, before raising a single hand and giving him the finger. she was never one to show what she was packing, even when the weather got disgustingly warm outside.

"don't call me babe, asshole. why does it even matter how i dress? leave me alone." she huffed, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear and heading over to her locker with haste. she was supposed to be meeting her lover and was not keen on being late to an hour or two of satisfaction.

"normally, i would be happy too doll. but since your mom asked susan if i can bring you home today, i might as well have a little bit of fun while i'm at it." billy grinned. she's in no mood for his irritating bullshit right now, however.

she scoffed, pushing her books into her locker before she slammed it shut again. her mother was clueless when the matters came down to billy. she didn't see past the whole charming persona that he put on around all women.

"i don't need a ride home. my friend is already waiting for me outside. hate to burst your bubble, pretty boy. now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to be late." she scowled.

billy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion; and he raised one muscular arm up to block her in. "you don't have friends. i know for a damn fact that you're always alone. who is it?"

his brashness made her angry. who the hell is he, to make her answer that question? like it's any of his business. she rolled her eyes obnoxiously, putting one hand on her hip.

"it's not any of your business, hargrove. sorry that i refuse to surround myself with mindless idiots. please get out of my way now, your whores are waiting for you." she spoke, gesturing behind him to heather and tina.

when billy turned his head to smirk at the girls, y/n took a chance and sneakily slipped under his burly arm. "damnit! this conversation isn't over babe!" billy yelled loudly while she made a bee-line for the school's front doors.

"that is a funny concept, because i'm walking away." she sneered, before turning on her heel and going outside to eric's awaiting car.

a very angry and sexually frustrated billy was left behind, standing in the hallway with his fists clenched tightly.

he just had to find out what his little spitfire was doing, as it was obvious that she is hiding something, and has been hiding something for quite some time now.

―

two hours later after being fucked in the backseat of her lovers car, she was now adjusting her sweater and fixing up her messy hair in the rearview mirror. with a cigarette in one hand and her notebook in the other; she gave the breathless boy next to her one final kiss.

eric was good fun. he was not the best, but he got the job done with enthusiasm as far as she's concerned.

"call me again soon, i had fun." she purred, getting out of his car and shutting the door gently. her parent's weren't home, which meant she was free to smoke in peace. she placed the cigarette between her lips, and walked up the front steps with wobbling legs.

as if clockwork billy had pulled into his usual parking spot while she was fumbling in her bag for the house keys. and her heart stopped within' her chest; when his eyes landed on her.

she still had the cigarette between her lips.

billy got out of his camaro with a wide smile, standing to the side of it and taking a drag off of his own cigarette. it was obvious that he was upset about something.

maybe one of his many dates wouldn't fuck him.

"am i dreaming or is that you, babe?" billy smirked. but it's not his usual smirk, which was condescending and cocky.

this one is dark and mischievous. she wondered what this nuisance has up his sleeve now.

"you're very observant, hargrove." she spat angrily. it was a quick response that was full of underlying irritation.

"looks like there is a lot of things i didn't know about you, princess. but you don't kiss and tell." he inquired smugly.

"oh, go fuck yourself." she snapped, getting her key into the lock and turning it once. she took one last puff, billy knew she smoked now, so no point in trying to mask it.

she dropped the cigarette on the ground, mumbling to herself about how arrogant he is before - and prepared herself for the brewing rumors to begin swirling. he will definitely let tommy and carol know about this.

this is the last thing she wanted tonight.

when she turned around to flip him off one last time, billy was already directly in front of her. she gasped -- backing up quickly and almost falling into the opened doorframe.

billy's thick arm shot out to wrap around her waist before pulling her flush against his chest. with one hand, he then moved a piece of hair away from her face lovingly making goosebumps arise on her skin.

she has never been so close to him before. she could feel the heat from his chest and was tempted to touch him. it was like seeing him in a new light; and she was cursing at herself internally for these newfound emotions.

"what are you doing? let me go." she bluffed, trying to pull back from his grip but he was not budging at all. his eyes; they were so damn dark compared to their usual blue hue resembling the pacific ocean.

"i saw you fucking him in his car. i don't like it." billy spoke lowly, backing her up into her house and closing the front door with his foot. she should of hit him, right in that self- assured face of his, then forced him to leave.

but, she just could not ignore the returning ache between her legs.

"why were you watching me?" she spat, crossing both of her arms over her chest with purpose. billy chuckled and shook his head at her state of oblivion. "you're supposed to be the smart one here, princess. i have wanted you for months now. do you have any clue what it's like to watch you fucking that asshole?" he snapped, closing in on her.

she was backed against the wall of her kitchen, and could barely see straight through her lust-filled haze. "you say it like that was such an obvious fact, billy. you've been such an asshole to me since day one. and all of the sudden you want to fuck me?" she quipped lightly, breathing ragged.

he pressed himself against her petite frame before taking her by surprise and lifting her onto the counter with ease.

SMUT.

he leaned forward, taking her lips in a breathtaking kiss. it sent shockwaves straight down to her toes. she has had a fair share of kisses in her life but this one decimated them all from her memory. it was full of fire and beautiful.

"i'm not going to fuck you, baby. i'm going to ruin you. i'm going to make sure that you feel my cock for days. when i am done with you; you are all mine. do you understand?"

she found herself nodding in submission, grinding herself against his clothed cock, absolutely desperate for him. he was making her stomach burn with hunger. she has never been one for being submissive, but with billy; she wanted him to have that control over her.

his hand drew back and sent a punishing slap directly on her clothed pussy; causing her to squeal sharply, and dig her nails into the shoulders of his leather jacket. billy was not happy with non-verbal responses, and she is learning that pretty damn quickly.

when she didn't respond to his command again, he sent a second slap to her pussy, and this time with purpose. and right now, she could quite literally orgasam on the spot. it was like electric shockwaves vibrating her core.

"yes! holy shit! yes, i understand billy." she relented before squirming away from his overwhelming touch. "i'm yours! please just fuck me already." she whined - biting his lip for some added persuasion, which seemed to do the trick.

he lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, before walking down the hallway and to her bedroom on the left. she was kissing his neck the entirety of their journey teasingly, and billy was ready to pounce.

knowing they don't have much time; he was not going to waste any time with her. "did the frat boy make you cum? did he make you feel good?" billy taunted while laying her down on her silk sheets and climbing on top of her. she is quick to nod at him playfully, trying to piss him off a little.

eric did make her feel good; but he did not make her cum so it wasn't a complete lie. billy growled again and flipped her onto her tummy. she has never been manhandled this way and she was revelling in his strength.

she quickly lifted her sweater over her head, and groaned when billy's fingers traced up the base of her spine; so he can unclip her white bra and guide the straps down - billy hissed at the sight of her milky white indiana skin.

he pulled her back against his chest - one hand wrapping around her throat while the other unbuttoned her jeans & his hand casusally slipped inside her panties. she writhed against him, pushing her ass into his hard-on greedily.

with two fingers, billy began to rub her clit relentlessly. its unexpected and overwhelming, causing her to cry out. he smirked, his lips nipping at the soft skin of her neck, while the hand around her throat only seemed to tighten.

billy suddenly pushed her back onto her stomach before guiding her jeans down her legs - her panties coming off in the process. she mewled at the feeling of cold air now hitting her damp folds.

she felt his hands spread her cheeks; obviously taking a moment to admire the goods - and she flushed red with embarrassment and pure lust. his hand traced teasingly up her spine once more, before grabbing another hand- full of her hair as another throaty command sounded.

"stick your ass up in the air, nice and pretty for me." while she is already a trembling mess and legs felt like jelly, she did as told and arched her back, pronouncing her ass, for billy's anticipated viewing pleasure.

the two fingers began to travel downwards and tease her entrance lightly, before billy pushed them inside her, until he was knuckle deep and resting against her g-spot. "that is a good pussy right there." he groaned deeply, and she is only turned on further upon hearing his dirty words.

she cried out loudly, hands clawing at her sheets - as the rapid fire began to spread deep within' her belly. her hips, now thrusting back against his rapid moving hand had to be stilled due to her constant squirming. her mewling did not help matters when it came to billy's raging hard-on.

the sounds of his thick fingers plummeting in and out of her with pussy with violently fast strokes could be heard throughout her small room, along with her soft moans & billy's own grunts of approval. she was so close- but she wanted to cum on his cock, not on his fingers.

she knew they had at least 45 more minutes- but did not want to waste anymore time. she knew this would not be their last time seeing each other, so foreplay could wait.

"billy, please! i really need you to fuck me." she whined. he chuckled darkly, but obeyed her wishes nonetheless. with another low growl, billy withdrew his soaked fingers.

he shed his leather jacket off and unbuttoned shirt, while she flipped back around and got his blue jeans down and around his ankles, where he kicked them off with haste.

billy kept his boxer briefs on and simply sliding his cock out through the convenient hole in the front. she took a moment to marvel at his girth, before she was laid onto her back, her head hitting the soft pillows beneath her.

billy climbed in between her legs, his arms bringing y/n's legs up to wrap around his waist securely. he looked into her eyes, searching for consent - as if she didn't give him enough already, and she absolutely melted under him.

she has spent such a long time disliking him, that it didn't cross her mind just how much she really liked him. maybe being his wouldn't be a bad thing. maybe being his would be the greatest blessing in the whole world.

"make me yours, billy." she declared, thrusting her hips up and prodding her soaked entrance against his tip. he then kissed her with all the passion he could muster; before he thrust his hips forward and entering her in one thrust that took the breath from her lungs and made her toes curl.

"you feel fucking amazing, princess." billy hissed, drawing his hips back until only his tip was at her entrance, before slamming back into her and bottoming out again. shes an incoherent mess already; writhing and moaning under his heavy body that fit so perfectly against hers.

billy's hips began to piston against hers, fucking her into the mattress, making her breasts bounce with every one of his relentless thrusts. she was wailing loudly, her nails clawing his shoulders and back painfully; but he loved it.

"oh fuck! oh my god, please don't stop!" she moaned - as his cock began to hit her g-spot with expert precision. he was making good on his earlier promise. billy was ruining her, and she absolutely loved the sting of pain that came along with each rough movement of his hips.

"did the frat boy make you feel this good, baby?" his deep voice taunted once more. billy moved onto his knees, and pressed her knees against her chest; fucking her at a new angle that made her scream for him. she shook her head - unable to form any words besides loud pleas for more.

y/n has never been fucked like this. her eyes drifted shut; cherishing the way he began to slowly rub her clit before swiveling his muscular hips deliciously into her core. "oh! it feels so fucking good billy, please fuck me harder!" she cried out unashamedly. she just could not get enough.

billy obeyed her wishes with a deep groan, before leaning back some more and holding her legs in place against her chest. he snapped his hips into her harder; the sounds of his cock destroying her pussy with wet smacks, could be heard in the bedroom along with her growing screams.

"open your eyes and look at me, pretty girl. i know you are about to cum for me, and i want you to know exactly who you're cumming for." billy declared through heavy pants.

she opened her eyes, maintaining eye contact with him. it made the coil deep within' her stomach begin to tighten.

"such a pretty sight, princess. all fucked out, and ready to cum all over my cock." he growled, rubbing her sore clit in time with his brutal thrusts. billy was so close but wanted to see the girl who used to hate him; falling apart for him.

"oh my god, billy! yes! right there!" she screamed - feeling the coil tighten mercilessly before snapping. she saw little white spots in her vision as her orgasam washed over her.

"fuck! that's right baby, cum for me." billy growled, seeing the sweat begin to stick to her forehead; as her legs were still shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. "this pussy is all mine now, princess. you are all fucking mine."

with that, billy pulled his cock out of the tight confines of her soaking wet pussy, before spilling his load on her little stomach. in that moment, he wanted to snap a picture, to commemorate this lust-filled moment fully.

he got off her bed, searching around the room for a towel so she wouldn't be soaked in his hot release. after cleanin' her up, she expected him to gather his clothes and leave.

but he didn't. instead, billy pulled her covers aside and he slipped into bed with her. she was shocked; but her heart was so overwhelmed with love that she didn't say a word.

billy pulled her into his chest after lighting up a cigarette. normally she would yell at him for smoking in her room & demand that he goes outside, but she could care less.

they laid there silently, his free hand now playing with the smooth locks of her hair. "i know that i'm an asshole. but i can change for you." billy confessed. she looked up at him with wide eyes, realizing that he wanted more than sex.

she shook her head, moving from her comfortable spot & straddling him. with one hand on her thigh, billy gazed up at her through cloudy blue eyes and thick black lashes.

she leaned down, giving him a passionate kiss. one that took the breath from his lungs this time. her gentleness, the way she touched him so lightly like she was afraid to hurt him and the feeling of her soft lips was pure heaven.

after pulling away; she looked down at the blue-eyed boy and genuinely smiled at him for the first time. he was just so beautiful, she could not find a single flaw on his face.

he was an asshole, that much is for sure, but he was hers.

"there isn't anything i would change about you, hargrove."

[mongniel]

comfort zone

member: ong seongwu genre: fluff summary: you were fine with how everything was but seongwu was pushing your limits.  a/n: can’t believe im out here writing this long ass fic. that isn’t angst or daniel...

you’re not the type to go for it or seize the moment while it was there. no, there had to be a proper thought process before you made a ‘serious’ decision like your next meal, accepting someone in your friend circle, or relationships. you put a lot more thought into things than people believe you do. your friends think you make easy choices because you’re so nonchalant or find no difficulty in saying no.

but in truth? saying no was easier than saying yes.

saying yes was like taking a step out of your comfort zone. it was too risky and too different for you to handle. saying yes meant accepting and change. saying yes meant something new. although you didn’t like how things are at the moment, you were comfortable and definitely aren’t ready for anything out of your range.

comfort was a cup of taro green milk tea from gongcha with 30% percent sugar and coconut topping. comfort was earbuds in your ears and your music on 11+ volume. comfort was laying in a warm bed and cold pillow on your right side while your phone was playing your night playlist.

you say you like change, but you weren’t welcoming to changes that made a difference in your life.

like him.

he was a 180cm male (or so he claims, you still believe he’s lying about 2cm or so) that sweeps his hair to the side and makes jokes so he can see your “rare starlight smile”. yes, you cringe every time you hear him say that, but no matter how much you deject him, his smile doesn’t knock off his face around you.

he was ong seongwu.

now, ong seongwu was your natural smooth talker that you wouldn’t trust on a normal day. unfortunately, no day was ever really normal when he was around. you see, seongwu likes you. well, you don’t really believe him, but he likes to reminds you that he does by holding flower and waiting for you outside your classroom or taking your bag and walking you to class. no matter how many times you’ve told him you’d report him (he’d fire back with the typical ‘report our marriage’ line).

you couldn’t win with seongwu because he was witty. anything you’d say to him would backfire and cause a series of stuttering and a red flustered face. all of which he completely enjoys watching.

sparking ong’s interest isn’t an easy task. he’s easily bored and you’re not exactly categorized as “fun mania”. most people don’t see what seongwu sees in you, but he saw everything in you.

you were first introduced through a mutual friend, minhyun. he told you his group of friends were entertaining. you expected a group of people like him, reserved and enjoyable during silence. nope, instead, you got ong seongwu, kang daniel, and kim jaehwan.

‘til to this day, you’re unsure if they’re fun or a headache, but you stuck around (not like you had much of a choice when ong was sticking onto your shoulder).

“are you guys going to the movies tonight?” you asked the boys during lunch.

“can’t. i got an orgo exam tomorrow,” minhyun sighed. 

“fuck, that’s tonight? i got a date,” jaehwan cursed, “i really wanted to see the last maze runner.”

“uh, if i drop out of this too, would you hate me?” daniel sheepishly smiled at you.

you glared at him and he rubbed his hands together apologetically.

“if you don’t go, it’d only be me and––”

“hey guys,” seongwu greeted the table and squeezed himself in between you and daniel despite there being room next to daniel on the other side.

speaking of the devil.

“really?” you rolled your eyes and picked up your trash, hopefully making your exit.

“hey, sunshine,” he gave you his special smile, specifically reserved for you.

“do you always have to look like that?” you asked.

“like what?” he smirked and you could tell he was anticipating for your answer.

you turned your head towards minhyun’s direction and ignored seongwu’s attempt to get you flustered, “looks like no movie tonight.”

“you can go with seongwu,” daniel suggested.

“yeah, you can always go with me,” seongwu squished closer to you.

“daniel, please come along too,” you looked pass seongwu and onto daniel.

“hey, why can’t two friends go to the movies together?” seongwu got in daniel’s way and asked you, “unless you don’t see me as a friend then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“i don’t see you as a friend––wait, i mean i do. i––we––listen, we’re nothing.”

you sure sounded firm.

seongwu’s smile grew and that only meant he was completely indulged at this moment. the little stuttering you were doing? he was living for that.

“then there wouldn’t be a problem going together,” he shrugged.

“just date already,” daniel muttered only making your cheeks rosy and seongwu’s entertainment heightened.

“this is not a date,” you assured.

“so, we’re going?” seongwu’s eyes gleamed.

“yes,” you then thought for a moment and realized what you answer, “no! wait, no, unless daniel comes w––”

“i’ll pick you up at 8pm,” he didn’t give you a chance to answer him and pitched your cheeks real quick before running off, “8pm!”

“what? wait, hey! ong!” you shouted and got up from your seat, tripping over your own feet going after him.

minhyun and jaehwan looked at you two, shaking their heads.

“i never thought i’d see the day where y/n would be running after him,” jaehwan chuckled.

like it was clockwork, seongwu was outside your apartment building, leaning against his car with a single flower in hand. he was oddly punctual. from what you’ve heard, he was always late for class, club meetings, and even a hang out with the guys. but with you? he’s always right on time or five minutes early.

“i told you that you didn’t need to give me flowers,” you said as you stuffed your hands inside your jacket pockets to keep warm.

“i know,” he said as he pushed himself off his car and towards you, “so i got you one.”

seongwu always stared at you like you’re the only person he knew.

“don’t look at me like that, seongwu,” you pressed your lips together and glanced down at your shoes before looking back up at him.

“i can look at you a billion times and not get sick of you,” he said as if it wasn’t the cheesiest line you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.

“i dont understand why you even like me,” you took the flower out of his hand and walked around to get into the front seat.

getting inside himself, seongwu answered you, “because you’re you and you make me feel different.”

“stop spitting lines you’ve heard from romantic movies.”

your heart was thumping and you didn’t know why. maybe your head was actually processing that it was just the two of you for once. you were in his car and he was playing tunes from his phone. from time to time, he’d look over at you to check if you’re still on earth.

he liked the look you have on your face when you’re in your own little world. you’d stare at one thing, so focused that your brows are kind of scrunched up.

“they’re not just lines,” he said after ten minutes from your last line.

“what?” you gave him your attention, waking yourself from your thoughts.

“the lines i tell you, they’re not just lines,” he started off, “and the flowers... i catch you drawing daisies and sunflowers when you don’t want to finish an assignment. they’re perfect flowers that suit you.”

“seongwu––”

“i do like you, you know,” he continued and you let him, “i like... everything about you. i like when i tease you and you kind of trip on your own words. i like that you say no to me yet you still always show up. i like that you don’t smile to just anyone. so when i do make you smile, i feel so lucky. i just like you but i kind of fear you don’t take my feelings seriously.”

for the first time, you stare at seongwu. you take in every detail of him. his small lips, smooth skin, pierced ears, straight lashes, soft eyes, strong hands... then he smiled and you realized that it was nice too.

“i know,” you said softly as if you were scared he’d hear you, “but...”

you’re scared. it was too far from what you knew. too new. too raw.

“did your last boyfriend scar you?” he asked you sincerely. no humor in his voice which made you feel more humiliated.

“no,” you simply answered and did not go further into details, but he was smart and caught on.

“have you been in a relationship before?”

the question had your eyes widened and your ears perked. how did he know? you thought. 

“i... no,” your voice softened even more.

“are you scared?” he asked as he reached out for your hand. making sure he doesn’t go too fast, he only played with your fingers as he drove.

you kind of liked it.

“probably,” you were unsure yourself.

“do you... like me?” he asked you cautiously. he feared an answer he’d hate to hear.

“i like this... right now... kind of.”

as you answered, he intertwined your fingers with his. they were warm, you noted.

“you know, whenever you talk, my heart rate quickens,” he tried to laugh it off then led your hand to his chest, “feel that? it’s super fast because it’s exciting to hear you talk and for me to actually know how you’re feeling.”

“ong, you’re making me nervous,” you frowned and took your hand away from his chest.

“sorry,” he sheepishly laughed, “but can i still hold your hand?”

why was he asking such embarrassing questions? 

you don’t answer and seongwu was disappointed... for a whole two seconds before you slipped your own fingers into his.

seongwu was just by your side and he felt lucky.

“how was the movie last night?” minhyun asked you.

“it was good,” you kept your answer to a minimal.

“and seongwu?” he raised his brow.

you stopped your busy hands and looked over a minhyun. “what about seongwu?” you asked.

“how was seongwu?”

“seongwu was... seongwu,” you pursed your lips and went back to your book to distract yourself from the thought of last night.

not even twenty minutes later, you gathered your things and excused yourself from the table. the moment you turned to leave, you saw ong seongwu walking in and talking to the librarian, probably asking her if she’s seen you.

she pointed right at you and you only quickly smiled at her before charging yourself towards the exit. you didn’t want to talk to seongwu right now. not after last night.

not much even happened, other that small talk and hand holding in the car. you guys watched the movie and he took you home and watched you walk into your apartment building. seongwu didn’t kiss you or force to do anything you didn’t like. so basically, nothing happened after the car ride.

you were just overthinking the events of last night. for example, before the kiss scene, you were comfortably resting your head on your palm towards seongwu’s side. but as soon as that scene started, you curled back into the center of your seat, thinking about whether seongwu was going to kiss you that night. series of imaginations of what ifs had you spinning in circles and probably screwing yourself over.

simply, you were confusing yourself. you didn’t know what you wanted (or rather you were scared of what you wanted), which lead to a string of lies to yourself.

you were lying to yourself.

“y/n,” he called your name as if he was breathless like you made him breathless.

you stopped your trail and you were debating with yourself again. do you just say ‘bye’ and try to dip like how you always did before yesterday or do you simple, greet him, and walk out the door?

your lips curled shyly at him. unknowingly, you chose option two. he, of course, followed along with you.

“did you sleep well?” he asked.

why is he asking that?

“sort of,” you mumbled and from the corner of your eye, you can see him smiling to himself.

“i hardly slept. i’m running on caffeine right now,” he said as he raised his (nasty) cup of americano.

“i genuinely don’t know how you drink those,” you frowned, thinking back at the time you tasted the horrid drink, “why couldn’t you sleep anyway?”

“it’s not for the taste,” he chuckled, “and i couldn’t sleep because reality is actually getting better than dreams.”

that had your head turning.

“i think you like me,” he blatantly admitted, “you just don’t know it.”

you kind of did know. you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. but now that he was pinning at the fact, you had to face it. you shifted uncomfortably as your hands clenched to help the contractions that was coming from your pulse.

he was getting better at this whole heart flipping thing.

because you didn’t say anything and just had a deep look in your eyes, he went on, “i think you like me, but you don’t know if you want to. so, i just thought i’d try and ask...”

you blinked. he was holding back. he was nervous. he was scared (too).

“will you go on a date with me? like one where we can talk a lot and not just sit and watch a movie, worrying about what the other is thinking?” he finally spatted out, “i mean––it can be anything you want, if you want it to be another movie date, i’m okay with that. i just want to spend time with you.”

the constraints in your chest were getting worse.

“i––” you started but quickly cancelled because you were distracted by him staring at you intensely for an answer, “okay.”

god, you’re nervous and clammy. you hated this feeling, but you don’t. at least, right there and then.

“w––wait,” he stuttered (for what you think was the first time), “for real? yes?”

seongwu’s eyes never sparkled as they did then. he wasn’t sure what to expect from asking you out. maybe a little push-and-pull, but you just said ‘okay’.

you nodded, confirming that you were being ‘for real’.

he dove in for hug so tight that he carried and spun you around out of pure excitement. when he placed you down, he cupped your warm cheeks and grinned so widely down at you before going in for a kiss.

you felt the fireworks throughout your entire body. you weren’t even sure if you could stand so your fingers gripped on his sleeves tightly.

his thumb caressed your jawline throughout the kiss. his lips were surprisingly nice against yours and his nose brushing at the apples of your cheeks.

you were far from your comfort zone.

when he lets go, he remembered a small important detail: you probably never kissed anyone before.

his ear to ear smile disappeared as he looked at how out of breath you were.

“shit––i fucked up, didn’t i? was i going too fast? i won’t kiss you anymore if you don’t want me to. y/n... are you okay? i’m so sorry,” he brushed out all the hair out of your face and searched for any signs of regret, “you can cancel that date and i’ll understand completely... even if i don’t really want that to happen.”

“no,” you simply replied, with your fingers still wrapped into his sleeves, “i liked it.”

you were red from the small confession, looking down as if you were a kid about to be punished. seongwu pulled you into his chest, letting you bury your embarrassment there.

“i feel like the more i get to know you, the deeper the hole i’m digging for myself,” he chuckled and you felt the vibrations against your face, “i’m so fucking whipped and we haven’t been on our first date yet.”

although you’re still uncertain about a lot of things that were going on right now, you were uncomfortably comfortable.

[mayviolet]

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