#suprise sneak peek at my idea

[reading-writing-dying]

Me adding another fic plan to my list as if I'll ever get around to writing it

[prettygirl-gabi]

Suprise bubs

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !non-athletic fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: who doesn't love suprise visits on important days.

The hum of a hairdryer echoed through the suite as I stepped quietly down the hall, my heart racing in anticipation. Paige had no idea I was here. She thought I was still back home, dealing with work and classes, completely oblivious to the fact that I had coordinated this entire surprise with her best friends. Today was one of the most important days of her life—the WNBA Draft—and there was no way I’d miss it.

I tugged my dress down a little, smoothing out the fabric. It was pink, flowy, and entirely different from the oversized hoodie I’d been wearing when I left the airport hours earlier. My heels clicked softly against the tile as I stopped outside the door to her suite.

“Is she almost ready?” I whispered to Nika, who peeked out of the door.

Her eyes lit up as she nodded. “Perfect timing, ma. She’s almost done. You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Born ready,” I whispered, grinning.

Nika chuckled, letting me slip inside. The scene was chaotic but organized—Paige sat on a stool near the window, her hair being curled as Azzi and KK lounged on the couch nearby, chatting about the draft. The room smelled like strawberries and Nutella, her favorite snack, which she held in her lap, too preoccupied to notice me sneaking in.

I took a deep breath, letting my nerves settle, and leaned casually against the doorframe. “Wow, P. I didn’t know they made statues that moved.”

Paige’s head snapped up, her wide blue eyes locking on mine. The spoonful of Nutella she’d been holding froze mid-air, and her jaw dropped. “Baby?”

“Surprise,” I said, smirking as I walked toward her.

She stood up so fast she nearly knocked over the plate of strawberries. “Ma, what—how—what are you doing here?” Her voice was filled with disbelief, and she blinked rapidly as if making sure I was real.

“It’s our anniversary, isn’t it?” I said, stopping in front of her and tipping my head back to meet her gaze.

Paige wrapped her arms around me, lifting me slightly off the ground. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy about you,” I teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

She set me down gently, her hands lingering on my waist. “You didn’t have to fly out. You’ve got so much going on.”

I cupped her face, brushing my thumb along her jawline. “I’m not missing this, P. This is your dream, and I’ll always be here to support you.”

“Ugh, you two are disgusting,” Nika said, throwing a pillow at us.

“Jealous?” I shot back, laughing as Paige pulled me closer.

“Maybe,” Nika muttered, but she was grinning.

Paige tugged me toward her stool, sitting back down and keeping one hand in mine. “You really didn’t tell me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I said, leaning against the counter. “How’s the glam going? You look good, bubs.”

“Thanks, mamas,” she said, her cheeks turning pink. “They’re almost done, I think.”

I grinned. “Well, good. Gotta make sure my girl looks perfect when she goes number one.”

“Stop,” she groaned, covering her face with her free hand. “You’re gonna jinx it.”

“Never,” I teased, winking at her stylist. “But maybe add a little extra blush. She looks so cute when she’s all flushed.”

“Baby,” Paige whined, her face now fully red.

“What?” I said innocently, laughing as she shook her head.

When her glam session was done, Paige stood and turned to me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You look beautiful, ma.”

“Thanks, P,” I said, doing a little spin for her. “Gotta make sure I’m worthy of being your plus-one.”

“You’re always worthy,” she said softly, pulling me in for a kiss.

The draft was a whirlwind of emotions. I held Paige’s hand tightly as her name was called first, the room erupting in cheers. She turned to me immediately, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “We did it, baby,” she whispered, squeezing my hand.

“No, you did it,” I said, kissing her quickly before she headed to the stage.

Watching her stand there, holding up her new team’s jersey with that million-watt smile, filled me with so much pride I thought my heart might burst.

After the draft, Paige had arranged for a private dinner to celebrate both her achievement and our anniversary. She led me into a quiet, candlelit restaurant, her hand never leaving mine. When we reached our table, my eyes widened. A massive bouquet of flowers sat waiting for me, a mix of roses, lilies, and peonies.

“Paige,” I breathed, looking up at her.

“Happy anniversary, ma,” she said, leaning down to kiss me. “Thank you for being my rock. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

I smiled, blinking back tears. “You’re gonna make me cry, P.”

“Good,” she teased, pulling out my chair for me.

Later that night, as we lay curled up on the couch back in her hotel suite, Paige pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, snuggling closer.

“Posting this,” she said, showing me an Instagram story. It was a picture of me from dinner, holding the bouquet of flowers. The caption read: Draft day, anniversary, all with my forever girl. 💜

“Paige,” I whispered, my heart swelling.

“It’s time, baby,” she said, pressing her forehead to mine. “The world deserves to know who I’m doing all of this for.”

I kissed her softly, letting the love I felt for her speak for itself.

That night, as her post flooded with likes and comments, I realized just how lucky I was to have her—not as a superstar, but as my P.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[mynameismisty]

JUST THE SMALL THINGS| RAIDEN X PRINCESS!READER

☆SUMMARY: All he wanted was to be with you, but that isn't so easy with the fact you were royalty. But you'd make it out right? Right?

☆ORIGIN: honestly i just said "fuck it lets play a taylor swift song and write about it", shuffled the playlist and had love story play first so LMAO

☆ADDED: Honestly idc if its shit i just needed to project my idea on something😭

☆"I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess."☆

You came from royalty, just a small kingdom near Outworld. Yet, being from a small kingdom, you were still known amongst Outworlders, practically being able to recognize you everywhere you go.

You still remember when Liu Kang called you to the Temple to help train his students, and that's where you met Raiden. Something just clicked between you two, you guys had chemistry, and Liu Kang gave knowing looks at you but you just shrugged them off. Besides, you were just helping train them right?

But you felt a pang of sadness when the day came to an end and you had to be escorted back to your palace.

You also remembered when he chased after your carriage, yelling.

"Wait! Ms. Y/L/N!"

"Stop the carriage!" You said as you turned a light shade of pink when you peeked through the door of it. "Yes, Raiden?" You said, trying to look unbothered, even thought your heart was racing a million miles per second.

"I- I never got a way to communicate with you. May I have the opportunity to write to you by any chance, your Highness?" He asked subtly, giving a small smile with worried eyes.

You stared at him for a minute before giving a short smile.

"You may. And-" You hesitated. "And you can call me Y/N instead. I prefer it rather than my last name." And you gave him a piece of paper with your location, plus your number.

"I...I have to go now Raiden. If I do ever have the time to help train you at the temple, I will. See you around, I suppose?" You gave a chuckle and waved goodbye to him.

"Thank you, your Highness. I'll write to you as soon as I can." He smiled at you dreamily and waved goodbye as your carriage left the temple. Your soft chuckle seemed to echo through the walls of his head as he watched you get further and further away.

Your parents, as king and queen were strict about their only daughter. And you needed to write to Liu Kang to help ask for permission to help train at the temple. Fortunately, your parents gave in and allowed you to go. With simply just giving you a curfew and their basic rules of "no boys or boyfriends". Which you hated alot, I mean, you were in an arranged marriage alright, but that doesn't mean you had to be stripped away from fun.

"Really? A curfew? I'm past eighteen, mother! I should be able to make my own decisions!"

"And mess up our chance with the other Kingdom? You are going to be married to the prince of the neighbouring Kingdom and yet you want to act like a wild party animal?"

"Mother, I'm not acting like that! I'm only leaving for the Shaolin Temple, for god's sake!"

After this small argument, your mother decided to take back allowing you to go and made you stay in your room.

And you did so, slamming the door as loud as you could as you heard your father shooing Liu Kang away.

You were annoyed. Pissed to say the least. I mean you were stuck here and you wouldn't be able to see the cute boy that you liked maybe a little too much.

You refused to be stuck inside there and did what any normal girl would do.

Sneak out.

And sneak out you did, you had rope you kept in your drawer and tossed it out your window, tying it to your bed post and climbing down.

You ran, you ran so fast you felt like you were about to lose your breath and fall. But needless to say you made it and climbed over the wall, giving a smile of triumph after managing to get out without getting seen.

Liu kang was suprised to even see you at the Temple.

"Y/N? Why are you here? You should be stuck at the palace right now." He said, giving a genuine, but very confused smile.

"I.. persuaded them to let me come." You lied between a tight smile. "I managed to change their mind. Again."

So he just smiled back and gave you a small hug.

"Come then, the boys already left, as I let them have a day off but you are free to have tea here."

You looked sad and sighed. Oh wait, but was he here?

"Is...well, you know, here?"

Liu Kang suddenly seemed to realize why you were so persistent on coming.

"This small crush seems quite funny to me, you have your hand in marriage yet you don't seem inlove with him. And to answer your question, Y/N, I think he left to-"

"Oh! Who left?" You heard a very familiar voice say. "Y/N! I mean- Your Highness! You came." He came up to you, and he was shirtless, with droplets of sweat coming from his very very formed chest.

"Yeah, yeah." You said cluelessly as you stared at his chest. It looked like it was carved by the Elder gods specifically just for you. "Yeah- I was- I was wondering when you were going to write."

"I was about to after seeing that you weren't coming but I mean, hey I see you did come."

You stared at him and he stared at you. And both of you just started staring into eachothers eyes, trying to read any feelings inside them.

"I'll leave you two then." Liu Kang said, as he gave a small nod accompanied by a smile and walked away.

"Well then...uhm..do you wanna eat out somewhere after this?" He asked shyly, turning a slight shade of pink after asking.

"Yes! Shall we go to Madam Bo's?" You say excitedly.

"Madam Bo's? I thought as a princess from another Kingdom you wouldn't have heard of that place."

"Are you kidding me? I love that place! My parents got it delivered to our palace doorstep when I was a kid...actually I think you were the little boy I always saw with Madam Bo." You said, then suddenly realized something. "Did you always have that hat?" You pointed to the hat he held in his hands. "If you did then I'm sure you're the little boy I always saw as a kid then."

"Wow." was all Raiden managed to say. "To figure, back then I think I did always go to that specific palace atleast...3 times a week."

You smiled at him as he gave a small laugh.

"Well wow, I can't believe we already knew of eachother before meeting." He said.

Both of you were silent for a while before he spoke up.

"So Madam Bo's?" Raiden said as he put his shirt on and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Of course!" You tucked your hair behind your ear and mentally thanked yourself you wore something that wasn't flashy to not grab too much attention.

He finished up and stuck his arm out for you to hold.

"Such a gentleman for me." You laughed and linked your arm through his as you left the temple.

Liu Kang watched as you both walked off, laughing, arms linked and gave a knowing smile.

He knew you two would find eachother again.

Just like in any other timeline.

DO I MAKE A PART TWO OR SOMETHING

[antoncore]

Hii ceebear!! First of, thank you sm for that nickname!!! It is very cute 🥺🥰 and tysm for ur reply on my ask asw!!! Also u should DEF name that sohee bsf series, like not to force u or anything, but im saying in a sense that SO MANY of ur followers (incl me 🤩) would be SO down to see more of it 🥺😋

Talking abt expanding: lemme expand on the last seunghan thought!!!

You always being the innocent daughter, always making sure you get top grades according to ur parents, and following their strict rules! Not really mingling w ppl like "them" and always walking the other way on campus, that is until you meet seunghan, through one of ur classmates anton! Ofc u didn't think much of him as first, given he was a year above you guys, but as soon as u kept seeing him around everywhere when u were alone... The tension kept building. And he wasn't even like everyone said, even though you'd seen him beat up a few ppl on campus, right now all u could see was an annoying hot dude following u around and asking u random questions like "what's ur first class pretty?" "Should i help u hold ur stuff, angel?" all by the excuse of u being his best friends classmate 🥴

Even though initially you didn't like the idea kf hanging out with him, u were bored and tired of being locked up all summer, just in ur house, staring out the window! And to ur luck you'd be going to a nearby store to ur house and bump into seunghan there, breaking ur parents rules just a teeny bit and going to the park to sit on the swings and eat icecream for w him before going home. You finally starting the conversation for once, asking him how his summer break had been, and ofc he'd say smth cheeky like "its way better now that I've seen u princess 🥺" and you'd finally have the courage to ask him "why do u keep calling me all these nicknames" abd he'd be like "oh u silly baby, don't u get it, ur so pretty angel 🥺🥺🥴" and ofc from then onwards, you'd start texting him more and more, meeting up every few days for ice cream at the nearby park 🫂

But then one night, when ur up past when ur supposed to be, to ur suprise theres a quiet knock on ur window, u going to slowly peek behind the curtain and checking for any ghosts, whereas its just seunghan! He's panting and looking at you, and ur like "wtf?" (Not actually) Where he just says he missed you sm, asking u if u can kiss him whilst u stare at him with ur big eyes, you shakily saying yes, just pecking him at first, while he just pulls u closer! And like ofc ur scared bcoz mans in sitting on the windowsill still, like what if u both fall over 😭🤣, but he assures u he's got u (for life 😋🥰).

This becoming a frequent reoccurrence, every two or 3 days, 2am at ur window, while he just slowly pulls you to make out, cuddling a lil bit before u fall asleep n he goes home. But then as a few weeks go by, you'd start wondering why he hasn't asked for anything more, given that boys these age would always ask for sex 😐😕, but he'd reassure u sm, and be like "I don't want u for ur body angel, jus wanna kiss u till im breathless, cuddle u until u sleep and go home :)" AHSHSHSH. But then in the last week of summer break, u decide u just can't handle it anymore, so instead of him coming over like usual, you tell him you'll sneak out instead, and ofc he's all worried like 😕����⁉️ you slowly climbing out the window, in a shirt of his and a cute skirt, the dim moonlight making u look so 🥺🥰 while he keeps on asking u if ur comfortable whilst walking to his house 😋

Then in his bedroom, slowly making out just on lap, whilst you whisper that u wanna have sex w him, and he's like. 🥺 Asking if ur sure u wanna do that, and he reassures u sm!! Slowly kissing u everywhere, and then fingering u slow n nice, making sure u don't feel any discomfort!! And then yall actually have sex, where he just kisses the shit out of u 🥰🥰🥰 laying on his bed after a while but then u realise u have to go home :( but oh! Ur legs are literally jelly 🥴 so the fucking biggest simp he is, he piggy backs u all the way home🫂

And then, ofc you'd think that he'd ghosted u straight after, bcoz school was in 3 more days, but he still hadn't climbed through ur window as usual, and u were too scared to just text him :( just thinking abt the fact that he ghosted u after sex, BUT UR SO WRONG bcoz then 1 day before school, he pulls up with flowers and a cake and chocolates and everything, climbing through the window again 🤣, asking u to be his gf! And when he sees u upset bcoz u thought he was ghosting, he reassures u that he was only not coming over bcoz he was preparing all of this for u 🥺

You guys finally start dating, but ofc the ppl at school can't know given of ur different dynamics and one yr age gap in school, so finding time to meet up between classes, making out etc 🥴🥴 but then one day when one of seunghans friends talks abt him tryna "hit on" this one rlly cute sweet girl in a yr below, and says ur name, he can't handle it, him abd that guy getting in a fight. Seunghan coming over to urs w a bloody lip and bruise on cheek whilst ur just like "hannie :(" and he just says "nothing baby, just a lil quarrel", you cleaning his wound up, slowly kissing him everywhere, while he's just melting and so proud to have u 🥺🥺🥺

Oohh and also maybe him teaching u how to smoke weed one day, only when u ask him first tho, not like against ur willl askskssksk! Him inhaling first but then blowing the smoke in ur mouth EUGHHH SO HOT 🥴🥴 in conclusion he'd just be the sweetest bsf ever, defending u from everyone and everything, and also make u feel so giddy and melting in love..... Mmm, seunghan leaving hickies where ur parents can't see, like between ur thighs or ur tits, and he's always like "so happy ur mine, baby" AHHHHHHHH!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed ceeceebear!!! Pls add or respond to this if u have more thoughts related to it 😋😋🥰

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NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY OMFG!!! i loved reading this so much🥹🥹 you rlly rlly would make seunghan’s heart melt and all his friends would be questioning it because they’d never seen him so in love before :( also you should consider writing choccie hehe i rlly loved this concept you wrote aaaaa !!! everyone say thank you choccie for blessing us :P

[thegirlwholived1213]

could you please write about a leader that surrenders to save their friends and the enemy is suprised because they didn’t think they would actually do it? Thank you

Okay, I am officially alive!!!

With summer out and trips to take, I have been extremely busy. I’ve been off the computer and focusing on my book that I am writing, called Golden Ashes! I didn’t know what to do with this ask, but I love the idea soooooo I am going to use my characters for Golden Ashes! However, this doesn’t play into the actual story, but I thought I would use them because I’m getting the hang of their individuality. If you want to see some sneak peeks or info on these characters, let me know in the comments, but I am planning on publishing my book eventually via KDP! For now, enjoy! 

(Character run down! Elora is the main protagonist, Dayne the main antagonist. Aidan is Elora’s mentor, and Nori is her dearest friend and father figure. Cardan is Elora’s childhood friend/tentative love interest, and Tyler is Dayne’s right hand man.)

Surrender

Content warnings: Intimate whumper, minor violence, non-con kiss (It's on the nose) manhandling, sedation

Elora’s eyes whipped around the cave as she held the smartphone closer to her ear. Soft static buzzed in the background, but other than that she couldn’t hear anything. She knew she shouldn’t have answered the call, but the message would have been delivered regardless. So, while her friends slept by the dying fire, she had climbed the hill and pulled herself into this alcove. 

“Hello?” She whispered, knowing her voice might waver if she didn’t, “Who is this?” 

“You know full well who it is, Miss Eagle.” 

This was true. Nobody else would have called the phone in the middle of the mountains. She knew there was no service, but Dayne wouldn’t be held back by something so simple. Elora took a deep, silent breath, and released it. 

“What do you want?” 

Dayne’s smooth laughter made shudders run up and down her spine as it filled the line. Her mouth opened and closed, and yet she couldn’t fill her breath with words. Her Golden Eagle feathered wings sagged, suddenly feeling all too heavy.

“Now isn’t the time for silly questions, darling,” He cooed, voice thick and suave. Bile caught in her throat, but she forced herself to respond.

Heaven knows what would happen if she didn’t.

“Yes, I’m well aware. I’m assuming you have us– them, surrounded?” 

“You’re catching on. You know what you need to do.” 

Elora opened her mouth again, but the line clicked silent. 

She couldn’t stop the tears once they began to fall. Thick, wet streams that made her voice catch and chest stutter. How could she go through with this? The last person to escape him would be her. 

But she loved them too much not to. So she let herself cry. She let herself mourn what was to come. Memories flooded her mind, and it made the tears slow.

When she met Nori in that cafe.

The first time she realized that Cardan loved her.

When she’d kissed him, and for the first time she’d felt truly free. 

Aidan teaching her how to shoot her beloved bow, how to send a punch, and how to talk to her people. 

Elora pulled herself together. She took deep breaths, focusing on calming her nerves. 

In, out. In, out, in, out. 

She took each motion by itself, focusing on simply completing the task. Standing up. Wiping her face. Walking to the edge of the cave. She exited, extended, and jumped for one last fly. She knew that once she touched ground and returned to camp, her friends would be in Grounder clutches, and she would be there to greet them. 

Elora landed yards away from camp. She fixed her blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face. She could see one of the Grounders approaching, but didn’t run. She held still, and simply waited as her stomach tied itself in knots. 

“Hello, princess.” 

“Tyler.” She growled, neck stiffening as his breath tickled the shell of her ear. 

“I knew you’d recognize me.” He purred, hand sliding around her waist. Elora gritted her teeth and turned to raise her arm but Tyler grabbed her wrist, silver eyes shining in the moonlight. His grip tightened and turned, twisting her towards him and making her hiss. His face was only inches from hers, eyes dragging across her features. 

“Ah, now we can’t have that, Your highness… we wouldn’t want anyone else to get hurt.” He sneered, and planted a gentle kiss on her nose.

“You are disgusting.” She snarled, and shoved away when his grip loosened. She didn’t need instruction before she started walking towards camp. Tyler followed close behind, his smoky wings leaving a trail as he walked behind her with a hand at the base of her own feathered ones. They walked to the clearing that her team had claimed as camp, and she had to stifle her gasp. 

Aidan and Nori were both restrained by two Grounders each. Elora didn’t recognize any of them, but their grips only tightened when her friends went still at the sight of her.

“Elora, no!” Nori grunted, breathless and brow sprinkled with sweat. His hazelnut eyes bore into hers with a heartbreaking sorrow, as if he already knew she had to go. That she had no choice. 

But she would always but him first, put Cardan and Aidan and her people first. As long as they were safe. 

Cardan was on the other side of the clearing, down on his knees. A lady Grounder was on top of him, knee digging into his spine as she held his arm at an unnatural angle above his head. She was down close to his ear, and it made her blood boil. 

“Welcome, Welcome, Miss Eagle!” Dayne drawled over the crowd. He stood directly in front of her, across the clearing that was seeming shorter and shorter the longer she stood there. She could never be far enough away from him. He began to stroll towards Cardan, eyes practically glowing with glee. He bend at the waist when he reached him, grabbing his blonde hair with slender fingers. Cardan didn’t exclaim as Dayne pulled his head up to look into his eyes, and his smile widened as he let his head drop back down. 

“I’m so glad you could join us, Princess. I was going to have some fun, but it seems you arrived just in time.” He sneered, and instead walked towards her. She stood her ground, not flinching when he took her face in a bruising hand. He scanned her face, but his gaze was much colder than Tyler’s. While Tyler made her sick to her stomach, Dayne brought a chilling fear that she couldn’t shake. 

She let him slide a pair of electric cuffs over her wrists, and Tyler released her as he attached a thin silver chain. He yanked the chain forward, and sent Elora sprawling. 

“No! Elora- mph!” Aidan shoved against those who held him, receiving only a knee to the gut in return. Elora spat dirt, the grit making her grimace. 

“Now let them go.” She growled, standing back up with the help of Tyler at her elbow. She turned to Nori and Aidan, followed by Cardan, when her left wrist cuff pricked her inner arm. She gasped, and turned on Dayne. 

“You told me you’d release them, now do it.” 

“Oh Princess,” Dayne chuckled, that same laugh sending chills down her spine, “You must learn not to believe everything you hear.” 

Elora pulled hard against the chain and it slid from Dayne’s hands. Tyler reached out to grab her, but she dodged away and ran to Cardan. She easily knocked the girl off her, and he raced to Aidan and Nori. Elora tried to follow, but Tyler was already on top of her. He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, beginning to run with Dayne back the way they had come. She shrieked and wailed on Tyler from the back and front, flapping her wings, but his grip was strong as iron. 

“You promised!” She screamed, though she felt her energy draining, “You said you would release them!” 

She wasn’t granted a response as cotton filled her ears. Her fighting slowed and eventually fell to nothing. Dark rings and spots covered her vision, and her limbs stopped responding. Tyler vibrated under her, but she couldn’t tell if he was laughing or speaking. She was fading away, and soon her head fell against Tyler’s strong back. Her eyes closed, and she fell down into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

[seob-i]

Part 2.) Library

Things were going well for the girl, she had good grades so far, her dorm room and fellow house mates were nice and most importantly, she had many friends, which she all oddly met in the library.

"They left me!" Exclaimed the Hufflepuff, when she found the library table where her and her friends were supposed to have a group study- well, empty.

"'Lets have a group study together', they said! 'Lets meet up at the third table in the corner of the library' they said! And they aren't even here!" [Y/N] huffed, finally letting out her annoyance and sat down the table, placing her books down.

To be fair- it was also the girls fault. She was a bit late because she got lost and all, but Hogwarts was a big place! Of course she'll be lost.

It was all hallways, left and right, the stairs were moving too, which made [Y/N] panic and trip whenever she climbed the stairs faster, scared that the stairs will move while she's still in it.

She tried to focus, reading one of her books in hopes of getting at least one lesson in her head and also, chewing a cauldron cake which she sneaked inside the library, when she felt a slight brush against her toe.

She froze. Blinking, she contemplated. 'Someones pet cat perhaps? Or a spider?" Pet cats often get lost and roam around the castle, either looking for their owner or just wandering.

It could be a spider, the castle was old after all. Slowly, [Y/N] peeked under the table only to find 2 pairs of eyes staring back at hers.

"Heya Girlie!" "EEP-!"

She yelped in suprised and lifted her head only to bump her head against the table. "Ow.." "Uh, if you mind Girlie, we're trying to hide so-" "Keep quiet will ya?" The other boy finished with a wink.

Lifting her head, carefully this time- not bumping her head. She saw an irritated Slytherin, looking around. The student was drenched, with pink ink, it was all over him.

The Slytherin seemed to be looking for something, or someone. It was obviously the pair of boys underneath the table, they were giggling underneath the table, hiding.

He grit his teeth and exited the library. The two boys then left the table and stretched, dusting of the dust off them. "Great idea George, would've gotten caught!" " Have you seen his face Fred? He was like an angry Ogre!!" The two snickered.

They looked identical, twins. They both had red hair, the same smile and the same face. "Oh yeah, thanks for not ratting us out Girlie!" The other spoke.

"I'm Fred Weasley, -" "and I'm George Weasley!" The two introduced themselves. "I'm [Y/N] [L/N], I'm a first year.."

"Great to meet ya and all [Y/N], but uh, we've got to go!" Fred said, "I can already hear Percy's rambling about discipline!" And George finishes as the both laughed.

"See ya, first year!" Both of them waved good bye in unison. [Y/N] giggled to herself.

The next day, she again entered the library. Looking around for places to sit, she unfortunately found the library packed with students.

Glancing in the corner of the library, there she found a bushy haired girl reading, her eyes moving obviously concentrated on her book. "Excuse me.." Her attention now on the Hufflepuff.

"May I sit here?" "Sure, as long as you're quiet." The girl nodded then sat beside her. Again, she tried to focus, but her mind betrayed her.

She glanced at the girl beside her, now realising that the book she was reading was massive and she was already almost finished with it.

"Staring is rude, you know?" "O-oh! Sorry, I'm just amazed at how far you've read the book already! What're you reading?"

"Hogwarts: A History. This is a new version though, it's been updated. Did you know that the sorting hat belonged to Godric Gryffindor?"

"Really? That's so cool! What else does it say there?" The Hufflepuff's attention then got caught, and in amazement her eyes twinkled.

"It is also said that, During the- oh, my apologies. My name is Hermione Granger, you?" "My name is [Y/N] [L/N] it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The two talked, about Hogwarts, Houses, Potions, Spells and eventually, the conversation turned into random topics.

"I like candy, I carry a lot of them in my pockets. Though I gobbled them all up before I could even enter the library."

Hermione chuckled at the girl ,

"I'm not that interested in candy, my parents are Dentists, they said it's bad for my teeth."

The two talked for hours until they realised they have talked to each other enough. They bid their good byes and the girl left with a smile on her face, giddy that she made a friend.

Hermione on the other hand had butterflies in her stomach, she huffed. Someone was interested in her rambles. Usually, people were annoyed at her for talking about her interests or what she read about. To them, it was really, really boring.

But [Y/N], she was actually listening, the way her eyes twinkled as she grew more invested Hermione's stories and how she smiled whenever she talks or whenever she asks questions, got Hermione feeling some type of way.

Days passed and they met again, the girl never left her mind. She was always there, which in turn confused Hermione. Though, the Gryffindor only pushed the thought away.

"Good day, [Y/N]." "Hello Hermione!" Hermione pushes the chair, and sits on it, preparing her book in alphabetical order, getting her ink and papers ready. Listening as [Y/N] talks about random things.

"Snape gives me the creeps!" "Same here, he stares too much." The red head boy and his friend talked to each other.

"Oh look, it's Hermione." The read heads joy deflated when he saw the bushy haired girl, he rolled his eyes. Before he could even leave the library, Hermione spotted called the two boys over.

"Hello Harry, Ron." "Hello Hermione." Greeted Harry, while Ron only ignored the girl and his eyes layed on a Hufflepuff girl. "Who's this?" "Oh, this is my friend [Y/N]."

[Y/N] smiled and offered candy to the boys, which they gratefully took. "I'm Ron Weasley," "Harry, Harry Potter." "pleasure to meet you guys!" They smiled at eachother.

Harry smiled, finally meeting someone who didn't went bonkers when they knew his name. Most of them only even become friends with him because he's popular.

"Weasley? Are your brothers Fred and George Weasley?" "Huh, oh yeah, you know them?" "Yeah! They were so silly.." The Hufflepuff recalled as she chew on a sugar flavoured jelly bean.

"'course, they're my brothers." Ron rolled his eyes, he said unwrapping a candy quietly. Hermione sighed, only watched her friends eating candy, in a LIBRARY. She was not, by any means, impressed.

"Anyways, have you guys made the essay that professor Snape has assigned us?" She asked, Harry and Ron groaned, complaining about the essay.

"Oh! Is it about the Wiggenweld Potion? Oh I loved the story behind it! Though I haven't- " Ron asks if he can have a jelly bean "sure, take some! - done it though, the ingredients are really difficult to research on-" when Hermione was about to offer help, Ron suddenly coughs loudly.

"BLEUGH-" He spits out the jelly bean and started to wipe his tongue with his robe's sleeves while still coughing and wheezing. Desperately wanting to wipe the taste out of his mouth. "What happened?" Harry laughs at the red head.

"It was snot flavoured!" Ron exclaimed, his face in utter terror. After that, an angry Madam Pince kicked all the group out, leaving an also angry Hermione to teach Ron about 'manners' and a laughing Harry and [Y/N].

[starrythespacecat]

So the scholastic book fair started today. Yesterday I was in an after-school club in the library so I got a sneak peek at the stuff (they have one piece but ONLY VOLUME 4!!! Maybe they'll have the others online or atleast one of the posters later) but I did buy stuff today anyways. It started today and my class gets to go on the last day of the fair, but because I'm a library assistant I get free access!!!

(I had a UV pen before this idk where tf it is)

I got 2 keys with the diary and having them on a necklace is a cool idea since I wouldn't lose those tiny keys so easily, but to fit the dragon theme I added them to hang from my dragon charm and dragon claw that used to have a black orb in it. I just need to find 2 chains to put them through.

They also had pokemon anime guidebook and usually those are shit but it was all gens so I HAD to look for my dudes emmet and N. They had horrible quality pics but I FOUND THEM! No of course I didn't buy it it's shit. (Even though I bought a pokemon gen 9 evolution guidebook for the poster. I need a cool miraidon poster ok)

And also I figured out how to renew books when I got back to library work (well I knew how to renew them digitally I just didn't know how the stamps work) they also had a shonen jump magazine in english that came with yu-gi-oh cards apparently (they had this last year but I'm still suprised???) The dragon diary had different versions. There WAS a purple one (I love purple things guys) but it had 1 dragon instead and it was it's skeleton and skulls are cool but I didn't like how thin the lines were on the silver plastic. There was also a brown one with a silhouette of 2 dragons but nah. There was a black and silver dragon pen that would match with my diary but the brown pen was giving fire nation. Both are the same design. But who cares it's a fucking pen

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies...

A sweet Dewey Finn x reader fic. Verrrry fluffy, verrrry happy, verrrry clingy, verrrrry drunk. Dewey accidentally discovers he can pull off a very low, growly, hoarse, husky, gravelly voice. Just like a certain ghost-with-the-most we know. 💚

Something really special.... me and the amazing, sweet, talented @ironmansuucks have been working on together.

We genuinely hope you guys enjoy this one.

I LOVE YOU MORE THEN PIZZA

“Hey guys, c’mon… tequila!!” Dewey wiggled his eyebrows, smirking at his friends as they headed back to the bar, for what felt like the millionth time that night. It was Friday after all, and as usual the boys were drinking the place dry of tequila after a long week. Dewey and the kids had been practicing extra all week for a show booked for the following Friday. They had worked so hard and Dewey was so proud of them but he was exhausted. His voice was completely messed up from singing and shouting with them all week and he just needed a night off. It was scratchy and hoarse, almost sore sounding but it wasn’t, and it was easy to tell by the way he was throwing back the tequila shots, most likely making his voice worse. But he didn’t care. He was having fun.

Due to not having any dinner before he went out (not to mention the 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila 4), Dewey was well and truly fucked. Him, Ned and a few other of his friends, were stumbling around their favourite bar, making one another laugh. The music was on point and the drinks kept flowing. It was one of those nights were everything was hysterically funny and silly. Those were the best kinda nights. Doing dares, drinking games, and who could forget about the daft dancing.

Dewey was showing Ned one of the guitar riffs that he had taught the kids, air guitar of course, when suddenly someone bumped into him, shoving him forward a bit. Dewey turned round to see a massive, tall bald guy barging past him “hey man, move out my way” the man grumbled as he hustled past. What the hell? Dewey looked at Ned, drunk and confused “who the hell does that guy think he is? Move out my way” Dewey mimicked, screwing up his face and buffing his chest and shoulders. Due to his voice already being fucked up, he sounded the exact same as the dude. His voice raspy and hoarse. Ned and the other guys were in hysterics at Dewey’s impression, which only prompted him to continue.

As he headed towards the bar, he kept his shoulders buffed and his face screwed up, his friends jumping behind him, still laughing. “hey, can I order 8 tequila shots” Dewey quipped to the barman in his husky, exaggerated voice, eliciting laughs from his friends. The barman didn’t bat an eyelid and just served him. “here you go boys” Dewey continued, handing his laughing friends shots, “bottoms up”.

* * * * *

You rolled your eyes laughing.

Some while later, namely 1:30 AM, you had received a few texts from your sweet (drunken) Dewey Finn:

heeeeeeyyy ybaaby

I mioiss yuoo s oo mucjh

ccan you pleaaes com e pick me up pp lesae ?? ?? ?

You rolled your eyes laughing, knowing he was going to be absolutely steaming. You quickly replied, telling him you would be there in ten. You already knew the bar he was in due to his drunken snapchats, and because it was the one they would always frequent on Friday nights.

Due to your tiredness, and lack of drunkenness, you could not be bothered with the bar. The loud music, the smell of a mix of different alcohols, and the sweaty people jumping around was just something that didn’t particularly appeal to you right now. Grab Dewey. Get out.

Squeezing past all of the drunkards, you could see Dewey at the bar with a few friends. You felt soft at the sight of him smiling and laughing with his friends. It was always a sight you loved to see. His cheeks rosy from the alcohol and his soft, fluffy curls slightly messed up from jumping around. You made your way over to him, car keys in hand ready to grab him and rush goodbyes to get him home.

Dewey was leaning against the bar laughing when you approached him. When his eyes caught yours he lit up. His eyes growing wide. His friends were all laughing at him and you had no idea, until “h-hey baby” Dewey growled out, still exaggerating his hoarse voice causing his friends to bellow out in fits of amusement. You furrowed your eyebrows, laughing lightly “hey Rockstar, what the hell is up with your voice?”.

Dewey made his way over to you, staggering slightly “oh yeah th-is guy was like barging past me and.. and he was all like g-get out of ma way” he giggled, his voice rough even when he spoke normally. Dewey threw his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You held him up, him using you to lean against, you could smell the tequila on him.

After successfully getting Dewey out of the bar and into the car he began to get worse. The fresh air making him seem more drunk, as it always does. He was sat in the passenger side seat, his elbow resting against the window and his head against the head rest. “sweetheart… I just.. I just like you more than p-izza ok.. and I really REALLY like pizza-a”. you laughed at him and his rough, kinda sexy, voice. “thanks Dew, what a compliment” he looked at you, his eyes lidded and tired “no baby, I-I seriously lOVE pizza.. b-but I just like you sooo much mooorrrree”. He lightly poked your arm, smiling away to himself. Nearly home now.

You knew Dewey was clingy, but drunk Dewey was ten times worse. From the moment you got home he was stuck to you. “Dewey you need to let my hand go so I can take my shoes off”, “nooo I just love youuuu”. “you need to let me go so I can get changed” “no just stay with me pleeease, pleaeeaase, I’ll d-die if you don’t” he would plead, voice cracking and his hand pulling you into him.

After forcing him to drink a glass of water, poor baby was tuckered out. He continued to drink the water with one hand and patted your head with the other. You looked at him and his tired eyes, confused and laughed. “what am I? your dog?” he nodded, gulping the water. His eyes were closing and you knew you had to get him to bed, hoping he wouldn’t be sick. It was nearly 3 AM.

As soon as he got into the bedroom Dewey threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes “night” he croaked out. “no no no Dew you need to get your trousers off you goof” you moved over to him. “nooo I don’t want too.. too tired” he whined. “Dewey Finn sit up and take those Jeans off. I have just washed those sheets and I’m not having your black jeans staining them” you warned, folding your arms. He huffed loudly, like a child, and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and moving his legs so they would fall down. He could be so lazy sometimes.

Finally you were both in bed. Dewey scooted over to you, getting his body as close to yours as possible, his hand sneaking to your side, sliding up to your ribs and rubbing the skin there. “so soft…” he cracked, his eyes closing with sleepiness. You smiled at him, but furrowed your eyebrows worriedly “remember Dew, if you feel sick, wake me up” you cautioned. He simply nodded and grumbled in response. His voice sounded as if it was sore, you troubled. Whatever he had done to it, the amount of tequila he had consumed certainly wouldn’t have helped him. You shook your head, “you crazy dude” you whispered lovingly, running your hand down his face admiring his rosy cheeks, and wild hair.

* * * * *

You sighed in sheer relief that morning when Dewey didn't get sick at night. The trashcan beside his side of the bed was luckily un-used. It was kind of a miracle why though, the amount of tequila he drank had been enough to fill up your half of your bath-tub. You shook your head on the pillow as you eyed your boyfriend. He was soundly sleeping on his side. His hair was messily spread out on the pillow, standing up and difying any sort or gravity. You loved Dewey Finn with all your heart, he was just a hyper kid sometimes. A bouncy, hyper kid, with amazing charm and guitar skills... sometimes on too much liquor.

You traced his every feature with your eyes, letting his beauty sink into the deepest level of your soul.

It was almost angelic, his soft face combined with the rough scruff on his cheeks. The rising sun making his messy brown hair glow like the sun herself reached out to kiss it. He smelled like the bar you picked him up from, combined with the fresh smell of your bedsheets, and something unmistakably Dewey.

You rolled your eyes, internly cursing yourself. The boy drank half a bath-tub of tequila last night... You had to carry him home... and yet here you was. Falling even more in love with that dorky, bouncy rock-star. You couldn't be mad at him even if you tried. He only tried to have a good time... that's all.

You shot your Dewey one last glance, before sneaking out of bed. You put on your cozy socks, and grabbed Deweys sweater on the way out. Just before you closed the door you heard Dewey mutter something as he stirred in his sleep, and you smiled at the cute noice. You left the door peeking open a bit, and threw on Deweys worn ACDC sweater. It smelled like him, minus the smell of liquor he was currently sporting.

You tip-toed down the stairs, in desperately need for some coffee. You always were an early bird, while Dewey woke mid day if you'd let him. That part you couldnt change... no matter how hard you tried.

You figured his hang-over-ass would also enjoy some coffee, so you made one for him as well. Yours was filled with lots of milk, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.... Dewey drank his coffee black.

As you passed the stove you figured he could use some hang-over-proof-food as well. So you grabbed a pan, cracked two eggs open and started making scrambled eggs on toast. Humming softly to yourself, watching the still rising sun seep through the kitchen window as you prepared breakfast.

You were suprised when you felt two strong arms wrap softly around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You chuckled and yelped a bit in suprise when dewey came to stand behind you, his body still sleepily warm as he pushed himself up to you against the stove. You felt the weight of his head rest on your shoulder and smiled at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, when he pressed a soft kiss on it. He swayed you gently from behind, moving in sync with your humming.

You struggled to keep your attention to the breakfast you were making, instead of focussing on Dewey behind you. Dewey started to nibble on your neck while you continued to stirr the eggs in the pan. Dewey noticed the slight hitch in your breath while he softly suckled on your pulse point and tried to sneak his hand under your sweater. You squeeled a high pitched sound and grabbed his hand under your sweater before it could get to its destination. He growled in dissapiontment and you felt him pout against your cheekbone, scruff tickeling your cheek when he did so.

You squeezed his hand and mumbled: "Let's have breakfast first, okay cassanova?"

Deweys hands moved towards your sides, he took a step back and he pressed a kiss on the top of your hair. He hummed in response at your suggestion and slapped your ass before slumping into the kitchen chair.

A high pitched yelp escaped your throat, and you was just about to lecture him but when you turned around your mind went still. Comletely still. Aside from the singing choir in the back of your head.

His bedhead was still all over the place as he slumped into the kitchen chair. His brown locks standing in different angles on his head, framing his beautifull face. The golden light of the sun still surrounding him with a bright halo, almost like the joy of life shine out of him. The bright light of the sun reflected in his eyes, and it made his gaze even more entracing. His head rested in his hand and his droopy eyes were full of sleep, but also full of admiration when he looked at you. He brushed his free hand through his messy brown locks, making his hair even more chaotic. A satisfied smirk ghosted his lips and Dewey Finn looked smug as hell.

How could he not, you were practically giving him heart eyes at the moment.

You turned around quickly, struggling to focus on the eggs in front of you again.

You turned off the stove and flopped the eggs on the kitchentable unceremoniously. You sat down across Dewey and sipped your coffee while eyeing your boyfriend over the coffee cup, with a fond smile on your face. Gosh... you loved this man.

He happily beamed back at you and digged into the eggs, his hoarse voice cracked: "Thanks love..."

You couldn't help but laugh at the state of his voice... all fucked up from the shouting and singing of last night. That voice....

A thought popped up in your mind, talking about last night...

That voice. The voice that made you laugh and giggle. Made you sing and hum. His voice made you happy and emotional. Grounded you and guided you. Deweys voice had you aroused in seconds, and you loved every tone it could make... but this voice. It was hoarse and husky and gravelly. Croaky and somewhat nasal.

This hang-over, worn-out growly voice was something else.

You tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that this side of his voice made you feel.

You asked a question to keep Dewey talking in that gravelly voice, so you could feel some more of...

Whatever it was that you seemed to feel at it hearing him talk in that voice...

"Hey Dew... you slept okay? You didnt get sick man. That's great!"

Between eating his toast and sipping his coffee he replied, again with a low, husky, growly voice: "Yeah... that's pretty cool indeed. Lucky me, huh? Hey... Thankyou for picking me up last night..."

You were lost in thoughts as he lowly kept growling through his scentences. The only thing you could think off was that voice was making your knees weak. Good thing you were already sitting... Cause with the orange glow of the sun, combined with his scratchy low croaking voice you were sure could swoon at the spot.

This voice of him was something else. You certainly felt something.

... a lot of someting.

Dewey noticed your mental absence as he continued to growly speak. He noticed that your breathing had changed, and he saw the rosy colour your cheeks had gotten. He saw your pupils widening, you bit your lip and then left your mouth slightly agape. You licked your lips as he sneakily tried to slip more and more pet names for you into his conversation. His voice dropping lower, more breathy and huskier by the second.

He was in the middle of a scentence when you lost your fight to pure lust, love and desperation. You launched yourself over the kitchentable and kissed him with all the love that was bubbling inside your soul. He bit your lip as a deep growl escaped his throath and you panted between kisses: "Mister Finn.... you are an absolute angel... and your voice... Especially your hangover voice... Should be illegal."

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We hope you enjoyed it. We sure enjoyed writing it! @ironmansuucks ... a deep bow and thankyou for doing me the absolute honour of writing with you. 💜 It was a pleasure, dear.

[shesawriter39049]

|ROLL DEEP|M| P.1

                 *Yoongi centered fic with a shared OT7 plot*

CH.1.1   CH. 1.2

**Operation: What’s eating blue!?***

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“Stop, this stopped being a you, thing and became a us thing  the minute we chose to show up here tonight! You gave us an out and we stayed...we will always stay...”

1.2 K Sneak Peek

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Sugar baby AU/Suspense/Smut/Angst/Roomate AU/FWB AU

WC: 7K

Nonsexual Warnings: Mentions of drug use (Molly/weed/)Strong language/ Alcohol addictions/ brief mentions/ speculations of domestic violence/abuse

Sexual Warnings: Oral (M & F receiving) power bottom Min Yoongi, cum play, breath play, spanking, dirty talk, Slight overestimation, sex toys (Cock rings....) Semi-public sex (A chill little blow job in the car) The sexual warnings are for both parts of CH.1 so the smut is split in half!

NOTE:  Just to clarify the dynamic Yoongi and the OC are roommates who hookup on the side, they are BOTH sugar babies to two separate people! So yes, that would imply that Yoongi and some of the other boys who are also sugar babies are Bi. There is no MxM but there is mentions of it occasionally….as well as some harmless ot7 flirting! Also all of the boys are introed, Tae and Joon just play a lager part here!

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I guess, fuck where do we even start? Maybe, will go back to where it all technically started, which was the last time things felt...somewhat normal yeah?

So, that would be...hmm...about 2 weeks shy of you heading into Junior year at USC right? The day your boys picked you up at the airport, and the three of your treated Blue, aka TaeTae to brunch!?

Well, wait let’s back track a little it all started much eariler than that, because you weren’t even aware of your brunch plans until later in the day. So Initially the day in question kicks of with you, in oversized blacked out CHLOE shades, hungover as fuck, sat in at the airport one Sunday afternoon. Smack dab in the middle of Terminal 6, in a bar called Blu2o sipping on a Bloody Mary, scrolling aimlessly through Snapchat. While simotaniously being told for the very first time ...that you’ll be attending a “Haute Couture”  themed charity auction...on Tuesday! Yup,  the day after tomorrow! Thank god he can’t see your damn face right now, biting down on your straw to muzzle yourself!

“No, babe it’s fine, I’ll just hit Rodeo tomorrow morning, and I’m sure my nail and lash girl can fit me-Oh you...haven’t gotten... what ...your wearing either?” Parroting the words back In slow motion as if it would make the words sound better or something!

Oh for fucks sake! Bringing your forehead flush to the marble bartop already feeling a full blown migraine brewing at the nape of your neck. Giving yourself a couple moments to self compose, this man is so damn unorganized it’s unfucking real. His personal assistant better be the 2nd highest paid person within his entire company because…..This is far from new, I don’t even know why your suprised and I’d say you don’t get paid enough for this....but ya do! So you suck it up, lose the attitude and slip right into your “Yes sir” or maybe I should say ‘Yes daddy” voice.

“Don’t worry about it, I know your busy. I totally get it, your a 28 waist right? Of course, I remember...I remember everything you tell me….Ohhh your gonna let me put you in color too???” Eyes flickering up to the notification from your bank, noting a cute little 12k wire pending.

“Yeah, no, I see it, that should be good. I was thinking Versace or Cavili for you anyway...they have good prints to fit the theme, and if all else fails I have my card too…yup..just landed about..hmm... 30 minutes ago actually. Of course, stop apologizing, Sunday's are always your golf days, I get it, hey, tell the guys I said hi and enjoy your day. Text me later if you feel up to it..k....bye..”

Were you actually getting a little flustered there towards the end? It's the slight accent, isn't it? Honestly, it didn't take much for you to slip into “character” with him, even after barely being together a full month. For one he wasn’t an asshole, had a decent sense of humor, and he’s really fuckin hot...however there was one, little, well shit, not so little issue...you noticed while with him recently. Which, then sparked quite a few questions while also answering some that had been rattling through your head since the day you met. But will circle back to the fact that you spent a week on vacation with a man, while dressed in some of the sexiest pieces of 2019 couture! Yet..you barely got touched once outside of a couple chaste kisses and hand-holding while at the two fashion shows you attended together… so, yeah, yeah!

A low groan in frustration rattled from your throat as you continued scrolling through Snapchat, trying to come up with some possible outfit scenarios in your head! It’s kinda funny, how mynute all of that seems now though, how your definition of “Stress” that day was you trying to decide if your sugar daddy was gay, while also  finding time to fit in a self-care day, shopping, and getting your books for school!!  The fact that, that was what you considered migraine worthy, fuck, what you wouldn’t give to consider multitasking your only maltitude of “stress” again …..

Just in your own little world, mind swirling with a couple of stylists you’ve met along the way, considering the idea of them pulling some vintage pieces for you instead!  What you should be doing, is scrolling through your contact list and texting said stylists, instead you find yourself more and more distracted.  Getting lost in the mounds of snap updates from Jimin as he “modestly” sunbathed in a private villa in Italy. Then later sharing a glimpse into his shopping spree from Versace, no doubt a good 20k worth of Italian luxury spread out along the plush white sheets. Sending him a cheeky little “That’s my boy” with a couple of smug winky faces in response!

It’s still kinda crazy to think, things like that are considered normal within your world now, the fact that you aren’t even surprised at the number of gifts. Or, simply the fact that your barley 21-year-old best friend is sunbathing in Italy on someone else’s dime. Then again, you just got sent 12 thousand dollars to spend on an event that would last maybe all of 5 hours, while sitting next to a stack of Louis Vuittion luggage from your first class flight in from Vegas, technically. Opting to land there first after a long 15-hour flight, checking in at The Four Seasons for not even a solid 24 hours before coming home! Honestly?There was no real reason for the pit stop except it gave you an excuse to see a friend while also allowing you to unwind in one of your favorite hotels!

That sentence alone is actually absurd when you really think about it, the idea of you casually booking flights and suites in 5-star hotels as if you’re ordering off the damn dollar menu at Mcdonalds! You, the girl that was working two jobs at the Groove and mourning a piece of shit cheating ex boyfriend her freshman year of college.....is now reminiscing about catching flights to chill with friends and last minute finding dresses for Couture themed galas.Like, what the actual fuck is life.... Oh my bad, life at the moment is constantly being paranoid that you and your friends will get arrested! Life in this moment however...was a fucking perfect!

The friend you where meeting in Vegas was Hoseok by the way, the redhead was currently vacationing in Sin City for the next couple of days, typically residing in LA as well. Just Chillin’ before the semester starts, living his best life, which revolves around “OFF-WHITE'' shopping sprees, private dance lessons, and constantly taking thirst trap pics for his 10’s of thousands of followers online. He randomly texts you saying “I miss your face” you text him saying “I land at 8 tonight bring a bottle and sushi to room 605 at The Four Seasons hotel '' Simple!

Your initial flight, the one that was 15 hours, was originally from Paris, where you spent the last week or so with Jeong-su, being arm candy, sipping wine, sightseeing and of course shopping!. Barley 32 hours ago your Snapchat looked pretty damn similar, if not worse in comparison to Jimin’s but what can I say, you can’t be in the home of Givenchy and Gaulthier and not go to Givenchy and Gaultier!

What your life is, what you and your friends do, I mean, I think it’s safe to say it’s pretty self-explanatory yeah? The average 20 something-year-old in college isn't flying themselves out of the country or going luxury shopping without a little help. In your case, it’s typically thanks to a person you commonly refer to as “Daddy” now, the context behind the word however….is where you and your friends may differ from others…..

But that’s your business, your concern and more importantly your choice, and honestly for a while life seemed too damn good to be true...I guess looking back on it now, I guess that’s because it kinda was!

Sat at the predominantly empty bar alone, more than content by the silence, twirling your straw between your lips, as you scanned back over the shit show that was your schedule for the semester! Getting more of a migraine from that, then shopping or even the fact that you're still hungover and drinking on an empty stomach at half-past 12. Shooting a quick text to your redheaded best friend cursing him out for getting you drunk off your ass on a bottle of Yamazaki 12.

“Can I get anything else for you beautiful? Another drink or maybe an appetizer? We have damn good loaded queso fries if I do say so myself!” Waving the menu in your face playfully, the warm, inviting voice in front of you was the bartender, who’s had his eye on you since you swayed in. Even if you looked like crap for your standards you knew to most you were the farthest thing from it as you swayed into the bar like you owned the place. In your heels, and tiny little black dress, while an airport assistant trolied in your luggage behind you! Ohhh Blair  Waldorf would without a doubt be proud!

“Mmmm…” Lips pursed in a slight pout as you raked over the menu, honestly, you were hungry and they have bomb ass fried pickles…..”Actually, yeah, I’ll get-”

“ 3 tall shots of whatever top-shelf Tequila you have, also add whatever she’s been drinking to my tab, along with an order of fried pickles with extra ranch…please and thank you!” Smoothly sliding his black card, and ID across the marble bartop for review.

Oh.

The look on the bartender’s face was fucking priceless, torn between shitting himself and maybe….nah, just straight shitting himself! Skin flushed, the sense of panic was clear as day,  wondering if he’d overstepped that fine line between customer service and filtration. Considering whoever the person behind you is, clearly knows you well enough to know your food order. A forced bashful smile playing along his lips as he bowed out in acknowledgment, sliding the gentelmen back is ID and whispering out a faint “Yes sir, coming right up…”

The base vibrating through your ears instantly had you readjusting your posture, a strong tingle running down your spine, back arching ever so slightly. A playful smirk playing along your lips as you slowly laced your tongue back around your staw, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You sure you wanna do that? My tastes are pretty expensive..” Tone blatantly flirtatious, yet you still hadn’t bothered to even turn around, that’s when suddenly you hear a deep arrogant chuckle rumbling low in his chest. Only...this sounds a little brighter? And like it’s coming from your left instead of behind you…

“Mmm, I’m sure we can handle it baby….”

You could feel the air shift behind you, it felt warmer, and there was a strong mix of scents flooding through your nose. Leaning back in your seat, pleasantly finding your shoulders, the back of your neck, and your head, cradled against a lean wall of silk. Sighing contently, naturally letting your body melt into his frame, nose running into your face as you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. That’s when a gangle of veiny, porcelain limbs wrapped around your shoulders pulling you even tighter against him, only to find brown, sharp, cat-like eyes staring down at you, though a pair of translucent designer shades. Seemingly a little bit amused at how excited you are to see him. Long dark wavy locks falling messily into his face, a tiny silver hoop dawning his button nose. Tongue playing at the corner of his mouth, letting the tiny silver ball slip between his lips. This angle lets you really appreciate how sharp, yet soft his features were, an oxymoron that honestly makes no damn sense unless you see him in person….jawline sharp enough to cut glass yet he has the cutest cheeks ever when he smiles. It honestly makes no sense whatsoever and he’s one of the many reasons you have trust issues. Well, that and your line of work, considering the number of men you find out are married and still try and sneak around with you.

Then, as if to just make his presence known, there’s another pair of hands making their home along your body, gently squeezing your thigh. Except, he’s polar opposite to the person I just described, the man behind you is your roommate Yoongi, the man who just took a seat to your left, is your other roommate Namjoon! First off, he’s tall as all hell, and an offensively perfect shade of brown, he can’t even go into the burbs without being asked what self-tanner he uses. In which he smugly replies “Genetics” letting them sit there and try and google said company that makes that brand of self-tan. Streams of meticulously placed colored neo-traditional tattoos paint his skin, accompanied by deep dimples, and bleach blonde hair styled into an undercut, sides buzzed into the perfect fade.

“So you gonna get up and give me a real hug or what???”  Placing a kiss in your hair as he pulled back, giving you room to hop out of your seat and right into his arms.

The Full thing is coming soon, this is from summer 2019, I just have to edit, and reread the full thing again! I also wrote the first 3 parts all at once..sooo if your exicted show this some love anddddddddd come let me know!

Love you as always,

Rocki

[miss-smutty]

Fifty Shades of Billy Part 5

A/N- I'm sorry it took me so long to update this but this pregnancy is killing me and whenever I have spare time, I'm sleeping 😩 i finally did it though! Woo hoo! I think I'm leaving this fic here for now as I'm losing the inspiration for it but I'll hopefully come back and update in the future. This one was so long that I exceeded the character limit 😑 didn't even know that was possible! Make sure.you click the 'continue reading' link at the bottom

18+ only!

Summary- Stuck in the showers with Billy and Steve right outside, will you be caught?

Word count- 5.2K

Warnings- Swearing, Smoking, Smut, Masturbation, Dangerous driving and Fighting

Pairing- Billy Hargrove X You

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Posted: 21st September 2019

"Billy shh stop, he's coming" you panted in between thrusts and Billy biting your neck. 

"Well I kind of hoped it would be us doing the coming" he growled into your ear while he let your legs down so you could stand.

"Seriously, you have to go out there, I don't want him seeing me like this" you looked down at your naked state, your legs shaking with need and your pussy dripping with want. 

"You mean you don't want him to see how good I've fucked you?" Lifting his eyebrow teasingly and standing back to admire you.

"Billy. Go" you pushed him gently.

"Ok. Ok." he muttered to himself, stepping out the shower and grabbing a spare towel to wrap around his waist before Steve comes around the corner.

"Harrington. You come to see if you can check out the size of my dick? Worried I'll beat you in that department too?" 

"Whatever Hargrove, I could hear talking?" He questioned looking around the room and running his fingers through his hair. 

You were panicking, he was literally stood right outside your cubicle. You were still wet, naked and desperate for Billy to come and finish what he started. You were really hoping he wouldn't look under the door and see your feet. 

"Think you're imagining things Harrington" Billy laughed moving in front of Steve just in case he opened the cubicle door and checked for himself.

"I know what I heard" Steve said, turning to leave and making sure to barge against Billy subtly as he walked past him.

"Fucking dick" Billy muttered to himself. You peeked over the door to see Billy with his hands in fists and jaw clenched. You were proud of him for fighting his anger and not immediately storming after Steve.

"Oi. Get in here hargrove. I haven't finished with you yet" you whispered once you knew Steve was out of ear shot. You saw Billy's anger dissolve into lust as his face softened and fists relaxed. Billy opened the door, biting his lip as he layed eyes on your naked body again.

"Get your clothes on, I've got a plan. I want to fuck you properly" he winked, turning to find his clothes. You followed Billy, excited at whatever Billy had in mind. You found your clothes on the locker room floor and quickly got dressed, watching Billy's muscles flex as he pulled on his shorts. He really was a beautiful specimen of man. 

"Do you think Steve saw our clothes all over the floor" your eyebrows raised at the realisation. You reached out to tuck Billy's tag back into his shirt and looked up to his face. 

"Who cares?" Billy leaned down and gently kissed you on the forehead. "Come on" he grabbed your hand and pulled you excitedly out of the locker room, practically running. You were worried about what Steve was going to say to people, he wouldn't have been able to miss your clothes scattered about the locker room. But maybe he didn't realise they were yours? Anyway you were far too excited to find out where Billy was taking you, to think about it right now. 

Billy pulled you through the sports hall and down the now empty school corridors. The look on his face was contagious, you'd definitely never seen this giddy, excitable side of Billy before. The more sides of Billy you saw, the more you liked him. He was unpredictable and you loved it.

 Billy barged into the main doors, almost knocking them off the hinges as he ran out into the car park, his hand still clenching yours. You were disoriented by the darkness,not expecting at all.

"How long have we actually been in there?" You panted.

"Get in" he waggled his eyebrows at you while he held his car door open.

"Where we going" you looked at him confused before climbing in the passenger seat. 

"It's a suprise" he said leaning in the door and giving you a kiss before closing the door, looking rather pleased with himself. 

You were feeling rather pleased with yourself too, who'd have thought that Billy hargrove would be giddy about taking you somewhere. You would've never guessed that Billy would be romantic and take girls on dates, you'd always imagined him to be more of a wham bam, thank you ma'am. You were secretly hoping that it was just you he was like this with and the other girls were just sex. 

Billy proudly laid his hand on your thigh and gripped softly, while rock music quietly played in the background. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the anticipation of what this could turn in to. The feel of his fingers digging into your inner thigh making you want him right there and then. 

You lean over to billy, desperate to touch him while he smiles brightly at you. You're practically straddling the gear stick as you smooth your hand down the front of Billy's tight jeans, feeling his cock twitch in response. Billy pushed himself off his seat and into your cupped hand, grinding against it as he groaned. You nibble on Billy's ear, he keeps his eyes on the road as he turns his mouth to meet yours. Biting and pulling his lip as you break the kiss, he briefly glances at you, the need oozing from him like a scent. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties as you bite on your bottom and slowly pull down your shorts. 

He looks from you to the road and then back to you, his teeth biting into his lip as he restrained himself from taking his hands from the wheel and killing you both. You were enjoying teasing him, understanding now why Billy also enjoys teasing you. You leant against the car door so you were facing Billy, with your knees up either side of you, as you pulled the gusset of your panties to the side. Billy's eyes widened as he inhaled deeply, he swallowed as he glanced at your exposed pussy and back to the road. You were making him nervous, you could tell by the way he was fidgeting in his seat and tugging at the chain around his neck.

You stared at billy as you slowly sucked on your finger all the way to the knuckle and then inserted a second finger to lubricate. Billy's driving was becoming erratic now as he concentrated more on you than the road. 

"Do I make you nervous Billy?" You teased as Billy smoothed his hair from his sweaty forehead. You ran your fingers down your slit gathering up the wetness while Billy licked his lips. 

"I had no idea you were this naughty" Billy said mesmerized with the way you swirled your fingers inside your pussy. Billy struggled in his seat as his expanding cock strained against his tight jeans.

"I need to pull over. Now." Billy groaned looking at you once more before pulling into the nearest rest stop and wasting no time pulling down his jeans. You were thankful it was dark but still turned on by the fact you could be caught. 

Billy pulled you onto his lap and growled as he ripped your panties, pushing himself into you. Your rhythms fall into synchronisation as you grind into his thrusting hips. He reaches forward and pulls you into his lips, ravishing you with sloppy, desperate kisses. 

"I want you so bad" he whispered into your ear breathlessly. Your head fell back as your pace quickened, Billy watching your breasts bounce in the moonlight. 

Billy held onto you, pushing you down on his cock as he thrusted into you. You both moaned out as you climaxed together and you laid on his chest, panting.

"I'm not letting you go" Billy said as he kissed your head and smoothed back your hair so he could see your face.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Billy?" You teased sitting up so you could see if he was joking. He looked back at you, seriously, before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. 

"I think I am" he smiled waiting for your answer while he was still inside you. 

 "Well if you are, I definitely would. I think I've turned you soft--" you teased pushing Billy's shoulder and climbing back into your chair to get dressed. "-- where were we supposed to be going anyway?" 

"It's a suprise, I'll take you another time. Right now I think I need to get you home, before your folks send out a search party." Billy said while reaching out for your hand and kissing the back of it and then pulling his jeans back on.

You couldn't help but smile all the way home, you had no idea things were going to work out this way. Billy wanted you just as much as you wanted him and now you weren't going to let go. The way Billy had forgotten about everything and allowed himself to get lost with you, tonight, was magical. It will definitely be a night you aren't going to forget, you just wish it didn't have to end. As if on cue, Billy pulled up outside your house, still holding tightly to your thigh. You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, neither of you wanting to say goodbye.

"You know --"

"I --" you both began to talk at the same time making you both laugh..

"You could probably sneak through my window, my parents are probably fast asleep by now" you asked hopefully. Looking at Billy with doe eyes and fluttering your lashes.

"How can I say no to that face. I'll see you in there babe" Billy replied leaning over to kiss your lips, the excitement on both your faces so obvious.

                                      ************

You opened your window and looked out at Billy, giving him the signal that it was safe for him to join you. You changed into some silky pajama shorts and cami top - hoping to please Billy - before climbing into bed and waiting for him.

After what seemed like forever, Billy's boot crashed on to your floor, followed by his other one. 

"I thought you'd changed your mind" you smiled, watching Billy undress. 

"Definitely not, I can't wait to get in there. Move up" he winked while climbing into bed behind you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Spooning up as close as possible to you so you could feel every inch of his body against you. He was warm and soft and the feeling of having him cuddle up to you was amazing, you wanted him here every night. 

You turned around to face Billy, wrapping your legs around each other until you fit together perfectly. He brushed your hair from your face while he gazed at you, waiting for you to speak. 

"You know I'm going to have to try make it up with Steve and probably still go to the party with him tomorrow. Its the least I owe him." You told Billy, biting your gum and anxiously waiting for his reaction.

"Why would you owe him anything?" Billy scoffed, moving back to search your face.

"Erm... I might've kinda used him to make you jealous" you said looking up at Billy through your eyelashes, doing your best to look cute so he wouldn't get angry. 

"Ohhhhh. So that was all a ploy for you to get your wicked way with me?" Billy raised his eyebrows "I like your style" Billy laughed pulling you close. You were surprised by his reaction, you thought he was going to be angry or jealous but instead you seemed to have polished his ego. 

"It worked didnt it?" You smiled "but I definitely owe him for dragging him into this" 

Billy pulled you under his arm so your head rested on his chest and he could stroke the back of your hair. The relaxing feeling and the steady rise and fall of his chest soon had you fast asleep.

                                        ************

You share a ride with Billy to school, both of you unable to shake the smiles from your faces. That is until you pull up into the parking lot and spot max stood in Billy's usual spot with her hands on her hips - she did not look Happy. You'd been so lost in each other that you'd completely forgot about anyone else, that included max on both your parts. You were supposed to meet Max at the mall and Billy was supposed to give Max a ride to school. Hopefully she'll understand, young love and all that. 

"Ah shit" Billy says while exhaling, clearly not ready for any drama. He looks at you and nods his head - asking if you're ready - you nod back at Billy and take a deep breath. Let's do this.

Max was actually tapping her foot on the ground, growing more and more impatient. You were surprised she didn't start waggling her finger at you both, the way she was stood looking like a teacher - you tried to hold back your giggle knowing that would make things so much more worse.

You step out of the car Infront of Max, why did she have to be stood at my side, I could do with a couple more minutes to think through what I want to say, you thought smiling awkwardly at Max.

"Well I was going to ask you both where you'd been but I think it's pretty obvious" Max looked you both up and down, you actually felt like you were being scolded.

"Alright mom, what's the problem?" Billy asked cockily, placing his arm around your waist. 

"So is this a thing now?" Motioning to both of you with her head "guess that's where you were last night"

"Max I'm really sorry for standing you up, we lost track of time" you glanced at Billy from the corner of your eye and saw him smirking.

"Ok. Eww. This is weird" Max said not knowing where to look, shuffling on the spot. "What are we actually going to wear to the party tonight then? Seen as though you didn't bother to meet me" Max finished, changing the subject. You were definitely going to have to deal with Max's frostiness for a while. 

"This is definitely girl talk, I'll catch you both later." Billy held your hands by your sides as he leant down to kiss you, you standing on your tip toes to reach up him. He lets go of one of your hands to cup your chin, holding on to you as he kisses you again. Not wanting to let go of each other or be apart for any length of time, you forget where you are until Max clears her throat.

"This is definitely going to take some getting used to." Max said while facing the opposite direction.

"See you at lunch babe" Billy said while winking at you and gently pushing Max's shoulder as he walked past. 

Max walked with you to class while you discussed your costume options for the party tonight when you spotted Steve stood by the lockers. He was surrounded by his usual posse of friends who massaged his ego by laughing at his jokes even when they weren't funny. You rolled your eyes as you approached Steve, his eyebrow cocking as he realises you were coming over. 

"I need to apologize to Steve, come with?" You ask really needing her moral support right now. 

"Sure, this should be interesting" she tags along behind you as you approach Steve's group, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hi can I talk to you a minute?" You ask sheepishly trying not to look at anyone but Steve.

"Hmm, if you must" Steve replied, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at Carol. While carol glared at you, Max glared at her, reminding you of why you needed Max to have your back. You smiled and nodded at Max, silently showing your appreciation.

"I just, sort of... Wanted to apologize for Billy having a go at you. You --" you started.

"You're apologizing for your boyfriend, how sweet." Steve interrupted sarcastically, looking at Carol for approval. 

"Erm not really... I just wanted you to know I'd go to the party with you, if you still wanted me to" you said nervously. You definitely thought it was a good idea to hand out a olive branch to Steve but when he starts laughing in your face you realise it really wasn't. You wish you hadn't bothered apologizing to this jumped up dick who was laughing at you when you were trying to hr nice. You didn't think that maybe it was because he was hurt and embarrassed.

"Yeah, I think I'm ok" Steve said coldly after he'd finished laughing at you. His behaviour and rudeness was making you more and more angry. 

You looked at Max, gritting your teeth, she knew you were angry so pulled on your arm. As Max began to lead you away you looked back over your shoulder, just to get the last word in.

"No need to be a dick, I was only asking because I felt sorry for you" you retorted.

                                 ****************

That school bell couldn't have rung quicker, you were out of the doors before it had even stopped ringing. Looking forward to a full weekend with Billy and Max, getting to know them both a little better. 

You see Billy leant against his car, smoking a cigarette, the usual pose he had while waiting. You felt the warmth radiate through you as an equally warming smile spread across your face. Damn he was so hot, you couldn't believe he'd had his face in-between your crotch the day before. All the girls in this school and he chose you and the way he was smiling at you, you think he was feeling the same way. 

"Hi baby, good day?" Billy asked putting his arm around you and pulling you in for a sweet hug. Billy held his cigarette packet out to you so you took one and stood Infront of Billy while he continued leaning on his car. You move closer to Billy so your stood in between his legs as he flicks his cigarette to the side and wraps his arms around you so his hands were resting on your ass. People were staring and whispering again but you really didn't care. 

"No, not at all. I tried to apologize to Steve but he was a complete dick" you said looking up at Billy.

"Well, I mean, I could've told you that" Billy said rolling his eyes and smirking. You gently hit Billy on his shoulder 

"Guys can we keep the PDA to like a minimum until I get used to this?" Max said coming up from behind you.

"I'm making no promises --" Billy said holding both his hands up in the air "-- I can't keep my hands off her" he said while slapping your ass. 

"Billy really? Stop it --" you squeeled, pushing Billy's hands away as he tried to lift you over his shoulder. "-- it's not fair on Max" 

"No it's really not" Max said making a gagging face and then laughing at you. 

"Right, let's go get ready for this party" you say grabbing Max's hand excitedly, watching Billy roll his eyes at you both as he gets into the driver's seat. You and Max jump into the back seat, you were being cautious as to not leave Max out. 

"Are you getting ready at ours?" Billy asks adjusting his rear-view mirror so he could see you, finding your face and giving you that hungry look while raising his eyebrows questioningly.  

"Will that be ok?" You asked cautiously.

"Yeah don't worry, Niel's working away for the weekend" Max answered.

"Awesome, I'll have to nip home for some things first then" you said watching Billy eink at you through the mirror and feeling your knees go weak at his handsomeness. 

                                    ************

Your Mom had saved day and left your Halloween costume on your bed for you and it was sexy! Your Mom was one of them Mom's who wanted to be more like your sister than your Mom. While it annoyed you most of the time it definitely had it's perks this time when she's bought you a sexy Halloween costume and not come back with a ridiculous Frankenstein costume. 

"Oh my god! Billy is going to have a heart attack when he sees you in that" Max said staring at you with her mouth agape, if it had that effect on Max maybe she was right about the whole Billy having a heart attack thing. 

You turned around in front of the mirror, checking out the skin tight, PVC cat suit. You added the ears on your head and finished your cat make up in the mirror. 

"Your turn now missus" you said to Max as you slumped down on the bed and pointed to the bathroom door, knowing that this wasnt Max's thing at all and she would need encouragement. Max rolled her eyes at you before slumping off into the bathroom, dragging her knuckles along the floor as she went. 

You lay back on the bed waiting for max when you hear a small knock at the door, your heart skips as you realise it must be Billy. You quickly get yourself into a sexy pose on the bed before shouting for Billy to come in. 

The look on Billy's face was actually comical as his mouth almost touched the floor when he saw your outfit. He hasn't really made an effort with his outfit and was wearing his usual tight jeans and a black leather jacket, open, leaving him completely shirtless. You still couldn't help staring at his abs and how the lights made his sweat glisten.

"You look fucking hot. Can't we just stay here and have our own party?" Billy said while throwing himself on to the bed next to you and running his hands up and down your body. 

"No way! You may have not made any effort Billy but it took ages to reach this perfection" you said jokingly. 

"Well I hope it goes quick so I can get you back here --" Billy was interrupted by the lock on the bathroom door opening and Max poking her head around the corner. 

"Guys this is like my worst nightmare" Max pouted.

"Come out and I'll help you with the finishing touches" you said standing up from the bed and waiting for Max while Billy continued laying on the bed with his arms behind his head. 

Max sheepishly crept out from behind the bedroom door and you were surprised at how hot she looked, you're pretty sure your mouth hit the floor too. You were so used to seeing Max dressed as a tomboy that the sexy chucky outfit she was wearing was a shock. The Jean dungaree dress she was wearing coupled with the thigh high red stockings worked perfectly with her red hair. 

"All we need to do now is add the scars to your face. You look super hot girl. Doesn't she Billy?" you said making Max spin around. 

"Bit weird. Yeah you look good sis, can we go now? I want to get this over and done with" Billy said sitting up and spanking your ass again, this outfit is definitely too much of a temptation for Billy. 

                                  **************

As you step out of the car and make your way into the party, everyone stops to watch you. You strut up the driveway holding Max and Billys hand, enjoying the attention. You head to the kitchen looking for drinks, by the look on Max's face she definitely needs one. You get everyone drinks out of the punch bowl and Max downs hers in one before spooning herself another one. 

"Slow down Max, I don't want to be carrying you home" you giggle, noticing Steve and his gang across the room and downing your own drink. 

"I'll leave you girls to it, come find me later babe" Billy said leaning down to give you a kiss, you hear the exclaims of disappointment from the girls in the room and decide to really mark your territory. You grab hold of the back of Billy's head and pull him in for a full on passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless.

"Just marking my territory babe, be good" you tease and bite your lip as he laughs at you. 

"Believe me, my eyes aren't straying anywhere. You're the fittest here, I can't wait to get you home." Billy said giving you one last smack on the ass before walking off to cause trouble. 

You notice Steve drinking quite a lot and hope he stays out of Billy's way but to be fair you and Max were also drinking quite alot. You could feel the alcohol going to head making you feel fuzzy and unbalanced, you needed to sit down before you fell down.

You pulled Max outside with you, hoping the cool, night air would bring you round abit. As you sit on the wall you light up a cigarette and offer Max one, the cool air was definitely helping. 

"What the hell's going on down there?" Max asked craning her neck to try and see over your head and the bushes behind you. You hadn't been paying attention to the noises that were coming from behind you but now Max had mentioned it you could hear cheers and a lot of commotion.

You jump down from the wall and head down the path towards the cheers to find Billy doing a handstand over a keg. You roll your eyes, you should've known it was Billy being the centre of attention. You shake your head as you laugh along with everyone, you couldn't help but feel a little bit proud. 

"...40, 41, 42" everyone chanted, yourself and Max included. 

"We've got ourselves a new keg king --" Tommy H shouted while raising Billy's Arm in the air "BILLY, BILLY, BILLY..." the chanting continued. 

"That's how you do it, Hawkins--" Billy smiles widely as he spots you in the crowd "that's how you do it!" Billy pumps the air with his fist and lifts you up in his arms so you're straddling him. Billy's excitement was contagious, your cheeks were hurting from smiling so widely as the crowd continues to chant Billy's name. 

Billy carries you to the house like his trophy, Tommy H and the crowd following behind cheering Billy on. Billy puts you back on the ground and tightly wraps his arm around your shoulder as you walk into the kitchen for a drink to celebrate. 

Billy pulls you through the crowd to the kitchen where you realise Tommy H was approaching Steve. Your gut clenched as you realised this was a bad idea, you'd seen how much Steve had been drinking and Billy wasn't far behind. You pull on Billy's hand showing him your concern but he was still buzzing and didn't notice. 

"We've got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington" Tommy H said to Steve. You could see the angry look in Steve's eye, you'd never seen him look this angry before and you could feel dread. 

Billy pushed you behind him as he steps closer to Steve, the adrenaline still coursing through him, spurring him on. Steve leans forward into Billy's face and spits on him, you feel Billy's body tense as he anger begins to take over him. Your happiness is replaced by fear as you worry about what Billy will do to Steve. Billy grits his teeth as he scowls at Steve before hurling himself over the counter that was separating the both of them. 

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you shout at Billy to stop. Billy lands a punch right on Steve's nose causing it to pop and splatter blood all over his face. People rush forward to grab Billy and Steve and separate them before anymore damage was done. They struggled against the restraint, desperately trying to get at each other.

"Why don't you just fuck off with your whore and leave me alone?" Steve spat at Billy.

"Don't fucking call her that, you pussy" Billy spat back. You were hurt by Steve calling you whore, you didn't think you deserved that. 

"Well she is. I saw you both fucking in the showers. next time maybe don't leave your clothes laid out on the floor of the locker room --" Steve shouted venomously, turning to face you. Everyone was looking at you and talking about you and you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "-- She's nothing but a slut" 

Billy lunges forwards, breaking free from his restraint and pulling three of the guys holding him back, to the ground. Quick as lightning Billy grabs Steve in a headlock pulling him away as he lays into him. The anger surging through him because of Steve insulting you. Billy grabs Steve by the throat and pushes him up against the fridge, knocking the contents over. Steve feet swing as he tries to plant them on the ground, Billy was holding up above ground by his throat and he wasn't letting go. The adrenaline and alcohol mixing together were making you feel faint but at the same time turned on by how protective Billy was of you.

A group of guys finally manages to pull Billy off of Steve, leaving him coughing and spluttering in a heap on the floor. Billy stands over Steve and spits on him before turning and walking away. 

You push your way through the crowd, that had gathered to watch the fight, trying to catch up with Billy. 

You finally make it outside but can't see Billy anywhere, so you sulk around the now quiet garden until you spot Billy sat by the pool. 

Billy looks up from the ground as you approach and you notice the softness in his eyes as he realises it's you. You instantly relax when you realise he wasn't mad at you and he seemed to have calm down in general.

He pat's the wall next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. He puts his arm around as you sit down and you cuddle up to his warmth. 

"Are you ok babe? Thank you for standing up for me." You said resting your hand on his chest.

"I'm ok now, just wish I hadn't lost my temper so much" Billy said lowering his head again.

You lifted Billy's face to look at you again "You really weren't in the wrong Billy, he spat at you! I mean that is so low, he totally baited you" 

"I suppose. I can't stand people calling you a slut just because you're with me, like there's a lot more to me than people know" Billy said nervously, the vulnerability taking over him again. Your heart warmed at the thought of Billy opening up to you so soon, in trusting you enough to be vulnerable in front of you. 

"I know babe. Listen, I see you Billy, I see all of you" you say softly "I get you, I understand you. I want you, all of you. Even the parts of you that you don't like, I like them. I like your cockiness and how you don't take anybody's shit, but I love how protective and caring you are" 

Taken aback and unable to find the right words to say to you, Billy chose to kiss you deeply instead, catching you by suprise and taking your breath away.

[flowerpowell]

WIP Wednesday / Sneak Peek Saturday / Six Sentences Sunday / Fanfic Friday etc

Thank you @desiree-0816 for tagging me in these every single week, I didnt have anything at all thats why I never replied but I finally had the time to work on a few things so here we go (even though it’s like thursday lol):

Chapter 3 of Until You Hate Me:

“Wow, it’s so big and oof--” Riley was almost knocked out by a small, fluffy ball that jumped at her.

“Ah, this is Chance, Maxwell’s dog. He must feel you’re a good person because he is never that happy about strangers,” Liam smiled as he extended to take her coat. She handed it to him and when Liam walked away to hang it, she leaned down to Chance. 

“Hey, buddy! I’m super flattered you like me but can you please bite me or start barking at me so Liam doesn’t think I’m good?” She asked and Chance titled his head in confusion. “You see,” she lowered her voice, “I have a mission to complete.”

From Honeymoon Surprise, my Colt x MC one shot set in The Boy Next Door universe ;)

"I can’t believe this is your suprise.”

“What? You don’t like it?” Colt smirked and Ellie narrowed her eyes. 

“You really like to remind me of my lowest point, don’t you?” She pouted and Colt laughed, pulling her closer. 

“What can I say, it was pretty entertaining. But for real though,” he kissed her temple, “I just wanted to do something nice for my wife.”

From my Bloodbound self-insert drabble:

You look around the room but the surroundings don’t tell you anything. You gulp. Has it finally happened? Have you finally been dream-transported to a book you never played?

You risk a glance at the mirror to see what you look like. 

Please, don’t be OH MC, please, don’t be OH MC. 

You remember that face. You’re in Bloodbound. Your heart almost skips a beat when you realize... you never really finished book one. And played only the first chapter of book two, you know the rest only from other people’s screenshots. 

It’s even worse. You don’t remember who you were romancing. 

No, even worse than that. When you tried to play you killed MC a few times in one chapter. You gulp.

So this is how I die...

From my TRR/TRH self-insert drabble:

"What about Savannah?” You ask and see Drake’s eyes widening.

“Savannah? What about her?” He asks and you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

“Why she’s not here? We’re past the point in the book where we learn Betrand had been sleeping with her and they have a son together, aren’t we?”

“HE’D BEEN WHAT?” Drake asks and you immediately regret everything. 

Oh, no. We’re clearly not there yet.

“I... have no idea what is she talking about...” Bertrand stutters and Drake grabs his tie, pulling him closer, his eyes narrowed.

“DO YOU SLEEP WITH MY SISTER?! DO YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS?!”

“I... Yes, I did, but I don’t know where she is right now and I--” he is interrupted by Drake’s fist. He punches him again and Bertrand falls on the floor. Maxwell runs to help his brother and Liam tries to stop Drake, who’s still yelling at Bertrand. 

You stand still, biting your lip as you look at the scene in front of you.

Oh my gosh. 

I truly am the downfall of Cordonia.

From my first Thomas Mendez fanfic:

“You look beautiful,” she heard a voice from behind her and felt Thomas’ arms encircling her waist. He peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses and she giggled.

“Flatterer! Look out for the makeup!” She squealed and pulled away quickly.

“Don’t worry about Vanessa, love. She’s always bitter, you know.”

“I do, I’m just nervous,” she shrugged slightly. It wouldn’t be her first encounter with Vanessa but the first one after the summer. And the summer was… eventful.

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Kitchen apron (Tony Stark x reader)

Summary: You buy a new lingerieset and wanted to suprise Tony. He brought an unannounced guest to diner, making you freak out in the kitchen.

Warnings: leading to smut

Wordcount: 700

A/N: A short one, but I like this one. Requests are welcome!

You ready yourself with the new red lingerie set you’ve bought a few days ago. It was a surprise for Tony, since he had some busy days at work. You have been dating for three years now, but your sexlife was on. Oh, it was so on.

Even though it was so healthy, you both know you had to work for it to keep it that way. A simple missionary position could get quite boring. The dirty talk sometimes felt like a ritual. And it was always just the same. After three years, it wasn’t that weird to spice it up a little. You didn’t need the spice all the time, just sometimes.

This was one of those times. You just got out of the shower and got this nice expensive lingerieset for him to tear of your body. You curled your hair and put on Tony’s favourite lipstick. If he gets home, you make sure that you’re in the kitchen pretending to make diner.

After an hour, you hear the door. You hurry to the kitchen and just mess around abit, making some noises. You hear the door open, which only makes you more excited. You couldn’t wait for Tony to see you like this.

“You sure it’s not a problem?”, some male voice says. “No, of course not. Y/N always cooks way too much for the two of us.” Oh. My. God. Someone is with him.

You are standing in the kitchen with your new lingerie. Quickly you look around for something to hide your lingerie with, but the only thing you can find is a kitchen apron. Well, it’ll have to do.

“Honey?” You were still struggling with getting the thing on. “Yeah, j- just a sec”, you exclaim, turning red all over your face.

“Okay, uh- Steve’s joining diner, that alright?”, Tony calls back. Steve? Oh my god, of all people, Steve is here. America’s Golden Boy is about to see you in a sexy lingerie set and a kitchen apron. God, what the hell would he think?

“Steve? Oh- Yes, of course!” Your voice is getting a bit high pitched due to the panic that is now officially taking over your body. This was such a stupid idea.

You hear footsteps coming toward the kitchen, so you lean on the counter, trying to hide as much as possible. Tony walks in, without Steve.

“Hey.” He walks towards you and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. “How was your day?” He gets two glasses and pours them with water.

“Uh- great. Hey, honey, can I ask you for a favour?” Your head’s all red now and Tony notices. His lips curl op. “What?”, he chuckles.

You turn around, showing him your bare back and also giving him a sneak peak of the new lingerie you’ve bought. You walk towards him. “I thought you would come home alone”, you whisper embarrassed. His eyes are on your body, trying to take in the situation.

“Shit”, he whispers, “I’m gonna make Steve leave. Now.” He puts the two glasses of water back on the kitchen table.

“Hey, Steve, I’m sorry buddy, but turns out Y/N got us table at some fancy place. Rain check?” You’re still in the apron and can’t wait to get out of it. Please Steve, just leave.

You hear some talking and a door. Is he.. gone? You wanted to peek around the corner, but Tony’s already back in the kitchen. “Oh, honey. You’re in some trouble”, he says and pushes his lips on yours.

Just when you wanted to free yourself from the apron, he stops you. “Let’s keep that new lingerie of yours hidden for a little while longer.”  You nod in approval. You’re going to give him hell of a show. You jump and get your legs around his hip. He walks to the bedroom, not dropping you until you’ve reached the bed. This was going to be one steamy evening.

[bananadineapple]

Distraction >> phase one.

PROMPT: It's Y/N's birthday. The Avengers thought they had the surprise birthday party all planned until Y/N comes in a little too early. Their distraction plan for such a meticulous woman; A classic Barnes seduction that could have all her defenses shut down in seconds.

PAIRING: Bucky x slightlyOCD!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,896

WARNINGS: Language, a bit of NSFW (just a teensy bit)

Masterlist

Phase 1 >> Phase 2

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"WHAT?!"

The whisper actually turned into an echoing shout of disbelief ironically coming from the sly Black Widow. The moment FRIDAY had popped up from the screen and announced the arrival of Y/N, it had everyone stopped dead on their heels. If one were to look at what was happening within the Stark tower at that moment, a celebration was brewing.

Y/N's birthday. It was no doubt that everyone who is everyone in the Avengers loved her dearly, an obvious favorite most especially to Natasha, Steve, and Thor. So an idea sparked between the three and soon had it all laid out; a suprise birthday party.

Until trouble brewed in and HYDRA sent one of their most powerful experimental weapons on an attempted attack to SHIELD, to which the Avengers had to quickly respond to without any second thoughts. Soon enough, the others had realized their plan was way behind schedule to be accomplished overnight, and resulted into the chaos plummeting through the floor.

"I told you we should've left Steve, Wanda and Thor to get started yesterday!" Nat shifts the blame to Tony, who was the one who led the mission.

"It's not my fault Hydra sent in huge ass bogies!" Tony exclaims in his notorious defensive tone, "And hey I didn't even get a thank you for bringing Wanda in who saved your life!"

"Nat, Tony, this is not a good time to argue, we need to get this all done!" In his ever so composed voice, Steve's voice gently rings with a demand that seemed to always do the trick to get the Avengers in order. "Tony, just keep reaching out to the other guests and the caterer. Nat, fix up whatever Y/N has to wear in her room. Let's focus now guys, our birthday girl's in no rush but we are!"

"Ten minutes, sir." FRIDAY muses alarmingly.

Steve sighed deeply, thinking he already had it all together. It sent Bruce into panicking circles around while holding the last minute decorations in his arms, with Thor picking up the notch with aggressively wrapping the gifts, and Wanda fiddling the food array quickly with her powers.

"Popcorn to your left!" Wanda warns hurriedly as she flicks her hand to command the delicate bowl of popcorn to its place.

"Thor, how are the presents doing?" Clint says without turning from where he was firing up some streamers to the ceiling. "Almost done?"

"In a minute!" The confused Asgardian had no clue to such earthly gifts, resulting in oddly colored wrappings.

Amidst the silly chaos happening, one particular man was just standing nearby with nothing else to do, watching this unlikely scene from the Avengers. Bucky Barnes, like he always does, stands against the entrance door in a silent but awkward manner. He swore he had never seen such a remarkable group of individuals so called as 'earth's mightiest heroes' panic about a slight mishap from their suprise plan.

"Wow this is going great." The soldier chuckles with a shake of his head.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Tony remarks in an annoyed tone, obviously bothered at how Bucky seemed to be doing nothing.

Bucky wasn't exactly doing nothing. Yeah, maybe nothing to contribute to the decorations or the food or the invitations. But a gift. Aside from the one Bucky sees Thor giving a little shake for a sneak peek, the second one was what he was working on all the while he stood still amidst the chaos. For many times, not just that day, maybe a few months back even, he had planned everything in his mind. It wasn't something like a cheesy poem or a song, God knows he wasn't gifted with such wonderful play of words. But something more personal, something rooting from deep with the recesses of his heart.

It beats to a song of endearment to Y/N. He didn't know that it was already becoming obvious to the others, but with Y/N, the whole world seems to tune out and everything just falls to her. Sure, at first, he could admit her irresistible​ figure playing with his thoughts was the first to catch his attention, but ever since she came closer, showed bits and piece of who she really was through her small habits, through her words and her movements, he found himself falling in deeper that he thought he would.

Bucky Barnes decided that on that day, with the words well rehearsed in his head, that he would break the curse of not being able to muster up the courage to tell her. Tell her how he feels happy when she laughs, or disheartened when she cries. Tell her how he always wanted to hold her gentle hands or kiss her lips always full of smiles. Tell her how beautiful she is despite her exact words going against it. Tell her how much he adores her for showing her raw self, how human she is and how bold she is to show such imperfections that he still grew to love.

He wasn't in too deep yet, but that day, the gift of a heartfelt confession was his way of asking if he could fall in deeper.

Hey, Y/N, I love you.

Too deep in a trance, Bucky still remained motionless infront of a ticked off Tony, who instantly snaps his fingers infront of his dazed eyes.

"Seriously, you have a high-tech metal arm, use it for something good damnit!"

"Exactly the point. I've helped Wanda enough, she can practically do my job with a wave of her hand." When Bucky shrugged, Tony oddly wanted and thought quickly of what he can do.

One particular task came into mind.

"Mmmm no time to banter with you, just do a quick check at the back and look for the box-"

Tony didn't need to gasp for Natasha, and everyone else, to pick up that there was a problem, again. With his eyes widened, phone fixated still on his ear, it was the expression of someone forgetting something entirely big.

"The package."

Everyone held their breaths. 11 minutes in panic, and they'd already forgotten the one thing most important for their plan.

"What?!" Bucky exclaims with widened, worried eyes.

"The package?!" Tony replies in a pitch higher than his usual, which usually meant that he was clearly panicking. "Y/N's gift from T'Challa?!"

"Can't that wait until tomorrow?" One suggestion Clint raises was already turned down with a sigh from Tony.

"No it obviously can't, it's on its way here! And so is Y/N in a few. damn.seconds!"

Faint footsteps echo from outside the door. A good minute and a half far from where the Avengers huddled together quickly as they could with hushed tones.

"We need a distraction, ASAP!" Sam implies.

"What could possibly distract that woman?!" Thor raises a certain point about their fellow avenger that brough her here in the first place, "Do you not remember her exemplary skills in focus?"

1 minute. Time was running out. And it was a good thing Clint was next to Bucky.

"Bucky! He could distract Y/N!"

Only Bucky had an expression of confusion on his face, to which he observed how the others had knowing looks on their faces. Steve, most of all, had an actual grin to his face.

“Yes! With a little flaunt of the Soldier’s charms and a few intimate words could sweep the lady off her feet.” Thor pats his companion’s back with a smile Bucky found odd.

“This should be fun!” Wanda replied with a giggle, also odd.

“Hey, uh, is anyone noticing the fact that I have no LITERAL IDEA WHAT YOU GUYS ARE TALKING ABOUT?”

With the alarming time left, and with Y/N's singing voice getting nearer and nearer by the second, the rest all nodded in unison and went off, except for Bucky’s ignored response,  and was still standing bewildered in the middle of the room.

"Bucky!" Nat whispers loudly to the frozen man, "Distract! Y/N?!"

"Wha-wait-uh-hold on a damn minute!" Bucky whispers back a bit too aggressively, "Why isn’t anyone answering my question?! What’s happening?!?!"

"Suprise party. Distraction. That's what happening, ASAP." Tony exclaims.

"Oh man he thinks we don't know." Clint almost too quickly picks up the message from Bucky's confused gaze.

"Wow, this is cute." Sam chuckles in amusement and points to the Soldier's dumfounded face. "He really doesn't know!"

"Don't know what?!"

It was true that at that moment the soldier had no idea what they all meant. Of course he wanted to help in getting a party accomplished for Y/N, but out of all possible distractions why him? The 20 seconds wasted with silently staring them all down began to get in Tony's skin.

"Nat, trying not to nag here." Tony whispered to Nat while trying his best not to open his mouth at Bucky.

"Okaayyy uh," She glid hurriedly beside Bucky and proceeded to guide him out of the room, "Buck, it's pretty obvious you have the hots for our birthday girl and-"

"WHa-" Bucky was about to retaliate but was quickly interrupted with Nat's finger on his lips.

"Abp abp abp! No fiddle faddle nonsense, Barnes, times running out. Don't worry soldier, she has the same thoughts about you."

Everything was happening all too fast that not even the Winter Soldier could process. But at the realization of having the nearing woman from the other side of the door across the room have the same feelings he's been harboring for months had him feeling oddly confident with executing the distraction.

"She does?" He says with a grin as Nat stops him in place, "Y/N, she thinks I'm hot?"

"More than that actually but..." The news got even better in Bucky's ears, "...we need the hot version first."

The footsteps came to a stop, with a few murmurs of annoyance from Y/N and a few rummaging noises. FRIDAY had apparently created a small diversion to buy some time for Bucky. Nat sighed in relief to as she takes in a few quick seconds to analyze how Bucky should look, other than completely smitten with his stupid grin.

"Take off your jacket, Barnes." The suggestion snapped Bucky into an awkward scoff.

"What?!"

"Not repeating it again. Jacket off, look hot enough to distract Y/N."

Bucky didn't actually needed to be commanded that, he did so willingly, but a bit too excited than seductively. It was something Nat knew he could figure out himself, but had no time to lecture him how to do it. Y/N's thoughts itself could do the trick for them with the help of Bucky's 'visuals'.

"I-I don't get it." Nat raises her brows towards the doubtful man infront of her, "Why would she like me back??"

"Why the hell not?" She remarks, in a tone final to her point, "Assassin skills, killer charms, why wouldn't Y/N be drooling over you?"

30 seconds.

"Look, Barnes, we have a few seconds left. It's Y/N's birthday, and you and I both know we all want her to have a great time today. You out of all people would want that more than anything, right?"

Right. He'd want nothing more but to bring that lovely smile on her lips and that melodic wholehearted laughter filling the room with such warmth and joy.

"We...she's counting on you, Buck." Nat grins with a suggestive raise of her brows, "Besides, you can count this as a birthday gift for her."

"I uh...actually planned to give her a special knife."

"Yeaahhhh...make out sesh with her dream guy sounds better..."

With a final assuring pat on the back from Nat, she abruptly turns towards the room, where Bucky could slightly hear the sound of boxes being tumbled around everywhere.

"Whatever you do, Buck, do NOT-" Nat twirls in a snap to stress her next point, "let Y/N through that room until Wanda gives you the signal. "

Until it all sank into Bucky that his flirting skills were a bit rusty since '45. The worse timing, actually, to suddenly fluster up and not know what to do.

"Nat! WAIT! How do I-eh!" He was even confused as what to say.

"Look hot, say pick-up lines, bite your lip, take your shirt off, make out or whatever! Just pull out those Bucky charms she's been ogling over for months!" Nat's voice slowly began to sound inaudible that Bucky could not make out what she meant.

By then it was too late to ask for any help. It was between the surprise, him, and Y/N who was still murmuring in annoyance to the minor distraction FRIDAY has sent on the door keypad.

Look hot. How did I do that before?! Bucky thinks, slightly panicking at where to position himself.

How would he sweep off Y/N's feet? In those many months that he could only but stare at her beautiful charms and let his mind wander to such intimate thoughts as he fell in love with her, how would he pursure Y/N's heart? It was easy to pursue her eyes, no doubt, but the thought of Y/N reciprocating his feelings? He couldn't help but daydream.

I'd look into her eyes. Just take a moment and lock our gazes together until she's in my control. I'd drive her back slowly onto the wall, a place helpless to her attempts of going away, grab her by the hips, watch her pretty face fluster. God how beautiful she would look that close. And in moments I'll have her lips on mine in a passionate embrace, completely breaking down all her walls and distracting her far, far away from where we are.

And it was good that he did, as the inspiration stirred through Bucky's mind he'd already placed himself on the couch, jacket off, in a position that looked like he was resting.

To which Y/N walks into and gives her the surprise of a lifetime.

"Hey, Y/N." Bucky's suprisingly smooth voice greets her.

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LOL WHUUUTT??? A CLIFFHANGER??? AWWHHH YEAH pulled up a trick up my sleeve there ehHEEHEHEH ;)) don't worry, I'll have you know that I will write Part 2 as soon as I can.

Which would be in 3 days, since me and my family are going somewhere that doesn't have wifi (YIKES), sooo I'll leave you guys with Part 1 first. Let me know if y'all want a part 2.

Inbox is still free to requests! Drop em down whenever :)

- Nadine

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