#then ran into a trailer hitch on my way back inside from getting them

[shezamaverick]

The Post Concert Depression™️ is still hittin’ two days later 🙃

[sjsmith56]

Getting Hitched, Chapter 26 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: It’s the wedding day!

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Tommy, everyone.

Warnings: Lacey experiences a dizzy moment due to the heat but otherwise it’s all fluff.

Author notes: Bucky gets the woman he loves, and more.

<<Chapter 25

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There were several Avengers that got up with Bucky for a run the next morning. Even Terry and Tommy came out and joined them. They ran the perimeter of Clint's farm which didn't take long for most of them. By the time they got back the caterers had pancakes, sausages, bacon and scrambled eggs ready for everyone. There were also an assortment of muffins, pastries and fresh fruit. No one said anything when both Bucky and Tommy piled up their plates, knowing already they had caloric requirements for the high metabolism they shared. Clint came out to the food tables and loaded up a plate for Lacey, taking it back in the house.

Bucky watched, a big smile on his face. "I'm not even allowed to see her at breakfast?" he called as Clint went back inside.

"No," replied Clint leaning out the door briefly. "You'll see her this afternoon."

There was some laughter from the other guests and Bucky stayed put in his chair, stuffing his face, as Tommy called it. He noticed Terry sitting next to Sarah and were both flirting in an outrageous way. When he glanced at Sam, sitting on his other side it seemed he was okay with it. Sam looked at him and shrugged slightly.

"She's a grown woman," he said. "He's a nice man."

"So was I," said Bucky, in mock offence.

"You were taken," replied Sam, then he changed the subject. "So, what's this big announcement that Fury's going to make at the reception?"

"I don't know," lied Bucky. "He hasn't said anything to me."

"You're a terrible liar," said Sam. "I'm shocked he's even going to be here. There's only a skeleton crew minding the compound and I never heard of him attending any social functions with the old Avengers."

"Times change," said Bucky. "Maybe they have the training centre completed."

"Right," drawled Sam. "I can just see you being the first one there, pumping iron, doing a thousand push ups every day, and practicing your marksmanship."

"It's why I'm good at what I do," replied Bucky. "My body is a machine, Sam. Haven't you always said that?"

Sam sniffed and kept eating his breakfast while Bucky just chuckled. They were all going to be so surprised. Clint came out of the house again and this time he was looking for volunteers starting with Bucky and Sam.

"We have to finish decorating the barn," he announced. "Dressing the chairs, and tables, setting them in the right position, making sure the stage is safe for the DJ. Peter, you know technical stuff, can you check the lighting and make sure it all works?"

Peter Parker stopped chewing, mid-bite. "Sure, I can do that," he said, with his mouth partially full of food.

With Clint glaring at everyone breakfast seemed to speed up and soon there was a small army finishing the barn decoration as well as making sure the wedding ceremony location was also ready. With a couple of hours left before the ceremony Clint was satisfied and everyone was released to begin getting ready.

It was a good thing that Fury made sure they would have enough hot water for the showers as everyone hit them almost at the same time. Bucky needed only five minutes and he didn't care if it was hot or cold having been used to getting it done quickly either way. He came out of his shower and shaved, running his hand over his face after to make sure he hadn't missed a spot. He used a balm instead of an aftershave lotion, wanting to keep his inevitable five o'clock shadow as soft as possible. Then he brushed his teeth and looked out his bedroom door to see Terry and Tommy putting their suits on inside the trailer.

"My bathroom is free if anyone needs to use it," he announced, peeking out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Sam came in to shave and brush his teeth while Bucky started dressing. Tommy came in with his tie in hand.

"Dad, how do I do this?" he asked.

Bucky zipped his pants up then stood behind Tommy in front of a mirror and placed the tie around his son's neck. "I learned the Windsor knot from my dad but when I joined the army they taught me the four-in-hand knot which is easier," he said. "That's the one I use now so I'll show you that one."

Patiently he showed Tommy how to do it, then asked if he wanted a go himself. When Tommy said yes Bucky undid the tie and walked him through it again, letting Tommy work the tie. When Tommy pulled the wide part through the top and down for the final part Bucky smiled at him.

"You got it," he said. "I couldn't have done better myself." Tommy beamed and Bucky hugged him from behind, before planting a kiss on top of his caramel brown hair. "You want some product for your hair?"

Tommy nodded and Bucky grabbed his can of pomade. He took about a dime's worth out, put it in Tommy's palm then told him to rub it well between his hands to warm it up and spread it around his fingers. Next, he instructed Tommy to start from the back of his head and lightly work his fingers to his crown, rub his hands again to redistribute it, then work it into the top and front, making sure to distribute it evenly.

"I use a water based one," he said, "so that it doesn't look greasy or waxy. I make sure my hair is dry when I use it so that it doesn't look wet either. When I was young I used Brylcreem but it makes it look too slick for my taste now. This looks more natural to me."

Gently he adjusted a few pieces of hair that stuck out, smoothing them back into place. Then Sam tossed him a hand towel and he gave it to Tommy to remove the remaining pomade from his hands. His son looked at himself in the mirror and smiled broadly.

"Looks good," he said, turning his head one way then another before smiling at Bucky. "Thanks, Dad."

Bucky felt his throat constrict and his eyes begin to water. "You're welcome," he said, trying not to give in to the strong emotion he felt at that moment.

Tommy went back out to the living area of the RV and Bucky watched him, noticing that Sarah was helping Terry with his tie. There were several soft looks and smiles exchanged between them as she straightened the knot, then his collar.

"You're a good Dad," said Sam, who had witnessed Bucky and Tommy's moment as he came out of the bathroom. "You're going to be okay at being a husband and father."

"Thanks," replied Bucky, turning back, slightly embarrassed. He picked up his shirt, put it on, and began buttoning it up. "I missed out on so much with him. Lacey did such a good job raising him. So did Terry. I kind of hope he and Sarah make a go of it. He would be good to her and the boys." He hesitated for a moment. "Lacey's pregnant, five weeks. We're going to announce it at the reception but you're my best friend, so I'll tell you now."

Sam stuck his hand out grinning. "Congratulations, that's awesome," he said. "She really is the right woman for you. Even when you two were split up you looked out for her and Tommy. You're a good man, Buck. Really, you are."

"So are you," replied Bucky, who took a deep breath. "Let's get this wedding going, okay?"

Sam nodded and left Bucky to finish getting ready. By the time they assembled in the living area of the RV there was a knock on the door. Laura came in with the boutonnières and a small box for Bucky. He opened it and smiled as he read the enclosed note. It was a Rolex, a vintage one. Sam looked at it and whistled out loud.

"That's beautiful," he said. "Do you know how old it is?"

"1941," said Bucky. "She found it when she went wedding dress shopping in New York." The tears began forming in his eyes as he strapped it on his right wrist. He pulled his handkerchief out and dabbed at his eyes. "Look at me, I'm crying like a baby. Laura, tell her I loved it. I won't wear it on missions because I'm scared I'll break it but I'll wear it for special occasions. Hold on, while I get her present."

He went back to the bedroom and came out with a long flat case, handing it to Laura without a word, only a smile. She kissed him on the cheek and left with the case.

"Pearls," he said to the others. "I've always loved seeing a woman in pearls. I have something for all of you as well. Let me get them." He returned to the bedroom and came out with three different sized boxes and a folded piece of paper. "I wasn't sure what to get you but I'm a practical guy, so Sam, I got you this for one of those quiet nights on your porch, enjoying the ambience."

He handed him a box. Inside was a bottle of 20 year old Macallan scotch, an engraved crystal glass, and a package of three premium cigars. Sam nodded his head smiling.

"Thank you," he said. "You'll have to come and taste this sometime. I'll bet it's good."

Bucky turned to Terry and smiled emotionally at him. "I wasn't expecting to find another man who I regarded as a brother," he began. "After you first punched me I thought for sure you hated me but later you extended your hand in friendship. I've appreciated your counsel since then. Here, I was told these are really good and I thought they would come in handy during an afternoon game."

Bucky handed Terry his box and he opened it up to a pair of Oakley sunglasses. Smiling he took them out and put them on, then went into the bathroom to see how they looked. He came out and gave Bucky a bear hug, thanking him profusely. Bucky looked at Tommy.

"You were the hardest to buy for because you're not old enough to drink," he said, smiling. "You're not old enough to smoke, and at your age I would be worried about you losing an expensive pair of sunglasses. So your Mom and I talked and I convinced her that once we move to where we told you, you could have one of these to ride around on the property."

He unfolded the sheet of paper and gave it to Tommy. His face erupted in a big smile as it showed a smaller version of a Kawasaki motorcycle, a different model from Bucky's.

"Seriously, Dad?" he asked. "You trust me on a motorbike?"

"Well, I'll teach you to maintain it, and ride it properly. You can only do it if you're geared up with a helmet and protective wear," replied Bucky. "Like I said, it's only for riding on the property. You're not old enough to have a licence so you can't ride it on the roads or highways. I trust you, Tom. Don't let me down."

Tommy grabbed him around the middle and held on tight. Bucky patted his back.

"What's that box for?" asked Tommy, pointing to a small box on the counter.

"Well, that's something for Sarah," said Bucky, looking fondly at her. "Kind of a thank you for letting me live with them and being like my sister."

He opened the box, revealing a white gold bracelet with a single birthstone. Taking it out he fastened it to her wrist receiving a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

They put their boutonnières on, with Sarah's help, then Bucky led them to the door and they went out into the heat of the day. Almost everyone was already seated at the wedding venue. Even though there were industrial fans blowing the air around most people were fanning themselves in the heat.

"You ready for a wedding, Sergeant Barnes?" said a familiar voice and Bucky turned to see Nick Fury, accompanied by Dr. Strange and Wong.

"I'm ready," said Bucky. "Thank you for everything you've done to make it happen. It's been a great week."

"Good," replied Fury. "It's been a long time since we had a happy occasion to celebrate. Here's to many more such occasions."

The three men took their seats and the officiant waved to Bucky then came to see him. He was a local, who performed non-religious ceremonies which is what Bucky and Lacey wanted. As he approached them, he had a big smile.

"You have a beautiful day for your wedding, Bucky," he said. "I've heard that Lacey will be ready in about five minutes so if you gentlemen want to come up front and wait there it's fine. The guitarist is in place and will begin playing the music as soon as the bridesmaids appear."

He returned to the front with Bucky and the others following him. They sat on the chairs provided for them and Bucky breathed deeply, running through a grounding exercise in his mind to keep his anxiety down. The officiant received the signal, telling Bucky and the others it was time. He signalled the guitar player who began playing What a Wonderful World. Bucky stood up and watched as Lila started her walk, followed by Lacey's sister Nancy, then finally Laura Barton. When the song changed to Elton John's Your Song, he saw Clint lead Lacey out of the house, then down the steps. His heart flew up into his throat as she came into view. She wore a cream coloured dress of lace, with her hair up and flowers inserted in the back. Around her neck was the string of pearls. In her arms was a small bouquet of deep red roses. They waited at the back briefly then began the slow walk to him. Her eyes were only on him as his were on hers and he thought he had never seen her so beautiful as she looked at that moment. When she and Clint arrived in front of him, Clint put her hand into Bucky's, then patted his friend on the back. Lacey got a kiss on the cheek. They turned and faced the officiant who smiled at them both.

"Folks, go ahead and sit down," he announced. "We're here to witness the ceremony of marriage between Lacey Christina Williams and James "Bucky" Barnes. This wedding has been almost ten years in the making since this couple first met in 2014, then were separated by circumstance and tragedy. Even though they faced difficulties after being reunited in 2023 they both hoped their love would prevail and it has as they are here today to commit to a life together. Before we begin, if there is any reason this couple should not marry, I would ask that an objection be raised now."

He looked over the assembled guests and nodded his head when no one said anything.

"Bucky, would you please say your vows to your beloved Lacey?" he asked.

Bucky faced Lacey and took her hand in his. "In the fall of 2014, I was a broken man; on the run, trying to get away from those who would use me against my will. I was a stranger and you gave me shelter. I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty and you quenched my thirst. Even though I had to leave the next day I never forgot your kindness, and you stayed in my heart from that time on. When I learned that you gave me a son I vowed I would make it right and marry you. Today is the completion of that vow. From this day forward I promise to love only you, to be faithful only to you, to be a good husband and father to our son, and any other child you bless me with. With you I will always be truthful, respectful, and to protect you and our family from harm."

She smiled at him the whole time he spoke, and when his voice broke during his vows for the future, she pulled her hand out of his and caressed his cheek.

"Lacey, would you please say your vows to your beloved Bucky?" asked the officiant.

She took his hand in hers and looked up at him. "There is so much that I could say to you about how we fell in love so quickly, even though it was months before we told each other how we felt," said Lacey. "Though we faced a long-distance separation, misunderstandings, and a kidnapping, I never once doubted your love for me. The hardest time was those five years when I thought you were lost to me for good. Now, I'm standing in front of you, older, hopefully wiser, and absolutely sure that this was always meant to happen. I know with certainty that I will never love anyone as much as I love you, there is no other who will ever tempt me, that being your wife will bring joy to my heart and having more children with you will bring joy to our lives. I will always be truthful to you, and I will be your loving partner in everything for the rest of our lives together."

"I will now ask Bucky and Lacey to declare their intent," said the officiant. "Usually the couple declares individually but they have asked to declare it together, as a symbol of their devotion to each other. Bucky and Lacey, do you take this person, standing before you, to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to live together in matrimony, to love each other, comfort each other, honour and keep each other, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"

"We do," they both said, smiling at each other as they said it.

"May I have the rings, please?" asked the officiant, receiving them from Laura and Sam. "These rings are unbroken circles and symbolize the infinite love of your commitment together. When you wear them remember this moment as the time when your journey from first meeting each other came full circle to when you committed yourselves to each other for eternity." He handed Bucky the ring for Lacey. "Bucky, repeat after me, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge to love you today, tomorrow, always and forever."

Bucky placed the ring on Lacey's finger and repeated the vow. He handed Bucky's ring to Lacey.

"Lacey, repeat after me," he said. "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge to love you today, tomorrow, always and forever."

Lacey placed the ring on Bucky's ring finger and repeated the vow.

"Friends and family of the couple," said the officiant. "I know that many of you have waited for this moment as much as these two have. With you as witnesses, Bucky and Lacey have pledged to be joined in marriage. They have sealed their pledges with the exchange of wedding rings. By the authority granted to me by the State of Iowa, I now pronounce you married. You may now complete the ceremony with the sharing of a kiss."

To applause, whistles, and several cheers Bucky placed both of his hands on Lacey's cheeks and gave her a tender but passionate kiss. Then they hugged each other firmly. As they signed the papers with Laura and Sam, the guitarist played Fly Me to the Moon which some people sang along with. He followed that up with How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You). For their exit processional he played Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours. They formed a receiving line, so everyone had a chance to say their congratulations then were able to get a drink, a scotch for him, ginger ale for Lacey. Bucky put his arm around Lacey and kissed the top of her head.

"You look amazing," he said. "My heart was in my throat when you came out of the house. I couldn't believe how beautiful you looked."

"Thank you for the pearls," she replied. "I cried when I saw them."

She wavered slightly and Bucky put his arm around her. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Maybe you should sit for a while?"

"It's just warm," replied Lacey. "I felt a little faint for a moment."

"Sam, could you see if the bar can make up a little ice bag for Lacey?" asked Bucky. "I think she's feeling the heat."

Sam ran over to the bar and came back with a plastic bag full of ice. Bucky placed it on the back of Lacey's neck and she looked at him in appreciation. "You take such good care of me," she said.

Clint was suddenly there studying her with a concerned face. "You're not going to faint at your own wedding are you?" he asked. "Bucky I have some sport drinks inside. Lacey can sip on one to restore her electrolytes. She should be in a cooler environment, maybe in your trailer?"

"But what about the photographer?" she asked.

"I'll talk to him," said Clint. "He won't want the bride fainting in the heat. It would hurt the baby."

Lacey started to cry. "Did Laura tell you?" she asked.

"We've had three," smiled Clint, looking at Laura who was vigorously shaking her head at Lacey's assumption. "You don't think I couldn't tell when Laura was first pregnant with the last two? Now, go cool down. You have a couple of hours before the reception. The photographer will do your pictures a little later and the light will be so much better."

Bucky picked her up in his arms and carried her to the trailer followed by the others. As soon as he sat her down on the sofa, he cranked up the air conditioning. Clint brought the sport drink, and she sipped it while Bucky kept the ice bag on the back of her neck. A few minutes later there was another knock on the door. Sam opened it to Bruce and Dr. Strange. Bruce kneeled in front of Lacey; his face full of concern.

"You got a bit overheated?" he asked. "How far along are you?"

She looked at Bucky, who shrugged. "Is there anyone who doesn't know by now?" she asked.

Bruce smiled apologetically. "I saw Bucky carrying you," he replied. "I've seen you pregnant before, remember? Stephen is an MD as well so we're just making sure you're okay. No one else knows."

"I'm about five weeks," said Lacey. "I had my implant removed about seven weeks ago. Missed my period, took an over-the-counter pregnancy test, no morning sickness. I just felt a little faint and you're all making such a big deal over this."

"Of course we are," said Bruce, with his gentle voice. "You're part of the Avenger family. You were when you were first pregnant with Tommy. We just couldn't help you then as much as we wanted because of circumstances. But now, we're all over it."

"I can examine you with magic and confirm for sure," said Dr. Strange. "If you'll permit me."

Lacey looked at Bucky who just watched it all with a little smile on his face. "They care, Lacey," he said.

She nodded at Dr. Strange and he conjured up several glowing circles from his hands and ran them over her, looking at the symbols that were generated by them. It took only a couple of minutes, then he stopped and stepped back.

"You're right about your timelines," he confirmed. "Your electrolytes were a little out which is why you felt faint. I would suggest you add a little bit of salt to the sport drink to get them back to an acceptable level. Half a teaspoon maybe in what you have left. You should be good to go for the rest of the evening as long as you don't overdo it."

Everyone in the small crowd inside the trailer gave a sigh of relief and Sam brought over the salt container. He poured out an amount on a spoon and poured it into Lacey's sport drink. After she swirled it around to dissolve the salt she sipped it again. Clint, Bruce, and Dr. Strange left satisfied that she would be alright. To her surprise, Lacey began to feel better by the time she was almost finished the drink. Her colour returned and Laura said her skin temperature felt better after laying the back of her hand across Lacey's forehead. Bucky offered her his hand as she stood up and watched her intently for any signs of distress.

"I'm good," she said to everyone. "Really, I feel a lot better. Let's get those photos done and have a party."

They filed out of the trailer and saw Clint standing with the photographer. It was the same man who had taken Lacey's head shot for her second book and he waved.

"You're, okay?" he asked Lacey. "After seeing what Clint has here on the farm, I have some ideas for some unique shots. I definitely want to use that old truck. What a beauty. Shall we get started?"

Bucky and Lacey nodded, following him over to the old truck, where he arranged everyone in various poses on and beside the vehicle. As Clint had predicted the light was better as the sun was lower in the sky. It had a golden property to it that would come through on the finished photographs. By the time the formal photographs were finished the guests were taking their place in the barn for the reception and everyone was in the mood for a party.

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Demon!Eddie [2/?]

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He almost managed to survive high school without too big of a hitch until Chrissy happened.

Of course, he knew there was dark shit under the surface of things, with him being a prime example. But he foolishly hoped he would never meet another one like him. He was laying low (to his standards at least), never exposing himself, steering away from anything even remotely occultist. Just being a regular teenager. Free-spirited, with a penchant for sins, a “freak”, but a teenager nevertheless.

So when Chrissy’s body flew up in the air, right in front of him in his uncle’s unassuming trailer, he knew the jig was up. 

And Eddie, being a coward, decided to run before whatever came for her, could get to him. Or maybe it already did, considering his life as a human being got kind of ruined.

He couldn’t do anything, even running sounded like a risky business right now. He could only pace around the messy shed that felt like his last line of defence, his only safe haven. Although only from humans.

Whenever he passed a stray piece of shiny metal, he looked away, his reflection only making him feel worse. He was too stressed to take control of his body, but there was no one to see his horns anyway. He was painfully, gut-wrenchingly alone. The whole town was against him and the only one who knew what he was, was his uncle. Who he wasn’t going to selfishly drag into his mess. As his only family member, he was getting enough shit already. 

With his senses on high alert, he felt people approach his hideout. He was pretty sure he could sniff out the familiar presence of Henderson but he was with others he didn’t recognise, and they were older. He didn’t know who he could trust and he wasn’t counting on his luck at this point. So he hid in the shadows, willing his horns and claws back under the skin, his grip finding a stray beer bottle. 

It felt like hours of holding his breath and weighing his chances but it was just moments later when he was pinning someone to the wall and showing his meanest face to the startled guy in front of him. He took in his widened gaze and the tantalizing smell. He smelled familiar, of Hellfire kids and fresh sins the way all teenagers smelled of. And arousal, his demon brain supplied, along with registering the lack of fear he was hoping for.

Eddie tightened his grip. Harrington, jock, threat, he reprimanded his demon instincts. 

Then Dustin started talking, finally a comforting familiarity among the madness of the past day, and muscle by muscle, Eddie relaxed and backed away. He watched Harrington rub his neck and the demon inside him twisted, wishing he had drawn blood. 

They sat down (Eddie couldn’t remember when was the last time he just let himself sit down and stop pacing) and he listens to their story. He almost felt foolish for assuming another demon was out to get him, but the whole thing sounded so insane he didn’t feel like being self-conscious at the moment.

He thinks about it but doesn’t tell them. Yes, “my parents sold my soul to the devil for a lifetime supply of meth,” suddenly didn’t sound so crazy anymore but Eddie feared the implications of it. That he could take on another demon and be actually useful for once in his life.

A demon, because he was fairly positive the portal their mindfreak friend opened led to hell. He hoped it did because the mere thought there were other, possibly worse dimensions cohabiting with their own made a bile rise in his stomach and he just got his hands on this cereal and he was going to keep it down, damnit!

The first time Eddie stepped into the Upside Down, an electric shock ran through his body and all air was punched out of his chest. He might have been out of the water but breathing seemed even more impossible than when he was swimming and his skin was on fire. 

Then just as it started, it suddenly stopped and he took a few painful gulps of air. His demon side purred in contentment, nudging at his skin from the inside to be let out.

So, definitely hell. 

But he wasn’t scared. Well, he was, but of his newfound Party. His friends. The ones who clued him into a big government conspiracy and helped him out, the ones he still hasn’t told a word. Because what if after all that, they turned against him? After all, he was a monster, just like the ones they killed.

So he tagged along, hoping against all hope that they’ll fix all this without him ever needing to come out. That one day they could just hang out and laugh about it all like normal human teenagers. With strange otherworldly trauma, but hey, that’s just another thing to bond over. 

Because when he forgot for a moment about the impending doom, Eddie was having the time of his life. Hanging out with Henderson and the rest of The Party, meeting Robin and Steve, other teenagers actually his age. They might be preparing for war but they’re doing it in style.

These were also the times when Eddie would forget that he wasn’t actually human. Not one hundred percent at least. The reason he liked hanging out with the Hellfire kids was very simple and trivial: they didn’t smell of sins. Not yet. While sitting in class he was often distracted by a boner concealed three desks from his, or the overwhelming smell of alcohol from a hungover teen. Eddie didn’t know what kind of purpose his demon senses served but they were pretty annoying when he just wanted to survive high school.

And also hellishly invasive to his new friends. He could feel Max and Lucas making out behind him and just a whiff of Robin told him queer, virgin. It was also hard to explain what he was so amused by when he was the only one to feel the straight aura around Nancy getting fuzzy whenever the two girls talked. 

Eddie also might have been using that for his own entertainment.

Because Steve Harrington smelled like a storm, like fire Eddie was itching to play with. And even watching it was a spectacle in itself.

Usually, Steve’s aura gave off straight(?), definitely not a virgin. With Nancy Wheeler close by, it turned tense, a residual sense of lust, albeit stale like a grandma’s pussy. Yuck, but that’s exactly how it felt to Eddie.

Especially comparing it to when Eddie was the one who leaned close to him. The air around Steve would explode, settling thicker and richer each time. The granny vag let out its last breath and Steve smelled as delicious as the confused guys Eddie would meet at the bars. The smell of straightness (wet concrete after summer rain) turned fruity (a chocolate-covered strawberry bursting open in Eddie’s mouth) and Eddie was quite proud of himself for that. Suck on that, Nancy Wheeler!

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The Rebel (Cillian X OC OneShot)

Warning - smut - and this IS only a one shot, I can't cope writing another series at the minute 😂

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"The fuck does she get off?" Cillian cried, throwing his bag across the trailer he shared with Paul Anderson.

"Someone's a fan of my new love interest!" Paul laughed watching Cillian fume as he paced the small trailer over and over again.

"I knew casting her was a mistake, she's fucking delusional!!!"

"What's she done now..."

"Literally THREW her coffee cup at her PA because she put milk in it... THREW IT!!! At her PA!!! Poor girl was fucking terrified man!"

"She's hot though, ain't she?'

"What? Fuck sake Paul you ever NOT think with your dick?" Paul smirked, raising his eyebrows at Cillian knowingly. "Yes okay, she's a good looking girl, but that doesn't mean she can get away with trampling over people to get her own way does it?"

"Maybe she just needs a good, solid man to ground her a little, bring her back to earth a bit?" Paul smirked.

"Go for it man, good luck to you. Last fella she had probably still needs therapy."

"Oh I wasn't talking about me mate." Cillian looked at him suspiciously.

"What?"

"Oh for fucks sake Cillian, when was your last eye test? Can you not see what's clear as daylight, right in front of you??" Cillian's eyes widened, not understanding a word coming out of Paul's mouth.

"You've lost me."

"Wonder if she's part Irish. Or wants to be...." Cillian's face contorted.

"Don't use that line it's fucking cheesy... Never works either. What's your point?"

"Mate if you don't get in there quick, she's gonna lose interest and Finn will be at it like a shot!"

"You're having a laugh aren't you? I'm not even remotely interested!"

"Uh huh. Okay. Just don't say I didn't warn you eh?" Paul put his baseball cap on and headed out the door, still with a smirk on his face. Cillian took a seat on the sofa and ran his fingers through what was left of his hair, rolling his eyes. Yes, Natalie was fucking hot... But my god was she challenging.

Throwing that cup today was one thing. Telling the director she didn't like her character was another. Her original character was supposed to be Tommy's new 'plaything' behind Lizzie's back, but Natalie had apparently requested a change of direction - she wanted to be Arthur's new love interest, nothing to do with Tommy at all. That confused Cillian, and he'd had to think back to see if he'd ever worked with her in the past, obviously he'd pissed her off at some stage, why else would being his onscreen love interest be so repulsive to her that she demanded an entire script change?

Heading into the bathroom, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He wasn't exactly repulsive, surely? Yes he had a few more wrinkles now that he did in series one, but he was nearly 45 now...

He shook his head quickly - why did it even bother him whether she found him attractive or not?? She was 32, not that much younger than him but still way out of his league, and to top it off she was a fucking nightmare!

But those legs... Her eyes... Her lips... He couldn't help himself imagining those lips wrapped around his cock when he lay in bed in his Manchester apartment alone at night... Without thinking he found himself palming the growing erection under his jeans, feeling that familiar stirring in his groin. Shaking his head quickly, he splashed his face with cold water and rearranged himself in his jeans, calming himself down before he embarrassed himself. Once his erection had gone down, he headed back out of the trailer and over to his hire car, the driver ready and waiting to take him back to the apartment block.

Natalie opened her apartment door and crashed onto the sofa, exhausted. A full week of intense filming, she was more than ready for a soak in the bath and a glass of Shiraz. Opening the cupboard in the kitchen area she groaned - no wine. She also remembered the bubble bath she'd bought, and subsequently left in her trailer back on set...

She fished around in her bag for her room key again, and bit her lip. She knew exactly who would have a bottle of bubble bath... She groaned to herself, having successfully avoided him up until now but her aching limbs were crying out for some Radox. She left her apartment and knocked on the door across the hall.

Cillian answered a few minutes later with just a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet.

"Erm... Hey?" He asked, not opening the door fully, more hiding himself behind it.

"Okay um, this is random I know, but I was just wondering if maybe you had any bubble bath going spare? Please?"

"Really?" He laughed.

"Is it so surprising to you that a girl likes a bath now and again?"

"No actually, what's surprising is that you actually have manners."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You said 'please'. Didn't think you had it in you."

"Listen, you either have bubble bath spare, or you don't, it's a simple fucking question Cillian."

"Those tactics won't work with me love." Cillian

"Forget it, for fucks sake..." She turned to leave, rolling her eyes.

"Wait.. yes I have spare. Come in, I'll grab it for you." He pushed the door open so Natalie could walk inside, before heading into the bathroom. Coming back out with his jeans on, she couldn't help but be drawn to his toned chest and biceps, his upper body still damp from his own bath moments before she'd disturbed him.

Cillian caught her checking him out and smirked a little, handing over the bottle of Radox. She took it, smiling a touch herself.

"You smile too." She lowered her eyes and tried to hide the grin on her face. "You're not as hard faced as you try and make out, are you?" His arms were folded across his chest now, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Her eyes suddenly watered, and she bit her lip. Cillian frowned watching her well up and instinctively moved closer, taking her shoulders into his hands.

"Hey now... I didn't mean to upset you..."

"No... No I deserved it. God I'm so sick of this!"

"Sick of what?"

"I have this reputation of being a diva... With my career... I just like things to be perfect and when they're not I can lose my temper so quickly and it's fucking horrible and I make people hate me!" She choked back a sob, and Cillian pulled her into his arms, holding her as her shoulders shook.

"We all like things to be perfect Nat, but life doesn't work out like a fairytale, things just go wrong and that's okay?"

"I know, and I always feel so fucking guilty afterwards.. I can't stop now - my reputation is the only thing keeping me in the press, keeping me relevant..."

"You're kidding, right? So all this bitchiness, the demanding ways - it's an act?"

"Some of my best work has been off camera Cill." He couldn't help but laugh. He opened the cupboard and pulled out two small glasses, followed by a bottle of Irish Whiskey. Offering Nat one, she nodded, and they both moved into the lounge area.

They talked for a while - comparing stories of Hollywood, other actors they'd worked with, before Cillian cleared his throat. He needed to know the truth about her changing the script to be Arthur's love interest rather than Tommy's, and now she'd sank a few whiskeys, she was probably loose enough to tell him straight.

She hung her head, embarrassed. She knew he'd probably find out eventually, being one of the producers, but she hoped if she avoided him long enough she'd never need to reveal the truth to him.

"I also turned down Inception. And they offered me Thandie Newton's role in The Retreat."

"Okay..."

"I turned them all down when I found out you were in them."

"Ouch!" He chuckled nervously, "I don't think I want to ask why!"

"Because.. and this is awkward so don't laugh yeah?" He nodded as a promise not to, but his eyes widened when she revealed the truth. "Because I've had a crush on you since I was a teenager... And I didn't wanna make it awkward but I guess I just kinda did.."

Cillian was stunned into silence for a minute, or five. His silence made her nervous, and she pulled herself off the sofa to head out, realising how much of a fool she'd made herself. Making a mental note to blame the whiskey in the morning, she stood up, only to feel his hands suddenly on her waist as he stood up next to her.

"So that's why you didn't want to play Tommy's love interest, huh?" He held her in front of him, his hands squeezing her hips as he pulled her closer.

"Would've been too awkward.. for me at least.." closer still, their faces now inches apart.

"Does this feel awkward?" Their bodies met, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel how aroused he was, pressed up against her, making her breathing heavier.

"No..." He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against hers, just ghosting over them.

"And this?" He whispered, his hands moving up, not quite over her breasts, just underneath them and round her lower ribs. She couldn't speak, just shook her head. Her breath hitching in her throat as a hand snaked back down, under her leggings and underwear, softly caressing her inner thigh and mound. Cillian glanced at her, her eyes closed and breathing deepening as his fingers traced her core, pushing a finger inside her to feel how much she was throbbing for him.

"Want me to help you with that?" She nodded again, and felt his fingers probe her, moving up slightly to brush against her clit making her hips grind against him and her fingers press into his biceps. His fingers moved slowly, circling the small bud.

"That feels good...." She panted, rocking her hips to ride his fingers, needing more.

He responded by moving his fingers quicker, pushing the small button harder. Her head fell against his chest and she groaned, her orgasm coming quickly.

"Gonna make a mess on my fingers, Nat?" He whispered in her ear, her breath coming in short bursts now. His other hand moved to her hair, pulling the bobble from it and letting it fall down her back, running his fingers through and tugging it to pull her head back. His lips on her neck, biting and sucking at the skin. Her hand resting on his arm, keeping him in place as he fingered her.

"Don't stop... Don't stop... Faster..." She gasped, and he happily complied. Rubbing her clit hard now under her clothing.

"Make a mess on me, cum for me..." She came with a force she'd never felt before, gripping onto his arms and holding his arm steady, riding her hips against his hand as her orgasm began to subside. He gave her a few minutes to catch her breath before pulling his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste her, groaning at the sweetness and pressing his lips against hers.

Bringing her close again, he backed her up until her calves hit the sofa, before laying her against the cushions and pulling her leggings down, her underwear with them. She spread her legs, biting her lip as his mouth kissed up her thighs.

"You want me to fuck you, Nat?" He lifted her t shirt over her head, her body completely bare now as she nodded.

Her fingers pulled at his jeans, and he unfastened them, easing his erection out before allowing them to fall to the floor, kicking them across the room. Natalie pushed him onto the sofa, sitting up against the cushions before straddling him, his hard cock now pressed against her soaked core.

"I'm gonna fuck you, that okay?" She smiled, her forehead pressed against his as she sunk down on his length, gasping at the sensation of being completely filled by the man she had fantasised about for years. His hands moved to her hips, before she moved them, putting them behind his head, taking full control. He smirked, before his mouth fell open - her hips riding him felt incredible. Pulling her body up, keeping the tip inside, she bounced gently, teasing him. Sinking down on him again, only to repeat the process. His legs were shaking from the sensations.

"Don't tease me, ride me." His blue eyes were like ice, and Nat sunk down so he was fully sheathed before moving her hips back and forth. She released his hands and gripped onto his shoulders for leverage, arching her body backwards slightly so his cock hit against her g spot deep inside her. One of his hands moved to her ass cheek, the other to one of her breasts, both of them squeezing and kneading at the flesh as her body grinded against him.

The hand on her ass moved round to circle her still sensitive clit, making her hips jerk faster.

"Cillian.... Cillian...." Her breathy moans of his name, the way her pussy clamped him, claiming him completely, the feel of her firm breast in his hand, the way her eyes fluttered closed as her orgasm approached... She was intoxicating.

"Baby.. I'm close..." He groaned, feeling that burning coil in his abdomen.

"Me too... I'm on the pill..." He grinned and held her hips still, pounding his hips up hard from underneath her. He had to cover her mouth to silence her loud screams, careful not to alert Paul in the next apartment. That only seemed to turn her on more, and she took two of his fingers into her mouth, sucking them, still tasting herself on them from earlier. The hand on her ass slapped it and squeezed it hard in response, making her cry out.

"That's it... Good girl... Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." Her orgasm flowed from her at his words, and she felt him shoot several streams of hot cum deep inside her as her walls clenched around him, milking him for all he had to give her.

Their foreheads pressed together again, both panting as they rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Does that live up to your fantasy?" He chuckled, groaning a little as she gave him a final clench of her walls.

"More than... Fuck that was incredible..." She gasped, gently rocking against him, not wanting him to leave her body just yet. She could feel him hardening again, in fact she wasn't sure he even softened.

"Don't stop, keep moving... Nice and slow.. Just like that..." He helped her hips move slowly, riding him gently.

"You're insatiable, aren't you..." She groaned.

"You feel too good wrapped around me, full of my cum deep inside you... You gonna let me fill you up again yeah?" She didn't answer, instead just allowed him to move her against him. He brought her hand down to rub her clit, needing to feel her cum again. She circled the bud gently at first, then feeling his cock start to twitch inside her she picked up the pace. He suddenly moved them so she was underneath him, his hips pistoning into her as he bent his head down to watch her fingers pleasuring herself.

"I'm gonna cum, Cillian...."

"I'm right there with you, come on..." A deep groan from both of them as they came together, him filling her up for the second time.

His body fell against hers as she held his shoulders, his face buried in her neck lightly caressing the skin with the tip of his nose.

"Fuck... Natalie... I haven't been able to do that for years," he laughed, hissing slightly pulling his sensitive cock out of her. Their mixed juices flowing from her onto the sofa cushion.

"I only came over for bubble bath.." she chuckled, her head laid back against the arm of the sofa as she caught her breath.

"My bath's probably still warm, might as well jump in with me?" He offered.

"No funny business in there, I think I need a breather..."

"Better make it a quick bath then. You're not leaving this apartment tonight. Or this weekend, in fact."

[joestarwhore]

I’m Horrible at requesting things but can we get a yandere jotaro with a s/o whos the sweetest thing in the world? Like jotaro just wants to protect the bby. By protecting he means locking them in a basement with no sunlight or human connections that isint from him 😬 thx a bunch!

mwah, ofc!

IF YOURE NOT 18+ GO AWAY TYSM

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Yandere!Jotaro Kujo Headcanon & Imagine

You met Jotaro around the same time Koichi did. You were a senior in school, your credits completed and your classes short, so you always had a lot of free time through the day.

You’ve had your Stand, Iron Maiden, since birth. Unlike other stand users though, you didn’t use yours very often. You simply loved to love people, your kindness making you a shining light to everyone around you.

& After everything that unfolds, Jotaro’s presence all of a sudden became more and more persistent. Jotaro would sit by you everywhere, asking you little questions about things you liked, flowers would show up on your nightstand at home, surprise little dates to the beach with him at night; Jotaro was treating you better than any man ever did before.

So when he suggested that you move away to his estate to live with him, there clearly was one answer; after all, your house was completely empty after you had came home, all of it packed on a trailer being worked on by Josuke and Okuyasu. Jotaro kissed your cheek, reassuring you this is exactly what you’re meant to do, his hands caressing your cheeks. After his sweet honeyed words, his gentle touches, you let him put you in the front seat.

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{Requited Love, Requited Insanity}

You sat on your king size bed that you shared with Jotaro, petting your cat Jam Jam who gently slept in your lap. The estate was absolutely giant, even though you & Jotaro lived in the penthouse below the surface. No windows, no light, simply electricity & Jotaro. That’s all you had.

Honestly, you were loving it! The estate was absolutely beautiful, Jotaro had a full library stocked for you to read from, all your records in a safe place for you, Jotaro paid for Jam Jams vet appointments and arranged for her to be expedited to you, giving you your small little companion back.

The only thing you missed were the people. Koichi, Josuke, Okuyasu, all of your pals, you haven’t seen them since the day you left Morioh. But that’s okay! Jotaro always takes good care of you, between making sure you have what you need & feel at home, he even put in an alarm system to make sure that the only one who can open doors is him, all because he doesn’t want you to slam your finger in one of the doors!! How sweet is he??

You heard the main door open above, footsteps coming down the stairs to the penthouse. Jotaros footsteps weren’t easy to miss, & certainly didn’t stop after he came through the door. His eyes softened as he saw you, throwing his hat on the shelf and his briefcase on the table. He raised up his arms as you ran into his chest, squeezing him with all the might you could muster. “Welcome home, honey!”

Jotaro smiled and kissed your forehead, “Thank you baby, I missed you a lot today. Did you have a good day with Jam Jam?”

You smiled brightly, “Yes I did, we watched a nature documentary while we napped together!”

“That’s good baby, I’m glad you’re getting sleep like a good girl.”

You followed Jotaro down to the kitchen, seeing two bags of takeout on the counter. “I figured since I have the next few days off, we could give you a break with cooking for a few nights. You’ve done really good cooking dinner for us, you deserve a break.”

You looked up at Jotaro smiling ear to ear, your heart swelled with admiration of how thoughtful he was. “Thank you so much Jotaro, that’s so so sweet!”

Jotaro helped you make your plate & got you both situated on the couch. You both talked about his day and yours as you ate, taking time out to pet jam jam as she walked by every now & then.

After about an hour of watching Jotaros pick of his favorite documentary, you spoke in a small voice up towards him;

“Jojo, how long have we been living here?”

Jotaro kept silent for a moment, careful not to say anything rash. Your delicate mental state & soft heart have been molded to his perfect little darling, & he couldn’t ruin that.

“Around 6 months, I’d say.”

You sat Jam Jam on the floor, angling yourself to look towards Jotaro, whos eyes were trained on you & looking at you with adoration. He knew if he was to keep you in his grasp, he had to answer all of your questions, and had to do it right.

“Why can’t I go outside?”

“The outside is dangerous, sweetie. There are a lot of bad men out there who don’t like me, and because I love you so much, they don’t like you either.”

Your face saddened at the thought of someone not liking you. You’ve never even hurt anyone, even when you had the chance to kill, you always chose the nicer way to do things. “Okay. I’m sorry for asking you so many questions, sometimes I don’t know how to explain certain things to myself.”

Jotaro sat you up & helped you stand up, “that’s perfectly okay, angel. As long as you are here with me, you are safe. I promise that.” You nodded as you grinned up at him, clearly satisfied with his reply and his praise.

Jotaro grinned down at you, kissing the back of your head as he steered you back to the bed, looming over you as he pushed you onto your back. “I had the aquarium to myself today. ‘Was thinking how nice it would’ve been if you were there.” His lips grazed over your ear shell, making your thighs clench together as adrenaline shot to your core.

“W-whys that?”

Jotaro chuckled darkly as he snaked his arm around your backside, holding the back of your head in his hand while his other one gripped your thigh, slowly making its way to your heat. “Because all I wanted to do was bend that perfect cunt over my desk and fill you til you were swollen.”

Your cheeks flamed red as you bit your lip in excitement. Jotaros thumb skimming over your tucked in bottom lip, attaching his to the side of your neck. You couldn’t keep in the moan that escaped you, between the pressure on your neck that would surely leave a hickey & Jotaros palm rubbing circles on your core.

“Perfect little whore for me, arent you?”

Silence. SLAP.

You yelped as his hand made contact with your ass, arching yourself into both of his hands. “Answer my question, you stupid fucking slut.”, he growled in your ear.

You moaned and hid your face in his muscular neck, his black hair tickling your eyes as you took in a shaky breath. “Yes sir, I’m your perfect little whore!”

Jotaro smirked down at you as he forced your legs open, gripping the flesh of your thighs in his fingers. “Y’know Josuke used to tell me how badly he wanted to bend you over. Him & Okuyasu both.” He unzipped his pants, pulling down and exposing his rock hard cock. Your breath hitched at the sight, excitement swelling in your stomach.

Jotaro lined himself up at your entrance, his thumb gently rubbing over your sensitive clit. “They don’t know how many times they’ve almost had every bone in their bodies broken.” He thrusted his cock all the way inside you, your moans filling your bedroom as you gripped the sheets to cope with the intensity.

“Mmh good girl, yeah just like that, take every inch of me like a good fuckin whore.”

Your moans became screams and begs for him to slow down and to stop as he tunneled into your cunt, not giving you any mercy. “Yeah good fuckin slut, good girl taking my dick- f-fucking christ you’re gonna look so good covered in my cum.”

Your stomach tightened as you gripped onto Jotaros arms, your cries asking him to please make you cum, please let you cum like a little whore, everything Jotaro wanted to hear out of his little darling.

“Mmmfph FUCK yeah good fuckin slut, cum all over my cock!”

His filthy mouth sent you over the edge as your intense release shook your entire body. Jotaro lazily pumped himself in & out of you, telling you sweet nothings in your ear as your overstimulated brain calmed down. Jotaro hilted himself inside you, finally cumming inside your sensitive womb. His large hands running over your glistening body help you up and into one of his T shirts, and laying you under the covers of your bed.

You were his. Only his. He had broke you and remade you so, so perfectly. He loved you so much it drove him into the most dangerous kind of madness; the requited one.

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THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING DARLINS!!🦋✨🌈🌸

[crazymisscarly]

OBVIOUSLY I’m gonna ask about: Bughead sexcapades !!!

Oh God, my inner puritan is *blushing* right now. I started writing this like... over a year ago and I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it. I low key got tired of re-reading all the season 2 era bughead smut fanfics on ao3 (because believe me, i’ve read them all) and decided to give it a go myself. I’m not very explicitly smutty when I write, I prefer to allude to things or just graze the surface. not to say that I don’t like including sex scenes in my works - I just tend to steer clear of anything graphic.

Since I don’t know if I’ll actually finish it, I’ll post it here in its current entirety. For context, it’s meant to go through all of bughead’s ‘sexcapades’ throughout the early series, all the unseen intimate moments between them from their kitchen makeout scene in 1x13 up until they actually do the deed in 2x12, and possibly even exploring how their relationship changed and strengthened afterwards -- I 100% would name it something else if it ever went up on ao3, but for now, bughead sexcapades is the working title hahahahaa

Who knows, maybe going through my old WIPs thanks to this game might’ve just inspired me to keep writing it aahahaha

Betty had been honest with her mother; the night of Riverdale’s 75th Jubilee, her and Jughead almost had sex when they went back to FP’s trailer. 

They didn’t talk about it beforehand, and really, both had been too distracted by the Black Hood shooting Fred Andrews to properly discuss it with each other afterwards. But somewhere between Betty removing her pink coat and Jughead lifting her up and near-slamming her against the kitchen cabinets, both of them were completely aware of what was about to happen.

But then Jughead changed schools, and there was less time to spend with each other, and the nerves set in. They started making out once or twice, and both of them could feel the urge to connect with each other in the most intimate of ways… but had always been interrupted. 

Their first post-“shirtless in the trailer kitchen” make out was in the Red and Black office; Jughead deepened their kiss and pulled Betty towards his body as he leaned back against a desk - it reminded him of the Blue and Gold, their haven of intelligence gathering (and their place to escape for a few moments alone during school hours). Their near-hookup in FP’s trailer had ignited some kind of flame in both of them; they weren’t as cautious with touching, the familiar comfortability giving both of them the confidence to explore each other’s bodies in their own nervous way - Jughead’s hands strayed from Betty’s cheeks to her neck, then to her waist, and he hoped that maybe he’d get to move his hands even lower...

But still, they’d been interrupted - then, and any other subsequent time, whether by friends or Betty’s mother calling her to come home. So much so that sex seemed like it was going to become an impossible mission that not even Tom Cruise could achieve.

When they had finally found the time to be alone, shortly after Jughead drag raced the Ghoulies and Betty admitted that she didn’t really want to break up with Jughead (in fact, that was not what she’d asked Archie to do), they’d both overthought the possibility of sex so much that neither was certain whether they were actually ready for it, or if their intensifying emotions were the result of the life-threatening happenings in their hometown. 

“We’ll know when it feels like the right time, Betts.” Jughead reassured her after she wiggled out from under him on the trailer’s bed; Jughead had claimed it after FP was imprisoned, but Betty was struggling to think of it as being anything other than Jughead’s parents bed. And something about having sex in it felt... off.

Betty sighed. “I want you, Juggie, I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” 

Less than two weeks earlier she’d practically torn her and Jughead’s shirts off in an effort to get closer to him. But today, lying on her back beneath her boyfriend, on a bed, her thighs cradling is hips as they kissed (hot, open mouthed kisses) as though her body was in control and her brain was just following its lead, sex just seemed so much more real - and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to swallow her up. Betty knew having sex would change something between them that couldn’t be reversed, and she’d only just gotten him back. She didn’t want to risk losing him by doing too much too fast. 

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong with you.” Jughead said quickly; his eyes betrayed the mild panic he felt. “We both have to be feeling completely comfortable and ready or it’s not going to work out - and I read that on Reddit, so we can reasonably believe it’s true.” He smirked as his eyes met hers. 

Betty giggled. “Did you find a thread called ‘how to have sex’ and use the replies as research?” She brushed a stray lock of hair from Jughead’s forehead. 

Jughead’s cheeks were turning pink. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Well, that’s, ah - that wasn’t the exact title…” 

Betty smiled and reached out to take his hand. “Hey, comfortable, right?” She leaned over and kissed him. Although she still wasn’t completely sure about sex itself, kissing Jughead and feeling his arms wrap around her was a great experience in itself. 

Jughead leaned into her, his body coming dangerously close to pinning her down into the mattress. He groaned quietly as Betty kissed his neck, and Betty felt the sound all the way down her navel, and lower…

He felt Betty lightly pushing his chest, and he rolled onto his back so she could straddle him. His body felt like it was on fire. The feel of her, pressed against him, had him filled with desires he didn’t know could exist. Everywhere Jughead touched her felt hot, and her mouth on his was like a fulfilling heat that awakened every nerve inside him. He trailed his hands down to her hips and pulled her up his body slightly so she was straddling his lower abdomen instead of his lap, fearing that if he left her there then this would be over before it even really started.

Betty pulled away from his mouth, her eyes a mixture of lust and vulnerability that had Jughead’s breath coming out in laboured gasps. “Juggie?” she asked in a breathy moan. 

Oh God and yes were the only words in Jughead’s mind. “Ye-yeah?” He forced out when he could focus. 

“It’s getting kind of late…” She bit her bottom lip for a moment. Jughead’s grip on her hips tightened at the sight. “I could tell my Mom I’m staying over at Veronica’s… that’s if, you know… you don’t want me to go.” Her eyes searched Jughead’s. 

Jughead’s mind was swimming, and he would have been embarrassed that it took him so long to figure out what she meant if he could even think at all. “Um, yes, that's a great idea.” She probably could have asked him to paint himself blue and go to school dressed as a Smurf and he would have agreed, so long as she stayed right where she was. 

Betty smiled and laughed softly. The vibrations sent tingly jolts through Jughead’s body and he couldn’t contain the groan that escaped his mouth. Betty’s eyes lit up for a moment before she blushed and looked down at his chest. She ran her fingers up his chest softly, and Jughead placed his hands on her cheeks to pull her down for another kiss.

This kiss felt deeper than the others. Betty’s tongue slipped into his mouth. One of Jughead’s hands slid into Betty’s hair as the other wrapped around her back. Her chest pressed deliciously up against his. She was so warm, right now and every day. And she freely gave him her warmth, no strings attached. Betty’s love warmed his heart, his body, his mind - he gravitated towards it every day, and gave it back to her in the form of light brushes of fingers, a hand in her hand, a gentle nudging of her shoulder...  

And her smiles… wow.

Jughead’s heart was beating faster than he’d ever felt it beat as Betty started kissing and sucking on his neck. He’d never been so closely entangled with Betty before, and all he wanted was to get even closer. As close as two people could get… 

But he wasn’t going to push the point, not when they both had reasons to hesitate. 

“Can I…” Betty said nervously. “Do you want me to…” her hand slid down his chest, over his hip (his breath hitched as her fingers met the skin where his shirt had ridden up) and rested on his thigh. She squeezed his thigh just a little, and Jughead couldn’t believe how sensitive it was; how good it felt. 

[brexrif]

Henry ‘Hate**s’ You ;)

This came from a lovely lovely request I was thrilled to answer: So like the thought of Henry hate fucking me because I pissed him off on set or something has been plaguing my mind bro 😭 @poisonbaby169​

Henry is definitely a big sweet bear, but I KNOW he has hatefuck potential, and I’d love to see it. Happy to write this filthy one for you babe. Asks and requests are always open!

This weirdly got deleted the first time I posted, so lets hope for the best now!

Warnings: Obviously rough smut below!

If you are interested in more filth, please visit my MASTERLIST!

Henry has had a rough day on set. He is at the end of one of his relentless dehydrating cycles for a shirtless scene he had been trying to get all morning. So he was naturally irritable, his workout was limited due to his inability to intake water and for some reason the scene just wasn’t working out right- something with the lighting. They decided to take a break where Henry could return to his trailer, but of course not drink or eat a single thing.

You were waiting, perched on his couch in his favorite lingerie, an expensive set he had bought just for you. It was a tasteful, black lace bra and matching panties that had a corset lace up your ass and accentuated your full cheeks. Between these two pieces was a lace garter belt that attached to the matching thigh highs, which made you feel like a seductress pin-up queen. You had perfectly done up your makeup and hair and were excited to catch him off guard.

Unfortunately for Henry, you were a brat through and through. He told you last night that he couldn’t afford to break into a sweat when he was so dehydrated, leaving you wet and needy for him. Brats don’t like getting told no. So you snuck yourself on set, readied yourself and waited squirming and impatient for him to return.

The way you imagined it, Henry would finish the scene and find you wet and ready for him moments later. You didn’t want to wait for his cock any longer than was absolutely necessary.

He opened the door sighing to himself before he saw you there.

“Y/N?”

“Henry. I waited,” you cooed at him seductively, spreading your legs and arching your back on the couch.

Henry sneered and ran a hand through his thick curls, frustrated.

“We haven’t gotten the shot yet” he said through gritted teeth. “Get dressed and go home, I’ll deal with your sweet ass later.”

“B-but, Daddy! That’s not fair” you pouted.

His head snapped up at you, eyes ignited with a fire you rarely saw. You knew how to get him. You knew what made him throb, and you knew if you called him Daddy that his neglected cock would spring to life with a force that could not be ignored. You saw it pushing on his pants as he clenched his jaw at you.

“Kitten, I will give you one more chance to get dressed right now.” He was growling at you, which only made the heat between your desperate thighs more intense. You stood up as if to get dressed, turned slightly to reach your clothes, but instead slowly dragged the lace panties down your legs and wiggled your ass slowly, as if it was necessary to get them off. You giggled to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him, but your giggles were cut short by a rough grip on your ass. A sharp spank came across your cheeks and you yelped.

“You’ll be sorry for this disobedience, Kitten. I’m not in a forgiving mood.” His hands dug into your hips and threw you forward on the couch. You caught yourself on the back of the couch and your knees fell to the cushioned seating part, leaving your ass high for Henry. You heard the clanking of his belt as it tore it from the loops of his pants. You thought he might settle behind you, thrust his cock into your desperate core finally, but no. He came up beside you, his belt doubled over in his hand, a sight that filled you with terror and pleasure.

“You’re such a fucking brat” he growled into the nape of your neck before biting it. It hurt, but his lips on you, his teeth on you, any touch from Henry was ecstasy. He continued between biting and sucking the soft skin under your ear,

“Do you know what happens to disobedient brats, Kitten?” You whimpered in response, knowing what would come to pass as he adjusted the belt in his hand. The leather came across your exposed ass hard and with no warning.

“Too hard, Henry!” you tried, but he was too pissed. You could have used the safe word, but a part of you loved this rough treatment. The belt came down again and you squealed, burying your face into the fabric of the couch.

“You know what else is hard, slut? When I’m trying to work and you can’t keep control over that needy little cunt of yours.” Another blow from the belt. You could feel the red hot stripes rising from the fleshy skin.

“I’m sorry, Daddy” you cried out, but the belt came down again. He was right about not being in a forgiving mood and you started to question your choice to come down to set today.

“I’ll bet you’re sorry now, Kitten. But that’s too bad.” Another blow from the belt and you leapt, legs starting to shake from the pain. A low chuckle resonated in Henry’s broad chest. He sat back on the couch and removed his shirt, giving your now bruising skin a break. You stole a glance. His body was incredible. He had been training for weeks for this shot and though the training plan was borderline torturous, you had to admit that his body was breathtaking. His deeply defined muscles spread endlessly over his hard body, distracting you from the painful heat on your backside.

He stood behind you and you heard his zipper, and then his pants fall. His large hands rubbed over your ass, admiring the marks he had made, a low hum rumbling in his chest. “You bruise so pretty, Kitten.” He commented, before bringing the belt down one last time on your sensitive ass. You screamed into the couch cushion, raw from the pain. He gripped at your cheeks greedily and kneaded his fingers over you until he reached the heat of your folds, soaking wet for him despite the rough treatment.

He dove a thick finger in with no warning and you moaned, louder than you should have. You were overcome with the feeling of pleasure in lieu of pain and the screams you had been holding back escaped in a breathy moan now. He curled his finger knowingly and tickled your g-spot. Your knees buckled inward and you moaned again, desperate and needy for him.

“Absolutely soaked. Such a desperate slut.” He withdrew his fingers and you whined obnoxiously. He gripped a handful of your tediously styled hair and pulled you up, your back arched and your shoulders rest against his chest.

“Don’t you fucking whine at me” he growled before biting and sucking at your neck again. With his other hand, he guided his thick, throbbing cock to your entrance and plowed it into you. He dragged your head back as he sheathed himself so the throaty sounds of your moans went up and out, unabashed and unmuffled.

Henry fucked into you at a maddening pace. He was clearly taking his frustration out on you; the weeks of training, the hunger, the dehydration, the incompetent lighting equipment holding up the shot, your bratty, needy body. It was all culminating in every thrust he rammed into you now. He threw you back forward by the handle he had in your hair and gripped your hips, digging his nails in deep. He spanked your bruising flesh and you yelped, keening in painful pleasure.

“That’s right Kitten, cry for me.” He growled, an anger in his voice you had never heard before. He pushed your head down into the couch so your ass presented even higher for him and your face smushed into the crack between the cushions- he didn’t care. The new angle provided him access even deeper inside you. He drove his hard cock into you with power, the flesh of your whole body shaking in waves with each clap of his hips into you. You felt his balls ramming into you clit and your breath hitched as you neared orgasm. He must have felt it as he started into you faster, his nails digging into your hips. The head of his cock started pounding into your cervix and you groaned. Two final pumps and he unloaded into you. Henry plowed his cock deep inside you and howled, all the frustration coming out in a primal roar. He continued grunting as his cock twitched inside you, releasing his thick cum.

He pulled himself out and pushed you over on the couch, your pussy was still throbbing, your clit absolutely aching.

“But Daddy I-”

“Did you think I was going to let you cum? Poor Kitten”

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Insanity - Chapter 1

Description: She was an angel who came across the devil himself and her existence drove him insane.

Pairing: Sangyeon x Reader

Genre: Mafia au

Warning: Mentions of blood. Swearing.

"Shouldn't have stayed long! Shouldn't have helped Minsu. Should have gone home earlier. God why is it so dark." You ranted to yourself as you closed down the cafe and looked up at the sky. The moon was mostly covered by some cloud and only few little stars were there. You sighed. The lack of moonlight and the lack of proper lightning on the streets made everything so creepy. On top of that it was really late for you. You were jalf glad that you didn't stayed with your parents. Oh they would have given you a whole speech on how dangerous it is if you ever got back home to them late at night. The cafe you worked at was owned by Minsu's family. She was your bestfriend. She was usually the one who closed down the shop at the end of the day which was usually at around 10:30pm. For her it was nothing as her house was just a block away. But your house was a little far. She had a date tonight and had literally begged you to close down for her for the night. You had agreed even though you were a little hesitant. You weren't a fan of staying out till late. Putting the keys inside your bag and your phone in your hand you started walking down the streets. Your breath hitching everytime you heard some sort of noise. You completely stilled in front of an narrow alleyway which was dark when you heard a hush voice. "Fuck fuck fuck." You heard someone curse with a groan in a hush voice. You gulped willing yourself to not look at the dark. You walked forwards gripping your phone.

'What if it is someone who needs my help? What if someone is in dire need of help and if I just walk away they might get hurt and fuck it would be my fault.' You thought to yourself. "Oh screw this!" You groaned stomping your foot on the concrete. You turned back and walked inside the dark alley turning the torch of your phone on using it as the source of light to guide you. "H-Hello! Is anyone here?" You called out shivering. You looked at each side to see who it was. You almost stopped breathing when your eyes fell on a guy. He was... handsome. Sharp features. And you would have commented on it if it weren't for the fact that the guy was literally a stranger, in a dark alley with you and had what seemed like a gun shot wound with blood dripping out. You squeaked. 'Gunshot wound!' you screamed internally. The guy had also looked up at you. He looked surprised and alarmed. "Who the fuck are you?" The guy literally snarled. You stepped back a little. You turned around planning to run away but stopped. "Fuck I can't leave you here." You mumbled. You walked up towards the guy. "Mr. uh sh-should I call an ambulance. Oh my god shit you are... you are loosing too much blood." You rambled. "Don't fucking dare call an ambulance. I can't go to hospital or shit." He growled. "What do I do then! You can't die." You hissed. He looks at you oddly. "Why do you care?" He asked narrowing his eyes at you. "I can't.. I can't just leave someone bleeding out here like this! I am not cruel enough to do that. And if you died here I will be guilty till the day I die." You deadpanned.

"You need medical help. You are l-loosing too much blood Mr." You said. "I said I can't go to hospital." He hissed. You sighed as you took off your bag, opening it. Your pulled out your scarf. 'I am sorry dear beautiful scarf.' "Put your hands away." You said. "What are you trying to do?" He asked not moving his hands at all. "Help. So that you don't die." You said as you pulled his hands away from the wound. You used your scarf to press against the wound. Looking down at the wound seriously. "I am Y/N." You said shortly. You weren't sure why you felt the need to introduce yourself but you did. "Sangyeon. I guess you at least deserve to know my name." He says cockily making you click your tongue. "Press it against the wound. Don't let yourself bleed out too much." You said and he followed your instruction. "Is there anyone you can call? Like anyone who can help you." You asked as you stood in front of him. He smirks looking right into your eyes. "Pretty girls like you shouldn't run after me." He says in a low voice. He couldn't believe how stubborn you were. He sat leaning against the dirty wall of the alley, a gunshot wound on his side.

If it was someone else they would have ran away or called police. But you. You were different. You didn't even knew him yet you were so willing to help him. Sangyeon wasn't so sure if you were too kind for your own good or just plain stupid. You were just like an innocent angel while he was a devil. You weren't supposed to be here. And totally not supposed to try help him. "Give me your phone." He says. You were hesitant but still handed it to him. You saw him dial a number and tap 'call' button. "Sunwoo. Listen. Come to where I am. Yes I am fine! Well as fine as a person who has been shot is." Sangyeon grumbled. He pauses as he listens closesly whatever the other man was saying. He looked up at you making you look away feeling a little shy. "Come fast. I don't know if they are still after me." He says pulling away the phone and ending the call. "You realize you didn't tell the guy where you are." You sassed. "They can track me. Don't worry your pretty little head." He says chuckling. "Are you... really fine?" You asked a bit concerned noticing how he seem to have gotten a bit pale. "I will be fine sweetheart. But I think you should run away at the moment. My men are coming and I don't think they would really appreciate your presence." Sangyeon says.

You bit your lips feeling hesitant but also dying to go home. There were blood on your hand and you were desperate to wash it away. "Okay fine I will... I will go. Give me my phone." You says putting your hands out. "I can't. I have to keep it with myself. My men are going to be tracking your phone to find me so I need it. I will give it back to you soon." He says. You look at him eith your mouths open. "B-but my phone-" You stuttered but stopped. "No can do sweet heart. Now now run. You should go fast." He says with a smirk. You weren't sure if your heart was beating so fast because you were scared or because of the fact that this sangyeon guy, whatever he was, was so so charming and not to forget beautiful. "Take care." It's the last words you say as you gripped your bag, turning around and walking out of the alley. You literally ran towards your house. Shortly after a while you reached there. You huffed as you tried to take deep breathes in feeling the lack of oxygen with how fast you ran and how choked up you felt. You unlocked the door, your hands shaking while doing so. You carefully walked inside the house and into your room. You went to the bathroom directly. "W-why the hell this doesn't go away fast!" You whisper yelled as you rinsed your hands under the water wiping the blood away. After rinsing away all the blood carefully you washed your face and changed into your PJs, flopping down on the bed immediately. Too tired. You mind was a mess. Your heart was still beating fast. That night you dreamed of guns, blood and a certain guy names Sangyeon.

[Next Day]

The next day you woke up early and got ready to to the cafe to open it as the key was with you. Minsu comes to the cafe a few minutes after you had opened up the cafe and were setting up some things. "Y/N!!! I had such an amazing night! Younghoon is such a damn nice guy! He asked for a second date and I agreed. And what the hell! Why did you pick up my calls! I kept calling you last night. Because I wanted to thank you again and also make sure you were okay." Minsu rambles. You gulp. "U-Uh I lost my phone yesterday on my way back to home. Tried to find but I couldn't. Maybe someone took it." You lied. Minsu gasped. "You need to get a new one then! I mean without phone how can we even keep in touch with each other." She says. You chuckled at her. "Yes yes I will. For now let's finish setting up everything. Customers are going to start coming in." You said as you walked at the back to prepare a drink for you and Minsu.

'I hope he is fine.' You found yourself thinking about Sangyeon while making the drink. "Aish why am I even thinking about him?" You asked yourself. "Him? Who is this 'him' huh? A boyfriend perhaps?" Minsu says smiling sheepishly as she approached you. You alnost choked on air at her words. "No one! I was talking about... about my idols! Kai hurt his foot again and I am worried and I keep thinking about him!" You blurted out an excuse. Before Minsu could ask more there was a sound of bells jingling as a customer entered and you were thankful as it stopped Minsu from asking something more. She walks out to greet the customer, leaving you again. You just couldn't tell Minsu about the guy from last night. She will freak out and might end up calling police for all you knew. You sighed to yourself looking outside to see another customer walk in. "It's gonna be a long day~" You mumbled to yourself as you went out to take orders. Hopefully you wouldn't be worrying and thinking about the Sangyeon guy the whole day.

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chapter three: time is coming

Sam kept her hands on the wheel and her foot hovered above the gas pedal. Tall banks of snow lined the sides of the highway as they made their way over Donner Pass. Another few hours and they would be back in the Bay Area. They were allowed to go over just so long as they were able to keep it all together along the way.

Everything she had heard about driving on an icy wintry road was not to slow down. Not too fast, though, but do not, under any circumstances, slow down.

She couldn't hardly shake the fact that she was driving a two ton coffin made of metal which in turn towed a single ton projectile of cold metal and plywood.

Eric and Alex were silent the whole way over the mountain pass: at one point during a flat stretch of road, she peered over at the former there in the front seat next to her and the fact that he was hunkered down in the seat a little more than before they began the ascent into the mountains. She took a glimpse into her rear view mirror over her head at Alex hunkered down in the back seat there.

Either they were in fact nervous or she hadn't turned on the heater all the way.

She took a glimpse down to the dials: the heater was in fact on.

“Are you guys okay?” she asked them with a slight clearing of her throat.

“This is crazy,” Eric confessed.

“Yeah, this is something so bizarre,” Alex added.

“It’s okay—Alex, you and I have been on this road together before.” She took another glimpse into the mirror over her head at him.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t like this, though,” he pointed out.

“Push comes to shove, we’ll bunk in the trailer until the clouds clear out some more,” she assured them, “because you fellas look like you’re about to get beaned in the head with something hard and heavy.” She returned to the road and that time around she felt so much stronger and more powerful than before.

Two boys, both of whom she had her tongue wrapped around, right there in the car next to her. She had it right there as she walked the fine razor’s edge with the faint glimmers of obvious black ice upon the pavement all around them. The road wound up ahead of them.

Miles and miles of it all.

Something so intense about it. Intense, and rather erotic.

The possibility that the three of them could go off the road, or that the trailer could jackknife and pull the whole thing sideways, and they could die together. The three of them, dying together. Eric's words rang through her mind right then: death and desire go hand in hand.

As they rounded a bend in the road, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She took a fleeting glimpse down to the center console and Eric’s hand there right next to his thigh, as if his hand was cold.

Another curve in the road, followed by a grand view of the mountains and the thick layer of pure white snow.

She swore he moved his hand a bit to the parking lever: meanwhile, in the back seat, Alex hunkered down inside of his jacket as if he was freezing. Sam peered into the rear view mirror once again, at the sight of the little gray plume atop his head and his sharp eyebrows.

“Warm enough back there, Alex?” she called to him.

“My feet are cold,” he confessed, “I've got my blanket over my legs, but my feet are absolutely freezing, though. I’m also feeling a draft back here, too.”

“Aw—you got the window rolled up?”

“It’s cracked a tiny little bit,” he said with a bit of a grunt. She peered back at him again, that time to watch him roll up the window a bit more.

But within time, the road sank down into the snowy hills, there on the other side on the way over to Sacramento and right in the face of the setting sun. If nothing else, they could stop there for the time being and hang out over the night in order to rest their minds and cold bodies. Eric shivered and shook in his seat right there next to her.

Sam took another glimpse at him once they reached another straight stretch of road, albeit a surprisingly dry one.

“You alright, Eric?” she asked him.

She returned to the road for another moment and then she came back to his hand, which he had put there right above the parking lever and he never moved for a second.

“I'm freezing,” he confessed.

“Are you getting any heat?”

“I am, but I'm still utterly freezing.”

“Okay—we're almost into the valley. We'll stop for the night and then we'll hitch up the trailer somewhere—”

“Um—Samantha?” Alex called to her.

“Uh huh?” She took a glimpse into the mirror and the reflection of Alex's grimace.

“What's the matter?”

In the reflection, he peered over the backs of the seats and into the rear window.

“Alex? What happened?”

A sinking sensation emerged in her chest.

“No,” she breathed out.

He pursed his lips together and his face turned the same color as fresh porridge.

“No, no, no, no, no, no—no—no—no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—no, no, no, no, no—no—no—no—no—no—no—”

She paused for a second to find Alex's eyes wide like big marbles.

“No!”

Eric shuddered in the seat and brought the lapels of his coat up closer to his face.

Sam peered into the rear view mirror to ensure that no one was behind them. She then merged over to the right lane and she took the next exit into Colfax, there in the snowy hills of the Sierra Nevadas. She pulled over there right off of the offramp and she yanked on the parking lever and killed the engine. She buried her face in her hands and groaned in her throat.

“Oh my fucking god,” she blurted out in a muffled voice. She peered out the windshield at the buildings there on the sidewalk on the other side. The gray cloud cover on the sky began to turn an even darker shade of gray. At least they were out of the mountains.

“Where do you think we could've lost it?” Alex asked her in a small voice.

“God, I don't know,” she confessed as her heart hammered in her chest. “At least it wasn't over Sonora Pass or, god forbid, Tioga.”

“What do we say to Chuck, though? That's what I'm freaking out about.”

“Let's just tell him the truth,” Sam assured him. “We were going over Donner Pass and you just happened to look out the window and you saw that the trailer was gone. Hope he didn't have an attachment to that thing...” She fetched up a sigh in hopes to calm down her heartbeat. “Well, we've gotta do something, though, Alex. It's getting dark and Eric is a popsicle.”

Alex leaned forward and he looked over at Eric himself and the blank expression on his face.

“Hey—” He reached over and tapped on the side of Eric's face. He never moved. “Hey!”

Nothing. Eric sat there with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

“Too bad I don't have my amp with me,” Alex told her. “I'd plug in my guitar and rip some Mercyful Fate for him. That always wakes him—”

He abruptly stopped and his eyes widened even more.

“Oh, no, don't tell me!” Sam exclaimed.

Alex bowed his head and rested his forehead on the top of Sam's seat.

“NO!”

“Mine was in there, too,” Eric finally said in a low voice.

Sam clasped her hands to her mouth. The three of them sat there in stunned and horrified silence. Wherever the trailer went, there was no way they were finding those little amps again.

“I've had that amp since I was taking lessons from Satch,” Alex groaned out as he lifted his head. “Fuck—”

Eric closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. Alex ran his fingers through his dark hair.

“But you know what I am glad about?” he told her in a low voice.

“What's that?” she asked him.

“That I wasn't in there.”

She gaped at him and her heart sank once again.

“Oh—right?”

She let out a low whistle and her breath appeared right before her in the form of light wisps. It was getting cold again.

“Okay—um,” she began again as she returned to the steering wheel, “well, we're in Colfax, almost to Auburn no less. We're almost home and it's not like when you and I—” She turned to Alex again. “—got stranded at Tahoe. We're actually near civilization this time, you know, not just a bar and a bunch of houses.”

“It's not snowing either,” he muttered as he peered out the windshield.

“Right, and it's not snowing. And we're almost home, too. Don't worry, I have some money. We'll stop and get dinner—I don't know about a room, though.”

She froze right in her tracks.

“What's the matter?” Alex asked her.

“Oh, no.”

“What?”

“My mom's tupperware was in there, too!”

“Oh, man!” Eric declared as he clapsed a hand to his head.

“Her tupperware and the pot she lent me, too,” Sam added. “But like I said before, though.”

“Just tell the truth,” Alex sputtered.

“Right.”

“Let's get moving again,” Eric advised her with a shiver.

“Yeah, now you're looking cold,” Sam told him.

“I feel like I'm gonna puke, too,” Alex groaned as he leaned back in the seat again.

“Don't blame you, dude,” Eric said.

“Just don't do it in here,” Sam advised him as she started up the car again. “Too bad neither of us have beepers 'cause I'd call up Chuck right now and tell him what happened.”

“Marla has one of those bricks, though, doesn't she?” Eric asked her as she turned the heat back up.

“But that's Marla, though,” Alex pointed out.

They rolled forward into the darkening street and towards the restaurant there at the end. All Sam could think about was how she lost her mother's containers and that one pot, but she need not stay wrapped up inside of it all as the three of them huddled into the far corner of the room.

Alex turned his head to the right side of the room.

“Samantha, do you see this over here?” he asked aloud, and he glanced over at Sam with a twinkle in his eye.

“What is it?”

He gestured over to the black and white photograph hung up on the wall right next to him. It was of a statue, which appeared to be a small cherubic angel that danced with a devil. The stone it had been crafted out of was smooth and polished to the point it resembled to soap.

“Wow,” Sam muttered. Eric looked up at the photograph as well. Alex stood to his feet for a better look at the label underneath the actual photograph.

“Taken from the Metropolitan—back in New York City—a marble statue of an angel and a demon, titled 'the Dance of Heaven and Hell'. Artist unknown, but supposedly from the Italian Renaissance.”

“It looks Italian,” Eric declared.

“Purchased by the museum for only a hundred dollars!” Alex chuckled as he returned to his spot right next to Sam.

“Imagine if you had something you made purchased by a big museum like that for a tiny price tag like that,” he said to her.

“What if it isn't worth much, though?” she asked him.

“Great art transcends price,” he told her as he took a sip from his water glass. “If you had it bought like that for a couple of bucks and gets valued, and the value is huge, that's where the bank comes in.”

“Really?”

“That's what I've heard, anyways—and just from reading about things like that, too,” he continued. “But when you're a great artist, though, that's when none of it matters.”

“You think I'm a great artist?” Sam asked him with a small smile on her face.

“You think she's a great artist?” Eric echoed her.

“From the pieces I've seen, anyway,” Alex said as he set his hand on the other side of his glass.

Within time, the waiter returned for them: she asked for a big bowl of clam chowder, complete with all the bread and crackers. The boys both asked for stroganoff, something to warm them both up as they sat there in that chilly restaurant together. The clouds outside the window collected some more and Sam knew more snow was upon them. At least they were headed the other way that time around; she yearned for the warmth and the safety of a trailer.

Eric adjusted the lapels of his jacket. It wasn't that cold in there, but she wondered if he had an extra chill that time around. Alex even shivered himself right there next to her: he shook his jet black helmet of hair and the little plume of gray wiggled a bit.

“What exactly quantifies a great artist, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud.

“A great artist not only makes you feel something but takes you out of the world a bit,” Alex replied, “I dunno, that's my definition of it, anyways. I would think it's something that's completely based on other people's interpretation of the phrase.”

“A great artist mops the floor with all the other run of the mill artists and the supposedly good artists,” Eric said in a single breath.

“Exactly!” Alex bowed his head forth and belted out with laughter.

Within time their food arrived and those two boys were quick to wolf down their stroganoff: Alex almost dropped his fork on the floor while Eric already down two bites of beef and egg noodles.

“My goodness, you fellas are hungry,” she noted as she set her napkin down on her lap and picked up her spoon.

“Hungry and cold,” Alex corrected her once he swallowed down a large bite of pasta. He drank down another gulp of ice water as if he was dying of thirst.

But then again, Sam didn't realize how hungry she was, either, as she took a bite of chowder, with all those cubed potatoes and fresh clams with a touch of herbs. The bread was soft and fresh right out of the oven. The three of them feasted on their dinner and all the while Sam wondered where they would go for the night.

Alex did have the blanket there in the back seat with him. At least that time around, they were in fact closer to civilization but there was no way Sam could pass up the chance to be nestled right in between those two boys, especially with their stomachs warm and full: Alex himself was enjoying his stroganoff a bit too much as every time he took a rather large bite, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

Joey burst into Sam's mind right then. It felt so long since she had seen him or even heard from him. She hoped that Anthrax were doing okay over there in New York and she wondered if they were in fact about to do their new album like Charlie had promised. It would in fact be nice if they made the new one with all five of them, and she knew they would come on strong just so long as Metallica kept it together there as well.

If nothing, she could search for a payphone there in Colfax and call him up to check in on him. She also needed to call both of her parents to tell them that they made it to the other side of the Sierras.

Sam ran her fingers through her dark hair as she took another bite of clam chowder, followed by another. Within time, she had finished her soup as well as the bread.

“So you boys wanna bunk out in the car or should I get us a room?” she asked them.

“I'm afraid that, by the time you get us a room,” Alex began as he took one last sip from his glass of water, “I'm gonna fall asleep standing up. I'm sure Eric is about ready to, too.”

“Yeah, I pretty much am,” Eric confessed as he fetched up a yawn.

“Okay, but I have to call my parents first, though,” she pointed out as she finished off her glass of water as well.

“Think I better call mine, too,” Alex confessed; he rubbed his eyes and he slid out of his seat and onto the floor. He was so full that he almost lost his balance, but Sam was quick to capture him. Eric lingered back with his face propped up in the palm of his hand as the two of them made their way across the floor to the payphones by the bathrooms. She brushed hips with him and he almost staggered back a bit. Alex chuckled and he reached for the phone on the right.

“You got any change?” he asked her.

“I've got tons of change,” she told him as she reached into her purse for her wallet. She handed him a few quarters and he turned back to the phone on the wall. Sam turned to the one before her and she inserted a couple of quarters for herself. She dialed Ruben's number first: he wasn't home and thus she left a quick message for him. The same went for Esmé. Another pair of quarters into the phone and she dialed Joey's number: at that point, Alex had already hung up the phone and he turned to Sam, complete with his right hand up on the wall above him and his left hand on his hip.

She turned to him with the phone receiver up to her ear. His eyelids drooped a bit from the warm sensual feeling inside of him as well as something else. He nibbled on his bottom lip when Joey's voice crackled on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Joey.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sam?”

“Yeah. Who else would it be?” She giggled at that.

“Oh, just kinda sorta playin' wit' ya.”

She giggled at him when Alex reached for her hip. She swerved back a bit when he cracked her a devilish smirk.

“What have you been up to lately?” she asked him.

“Oh, my god—about a month ago, I got a call early in the morning from Danny—Danny Spitz—tellin' me that the studio burned down.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“Yeah.”

Alex raised both eyebrows at her.

“Yeah, we lost like a hundred grand worth of stuff in the whole thing,” Joey continued. “So we've been going in and out of the whole thing just to make sure the master tapes are still intact when we take 'em into mastering. We've all been kinda freaking out because we're like, 'oh, fuck, what if it's rushed', you know?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she replied as Alex lingered closer to her. He showed her his tongue and he wiggled his fingers at her. She showed him a little grin.

“Squeeze me,” he begged her in a low voice: his chest lingered right there before her face.

“Our new album is going into mastering, though,” Joey continued with a clearing of his throat.

“Squeeze me like you’re squeezing a full ripe avocado.”

“What?” Joey demanded.

“Nothing—” She swatted at Alex, who snickered at her. “It's just—somebody behind me—getting all naughty and shit.”

Joey chuckled at that. Alex showed her his tongue again and that time he put both hands on his hips.

“Going into mastering already?” Sam asked Joey.

“Yes! No clue when it's supposed to come out, though. Thinking maybe this summer? But who knows, really?”

“It comes out when it's done,” she said.

“It comes out four weeks after it's done,” Alex corrected her in a low voice.

“What?” Joey laughed.

“Yeah!” she declared with a chuckle.

“I mean it is true,” he told her. “Anyways, sounds crowded in there. Go and rest in a place that's nice and quiet. I'm all wrapped up in my pajamas and a blanket and I'm ready to jack off to you being all naked and shit. You go to bed and have some sexy dreams later on.”

“You, too,” she retorted back.

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip as she locked eyes with Alex, and then she turned her head in the opposite direction.

“I love you, too,” she mumbled right into the mouth piece.

Joey chuckled and then they hung up at the same time. Sam returned to Alex and the smug look plastered upon his face.

“You horny bastard,” she scoffed.

“It's gonna be even worse with you and me nestled up against each other again,” he told her with a little rub of his belly.

“Well, at least this time we've got Eric with us,” she pointed out as the two of them padded back to the table.

“Nah, that's why it's gonna be even worse,” he insisted with a chuckle.

At least he wasn't full of alcohol as she paid the bill and left a tip for the waiter. But they were going to be nestled up against each other in the back seat of the car with nothing more than the blanket and a few other things however.

Indeed, once she had pulled the car around the corner, and the three of them had lay down the back seat flat, and they snuggled up against one another to keep each other warm, Sam had a feeling that things were going to be rather intense right then and there. Just like that night in Tahoe, they had their makeshift pillows made of their jackets.

Alex snuggled closer to her with his hands right before his face: even with nothing more than a few inches of clearance between them, she could feel the soft silken warmth from his body. Eric lay on her right side: he, too, felt so soft and warm even with a bit of a gap between her and him. In the darkness, she made sight of the inky black hair spread across his round full face. Nestled in between two boys with their stomachs absolutely full of stroganoff. Quite the life she found herself wrapped in at the moment.

She thought about Scarlett and if and when she would hear back from her about her art.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Alex licking his lips.

“The little man wants it,” Eric noted as he shifted his weight on the side of the seat.

“The little man can't have it,” Sam teased as she rolled her head over for a look into Alex's eyes, shrouded in shadow and yet they twinkled with mischief. She gazed at him right in the eye for a whole minute before she felt her eyelids growing heavy.

Within time, she fell asleep right in between them.

For a few moments, she swore she saw the mysterious man in her dreams once again, but he appeared to her as nothing more than a dark silhouette in a white pillar of light. He was slender and delicate in appearance, as if he had lost all of his extraneous weight and awaited her at the gates of dawn. He set his hands on either side of the doorway and his hair billowed all around his head even though there was no wind there in her dream.

Sam awoke the next morning with Eric's head upon her shoulder and Alex's body pressed up tight against her: that inky black hair spread over the former's face such that it hid his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Meanwhile, Alex had lay his head on her chest so that little plume of gray rested right on her collar bones. A part of her wanted to plant a soft kiss on the crown of his head, but for all she knew Eric could wake up right then and there.

Another part of her didn't want to get up, either: she was nestled in between two boys on a cold blustery winter's morning.

But then again, they had to head on back to the Bay Area, especially if the two of them were about to make an album themselves. It was still early but she knew that these two boys would want breakfast and coffee at some point. It took a bit of struggling but Sam managed to wake the both of them up: once the back seat was back upright, she and Eric returned to the front and Alex took his spot in the middle of the back, and they headed on out of Colfax.

Lucky for them, the snow had passed them over the night, but that wasn't to say more headed their way once they reached Auburn.

Alex never took off the blanket from his lap, even as they descended into the Central Valley, where the tule fog had collected all around in a thick heavy woolly blanket in its own rite. At least that time around, they had a bit of extra warmth in the car and so they could hunker down with the heat on part of the way up the dial. Eric finally put his hood onto his head once they reached the intricate web of an interchange in the heart of Sacramento, whereby Sam was careful to take the next exit, the next road which wound out further west to the Bay Area.

Sam felt the hunger creeping up inside of her once those hills emerged in the terrain once again.

A break in the clouds over their heads and she knew that it was about time for breakfast. Every time she took a glimpse into her rear view mirror, Alex's head was bowed a bit and his eyes drooped closed. Indeed, Eric had fallen asleep at some point right outside of Fairfield. They were within the home stretch, and she could see the high spires of the Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance, and yet the two of them were still drifting off to sleep all the while.

She knew a place where she could take them to that would wake them up, especially if Ruben didn't pick up at any given time the night before.

The dense cottonlike tule fog melded into the thick but wispy San Francisco fog as Sam wound her way through the northeastern rim of the Bay Area and all the way down to Castro Valley. They passed the place where James and Lars had scattered Cliff's ashes and she knew that they had to stop there when they had the chance, and when the fog had finally given way to the summer sun overhead.

They reached the cafe by her father's house but given it was still early, it wasn't open yet. The two of them were still sound asleep by the time they rolled up there to the curb.

She returned to the freeway and they continued onward to the studio down in Berkeley, where Sam recognized a familiar head of smooth black hair and a slightly heavier body even from a distance, but she didn't recognize the young guy right across from her with his head of long luxurious smooth black hair down to his back: he had that thoughtful look on his face that made her think of both Joey and Chuck.

Sam brought the car up to the curb right before her and that was when Eric and Alex both jarred awake at the same time.

“Aurora,” Eric blurted out in a broken voice.

“With some other guy,” Sam said as she climbed out first. The two of them followed suit right behind her, and Aurora and the guy both turned for a look back at him.

“You must be the cousin!” Alex declared.

“Yeah—I'm Stephen.”

“The cousin?” Sam wondered aloud.

“Yeah, I'm Chuck's cousin,” he replied.

“Stephen Carpenter, you said your name was?” Aurora asked him.

“Yeah—by the way,” he turned back to Eric and Alex, “I love you guys, and also Metallica and Anthrax. I pretty much the past two years playing guitar along to Master of Puppets, Among the Living, and also The Legacy.”

Sam turned to the two of them, the two still very young boys.

“Did you guys hear that?” she proclaimed to them. “You guys are now influential in a way.”

“I hope my band gets accepted,” Stephen confessed as Aurora held the door for the four of them. The whole front hallway of the studio smelled a bit musty, as if someone left a window in there.

“And Anthrax is working on a new one, too,” Sam remarked once they were in the main room. “Boys are busy as all hell.”

“Did you hear what happened to their studio last month?” Aurora said with a look of concern on her face.

“I did, yes!” Sam exclaimed. “I called Joey last night and he told me. Lost like a hundred grand worth of equipment.”

“Holy shit,” Eric blurted out.

“Yeah—Yeah, I was gonna tell you but this one over here—” She nodded at Alex and the twinkle in his eye. “—was so busy wanting to touch me and get close to me that I forgot about it.”

“There's also this,” Aurora declared as she picked up what appeared to be a blank cassette tape from the shelf on the side of the room. But Sam recognized that name on the side of the label.

“The return of the Cherry Suicides!” she exclaimed.

“Aw yeah!” Eric cheered with a pump of his fists.

“It's actually a single,” Aurora explained, “their very first one, no less. A brand new song called 'Girlfriend.' 'Cut me up and make me your girlfriend, baby!'”

“Morbid and lovely—just like the girls themselves,” Alex said with his eyes gleaming.

“Also—we have a friend here,” Aurora continued, and the door of the pool room swung open behind them. Yet another young guy with long hair down past his shoulders, but with the first sprigs of a beard around his chin and his upper lip.

“Hey! Gary!” Alex declared.

“Gary from—Exodus?” Sam asked from out of the blue.

“The same!” he said with a smirk and his hand extended to Alex. “Hey, little man. I was wondering where you ran off to after the tour.”

“Camping over in the eastern Sierra,” Alex replied, “with dear Samantha here and also Eric.”

“Cool! Well, I hope you guys saved up some juice because a little bird told me that you—” Gary gestured to Sam, albeit with a serious look on his face. “—wanna visit Cliff's burial site.”

“Where'd you hear that?” she asked him.

“I'll tell you later,” he said.

“Well, you guys better make it quick because Ruben's gonna be here any second now,” Aurora advised them, and without another moment's hesitation, Sam, Alex, Eric, and Gary returned to the car outside.

“What happened to the trailer?” Gary asked them.

“You—really don't wanna know,” Eric told him as they climbed back inside: that time, he took the spot behind the wheel while Sam took to the back seat next to Alex.

A little turn around and then a trek back up to Castro Valley, to those same rolling hills there. At that point, the clouds overhead broke and the gray morning sun shone down on them. Sam hoped they would get breakfast at some point: not that she wanted it, but she wanted Alex and Eric to have a bite to eat for themselves.

“I feel like I haven't been up here in ages,” Gary confessed. “Let's just say it's been a long time coming for all of us over in the Exodus camp.”

Alex ran his fingers through his inky black hair. Sam huddled closer to him just to feel his warmth.

They came to that familiar stretch of flat ground there in the hills, and that low building where they held the memorial.

“Samantha—look!” Alex declared with a point to the field.

Sam turned around and followed his gesture. On the field there, right in the exact same spot where James and Lars had scattered Cliff's ashes, stood a small complex of lush dark green shrubs. Even from the road, she could see those small flowers that lined the highways in the valley and down in the south land.

“Oleanders,” she breathed out; she thought about Louie and if he had seen those flowers himself at any given point. Even though it was still very early in the year, she could see they were in full bloom as if the springtime had bestowed upon them once again.

“Right where they spread his ashes, too,” he added.

Alex climbed out of the car first and Sam followed suit. Eric and Gary stayed behind there in the car; those shrubs were much larger than either of them had seen before, such that they looked as though they had been transferred from some place on the side of the road to there in the middle of the field. They rounded the edge of the building together only to be met with a heady gust of wind from the ocean, but neither of them let it slow them down. Alex kept on running to the shrubs, to which he skidded to a stop before them and he crouched down before the branches that faced him. Sam lingered behind him for a better look at the flowers, even though she stood several feet away from them.

Eric called out something from the car but she couldn't hear him over the winds at their back.

“Don't touch them, Alex,” she advised him. “They're poisonous.”

“I won't—I'm just seeing how white they are.”

As white as the top layer of hair on the plume on his head.

He lingered right before the fledgling shrub for a better look at those little white flowers as they bloomed up from even the lowest branches, the ones closest to the ground. Their five petals were pristine, like that of a daisy or a hibiscus, but they were oleanders, the plants that grew everywhere there in California. The poison that ran within the roots of the earth and brought back poison for the most unsuspecting of souls. Sam crouched down closer to him as the cold moist breeze from the ocean fluttered the shrubs a bit.

She need not the gray morning sun to show her that the pedals had not a single speck or imperfection on them.

Alex peered back at her and the sunlight shone onto his face to wash out his skin and the gray hairs there over his brow: for a few seconds, he appeared far more ghostly than she had originally imagined before. Sam glanced over at the rest of the barren field. Cliff's spirit was among them, and he made something beautiful and morbid sprout from the depths of the earth in his wake.

“Like—perfect pearly white,” she noted. “White and clean.”

“They really are!” He turned to her with a bright twinkle in his eye, when a chill swept over her. “It's like Mother Nature knows.”

“She does,” Sam said with a nod of her head.

The two of them there back at the end of the world, caught in the midst of something humongous there on their horizons.

Little white flowers to follow them into the next round of spring, and that time was coming upon them. No more time left to dawdle: they all had to move with the poison sands of time.

[allmonstersxarehuman]

Out Of The Woods Chapter 2

 A/N: Alrighty, here's a filler for you guys. Yes it’s going to be one of those slow burn stories. But trust me it will be worth it. I have not proof read this I apologize for any mishaps. I am very excited to show more of this story as it progresses. Also thank you so much to @jtargaryen18​ she has definitely helped me move this story along.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: No big spoilers. Just some of the things you hear off of the trailer.

Word Count: 1468

Chapter 1

Andy Barber appeared on the outside like any other family man, a good paying job, a nice home in a nice city, a beautiful wife and a very smart son. He had it all, but on the inside his life was on the brink of collapse. He and his wife Laurie never slept in the same bed anymore, he had begun taking up residence in the guest bedroom. His son had become distant and moody, though his son was a teenager and most teens start to become moody, it was very unusual for his son. Then there was his sex life, which since he and Laurie had been fighting that part of his life had become non-existent. Which left him lusting after a co-worker, one that was younger than him and hadn’t been in the firm for as long as he had but was already fantastic at her job; which led him to bump heads with her. He had never met such a strong willed woman, she was the extreme opposite to his wife. Y/n spoke her mind didn’t let people including the men around the firm push her around, she never took no for an answer when it came to cases making her one of the best DA’s in the firm. He loved his wife, but recently things had changed. His feelings for her had changed, it wasn’t because they were getting older. It was because there was no spark left in their relationship, though he was determined to try to make it work for the sake of their son. But damn Y/n Y/l/n out of his head, though she didn’t know it and he was way too proud to admit it; but she had him hooked. So there she sat on the other side of the meeting table, pen between her lips. What was she thinking about? He hadn’t realized that he had been staring until their boss came in to announce that he and Y/n were to be leading any new cases along with other colleagues. Andy gave a smug smile towards Y/n. “Looks as though you’re in with the adults now kiddo.” He gave her a wink before walking towards his office. He already had plans to get home so he and Laurie could talk, it would be the best time because his son Jacob was out with friends and wouldn’t be home until around dinner time. As he was walking out of the building he couldn’t help but over hear a colleague talk about asking Y/n out on a date. Andy couldn’t help but scoff, like she would go for some loser like Jack Louis. She wouldn’t right? Why was he even concerned about who she dated, she wasn’t his. But, he needed her to be.

Walking into his house, he could smell that his wife had been cooking which meant he was in for a long night of either arguing or silence. He desperately hoped for the latter, but life isn’t nice to men who long for someone who is not their wife. “Nice to see that you came home early Andy, we need to talk.” Laurie said turning to look at him her hands resting on her hips. Andy sighed running a hand down his face, as he hung up his coat and bag before grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Alright Laurie, what do we need to talk about?” He said popping off the cap of the cold bottle. “I want to make things work. If not for us for Jacob.” Laurie stated walking over to her husband resting her hands on his shoulders. “What do you say? Why don’t we rekindle this flame?” Andy sighed softly taking a long sip of his beer. “Let’s talk about this later.” He spoke before tilting his head towards the sound of the front door. Upon seeing their son Jacob enter the room they put on forced smiles.

Andy heard his alarm sound from his phone, groaning he turned it off and ran his hand over his face. He knew Laurie would be out running and he obviously knew that Jacob wasn’t up yet, so he got up walking over to his sons room and knocked on the door. “Jake time to get up.” He spoke as he opened up the bedroom door. “Come on Jacob, let me see those eyes.” After a bit Jacob finally popped his head up from under the covers and groaned to let his dad know that he was up. Once Andy finished getting dressed, he headed down to the kitchen seeing the normal sight he usually saw. Laurie pouring two cups of coffee and Jacob eating breakfast. Little did he know, his life was about to turn upside down. That morning he got a call saying he needed to be at a certain location, there had been a murder and they needed him and his co-worker Y/n Y/l/n to be at the scene. He let out a sigh and pulled out his cell before calling Y/n. “Y/L/N, we have a new case. They need us at the scene as soon as possible.” When she spoke his breath hitched a bit. Y/n told him she would meet him at the scene, and with that he headed on his way to the crime site. Andy got there before Y/n and soon noticed that the weather had become colder, the sun could no longer be seen like it had been earlier that day and it had seemed like it was going to rain. But when Y/n arrived it was as if his body became warmer, like he was borrowing her body heat it wasn’t sexual; it was more comforting. Andy snapped out of it as the two of them ducked underneath the yellow police tape. “Nothing worse than a kid.” Spoke a detective when he heard the victim’s name he stopped in his tracks, the kid went to the same school as his son. Andy seemed to have spaced, he didn’t want to think about it and didn’t want to be one of the parents that would be thinking it could’ve been his own kid down there. He snapped out of his daze when Y/n called his name. “Hmm?” He hummed and turned his gaze towards her. “Any leads to go off of?” She asked her head tilted slightly. “No. None yet.” He sighed heavily rubbing at his beard. “You know him don’t you.” She spoke a bit more sternly her arms folded over her chest. “He and Jacob went to school together, know his parents but not much.” He said shaking his head.

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You sighed softly, Andy had just revealed to you that he personally knows the family of the murdered boy. “Are you sure it’s wise for you to be on this case Andy? Lynn might not agree when she finds out.” You spoke softly but enough to make him know that you were serious. “Um. Yeah it shouldn’t be a conflict.” He said before disappearing. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed out in frustration, you knew what you were about to do was something that could break any trust with your work partner. Taking out your phone you called Lynn. “Lynn we have a problem.” You said.

Here you were sitting in your boss’ office 3 days after the murder, you knew this was going to break your co-worker but it needed to be done. When he walked in, he definitely wasn’t in a good mood. You chewed on you lip nervously. “Andy, we found a print on the victim it’s partial but it’s a print. The finger print that has been lifted from the victim is your sons. Y/n will be taking over the case.” Lynn spoke calmly. Andy looked at you and then back at Lynn. “You’ve arrested my son?!” He spoke loudly.  “Not yet, but they are preparing to get a search warrant.” You spoke up, when his eyes met yours. You felt uneasy, his usual bright blue eyes seemed almost grey. It wasn’t until he stormed out that you noticed that you had been holding your breath.  “Y/n are you alright.” Lynn asked you. “Yes ma’am I’m fine.” You spoke before leaving to go to your apartment that you shared with your roommate Diana. “Hey loser, I ordered take out. I figured you hadn’t eaten yet.” She yelled at you from the kitchen. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, it had seemed as if you were sighing a lot lately and for many different reasons. You walked into the kitchen and gave a small smile to her. “That rough huh?” She said raising a brow at you. “You don’t know the half of it.” You said jumping onto the counter and grabbing the beer she had handed to you.

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[dreamingabouttaron]

The Assistant Part 19

The next morning, the sound of the rain hitting against the window echoed throughout the room. The light from the bleary day tried to fight its way through the curtains but to no avail. Sighing heavily, you could feel Taron’s body turning behind you in bed. You felt his arm hooking around your waist to cuddle you in closer to the warmth of his body. By the sound of his breathing, it was clear that he was still heavily asleep. Reaching down, you traced your fingertips over his long fingers and thought about everything that had happened between the two of you already. You were amazed at how natural things felt between the two of you.

Turning carefully under his arm, you smiled when you faced him and looked over his sleeping features. You couldn’t help but getting happy when you watched him. Everything about him was perfect and you absolutely adored him. The fact that he already told you he loved you made you worried, but not for bad reasons. It just scared you because this was such a good thing and you were so worried you were going to fuck it up, which is why you’d encouraged him to wait a little longer. Reaching out, you brushed your fingertips through his messy hair and watched as he shifted before you. He was still sleeping and you found yourself falling for this man more and more with each passing second you spent with him.

The sound of the rain calmed you, but still at the same time—as you watched Taron breathing heavily while he slept, you still found yourself a bit heated by the thoughts of everything you liked about him. Looking him over, you could see that his naked chest was rising and falling heavily whilst he slept. Moving closer, you placed a gentle kiss on his chest. You felt his breathing change at your touch. You heard a little groan peep out of Taron’s mouth. You giggled to yourself as you watched him wake from his slumber.

“Good morning beautiful,” He mumbled groggily with his eyes still closed.

“Good morning,” You said gently back.

He shifted position so that he was laying on his back, he pulled you closer into him so that your head was resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat. You watched his sleepy face, his eyes hadn’t yet braved themselves to open. He looked so peaceful, you could see yourself getting used to this sight. You didn’t have to get up immediately, you had the morning off before filming, which started that afternoon. This meant you could treasure this moment for a little while longer.

“How are you feeling?” You whispered to him as you placed your chin on his chest to get a better view. He turned his head in your direction and resistantly opened his eyes. He looked tired, but not lack of sleep tired. Bone tired, soul tired. You looked up at his face, his light eyes were turned down toward you, there were tears just appearing in them.

You touched his cheek, the stubble rough under your finger tips. “Oh my love,” you breathed, with a heavy sigh he shifted, turning his head to one side and pressing his face against your head. Your hands slipped across his broad shoulders and down his back a little way. “Everything is going to be okay.” You felt him smile against you. He released a little sigh and you felt him soften in your arms. He pulled back and placed a hand on your cheek.

“I know, and I can tell you that ‘I know’ because I have you here with me.” He looked down at you with care in his eyes. They made you melt. You found yourself getting lost in them.

“I’m always going to be here. That’s not going to change.” You placed a delicate kiss on his chest. “I promise. Come on, we can’t spend all day moping around. You start filming tonight.” You received a groan as a response. You didn’t have much motivation to move either but you knew you had to. You pulled yourself out of Taron’s arms and sat up in bed. Your hair was all tangled and you could tell that your skin was getting revenge on you for not taking your make up off the night before. You pushed the covers off and climbed out of bed, you walked over to retrieve your clothes from the night before.

“Are you sure you can’t climb back into bed with me? Not just for a little bit longer?” Taron whined when he saw you dressed in only his t-shirt that you had picked out the night before.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m very sure. I have work to do before we get picked up to go to set.” You spoke as you started to pull your jeans back up over your thighs and onto your waist.

“Ugh, fine. But I’m going to stay in bed a little longer.” Taron snuggled back down under the sheets, “You can keep that top if you want. It looks good on you.”

You looked down at the material that hung to your upper body and smiled, it smelt like him and you wanted to keep it close incase you missed him. “I’ll take good care of it.” You walked over to him in bed and placed a gentle kiss on his temple. His eyes opened and his lips cheekily puckered. You looked down at his lips. Being tempted by them, you leant down and placed a small gentle kiss upon his lips receiving a small hum from Taron upon your lips. It was just like you had remembered it. Perfect. You pulled back with a smile across your face and ran your hands through his bed hair.

“I’ll see you downstairs at three.” You whispered as you got up off the bed, picked up the rest of your clothes and tip toed quietly out of the room leaving him to sleep.

***

Your morning seemed to fly past. You spent the majority of it getting yourself ready for the day ahead, you had a stack of emails to reply too before you could get off to set. You were thankful you had a later start so that you could put your professional head back on. You had no idea what it was going to be like on set. You had never worked on a film set before. The idea excited you. You knew how hard Taron and the team had been working, he had been training for months to prepare for this film.

You closed your laptop down when you saw the time. 2:50. You freshened yourself up and packed your bag. Script, check. Copy of the call sheet, check. Phone, check. Room key, check. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were dressed in a smart but cosy jumpsuit that tied around the waist. You wanted to look smart but you also knew that filming could take a while and that you would be on set until the early hours getting the right shot. You smiled in approval and then grabbed a coat and left for the lobby.

You were stood in the busy lobby for a while tapping your foot and constantly checking your phone. Taron was obviously running late. You received a message from the driver stating that he was outside. You shook your head, you couldn’t fail at the first hurdle. You refused to screw this up. You called Taron. It rang and rang, you got more aggravated the longer it took for him to answer. You thought it was going to go through to answer phone when he finally picked up.

“Taron, please tell me you’re on your way down.” You sounded every bit as impatient as you felt.

“Oh god, is it time already?” You pulled an exasperated face as you listened to him. You heard rustling from on the other end of the phone, “I’m sorry! I’m on my way down now. See you in a sec.”

“Please hurry.” You said and hung up. You weren’t going to allow the mornings events to impact your professionalism this afternoon. You were drawing a line to separate the personal and the professional. For now, the personal would have to wait.

Thankfully it didn’t take Taron too long to arrive downstairs, he was very apologetic. He still looked shattered but certainly better than last night. You led Taron out the front and into the waiting car, you squeezed in next to him in the back. He placed a gentle hand on your leg and traced little delicate circles on your thigh. It send sparks rushing around your body. You sent him a warning look. “We’re going to have to be professional T.” You whispered to him causing him to smirk. He now knew a way to tease you.

“I just can’t keep my hands off you. Not when you look so good and you’re sat so close to me.” You smiled at him but gently removed his hand from your lap and then turned your attention back to your phone.

When you arrived on set, you were greeted by the third assistant director who guided you both to Taron’s trailer. Inside was large, it had a mini sofa next to a little table where you could sit and chill, a small kitchenette area which had a fridge and microwave, and a separate door on the other end which led you through to the bathroom. You placed your bag down on the table and took in your surroundings. Taron got comfortable on the sofa, he was clearly used to this.

You pulled out the call sheet from your bag and read out the timings of the afternoon. “Okay, so, hair and make up in the make up trailer at 4, then straight into costume at 4:30, then the second AD will come and get you and take you onto set at…” Taron quickly got up and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to panic. Just relax. I know the drill. Everything is going to be okay.” He reassured you and kissed on you on the forehead. The sensation of having him so close calmed you down. You trusted him, this wasn’t new to him. You just wanted this to be perfect.

As he said, everything was okay. You followed Taron around as he got pushed from pillar to post. You watched how easy it was for him to mingle and fit in with everyone. Your heart just grew as you watched him. You noticed his eyes constantly looking out for you, checking you were still there.

When you walked onto the set your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your throat. You had never seen anything like this. The set was huge. So lifelike. So real. You let out an inaudible “wow.”

“It’s pretty amazing right?” You turned to see Ben standing beside you. He was dressed in jeans and a jumper. He looked very at home within his creation.

“This must be amazing for you to see. Your creation is all coming to life. You must be really proud.” You smiled warmly at him. You hadn’t seen him since your date. Since you left him hanging when he went to kiss you.

“Yeah, it’s unbelievable. I can’t wait to see the final product, we have such an amazing team on board.” His eyes darted all around the set, it was full of people hurrying around doing their jobs before the actors and director got in their places. You spotted Taron and the director talking in the corner, Taron’s eyes narrowing at you when he spotted you with Ben. “I’m sorry if I got the wrong idea the other night. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, that was never my intention. I really like you Megan and I don’t want to mess this up.”

You looked up at Ben and frowned, “No, no! You didn’t.” You sighed, “Should we talk about this later. I don’t think here is the best place to have this conversation. It’s not very private.” Ben looked up and noticed Taron watching on.

He placed his hands in his pockets, looked down and nodded. “Sure. I’ll catch you later. Good luck with today.” You watched as he walked back off towards the producers that you had met on the first night. You shook yourself out of your thoughts and walked over the where the rest of the assistants and runners were standing.

The rest of the evening on set was breathtaking. You felt warmed at the work you were watching unfold before your eyes. Everything was slowly but surely coming together. You knew this was going to be a long shoot but you were excited to continue. The hours flew by, you had all been given a few breaks here and there so that scenes could be reset and reels could be watched over. Taron had been all over you when he was given a break, it was as if you were giving each other the energy and strength to continue. You felt stronger together. But you wanted to be careful; nobody else knew that Taron had just broken up with Emily. You didn’t want to get a reputation.

As the evening shoot came to an end; you helped a tired Taron get back to his trailer. You opened the door for him and allowed him inside. He went into the bathroom to clean up and change whilst you received the call sheet for the next day. You could see yourself easily fitting into this routine.

You and Taron both went back to the hotel together. The whole car journey back, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. They kept wandering further up your leg causing him to receive several looks of warning. As much as you craved his touch you knew you had to control yourself. When you arrived at the hotel you went your separate ways for the night, much to Taron’s dismay. He wanted to hold you in bed next to him but you had insisted on going back to your room, alone. You were both exhausted. You looked at your phone before you climbed into bed. 4:30 am. You ran your hands through your hair as you heard a knock at the door. You laughed to yourself. You knew Taron wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. Not even for one night. You bounced over to the door with a large smug smile on your face.

“Can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” You said joyfully as you swung the door open laughing to yourself only to be shocked at the sight of the person standing before you. It was’t Taron at all. It was Ben. Looking sweet and handsome as ever.

“Oh, um? Is this a bad time?” He questioned.

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[andormeddows]

Pull it! ::: Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Ben and the reader both have a hair-pulling kink, but try to hide it. One night, they’re making out and he pulls the reader’s hair a bit, causing her to moan. She quickly get embarrassed and try to hide it, but it won’t last long until both of them are shagging. Lots of hair pulling, then. Smut!

Word count: 4629

Warnings: Strictly 18+. I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. Hair-pulling kink. There’s a lot of swearing. Also, dirty-talking, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!).

Notes: I hope this turned out well… I’m sorry for taking so long to write this, but thank you so much for requesting it, Anon! Either way, I’ve sinned and I’m taking you all down with me! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated!

Masterlist is here!

It happened for the first time on a wintry night. You and Ben were snuggled up together on the couch as the wind blew against the windowpanes. Steaming mugs of tea were propped on the coffee table, as were your feet, wrapped up in fuzzy socks. Your head rested against Ben’s chest as one of his hands slowly and absentmindedly caressed your neck, a few locks of hair intertwined on his fingers. Sherlock played on the television. You convinced Ben to start watching it, so there he was, watching the first episode for the first time as you watched it for up-tenth time. No regrets.

“Isn’t it amazing?” you asked when the credits rolled over on the screen, sitting up on the couch and quickly turning to Ben. Your voice was filled with enthusiasm, eyes ablaze with happiness. “I mean… I…”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Ben answered, lovingly gazing at you. Your enthusiasm was contagious. “It is amazing. I loved it.”

“Did you really?” you asked suspicious, squinting your eyes as you pulled one of the mugs towards your lips.

“Yeah, I did!” he laughed, pulling, too, the other mug towards his lips.

“Thank you,” you uttered, smiling and pecking his lips after taking another sip from the steaming drink in your hands.

“You’re welcome, love,” Ben whispered against your lips.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, shyly smiling. Ben bit his bottom lip as he averted his gaze to your reddened lips due to the contact of the steaming tea with them. Fuck. The sight of him biting his lips in a half smile was a masterpiece. His blue eyes kept focused on your lips as he abandoned the mug in his hands on the coffee table. His warm hands reached for your face, cupping it and gently pulling it towards his. Your lips touched again in a tender kiss.

After quickly abandoning your mug too, your hands reached for his arms, covered by a comfortable hoodie, pressing against them in an approving gesture. Your thumbs slowly grazed on the soft fabric of the hoodie, caressing his arms. He smiled once again, breaking the kiss to admire you. His hands still firmly cupping your jaw, Ben pressed his forehead against yours and his blue eyes bore into yours in a look of utter love.

“I love you,” you uttered, pulling him closer and enlacing your arms around his neck. Unprepared for that sudden gesture, he gasped and laughed against your cheek before quickly pecking it.

“I love you, too, dork,” he kissed the corner of your lips.

Caressing the soft skin of his neck, you pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. It soon escalated to a deeper kiss as his tongue entered your mouth and you hummed in appreciation. Your breaths ran short as your noses bumped slightly against each other as the kiss intensified and saliva was smeared across your lips.

Your hands cupped his face, fingers pressing against his jawline as his hands reached your hair. Oh, fuck. You melted under his touch, feeling intense shivers run through your whole body as if they were an electric current. His fingers slowly tangled in your locks, caressing your scalp. It was happening again.

Having a hair-pulling kink was something you'd never admit. So, every time Ben would tangle his hands in your hair and softly pull at your locks, you would prevent some of the filthiest moans to escape from your lips. All of the fibers in your body fought against the urge to let yourself get lost in pure bliss because of his fingers working on your hair. The truth was that you felt embarrassed because of it, ashamed of it. Who on Earth would have a hair-pulling kink?

You had. Ben too.

You inhaled sharply, interrupting the kiss as his fingers slightly pulled at your locks. Fuck. Arousal exploded through your veins and your surroundings spun fast. Breath hitching in your throat, you threw your head back. Your eyes were closed in pure bliss, completely lost in his touch. What was happening? You should be trying to hide it from him. However, there you were, letting your emotions and sensations break free. He bit his lips, pulling at your locks once again in order to bring your lips to his.

It was when it happened.

A loud and filthy moan escaped from your lips as your eyes remained closed and all your brain could focus was on his fingers pulling at your hair and caressing your scalp.

“Fuck, Ben,” you whispered against his lips, almost whining at the pleasure those gestures brought to your entire body.

Ben froze on the spot after hearing those noises and words leaving your lips. He gazed at you, brows slightly furrowed and cheeks boring a light shade of pink. Heart racing inside your chest and against your ribs, you opened your eyes as adrenaline exploded through your veins. What had just happened?

Suddenly, your hands desperately reached for his, pulling them from your hair as your cheeks burnt in shame. You couldn’t bear to look at him as you felt his gaze on your anxious features, not after that moan. Not after revealing your weird hair-pulling kink. Your hands pressed against his in an anxious gesture, gently holding them down against your legs.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered almost inaudible. “This is embarrassing.”

Ben gulped, realization hitting him. “I guess I’m the one who should apologize.”

He wasn’t sure why he said it, it felt so wrong. Arousal pulsed in his body as that moan, your moan, repeatedly echoed in his mind like a symphony. Licking his lips, he exhaled heavily while his eyes wandered through your ashamed figure, your fingers nervously playing with his. The only reason why those words felt so wrong was because Ben had a hair-pulling kink either. Even though both of you tried to hide it, it was so obvious. So obvious.

His cheeks still bore a light shade of pink as he pictured your bodies tangled on the couch, his hands roaming through your soft hair while he slammed into you and heard you moan eagerly. Oh, well. He pictured you riding him, sweaty chests pressed against each other as his hands caressed your thighs and your hands buried deep in his blonde locks.

Neither of you bring the incident up during the following days. God, no. You still felt embarrassed about what had happened a few nights prior and Ben would never admit that he wanted your hands tangled in his hair so much he could orgasm just from imagining it. The next nights you spent at your apartment were lonely to say the least. You felt constantly aroused by the fact that you both had a hair-pulling kink, although you wouldn’t dare to admit it out loud. Picturing Ben pulling at your hair as his cock slammed hard into you was enough to oblige your hands to roam through your own body.

It happened again when you met him while visiting the set. At the end of the day, after long hours of filming, you were supposed to head to your parents’ house for a simple dinner. It had been a while since you both paid a visit to them, which lead to arranging that dinner. Instead, you both ended up in his trailer, lost in each other’s arms.

Ben had just been back from one of the dressing rooms in order to abandon the Roger Taylor persona and you were waiting for him inside sitting on the couch, ready to go. After walking around the set all day and standing aside while filming, your knees slightly hurt. A soft knock on the door tore your concentration away from the script in your hands that you had been reading. Ben quickly marched up the steps, opening his arms to receive you in a tight embrace.

“Could barely talk to you,” he whispered against your hair as his hands ran down your back, stopping when he reached your lower back, almost squeezing your bum.

“You know that’s not a problem. I knew you would be busy filming,” you replied, pecking his lips and handing him his brown leather jacket. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, stepping away from you and reaching for the script you had left on the couch. “Just needed to get this. Were you reading it, by the way? I always leave it on the table.”

Your soft laugh reached his ears as you nodded. “It’s a metaphor, Brian!”

Ben smiled at your silly impersonation, rolling his eyes at the deeper tone in your voice. “We’re actually recording this scene tomorrow.”

“Are you?” you asked enthusiastically. “It’s one of the funniest scenes I’ve read so far if I’m honest.”

“Yeah, it is,” he shook his head, a low laugh escaping from his lips as he remembered rehearsing that scene with Joe, Gwil and Rami. “The problem is I always forget the beginning of it,” he confessed, averting his gaze to the sheets in his hands. “‘Put my heart and soul into this song.’ as I cut slices of bread.”

“You’ll do fine, Ben,” you reassured him, crossing the narrow trailer in his direction and gently pulling the script from his hands, leaving it on the table. Then, you softly squeezed his hands in a caring gesture.

“Do you think so?” he inquired unsure, stepping closer to your body and causing you to avert your gaze to his lips.

“I’m certain of it,” you whispered, running your hands up his arms and softly gripping his biceps.

He pressed his lips against yours. Eyes closed, you both kissed slowly. Your noses slightly bumped against each other every so often and your breaths hit each other’s skin as you exhaled silently. His tongue traced your lips, entering your mouth while his hands gently pulled your body towards his. You bumped against his chest and one of your arms embraced his neck, hand reaching for his nape. Your other hand reached for his face, delicately touching his cheeks and running your fingers down to his jawline. Soft whimpers left your mouth.

“We should get going or else we’ll be late,” your voice sounded loud when you uttered those words, drowning the quiet kissing noises that had been reaching your ears. Wrong. You wanted to stay, you needed to stay. Your mind wandered to scenarios where you straddled Ben and rode him as he sat on the very couch behind him. He would pull at your hair and press his lips against your jawline down to your collarbones as your fingers slowly scratched his nape.

“Oh, please,” he murmured against your lips, reaching for your chin and tilting your head towards his. His blue eyes met yours, searching for the same eagerness, for the same will to stay behind and never show up to that dinner. He obviously found them, which caused him to smirk as anticipation filled his veins.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line as you rested your hands on his chest and gently pushed him against the couch behind him. He landed on its surface with a soft thud. His hands caressed your arms down to your hands, pulling you towards his body and in between his legs. A smirk was plastered on his lips. His hands reached for your ass, squeezing it delicately before moving up to your lower back. Ben’s fingers played with the hem of your shirt, traveling underneath it.

“Come on,” he uttered against your belly as he pressed feathery kisses on your skin.

“You’re going to call my parents later,” you said, quirking your eyebrows and propping your hands on his thighs. You bended down to press your lips against his in a passionate, but eager kiss. “Oh, I hope you’re a marvelous actor to convince them we weren’t actually shagging instead of visiting them.”

“Of course, ma'am.”

You smiled widely against his lips at those words, slowly straddling him. Your hands cupped his face and your tongues moved against each other in an eager kiss. It deepened until filthy kissing noises reached your ears.

“This is nuts,” you breathlessly uttered. “People might hear us.”

Ben warmly laughed, pressing his hands against your ass. “Nobody’s hearing us.”

“The boys are still here!”

Ben smirked and quirked his eyebrows while admiring your slightly worried features. “What if they do hear us? Do you want them to?”

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply at the raspy tone in his voice. Should you say it? Before your brain could even process the words, they quickly left your lips. “If you pull my hair, everyone will be hearing us.”

With that, Ben tightly hugged you, eliciting a surprised squeal from your throat. He pressed your chest against his and reached for your neck, pressing his lips against it in a chaste kiss before massaging your skin with his tongue. You hummed in appreciation. “Damn, YN. Who would tell you would have a hair-pulling kink?”

You closed your eyes, exhaling deep. Your lips were slightly open as Ben nipped at your neck, glancing at your features in order to watch the effect those words had on you. Such a marvelous sight. You shivered and exhaled in pleasure as he kept biting your skin and sucking at it, reaching all possible spots that made you elicit quiet whines. Ben slowly reached the junction between your neck and your shoulder, pulling at your shirt collar to get to your collarbones.

Your chests were still pressed together; his hands eagerly squeezed your thighs, cupping your ass every so often. Your elbows were propped on his shoulders as your fingers tangled in his hair. He hissed loudly when you closed one of your hands in a fist around his locks, pulling them rather harshly.

“Guess I could say the same about you, yeah?” you teased, tilting your head to one side as his lips traveled from your collarbones to your jawline, leaving a trace of saliva behind. “Do you like it, Ben? Do you like it when I pull your hair?”

Shivers ran through his whole body as you pulled his hair once again. He let out a raspy moan, blinking hard and resting his forehead on one of your shoulders, it was almost too much. You pressed your lips against the spot right below his ear in feathery kisses.

“Oh, Ben,” you whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe and letting out a throaty chuckle. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, YN,” he answered breathless, shutting his eyes close when your hips stuttered against his crotch.

You both whined loudly at the so needed friction as you started grinding against him. Head thrown back in pleasure, his sharp jawline was exposed to you, muscles moving as he gulped. You didn’t waste time in pressing your lips against his neck, licking his skin, sucking at it and slightly biting it. His hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling at it anxiously.

“Take it off already!” you whined against his neck. He let a raspy chuckle leave his lips, slowly pulling your shirt up, fingers digging in your skin.

He threw your shirt to the side, which landed uncertain on the couch arm, almost falling to the ground. His fingers wandered over your back, once again pressing your body against his until they reached your bra, eagerly fumbling with it in order to unclasp it.

“It’s not that hard,” you provoked, guiding your own hands to your back.

Ben pulled at the straps on your shoulders, taking the opportunity to sensually caress your arms as he got rid of your bra. His lips reached your chest, sucking at one of your breasts while nearing your nipple. They wrapped around one of them teasing it by flicking his tongue against the hardened nub.

“O-Oh…” he inhaled sharply, voice crackled with pleasure. Your hands had reached for his hair once again.

You kneeled up on the couch, legs pressing the cushions below your sweaty bodies, in order to level your bare flushed chest with Ben’s face. He smirked, ghostly dragging his fingers down your back as you melted into his touch.

He squeezed your ass slightly before pressing his palms under its curve and slowly changing positions on the couch. He carefully pushed your body against the cushions, making sure that your head rested against some of the thrown pillows so that you would be comfortable.

“A bloody masterpiece,” Ben whispered as he watched your half-naked body under the dimly yellow light on the ceiling.

You both undressed each other quickly. Clothes discarded on the ground, Ben spread your legs open and climbed onto you, getting in between them. Your lips met again in a messy kiss and he didn’t waste time in rolling his hips against your throbbing core. He guided his hands to your hair, fingers buried deep in your locks, which caused you to slightly arch your back in pleasure.

“Y-Yes,” you exhaled. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Am I?” Ben chuckled, tongue grazing over his reddened lips.

“If you keep pulling my hair like that,” you whispered hoarsely in his ear after kissing the spot right below it.

As his hands wouldn’t stop softly pulling at your locks, your hands reached in between your bodies and slipped in his boxers, slightly grazing at his cock. His hips stuttered at the sudden contact, which caused his fingers to tightly close around strands of your hair.

“Ben.” you moaned quietly.

You sensed his breath hitch in his throat. Ben gulped quietly, intently watching you. His intense blue eyes locking with your as he gripped your wrist gently and pulled your hand away from his cock.

“You first, love,” Ben pressed his lips against yours, biting your bottom lip and slightly tugging at it.

With that, he pulled himself up and kneeled on the ground, snaking his arms around your legs and bringing your aching core closer to his face. You propped your dazed body on your elbows, eyes ranking at his flushed body, blonde hair disheveled due to all your previous pulling. You intently watched every single one of his moves, loving the tingling sensation that his touch caused on your body. Both of Ben’s hands were on your thighs now, massaging your skin as his mouth pressed kisses against it. Your breath hitched. Ben’s lips approached your aching core, and, in anticipation, you bucked your hips slightly.

“So eager,” Ben chuckled, rubbing his fingers against your folds, feeling your wetness when he licked your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your body fell backwards in pleasure and your hands instantly reached for his hair. You both moaned loudly. “Fuck, YN,”

Your heart raced inside your chest and you smiled wide, feeling a thin layer of sweat spread across your body. His lust blown eyes locked with yours when he hooked two of his fingers on the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Once again, he kissed your thighs, ghostly grazing his teeth over your hot and bothered skin. He rubbed two of his fingers against your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, which had you whimpering and pulling his blonde locks.

For a moment, Ben thought it was all too much. He obliged himself to close his eyes and rest his forehead against your thigh, inhaling deeply. Harshly biting his bottom lip, he prevented hoarse moans and whimpers from escaping the back of his throat due to the intense tingling sensation that ruled his body as you kept pulling at his hair. He felt dizzy, lost in pure bliss.

Clenching his jaw every so often, he dragged his lips to your pussy while his fingers still worked against your folds. He slowly licked her pussy, pressing his tongue in between her folds and reaching her clit. He, then, wrapped his lips around it, causing you to hiss and let a breathless chuckle escaped from your lips.

“Ah, yes!”

At every pleasurable remark that fell from your lips, Ben’s cock would twitch, pressing against the soft fabric of his boxers, almost aching from the amount of pleasure that exploded through his veins.

“Look at you, Ben,” you teased breathless, eagerly grinding your cunt against his lips. Your hips stuttered at the amount of pleasure that filled your veins. “All lost in pleasure just from me pulling at your hair?”

Ben whined against your folds, causing your hips to desperately buckle and the tip of fingers to slightly enter you. “Fuck.”

“What about you?” he murmured, intently watching his fingers tease your entrance, circling it painfully slow. “So desperate for me to touch you. My fingers aren’t buried in your hair yet, but you’re already dripping, love. Will you last any longer? Will you last long for me to fuck you while tangling my fingers in your hair and pull it at every trust?”

You gulped a filthy moan as he pushed half of his middle finger into you. Eyes closing shut, head being thrown back and lips slightly open, Ben smirked, licking his lips. You would elicit needy whimpers and moans, arching your back in pleasure as he pumped his finger into you. Your tight walls hugged it and clenched around it. Ben exhaled heavily, his hot breath fanning over your clit while he watched his finger bury deep into you. His cock twitched desperately.

You could barely handle your frustration at the slow pace in which Ben moved his finger. Your juices spread through your folds, smudged at your thighs and mixed with Ben’s saliva as he, once again, wrapped his lips around your clit. You bucked your hips against his tongue, crying out at the sudden wave of intense pleasure.

“Bloody hell,” Ben whispered, breath hitching because of a harsh pull at his locks and finger stuttering inside of you. He was obviously desperate; you couldn’t hold back a smirk at his frowned features, lips pressed together in a thin line.

Ben almost cried at the lack of attention to his throbbing cock. The frustration was so unbearable that he quickly guided his other hand down his body, harshly tugging at his hardened member.

“God, yes,” he laughed lost in pure bliss and closed his eyes, body almost combusting in pleasure. He increased the pace of his pumping into you after adding another finger.

“O-Oh…” you cried out, clenching around his fingers as your orgasm built up, the burning sensation in your stomach increasing inhumanly. “Fuck, fuck! Oh, fuck.”

“People might hear us!” Ben provoked.

“Idiot,” you mumbled almost incoherently while propping yourself on your elbows once again and averting your gaze to his fingers pumping in and out of you. Wet sounds echoed around the silent trailer.

Ben’s muscles burned. Having reached inside his boxers, apart from pleasuring you, he pleasured himself, fingers smearing pre-cum through his shaft as they tightly wrapped around it. His blue eyes locked with yours. Both of you had your mouths slightly open, letting whimpers and moans freely echo around.

“Ben!” you screamed loudly, one of your hands reaching for his wrist, tightly wrapping around it and hips buckling once again.

Ben felt the desperation in your voice in his bones, causing his hips to stutter. He was quick to remove his fingers from you. Your peaking orgasm quickly descended at the sudden lack of contact and you whined continuously. Ben shakily got up, knees red because of the time he had knelt in front of you.

He tugged his boxers down as you dragged your weakened self up on the couch and reached for him. “Come here.”

Fingers intertwined, you pulled Ben towards you. He thirstily cupped your face, reaching for your lips and kissing them so fiercely it almost hurt. Your teeth grazed against his and your tongues desperately tangled. Breaths uneven through the kiss, Ben moved forward to sit on the couch. You were quick to straddle his lap and tug at his member. He threw his head back in a silent moan, carding his fingers through your hair.

His jaw clenched as you lowered yourself on his cock, earning a strangled moan from him while a satisfied whimper left your lips. Your walls deliciously wrapped around his shaft, which almost caused Ben to lose it. You slowly moved against it, feeling him heavenly stretch your walls. His hands firstly squeezed your ass, but where quick to reach your hair.

“Y-Yes,” you hissed, a smile finding its way to her lips.

“God, I wish you could see what I see,” Ben’s eyes hungrily watched your body bounce on his cock. “So deliciously fucking yourself, aren’t you?”

He pulled at your locks, bringing your lips to his. Your back arched intensely as he started thrusting into you, meeting your own thrusts. Your orgasm was building up once again as was his. Ben swallowed the soft whimpers that fell from your lips as he kissed you hungrily and continued to softly scratch at your scalp. His lips worked against the corner of your parted lips, tracing down to your jawline, reaching the spot below your ear.

Your chests were pressed together, sweat covering them. Your hardened nipples grazed against his skin as you arched your back in pleasure. Ben slightly pulled your head to the side, giving him access to your neck once again, kissing down until he reached your shoulder blades tracing a patch to the junction between your shoulder and neck while he reached the same pleasurable spot over and over again.

Your fingers tightly closed around Ben’s strands of hair once again. But at that, his hips jerked upwards, thrusting deeper than ever, which caused you to cry out his name, cursing incoherently and a strangled moan fell from his lips.

“Shit. Shit, YN,” he repeated in a slurred tone as your walls insistently clenched around his cock. “You feel so good…”

“Y-Yeah?” you mumbled, a dazed smile on your features. Your eyes were closed in pure bliss and you eagerly reached for your clit with one of your hands, rubbing your fingers at a fast pace against them.

Your nails dig into Ben’s scalp, fist closed around his hair, which sent him over the edge. Chasing his orgasm, his hips stuttered and his breath was shallow. The pleasure exploding in his veins was so intense Ben felt dizzy again, his muscles all burning in pain due to the repeated movements of his hips.

You reached your orgasm panting and burying your face into Ben’s neck. Your brain couldn’t process the intense sensations that waved through your body. Your fingers insistently rubbed against your clit slowly stopped moving. Ben didn’t waste time to softly pull your hair one last time, increasing the intensity of the waves of pleasure crashing into your body. He weakly thrusted into you while you reached the stars. You moaned and whimpered Ben’s name desperately, letting the words fall from your lips in a cascade of pants.

You could tell he was close. He threw his head back in your hands, falling into your touch. You scratched his scalp, leaving open-mouthed kisses to his neck. Your walls tightened around his shaft, causing him to come in hot spurts inside of you, groaning incoherently.

“God… ” Ben hoarsely laughed, caressing your back reassuringly while your body collapsed onto his. You both breathed in deeply in an attempt to recover your breath. Sweat glistened on your foreheads and drenched your bodies.

“It was amazing, Ben,”

“Why did we have to hide it?” Ben whispered against your skin as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I just know hiding kinks isn’t happening anymore.”

[irrelevantwriter]

Feliz Navidad

Pairing: (Mayans MC) Angel Reyes x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, oral sex (female receiving), inappropriate use of a candy cane, a little hand job action, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of bodily fluid, Angel being adorable hot as fuck, Angel’s ringed fingers (bc that shit is what keeps me up at night)

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: There’s a Christmas party at the Mayan’s clubhouse and Angel has a sudden bout of inspiration that includes a candy cane, EZ’s trailer, and his very persuasive nature your extreme horniness.

AN: This is my contribution to @ne-gans follower celebration. Congrats on the shit ton of followers! And if you aren’t following her, please do! She’s an amazing writer of all things smut. My chosen prompt was “Who knew candy canes could be so erotic?” for Angel Reyes from Mayans MC and it was way too much fun to write. Hopes this puts you guys in the Christmas spirit, and if not, at least in the Angel Reyes spirit because that man deserves. Please read, enjoy, and share with your friends! 

The amazing aesthetic was done by my fellow Angel thirst bitch and homegirl Ashley @negansdirtygirl22.

*Masterlist in bio.

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Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y Felicidad

You hummed along to the music flowing through the speakers as you sipped from the eggnog clutched in your hand. The Mayan clubhouse was alive with holiday cheer and activity, a sight rarely witnessed within the walls. It had been a joint effort between you, the other wives, girlfriends, and of course Letty and Chucky, to bring some much needed spirit to the club. The last few months had been hard on everyone and you and the other women wanted to give the men something special to put their heavy hearts and minds at ease.  

That’s where the Christmas party came into play. There had been plenty of parties around the holidays in the past, but nothing actually dedicated to one of your favorite times of year. This celebration was all about the horrible Christmas music, the way too boozy eggnog, the tamales that one of Creeper’s tias made, and the much needed sense of familia that had been lacking as of late. And it seemed to be paying off.

The space was decorated, all thanks to Letty and Chucky, who chose some of the most heinous looking plastic garland you’d ever seen. But it was the thought that counted. And everyone was having a good time. People were eating, drinking, laughing, and even playing Loteria in a corner. That’s where your eyes settled as they landed on your boyfriend trying to cheat in the game of bingo. His younger brother sat to his right, though he’d been banned from playing because of his unique memorization abilities.

You’d made a move to join him when Chucky appeared in front of you, mouth pulled into a wide grin. The man was obviously having a great time, if the red lipstick caked on his cheek was anything to go by.

“Señorita…” He greeted as he held up a candy cane, one of the larger ones that he’d purchased for the tree set up in the corner. “Para ti.” He held the treat out to you and you laughed, taking it from him.

“I accept that.”

If possible, his smile got even wider as he bounced off. You shook your head and smiled, truly taken by the oddity that was Chucky. Never a dull moment with the man.

You returned on your quest to finally join Angel. You two had rode together in your car, but had hardly spent time with each other once you’d hit the door. You’d been making sure everything was in place, helping El Presidente’s old lady as much as you could. Now you could finally relax and take in all the hard work; the outcome making you feel warm and impossibly cheerful.

“There she is.” Angel announced to the table, gesturing to your approaching figure.

You maneuvered so that you could sit on his lap, your legs pulled to one side and tightly together to keep your red dress in place. His arms welcomed you in, immediately attaching to you like a magnet. His calloused hands landed on your hip and bare thighs, unconsciously caressing the skin there. The motion made a rapid zap of heat shoot up your thighs.

“Baby, tell the guys that I don’t cheat at Lotería.” His voice sounded slightly petulant, like he’d been accused of the crime and teased mercilessly for it.

You sat your cup down and let your fingers dance in his hair, his dark eyes gazing up at you with boyish charm and excitement. It felt good to see him so carefree. It made all the pain worth it. All the late nights and brushes with death; the time you spent worrying that he’d never make it home to you. That all got erased in these moments.

“He doesn’t cheat at Lotería.” You dutifully repeated for him to the table of men. He nodded in satisfaction, feeling as if he’d won. “But he does at Uno.”

A loud series of “Ohhhhhs” and deep chuckles filled the space as they reacted to your statement. Angel looked at you in faux betrayal, his eyes crinkling at the sides from barely subdued laughter.

“Really, querida? Just like that. Telling my whole business.” His ringed fingers landed heavy on your lap, edging the hem of your dress up slightly.

You giggled and burrowed yourself into his neck. “Sorry, baby.” You left a chaste kiss on his neck, knowing your comment would be forgiven with the gesture.

“Hmmm,” He hummed, eyes squinted up at you in scrutiny. “You can make it up to me.” He raised his brows in question, lip pulled into a devilishly handsome smirk.

You let out a girlish giggle, unable to help yourself when he flirted with you. You vaguely noticed that the rest of the table had gone back to their conversations and the game, no longer paying attention to the wrapped up couple.

“Oh, I will…” You teased with a bite to your bottom lip. His eyes followed the movement, hands gripping your bare flesh just a little bit tighter in response. He ran his tongue over his own bearded lips and your breath caught slightly, feeling the alcohol and your sudden arousal start to take effect.

“How about right now?” He whispered into your ear, nibbling at the appendage. You closed your eyes for an instant, momentarily lost in the sensation before you remembered where you were. Angel had that kind of influence over you, and you hoped it never waned.

“And where would we go?” You responded breathlessly, only slightly embarrassed by your strong reaction to his minimal ministrations.

He smirked up at you, somewhat surprised by your willingness to go along with his mischief. Angel loved pushing your sexual limitations. He loved testing your boundaries and exploring all facets of pleasure. You felt comfortable enough with him that you found yourself ready to follow him to the ends of the Earth. Not to mention, the man owned your heart, fully and without condition. You were his in a way you’d never belonged to any man before. And you could confidently say the same thing about him. Angel was devoted to you. And he liked to show you just how much on multiple occasions.

“I got an idea.” He looked around you and to the room, inspecting your surroundings. He leaned up again and whispered into your ear, the grittiness in his voice making you shiver. “Let’s go outside.”

You nodded and wordlessly got up with Angel’s help, letting him lead you to the door and outside. No one called out for you. No one even seemed to notice your absence. Excitement pulsed through your blood as he gripped your hand and pulled you with him across the dirt lot. You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t stop him. You let him take control.

He opened the door of EZ’s trailer with a key inside of his leather. He helped you up the rickety steps, your black heeled boots not making the feat easy. He shut the door once you’d made it inside, the space cramped and narrow. EZ hadn’t been staying in the trailer lately so the place was a little dusty. You felt a small sweep of guilt at invading the space for your own personal debauchery. But seeing Angel eye-fucking you like he was right now made those feelings dissipate right out of the trailer.

“Have I told you how fucking hot you look tonight?” He asked from his spot near the small dining table. His intense study of you and his words made you instantly wet, your panties barely catching the residual.

“Yeah, you mentioned something about wanting to bend me over the counter before we left the house earlier. Does that count?” You replied with your own wicked smile.

He chuckled and stepped forward, hand smoothing down his whiskers. You’d started to see hints of grey within the strands and you’d let Angel know how attractive you found that as soon you’d spotted them. He was more than appreciative of your “compliments”.

“What’s this?” He pulled at your left hand, just now seeing the candy cane still clutched in your palm. You barely remembered you’d had it, too concerned with letting Angel get you alone.

“Chucky gave it to me.”

He took the red and white candy and pulled at the wrapper, removing it far easier than you would’ve been able to. He eyed the item closely and seemed to get an idea because his eyes bled into yours, the sizzling tension now undeniably boiling over.

He held out the long end towards you, near you mouth. You didn’t need to be told what to do. You wrapped your lips around the candy, sucking at the flavor. You stared up at Angel through your made-up lashes as you gently tongued the stick, the innuendo more than obvious. His breathing hitched when you took more of the candy down your throat, your mouth nearly meeting his fingers clutching the other end.

“Fuck…” He cursed once you finally released it from your clutches. He let the end dance over your lips, plucking your bottom one down and watching it fall back into place.

He pulled you to him with his other hand and captured your mouth. His tongue immediately sought entrance and you obliged. He tangled himself up with you, tasting the peppermint that now seeped from your mouth. Your hands gripped his kutte, desperate to feel his body pressed against yours.

You both pulled away, chests heaving. You could feel the heat around your mouth, the scratches of his beard burning your flesh. There were remnants of your lipstick smeared on his bearded lips, the sight fueling a possessive streak in you. He brought the candy cane up to his own mouth and sucked, intertwining the two of you.

“Come on, baby…” He grasped your hand and directed you to one of the cushioned benches. “Sit back.”

You had a weakness for Angel’s commanding nature in the bedroom. The way he would demand things of you while never expecting a response made you feverish. He knew he couldn’t get away with that treatment outside of the bedroom, but he more than catered to that desire when necessary. And he did it verywell.

You followed his lead as he gently sat you back against the cushion, kneeling in front of you. Your heartbeat accelerated, centering right between your thighs. His hands widened your legs and pushed your dress up, propping your heeled boots on his shoulders. He stared up at you with such intensity that you had to squirm against the seat to alleviate the ache. He caught the action and snickered.

“Relax, dulce. I got you.”

You nodded and bit your lip when his hands shifted your dress over your hips to expose the festive red lace panties you were wearing. You were exposed to him and you relished the unbridled lust that oozed from his pores and out onto you.

“Goddamn, you look good.” He swept a finger over your clothed slit, causing you to jerk. The material was damp, your body more than ready for his touch. “Feel good too.” He mumbled, finger still tracing your swollen lips.

You let out a whimper, his teasing having a more powerful effect than usual. You rocked your hips against his touch, encouraging him to explore you further. Angel was an impatient man, and while he was a master at teasing, he ran out of patience just as fast. He pulled the lace down your thighs and off, flinging the fabric somewhere behind him. You tugged at his thick locks and arched your back when his mouth finally connected with your opening. His hands split your thighs further apart, making room for his eager mouth. You threw your head back and moaned, feeling Angel lick up your walls. There was a slight cooling sensation and you realized it was the peppermint that lingered on his lips. The result felt amazing against your heated skin.

“Jesus, Angel…” You moaned when his lips attached to your clit. His face was buried in you, your slick coating him, and yet you felt as if he wasn’t close enough.

He pulled away with a smirk and suddenly brought the candy cane into your line of vision. You struggled to center back into reality and not on the neediness of your hunger.

“You trust me, baby?”

“Of course.” You answered without hesitation.

He nodded and moved back down to your spread thighs. “Lemme know if you want me to stop.”

You were about to chastise him for making you wait when you felt the pressure of something hard at your entrance. It was small, but firm and it slid into you easily. A low moan fell from your lips as it shallowly entered you and then traveled back out and up to your clit. Angel blew on your skin and the realization hit you. He was fucking you with the candy cane. The minty tingle left in its wake made you scratch at his scalp, unsure if you wanted more or not. The combination of dueling hot and cold sensations had goosebumps breaking out onto your flesh.

“You good?” He asked with a gentle lick to your weeping pussy.

You nodded, unable to find your voice as he continued to assault your clit with the candy.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

His mouth launched into a frenzied feeding as he opened you up to him. His tongue dived in and out of you, making your thighs clench around his head. That rush of lava-like heat started to consume your entire body as he worked you over, never stopping. His goal was clear as he sped up and you cried out when his mouth became too much. You stiffened and shook with each shock as you sailed through feelings of love, adoration, and immense pleasure.

“Shit, mi amor…” Angel rasped with amazement as he stared down at your now lax body. He didn’t let you rest as he pulled you into an upright position, locking your lips against his. You tasted yourself mixed with the sweetness of the candy and you found yourself wanting more.

His hands gripped your thighs and lifted you up, switching your positions. He now occupied your spot on the bench while you sat astride his lap, your needy pussy seeking out is hardened cock through his jeans. You pushed down on him, taking pleasure in the way he growled into your mouth. He began lifting your dress over your head and you aided him in removing it. His mouth immediately sought out your pebbled nipples through the red lace of your bra. You pulled him to you, your hands back to tugging at his hair.

He unclasped your bra and pulled it down and off your shoulders. You mirrored his actions by pulling off his kutte and unbuttoning his flannel. His tanned skin beckoned you, the black ink only fueling your want. You ran your nails down his chest, not hard enough to hurt but enough to let him know just how much you needed him in that moment.

“Take what you want, baby.” He taunted, directing your hands to his belt buckle.

You didn’t waste any time, pulling the buckle and button from its confines. He shifted his hips, helping you release his aching cock. At the sight of him you could feel your walls literally pulse, the phantom sensation of him buried inside you making you clamp down on nothing. You licked your hand, coating your palm with saliva. Cum was already leaking from his tip and you used it to pump his rigid cock.

“Fuck,” He cursed with his head thrown back. You took the opportunity to leave bruising kisses on his neck, suckling at the skin and making your way up to his ear lobe. You gently pulled at the appendage with your teeth, feeling his hips buck up into yours.

“Ride me.”

You followed his breathless request and slowly slipped him inside you. Your walls greedily accepted him, seating him inside of you perfectly. You both moaned in unison once you’d taken him in fully, his pulse synchronizing with yours. You sat in his lap, unmoving and soaking up the feel of him. He craned his mouth up, seeking yours. You met him in a slower, more tender kiss than the ones previous. He palmed your ass, rolling your hips against his. You took the hint and began moving, letting him slide in and out of you at a leisurely pace.

“Fuck, keep going.” He panted, fingertips gripping your hips and ass tightly. His mouth moved across your chest and collarbone, his hips attempting to meet yours.

The whine of the seat bench beneath you began to fill the space as you moved faster, chasing the fireworks that were sure to come. The trailer began to rock as you repeatedly fucked yourself on Angel’s cock. The girth of him burned, but the orgasmic bliss that came with it soon overpowered.

“Angel, right there…shit.” You rubbed at your clit as he fucked up into you, white lights starting to dance behind your lids, though that could’ve been the twinkling lights decorating the clubhouse that reflected in through the curtains.

“You gonna cum?” He nipped at your chin, his pace not letting up.

“Mmhm…” You moaned, biting into your lip to keep your enthusiastic screams at bay.

In the next moment, Angel had your hips halted in place above is cock as he rammed repeatedly against your cervix. You gripped his forearms, keeping your balance as he ravaged you. Your whole body reacted to the shift and when his hand manipulated your clit, you came undone.

You acted on impulse as you held Angel to you, gripped tightly in your quaking embrace. You no longer cared about being quiet as you moaned and whimpered, careening through space. He talked you through your orgasm, mumbling expletives and how beautiful you looked with his cock inside you. All of it added to the fire. All of it made both your heart and pussy flutter.

“Mi amor,” He called, his voice still sounding distant in your ringing ears.

You buried your face into his neck as he chased his own end. He grunted, his rings digging into your skin as he finally came. Thick warmth filled you, the feeling of being complete finally achieved. You watched his features twist in ecstasy and in a flash they were relaxed, his body following suit.

The distant laughter and music could be heard over the lot, the party still very much going strong. You both caressed and held each other, not in any hurry to detach. Angel touched you with a softness that made you smile lazily, the leftover oxytocin making you feel more connected to him. He mirrored your expression, caressing your neck and cheeks.

“Te quiero.”

“I love you too.” You confessed, shifting a strand of hair that had fallen against his forehead.

“Fuck...” He sighed tiredly. “Someone’s gonna come looking for us soon.”

“We can pick this back up at home.” You replied with a sleepy smile and wink. You shifted off his lap, hissing at the loss of him. His cum started to slip past your lips instantly and you rushed to find your panties.

Angel found them on the counter and helped you step into them, your legs still feeling unsteady. He smirked up at you once they cleared your hips, a lone finger sliding against your crotch.

“Quit, Angel.” You whimpered, pushing his hand away. He laughed, enjoying how sensitive you always got after sex. He was already dressed and pulling his kutte back on while you slipped your bra onto your shoulders and turned away from him. His fingers clasped the garment in place, hands smoothing down your back. He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder and reached for your dress. You took it from him and pulled it over your head, walking to the small vanity mirror above the sink to check your reflection.

After making sure your hair and makeup were still presentable, you turned to face Angel. He had the candy cane back in his hands, eyeing the sweet with a wistfulness.

“Where’d that come from?” You asked, having suspected the candy to have gotten lost during your activities.

“The table.” He motioned to the flimsy piece of furniture, the thing looking like it was on its last leg, literally.

You both moved towards the door, Angel opening it for you and taking your hand to help you down the steps. You took in gulps of the crisp night air, glad to be out of the stifling heat of the trailer. The thing surely smelled of sex and you made a mental note to air it out before you left.

“Don’t you think you should throw it away?” You gestured to the candy cane as you both walked back up to the clubhouse.

“Nah,” Angel shook his head and popped the thing right back into his mouth, a self-satisfying smile lighting up his face. “Think we should keep it. You can use it on me later.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You laughed as heat warmed your face. Thinking on where that candy cane had been moments before and how much you enjoyed it made you look away from his mischievous expression, the desire already making a fierce comeback.

“Who knew candy canes could be so erotic?” You questioned playfully.

The moment was interrupted by the clubhouse door opening as you both climbed the steps, EZ walking out with an unreadable look on his face. He took a moment to look between the two of you. Angel was sucking on the candy cane, suppressing a smirk, while you tried hard not to meet the younger sibling’s eyes. His gaze shifted to the trailer and he sighed, head shaking.

“Are you guys serious?”

“What?” Angel attempted in an act of innocence. It wasn’t believable.

“You find ‘em, boy scout?” Coco called from behind EZ, cigarette propped between his fingers. He joined you on the porch, eyes taking in the situation. He appeared to find the whole thing comical, leading you to believe that you did not look as put together and unassuming as you’d initially thought when exiting the trailer.

“You owe me.” EZ deadpanned to Coco. You watched in astonishment as Coco cursed and then reached into his pocket for what looked like a twenty dollar bill, begrudgingly handing it off to him.

“What the fuck?” Angel questioned, eyes jumping between the two men.

“I bet boy scout you guys left to handle business. He said you were handling it out here. He won.” Coco explained rather nonchalantly.

Angel scoffed out a laugh, male ego now inflated, while you rolled your eyes. “Are we really that predictable?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Both men replied in unison. They laughed and turned to go back inside to the party.

You went to follow when a hand stopped you. Angel tugged and motioned up, your eyes catching the mistletoe hanging from the wooden beam. You smiled and let him pull you in for a more PG-rated kiss than the series of impassioned ones moments before.

“Merry fucking Christmas, querida.” He whispered against your lips, dark eyes conveying emotion he didn’t have to voice.

“Merry fucking Christmas, baby.”

[laylacooke]

Lesson Learned || Ariana & Layla

timing: sunday evening (6/21)  parties: @letsbenditlikebennett & @laylacooke ft. ulf (mentioned) summary: ariana’s anger gets the better of her. warnings: death mention (rip celeste), explicit language

Layla had returned the night before, just in time to insist that Ulf and Ariana chain her back up. The talk she had had with Frankie had been a step forward. The second instance of hope, after Lucas had given her a small pendant for her birthday, showing that not everyone had thought she was evil incarnate walking the streets. But as the compulsion began to fade, and her heart started to turn cold again, Layla’s mind clouded with only one thought, and that was to make Ariana, Ulfric, and anyone else involved in this ridiculous plan to pay, “You do realize how wrong this is right? Making me sit here all fucking night chained to a chair? It’s inhumane. I thought you cared about me and my well-being. You know, I’ve only got so much blood in my body. And this ghostly complexion should be enough of a hint to you, that I’m bleeding out!!!” The monster inside was willing to say anything, especially at this point and had she been given her phone, she would’ve set the whole town on fire with her words. “Do I at least get one phone call? If so, I’d like to call my girlfriend and tell her how you’re holding me hostage you fucking oompa loompa excuse of a wolf.”

When Ariana had left the other night, she hadn’t thought to grab more than one change of clothes. While she was sure Ricky would have gladly lent her an over-sized t-shirt or five, she wanted a few more comfy pants and some work outfits. Layla was currently chained up in their room and her fists balled up just at the thought of seeing her. The thought of the reckless route she took to avoid her own emotions left Ariana seething, especially in the midst of her own grief. Every single day already felt like a battle and this was another layer that she could barely take on. Her trust was betrayed, and she had a hard time separating this heartless version of Layla from the friend she’d grown close to in such a short time. The moment she entered the room, the dramatics had already begun. She rolled her eyes and retorted, “If you prefer, I can just go ahead and turn you into the cops. I’m sure they’ll be much more fucking accommodating and have tons of vegan options for you.” She went through her closet, pulling out a few signature items and grumbled, “Yeah, okay, we’re really letting you bleed out when Ulf and I have both already given you stitches, but go off. You’ll just feel like shit about this later when you can’t just turn off your fucking feelings. And no, you don’t get a call. I don’t have a phone right now.” As much was true, she had accidentally smashed it when she’d been showing Ace her photos from prom. 

With Ariana just a few feet away, Layla was seething. With every breath she took in anger, she could feel her lungs pressing into her ribs. She had kicked and squirmed most of the night only to bust the stitches yet again, but this time in an attempt to get one of them close enough to make them pay. However, when it didn’t work, she was stuck bleeding all over the floor, “Call the fucking cops, and then watch as I rip their heads off one. by. one. And you know I think I’ll start with Stranger Things. He looks like a good one. Nice and meaty.” She licked her lips. “I can taste the coffee and donuts now.” The words coming out of her mouth were far from anything she would’ve ever said. And after having the compulsion wear thin, the cursed toy made sure to return its power three-fold.

It had hardly been five minutes since Ariana returned to the trailer and she found herself already seething. She didn’t know how Ulfric did it. The older wolf seemed to just have an endless amount of patience when it came to them. She could hear Layla rustling around under the chains as she packed some of her clothes up and let out a huff when she spoke of hurting the cops. Her head whipped around and she sneered, “Oh, I’m sure you’re just the biggest and baddest in town. Hate to break it to you, but there are other supernaturals in the police force. One’s way bigger and scarier than you or I could ever be, but by all means, it’s your funeral.” She wasn’t sure how true that was, but Detective Stryder had to be something if she knew about the supernatural. Whether it was more threatening than a werewolf, she had no clue, but Layla could use a little reality check. She wasn’t invincible. She rolled her eyes. “Can you just shut the fuck up already? You’re not going anywhere until you’re un-hypnotized.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Docile little Layla. Over in the corner cowering at the world. Well I’ve got news for you, Little Wolf...Ain’t gonna happen. Because I’m here now. And you, and Clifford the Big Red Doof can’t do a fucking thing to stop me.” Rocking back and forth in the chair, she started to work towards flipping it on its side. If she could get the chains loose, she might be able to break free. And as she rocked harder and harder, she finally managed to get the thing on its side, despite the grunt she let out from the pain of the chair and the awkward position she was in. As she continued to kick and struggle, she growled in frustration.

Instead of giving Layla the satisfaction, Ariana for what had to be the first time ever, held her tongue. She’d rather tell actual Layla how she was feeling than… whoever the hell she hypnotized herself to be. The fidget spinner was tucked safely away in her pocket so she could take it to Winston. This would all be over soon. “Whatever you say, Layla,” she huffed as she zipped up her bag and heard a thud. Without a beat, she’d whipped her head around and ran over. “What the hell are you doing? No wonder you keep breaking your stitches open, dumbass.” One more little quip, not quite as spicy as what was being dished out, but she had no interest in chatting or arguing with this fucked up version of her friend. 

Layla kept kicking and fighting to get free, and regardless of what the chain was doing to her wrists, she finally managed to wiggle her way out. With her arms free, she reached out for Ari’s leg in hopes of grabbing it, but the chair was holding her back from still being chained to it by the waist and her feet bound. Growling, she began pulling herself, and the chair, forward, “Come here, you little purple haired bitch!” Claws coming out, she jammed them into the floor to get traction as she struggled to get to Ariana.

A low growl escaped Ariana as she felt the other wolf trying to grab her ankle. Bitch. Of course, she couldn’t just chill out until they fixed this whole thing. It was hard to deny the anger and resentment that was boiling up inside her. She took a step back, watching Layla’s claws dig into the floor. “Are you fucking serious? You’re the bitch here, Layla. Instead of dealing with your fucking problems, you turned off your conscious so you wouldn’t have too.” She pulled the fidget spinner out of her pocket, staring at it momentarily, her face contorted in an angry sneer. She clenched it in her fist, feeling how delicate it felt under the weight of her heavy palm. “My sister is dead because of me. She just died and now I have to clean up the fifty messes you made around town because you misused a toy, I warned you against using? And I’m the bitch? You know what,” she yelled, her voice strained as her cheeks reddened and tears threatened to pour down. She squeezed the fidget spinner feeling it crack in her hand and she clenched her hand around it harder, feeling the pieces come apart. She let the broken toy fall to the floor and gave it a stomp for good measure. “See how big and bad you are without your stupid fidget--” She cut herself off, realizing that may have been a bad idea. Would it even turn her back to normal? She watched the redhead carefully, pleading for this to just make her normal again. 

Her claws continued to dig into the floor as she moved closer and closer to Ariana, but when she looked up again, she noticed the fidget spinner in Ariana’s hand. Eyes wide in desperation, Layla panicked trying to get to the other wolf faster, but it was too late. With the crack the red headed wolf cried out in immense pain. The surge through her brain was intense and with the break and stomp on the toy, it left the teenager laying on the floor unconscious. However, it was the surge of feeling coming back to her heart, that gave her the jolt that brought her back, and all at once the young wolf felt guilt, shame, heartbreak, grief, anxiety, and a number of other feelings that couldn’t be contained. Tears immediately flooded her cheeks as confusion filled her mind. The question of what had she done was an understatement, and when she realized who was standing over her and how cruelly she had treated her, Layla quickly scrambled away from Ariana as if she were that same skittish wolf the first day they had met, despite the fact that she was still chained to the broken chair. Cowering behind the bed in the corner she normally slept in, she couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl who’s heart she had broken the most, aside from Frankie. The one person that had taken her in, despite not knowing a damn thing about her.

For a moment, Ariana was frozen in place, unable to believe what she had just done so carelessly. The stroke of luck that breaking the thing had been the right answer didn’t erase the guilt that was now settling, or rather unsettling, her stomach. She’d always had a tendency to act before she thought, and it dawned on her how terribly wrong this could have gone. By the way Layla was cowering away from her and crying, she knew it was her again. She could just feel it, but her head was reeling. This was too much and suddenly the walls of the room felt like they were closing in her and her heart was pounding against her chest. “Layla,” she croaked, voice hitched in her throat, “Lay, please say something.” 

The teenager was gasping for air. It felt like the world was coming down around her. What she had felt at the party seemed minuscule to the wave of shame and fear that hung over her like a 70-pound weighted vest. Did Ariana hate her? Did Frankie hate her? Did the entire town hate her? Layla had never been this aware of her feelings, and it felt like she was suffocating. Her eyes unable to focus on one thing as thoughts raced through her mind, she stayed crouched in the corner shaking, until Ariana had said something. With broken brown hues, she looked to the other teenager and with bated breath, replied in a whisper, “W-What did I do?”

Something in Ariana broke hearing Layla crying so pitifully on the ground. Despite her own pain and how much more the other wolf had brought her this week, she still hated seeing her so broken up. She was still mad and knew she would need time to trust her again, but right now, the hurt in her friend’s whisper took precedence. She kneeled down on the floor, scooting toward the corner Layla was in and refrained from reaching out, knowing it might startle her. “You-- I don’t even think I know everything. Just try to breathe, okay? It’s going to be okay.” 

Layla’s heart was shattered. She was lost even more so than before anger had sent her into making the most regretful decision of her short life. The chains had remained around her and the broken chair was restricting her movement, but as she noticed Ariana coming forward, Layla pressed herself further away from the girl. She had already hurt Ariana more than she could ever try to fix and having the girl comfort her didn’t seem right, when it should have been the other way around all along, “Why did I do this? I’m so sorry, Ariana. I hurt you, and- What did I do?” Sobs left her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.

Ariana frowned as Layla moved further away from her and tried to swallow the anger that still threatened to spill out. She needed to air out all the ways in which Layla’s actions had hurt her, but now wasn’t the time. She needed time to come to terms with all the things she had done, and it was clearly overwhelming her in this moment. Tears pricked at the edge of Ariana’s eyes as she assured, “Nothing that can’t be fixed with time and a few apologies. Just-- breathe, okay, Lay. I’ll--” She realized Ulf had the keys for the chains. “Can I get you anything? I need-- Ulf has the keys. I should--” The words came out of her mouth hurriedly as she tried to keep herself steady.

It was like Layla was trapped in her own mind and couldn’t get out. Except this time, it was from all the emotions she had tried to push out of her life. The pitiful decision she had made had come back to bite her in the ass and hard. But the word ‘fixed’ gave her pause. Could this be fixed? She could easily list the ways she had hurt multiple people in the town including, “Oh God, Sam..Sam is he- Did I?” In her warped state of mind, she hadn’t even checked to see if he was okay. There was so much she needed to know, but the mention of chains caught her attention and sent her looking downwards. Grabbing hold of them, she lifted them up weakly, before letting her hands drop in defeat. What was the use? Looking back at Ariana, she grew quiet. With a very subtle shaking of her head ‘no’, she let the sobs subside as she tried to take in everything all at once as if it were some punishment to her actions, knowing she had a long way to go, before anything would ever feel okay again. 

As she watched the other wolf sob, Ariana found herself at a loss. Even with her own anger still welling up inside of her, she couldn’t stand to see Layla like this. It didn’t matter that it was her own actions that got her here, she still hated seeing someone she cared for hurting like this, and she had no idea how to fix it. Things weren’t okay and probably wouldn’t be for a while. Hell, she even needed time to move past what Layla had put her through while she was already reeling from losing Celeste, but right now wasn’t the time for a fight. “Sam’s going to be okay,” she said softly. She slowly backed away as Layla shook her head and let out a sigh. It was all too much right now, even for her just trying to quiet the part of her that was still filled with rage. “I’ll get Ulfric, just stay still. You’re hurt, okay? Ulf will-- Things will get better again. We’ll talk things out soon, but I can’t-- I just can’t yet.” She walked away, tears falling from her own eyes as she tried to figure out where the keys were stashed. Her hands were shaky as she texted Ulf, hoping he’d be home soon. He’d know what to do. He always knew what to do and that’s who Layla needed right now. Not her, still trying to fight down her own anger and feelings of resentment. She wished she could be the bigger person and let this all go, but the wounds were still too fresh. She promised herself that soon they’d be able to talk through this. 

[softjeon]

Featherlight | Pt. 2

• Pairing: Namjoon x Angel!Jimin • Side-Pairing: Jungkook x Angel!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff / light angst | Angel!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 10k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of nightmares, anxiety

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Humans could hear their guardians, feel their voice inside of them like warm chocolate on a cold winter day. Usually it was enough for angels to whisper to their human, make them consider a different option or another approach. And then there were people who were effectively ignoring their inner voices and apparently Namjoon was just really adamant on not taking care of himself and getting himself into danger constantly.

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He ran through a blinding snowstorm, his heart racing, his breath hitching in his chest. He looked around frantically. His dreams filled with faces he could not remember. But the more he kept on running, the slower he got. His mouth was dry as his head began to spin. Everything seemed to close in on him. Gasping convulsively, he turned and ran again.

Jungkook whimpered quietly in his sleep. He had long kicked the blanket from himself, pulling his legs in as he began to shiver. Tossing and turning, the boy held on tightly to his cushion, fingers digging deeply into the soft material. He's always had these dreams since he could remember. Jungkook was used to them and still it affected him each time. Sleepless nights were a feast for his thoughts, for his anxiety to take over the next day, to overthink everything there was again and again. It swallowed him whole each time. Jungkook wasn't really sure what was feeding his anxiety each time, but he eventually figured that he was scared of disappointing. 

Especially now that Namjoon had asked him to help out from time to time.

After the accident that morning, Namjoon was surprised how easily Jungkook had maneuvered around the café part of his shop. Everything had been set and done exactly like he would do it every morning and the customers greeted him with a smile and their usual coffee-to-go in hand. It had sparked the idea of getting Jungkook as a little helper. Maybe then he could relax a little more in the mornings. Jungkook had agreed right away, having been searching for a student-job for a while now but no matter where they always told him he was too shy and too quiet, and they needed someone that was more outgoing. Jungkook wasn't that. Jungkook was insecure, shy and only felt comfortable around a few people. People like Namjoon. The antique shop was his little safe place and now Jungkook was scared that if he wasn't what Namjoon expected of him he would ruin it. 

Jungkook shuddered, arms wrapping around his own body as he tried to hide his face a little more in the cushion. But he couldn't escape this nightmare. No matter how hard he tried. 

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Even Jimin’s warning hadn’t prepared him for what it would be like to watch Jungkook struggle. During the day he had wondered why Jungkook even needed a guardian (not every person had one because not everyone needed one and Jungkook had been his easiest protectee ever) - until now. 

It was obvious that the younger was hurting, way beyond physical limits and that he was lost in his own head. Yoongi had tried to talk to him but Jungkook had kept whimpering, trying to outrun whatever his mind made him see while only tingling himself in the bedsheets. Yoongi quickly went to action, carefully detangling the younger’s legs from the sheets again and then he took it a step further and set down on the bed. 

“Jungkook.” He whispered, not into the younger’s mind but very much audible. “It’s all good, my sweet boy, you’re not alone. You can’t be hurt with me watching over you. You are safe. You are totally, perfectly safe.” He reached out for Jungkook’s face and then accidentally flinched back when his fingers touched soft skin. The younger looked so beautiful as he was lying there, breath finally calming down. He was like a perfect porcelain doll ad even more precious.

Jungkook instinctively leaned into whomever or whatever it was. His subconsciousness didn’t care much more than about the fact that it did help and calm his racing heart. He whimpered quietly, inching closer to his angel without noticing. It felt a little safer there, more warm, as if someone was embracing him and keeping him from harm.

When Jungkook held onto him Yoongi couldn’t just dematerialize again even though his instinct told him to spread his wings over them and shield the boy from each and every harm. Instead he did the next best thing; he took the blanket and draped it back over Jungkook - and himself as he was lying so close. It made their embrace feel even more intimate and warmer. Jungkook mumbled something, cuddling into Yoongi’s soft sweater deep in his sleep thinking that it was just another cushion. He had stopped running and the cold was slowly turning into something warmer. He wasn’t freezing anymore. With a sigh, Jungkook fell a little deeper into his dream world. 

Yoongi kept on whispering sweet reassurances and as Jungkook was finally calm enough to let his subconsciousness hear them he relaxed more and more until he breath was deep and regular, just like it should be. Normally his deed would be done but Yoongi stayed where he was, just to make sure… 

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On the other side of town, Jimin had followed Namjoon all morning and it was surprisingly calm. No major accidents, most of them the angel had prevented from happening. Namjoon was in a good mood, that was for sure.

Jimin sat on the counter of the antique shop, bopping his head to the tune of Namjoon whistling as he observed him closely as the time passed, and the human just went after his day. He was selling a few items, bringing coffee to customers in between and calling buyers and sellers from all over the world. Honestly, for a moment Jimin had thought, Namjoon had forgotten about the coffee date just as much as he had promised Yoongi to forget about it himself – but apparently that wasn’t the case. 

He realized it a little too late, when Namjoon turned the lock on the shop’s door, stealing glances at the watch every five minutes. The angel gulped against the lump in his throat and bit down own his bottom lip. He was about to break Namjoon’s heart and watch it happen at the same time. 

Maybe Namjoon would get mad? Disappointed? This was torture and Jimin wasn’t sure if he could bare it. He didn’t want to be the one hurting Namjoon and then having to calm him at the same time, knowing it was him who caused the pain in the first place. He was just hoping Namjoon would take it better than he would have in his position. So, he followed him outside and around the corner where they would potentially meet, watching him nervously.

Namjoon waited as he couldn't really do anything else. At first he told himself that he had just been a little early so of course Jimin wasn’t there yet. Then, when it was clear that Jimin wasn’t on time he thought about if maybe he remembered wrongly, so he took out the paper in his pocket where he had scribbled the time on right after Jimin had told him. It wasn’t a mistake. He knew that this was the time that Jimin had told him. He swallowed, his throat feeling a little too tight. Maybe Jimin was just a little late or... maybe he had written down the wrong time himself. Or he had mixed something up. Maybe he couldn’t get away from work or maybe he had an issue win his family. Of course, a family problem would beat meeting a random stranger who was too stupid to watch out for traffic. He would have chosen the same way if he was in Jimin’s place. He know that overthinking didn't help and that Jimin might simply have changed his mind, but he didn’t go yet, he tried to delay the humiliation when he would have to admit to himself that Jimin wouldn’t come. He tore his gaze away from the street, looking at the little bit of green that was growing on the sidewalk instead. He smiled because if you smiled for long enough and looked happy apparently you would feel happy as well. And he needed that because right now he was hurting.

The angel hated this. 

He could feel his angel senses tingling, the ones who told him that the human in front of him was hurting and that he should do something about it. But what? If he did, Yoongi would definitely be mad at him. But what if he wouldn't even find out? Jimin hummed in thought, walking back and forth nervously while Namjoon was staring ahead, trying to spot Jimin in the distance. Yoongi couldn’t find out if this was just a one-time thing right? Maybe in his human form, Jimin could tell Namjoon to get help, to find someone who would organize his life for him, and this was clearly an emergency. Namjoon didn’t listen to him in his angel form - he had no choice if he wanted to help the human. This was for the better, no matter if he would break rules or not. Because he would do it for Namjoon. He didn’t want to break his heart, not yet - he could still let down Namjoon... slowly…. later. Jimin wasn’t sure how, yet but he was certain to come up with something. The angel gazed up at Namjoon and his heart began to ache for him, before he turned around and walked passed him. 

Jimin didn’t notice the small feather falling from his wings. His heart was pumping so fast and loudly in his chest, so he didn't notice it coming loose as he materialized right behind Namjoon. Just a few steps away, as the feather slowly descended to the ground. 

“H-hey,” Jimin said a little breathless, “I’m sorry I’m late. It’s kind of a stupid habit of mine.” His hands were shaking, nonetheless he crossed two fingers, hoping that Yoongi was just busy with Jungkook this evening and wouldn’t snoop around to see if he kept his promises. 

“Oh! Hey,” Namjoon had been so concentrated on the main street at the front of the shop that he had totally missed Jimin coming from somewhere else. He chuckled about his own thought. There he was, thinking about a million reasons why Jimin wouldn’t come - and then he showed up, looking slightly guilty but he was there and Namjoon could have kissed him for that. Metaphorically speaking… more or less. 

“Ah, it’s okay. I was worried you couldn’t come and didn’t have a way to contact me because we totally forgot to exchange numbers. We still could if you want. Or.. we can go for that coffee or snack or whatever you picked and then you can decide afterwards.” He winked at him although there was a hint of truth in it. He didn’t want to force Jimin into something he didn’t want just because the other had been kind enough to save his ass.

Jimin sighed in the back of his mind. Of course, Namjoon wanted his phone number. But all it would take for the human to see or talk to him was simply to call out his name and Jimin would appear. Nonetheless, the angel couldn’t help but blush. Namjoon seemed nervous and it appeared that he wanted to get to know Jimin. This was literally what Yoongi warned him about, but Jimin ignored the signs. All of them. Very effectively. Because it felt too good, like warmth spreading in his heart making him feel featherlight. 

“Well, then let’s get something to eat. I’ve been working all day and I need some food.” Jimin smiled, ignoring the phone number question for now and pointed down the road, “I heard there’s a good italian restaurant right there...somewhere…” Jimin had no clue if it was good or not, but he knew Jungkook liked to get pizza from there and it always smelled delicious whenever he brought it home. 

Jimin told himself it would be fine. As long as he wouldn’t lie and keep protecting Namjoon, then he was fine. There was nothing he should be worried about. This was just part of his plan, after all - even if Yoongi didn’t agree. 

He was still nervous. Unlike Yoongi, Jimin wasn’t used to his human form and to people seeing him. So, he startled when the waiter asked them for their reservation, glad when Namjoon took over and made sure they would get a table, while he let his gaze wander around the restaurant. “I didn’t know this was so fancy,” Jimin whispered and stayed close to Namjoon. “A friend of mine orders here all the time so I thought...I don’t know.” How the heavens should he know where humans like to eat? As an angel he had no appetite and he needed different sources to refill his energy levels. Even if he enjoyed a good pizza from time to time. Human life was just so different. Yoongi liked it way more than him and Jimin usually had reprimanded him about disappearing to earth. But now Jimin couldn’t deny it felt exciting. As an angel you had a lot of rules to follow, but if you were in your human form, you could bend those a little. As long as you didn’t get caught, you would be fine, at least that was what Yoongi always told him. 

Jimin’s gaze stopped on a little child, not older than four or five maybe. The little girl giggled, waving towards him and Jimin winked at her, noticing how her little eyes were shining when she saw his gleaming aura around him. Kids were still innocent enough to see his real form, no matter if he was human or not. She couldn’t see his wings right now, but Jimin was glowing for her. Passing their table, the girl pulled at her mother’s sweatshirt and pointed at Jimin excitingly. 

“Mommy, look! It’s a fairy!” The woman looked up at Jimin, smiling apologetically as she pushed her daughters arm down, probably feeling embarrassed by her pointing at him but Jimin didn’t mind. He liked fairies.  

Namjoon had heard it too and tried to hide his amused smile. He could easily see why the little girl would think of Jimin as a fairy or elf or otherwise magical creature. The younger was still wearing all white, and not even a creamy white or different shades of it, it was the purest kind of white, like you would use in movies to underline that a character was flawless and ethereal. Namjoon wondered if Jimin was going for that certain look or if something entirely else was behind the way he was dressing. “Is white your favorite color? Or are your all white outfits something like a religious statement?” He asked him straight away.

“Huh?“ Jimin looked down on his outfit and then smiled. “Ah, I guess you could say it’s my favorite color. I think it looks good on me.” He sat down at the table and took the menu from the waiter, just to put it aside again. Jimin already knew what he wanted. “So, tell me about yourself…” He asked right back and leaned his chin onto his hand, ready to listen to him all night. 

“It does,” Namjoon nodded, agreeing easily while keeping from him that he thought Jimin would probably look great in every color possible. Even mustard or neon lime. He was about to joke that Jimin needed a good washing machine to keep his white clothes so pristine when Jimin beat him to it and asked a typical date question. Namjoon smirked and leaned back, Jimin’s approach too obvious to make him shy. “Why, what do you want to know? Favourite color? Favourite book? What I think about eating dinner with fairies?” 

The angel giggled, “Yeah, all of that, please. I heard you have an antique shop. How did you get into that business and…do you always accuse strangers to be your stalkers and run over streets without looking?” Jimin raised a finger, smiling brightly, “And of course, most important, what do you think about eating dinner with magical creatures…” He had to bite his lip to keep from giggling. Namjoon had no clue that he was one. That he was having dinner with his guardian angel. This could definitely be the title of a sweet rom-com movie: Dinner with an angel. The image of Yoongi plopping into his mind let him stop though. He needed to concentrate. He was here to help Namjoon, not to flirt with him right? It was just a nice evening out and in the end, he would tell him that they won’t see each other again. That would be easy, right? Humans did it all the time. 

“The shop?” He was a bit embarrassed to admit it but he had actually never planned to own an antique shop. It had just happened in a way. “It was totally by chance. I always wanted to make music but you can’t really make a living with it or pay rent if you aren’t famous or have the right connections, so I had a few random jobs. I found this old antique shop about five years ago, it was a little more dusty, looked a little more lost. The previous owner couldn’t take care of the shop any longer as his health was’t the best any longer, he was old and looked even older. He told me that he had traveled a lot in his youth and had actually started this shop with selling souvenirs from his travels, only later getting into antiques. I really loved the shop despite his run down state so I was really sad when it was supposed to be sold and the owner told me that if I really felt that deeply about it then he would rent it to me. Because he knew I couldn’t pay it by far though he said it was rather about knowing that his shop was in good hands than about the money. He had enough of it and too little time to spend it now. When he died he gave everything to his distant relatives or charity - except for the shop. He gave it to me, just like that. For keeping the tradition alive. I won’t lie it was a rough start because I had no idea how to run a shop. And it won’t get me rich but I still like it. A lot.”

“That is such a sweet story,” Jimin couldn’t tear his gaze off Namjoon. The more he was talking, the more Jimin wanted to know. It only broke off when the waiter came with their food and the angel thanked him sweetly, before turning back to the human. “You don’t have to be rich to be happy anyways.” Jimin added to his statement and reached for a piece of his pizza, blowing some air to cool it. “Did you have the idea to put in a coffee shop there as well? A friend of mine…ehm, he always gets coffee from you.” Jimin quickly completed the story. Namjoon didn’t know that he had been with him in the shop all day long. 

“That is true.” Namjoon poked into the cheese crust of his noodles. “The coffee machine initially wasn't for the customers but for me. I stayed in the shop during lunch break, so I figured why not stay open when I’m there anyway. However, I still  needed my coffee so I bought the machine as I couldn't just go to the next coffee shop and leave the shop and customers alone. I was asked how much the coffee cost in here pretty much right away after I put it here and after denying over and over again I eventually gave in and started to sell coffee. And then bought a better machine and more coffee to choose from. So again, just like with the shop itself it just .. happened somehow.” 

“Is that why you have been so stressed that morning?” Jimin asked and munched on his pizza, humming at the wonderful taste. “Or is this a default mode of yours?” He chuckled, “I mean…the not looking and doing ten tasks at the same time-thing?”

Namjoon blushed and tried to hide it behind a napkin as he wiped his mouth. “No that’s... I’m actually a little bit disorganized. It’s not.. bad, really. I just get overly focused sometimes and then I literally forget everything else around me. Including cars, even though I know that’s absolutely dangerous.”

“Hm,” Jimin pursed his lips as he thought for a moment. “Why don’t you let someone help you then? Help you organize? Or at least get you a bit of free time so you can do it? Or is it that much you don’t know where to start?” When he realized he was firing question after question probably backing Namjoon up against a wall, Jimin smiled shyly. “I’m sorry. Another habit of mine,” He explained, “My job is to kind of help organize people’s life…like a personal assistant of some sorts. You ever thought about getting one?” Taking another bite from his pizza the angel added with a full mouth, “I could help you find someone.”

“Wait, what?” Namjoon placed the fork down, staring at Jimin. Of course, he had thought about getting some help but there were so many different reason why he shouldn’t (the salary he was supposed to get from somewhere to pay his new employee, the trust he was supposed to give to that person, the control he might need to share…). He liked Jimin though. And the younger looked like he was fearless enough to dive right into it. It also was the perfect reason to keep him around and would make sure that he could see him again. “Do you have a job right now? Are you maybe looking for one?” He hurriedly asked him as if someone could snatch Jimin away from him.

“I could ask a friends agency and find you the right person,” Jimin was glad that he was in his human form right now. Lying seemed a little easier like this. He couldn’t contain his excitement though. Namjoon looked like he was considering a life coach. So, the angel could leave him some notes where to look and – boom – his life would be much easier and Namjoon wouldn’t be any danger for himself or others anymore. Jimin couldn’t wait to rub it in Yoongi’s face that his plan had worked after all. 

“I could call them tomorrow morning and then I would tell you if….wait what?” The angels eye widened, his heart skipping a beat when he realized that Namjoon had gotten him wrong. “Me? Y-you want me to take care of your life?” Jimin asked astonished, hands shaking, and voice pitched a little higher. If Yoongi would see him now, he’d be only a pile of feathers. “I can be kind of harsh though. Trust me…you don’t want me as your personal assistant. I would only make you hate me because I’d probably structure your whole life differently,” Jimin shook his head and waved Namjoon off. “I’m not sure if that is what you need.” He laughed nervously.

“I absolutely doubt that there is something you could do that would make me hate you. Except maybe lighting my shop on fire but that's not really in your job description. Yes, I’d really like to have you as my assistant - if you want to of course. If you are used to having to handle other people’s messes it explains why you were so quick with saving me. It was probably muscle memory from all the times you saved other people’s asses, is that right?” He was joking his nervousness away that was threatening to flip his stomach over. Would Jimin say yes?

“I mean, yeah kind of and…” Jimin took a deep breath, sorting out his thoughts for a moment. His mouth stood open and he gaped like a fish, trying to come up with a quick decision. Yoongi would say no. He would scream at him not to do it. That it would be risky and not even a difficult client like Namjoon was worth bending the rules for. But it was Jimin’s human now. And maybe…if he only did this for a week , for as long as their change lasted, then he could show Namjoon everything he needed to know.

“Okay, I will do this but only under one circumstance. You will follow my rules and I will still search for someone else to help you in the long run, okay?” Jimin raised his eyebrow at the human, “But I guess I can give it a try.” Smiling at Namjoon, he ignored every bit of his angel instinct right now. “How hard can it be to take care of you?”

“Deal!” Namjoon reached out for Jimin’s hand and shook it before the other could change his mind. He laughed at Jimin’s comment. “Oh, you’ll see. I might be a real challenge for you,” With a wink he turned his attention back to his noodles with a light heart and a fluttering feeling in his stomach

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It was a beautiful morning with the sun shining bright, the sky a clear blue and the birds were singing their morning songs. But he didn’t care. Jimin licked over his lip as he stared at the small alarm clock right next to Namjoon’s bed. The human was still asleep, looking awfully cute with his pursed lips and sleepy mumble. A wicked smile pulled at Jimin’s lips, when the clock hit 6am in the morning and the angel disappeared.

He landed safely right in front of Namjoon’s doorstep again, dusting off a bit off the glitter from his shoulder. Reaching for his bag, Jimin straightened up again and then knocked on the door. Once. Twice. And then a little rougher the third time. “Good Morning!”

Namjoon startled, waking with a confused expression and furrowed brows. It had taken him a while to differentiate between dream and reality and get that the knocking was actually there and definitely meant for him though even awake he had no idea who would want anything from him tat early in the morning. Maybe it was the neighbours and their cat had stolen from his clothes line again? With messy hair and still in his pajamas he opened the door, expected lots of things - not Jimin though. The younger looked totally cheerful and awfully awake and Namjoon sincerely envied him. Then it clicked what he was here for and that Namjoon was still in his pajamas and a sleepy mess and he mumbled an apology while trying to hide his blush.

Jimin couldn’t help but ooze over Namjoon’s naked chest one more time. He had seen it last night, when the human went to bed and still he had drooled over him – again and again. For heaven's sake, how could someone look so good and they just gotten out of bed. 

“Koalas? I like koalas.” Jimin pointed at the cute animals printed all over his pants, scrunching up his nose. “Ah, don’t worry about.” The angel blinded Namjoon with his smile, happy when the human finally made enough room for him to enter. It was hard to pretend that he didn’t know Namjoon’s apartment inside out already, so Jimin quickly accessed the situation, letting out a hum here and there as if he hadn’t made a whole plan on how to organize his life hours ago. When Namjoon shuffled behind him, Jimin reached into his bag and then took out a to-go cup filled with some green juice. 

“Drink this, please.” When Namjoon didn’t take the cup but rather eyed it carefully, Jimin sighed. “It’s really sweet, believe me. It’s just good. You might lack a lot of vitamins…and it will help with the tiredness. My rules remember?” He tipped the underside of the cup, making Namjoon drink up, “Trust me and in a couple of days you will see the change if not…you can just fire me. I won’t be mad then. So…,” He clapped into his hands and then looked at the clock. “Waking up at 6 am, 6:15 am you take in your vitamin shot and take a shower. 6:30 am, You are allowed your first coffee and have enough time to read over the newspaper, eat some breakfast if you like, freshen up and then you’re out of the house at 7:25 am. How does that sound?” Jimin began to gather the papers on Namjoon’s desk, piling them up so he could organize them later. “I will keep around you for the most time and try and see what I need to do. You’re free to tell me what I need to help you with, it can be about laundry, preparing your food, bills or…for example this?” He pointed at the papers, “I will organize them all for you while you do your work…and then tonight we talk about your evening routine. Oh and…no more coffee after 4pm.” 

Namjoon blinked owlishly. Of course, he has known that Jimin would set up some rules, especially after the boy had emphasized that Namjoon was supposed to follow them what he hadn't expected though was that he would get time frames when to do what and when to be finished. The juice hadn't been that bad so he could live with that but there was something he couldn't stomach, “Fifteen minutes for a shower? How am I supposed to do that? You can bet if I hurry then I slip in the shower or accidentally rip my pants trying to change or use shampoo for lotion. Is there room for arguing?" He was only half joking. He knew he got worse under pressure.

“What are you doing while showering that takes more than fift-...,” Jimin broke off, a certain image on his mind on what Namjoon’s ‘morning activities’ under a shower could mean. “Eh...well, yeah of course it’s arguable. I planned enough time and if you ever need something else or want to do it differently we can talk about it. This is just how I would plan your schedule, so you don’t have to stress anymore,” Jimin tried to turn the conversation away from the shower, the image too vividly in his head and Namjoon was still without a shirt and his honey sun-kissed skin inviting him in. 

“And if you need any help just call out for me,” Jimin’s eyes widened, “Not for in the shower I mean...in general. Anything...I guess. Ehm…if you need time for yourself there that’s fine, too...I...” Jimin blushed, cheeks on flame as he averted his gaze and turned around to point somewhere else. “Is that the kitchen?” His voice sounded a little too high pitched, “I’ll make us coffee…”

Namjoon smiled brightly at Jimin’s cuteness. He refrained from teasing Jimin about accidentally offering shower help because the younger was very obviously shy about it and their friendship too fresh. He followed Jimin into the kitchen watching as the younger prepared the coffee as if he had done it a hundred times. He didn’t even ask where everything was, reaching out for it with confidence. When you helped people like this regularly you probably knew every coffee brand and machine and knew how to handle them in your sleep no matter which kitchen you were in. “So, does that mean you’ll be here every morning now? Or do I have to print the timetable and then just built the self-discipline to not cheat on it?”

Jimin avoided Namjoon’s gaze, still feeling too flustered. He was as pure as an angel could be. He had never even been kissed, except for the occasional cheek kiss from Yoongi. No one had ever held his hand intimately, except for Yoongi who liked to hold his hand while arguing with him. He never understood why, but he had just accepted the soft skinship. Apparently Yoongi needed it. 

“We can do it however you prefer, though it's easier when I'm here especially in the beginning.” Jimin answered and got out two cups of coffee, preparing it exactly like Namjoon liked it. With just a bit of milk and half a teaspoon of sugar. “You can’t cheat yourself out of it anyways... I’m pretty good at catching up on people’s lies.” Jimin winked. He would be there with Namjoon anyways everyday - invisible or not. Although, he preferred to be able to look in his eyes and know he would gaze right back at him with that beautiful smile on his lips that showed his dimples. Looking over to the clock on the wall, Jimin cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to start? Your coffee will be done when you’re out of the shower.”

Namjoon felt strangely emotional; he was thankful that Jimin was taking care of him, embarrassed that he even needed to in the first place, anxious about if he could pull this off without annoying the other, hopeful that he might change his life now as he had planned to do so many times before... in the end he bit his lip and carefully asked, “We still haven’t properly discussed your payment. I need to now how long I can afford you to know how quickly I need to do this on my own again.”

“My what?” Jimin shook his head with a soft smile, “No, no…there’s no need to pay me. I told you I will help you until we find someone else…then you can pay that human.” Leaning against the kitchen counter, Jimin watched the coffee drop into the can slowly filling up. “It’ll be enough payment to know you are able to be more aware of everything around you. And if me helping you organize and declutter your life is what it takes, then that’s nothing you need to pay me for.” With a shy smile, he turned to look at him and added, “Also I just like to see you smile. So, I take this as a payment, please.”

Namjoon was offended that Jimin thought that he would let him work without payment, “No way! You come here in the early morning and are practically my personal babysitter and you think I would agree to let you work for free? Absolutely not! I refuse to listen to any of your suggestions before we settled on a salary.” He didn’t have that much money, but he had his pride, “And don’t even try to suggest something silly like one coin a day.”

“Okay, then two!” Jimin laughed and then pushed Namjoon lightly, ignoring how soft his skin felt under his hands and rather concentrated on getting the human ready for his day. “Finally get under the shower, please. I need you to be ready soon!” Jimin opened the door to the bathroom with a slight bow, “Have fun with whatever you’re doing in there.”

“This conversation isn’t over yet!” If he hadn’t been on the clock (not only Jimin’s but also the one that told him that he would be late if he didn't start moving soon then he wouldn’t have let the younger change topic. However, it would give him time to do some research on what personal life managers cost so that he knew what he should pay him. He wouldn't let Jimin get out of this unpaid. He actually didn’t understand why the younger didn’t want to. He surely needed money, he didn't act like some spoilt rich person’s son - and he was too young to have gathered a fortune himself, wasn’t he? He decided to ask a few careful question to find out more about Jimin's background - and Jimin in general of course. The youngers boldness when sending him off to shower surprised him and he chuckled. “Why, what do you think I’m doing? I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mind. Or is this why you’re wearing all white, to look all pure and counterbalance your mind?”

“I don’t…I mean…I,” Jimin groaned and pushed Namjoon into the bathroom to avoid more questions and his obvious amusement about this. Jimin didn’t need him to know about how innocent he really was. “Coffee is ready in five!” He yelled and turned around, mumbling to himself to calm his rapid heartbeat.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Following Namjoon around as a human was way more comfortable than he would have thought. And protecting him like this was easier, because Namjoon was hearing him loud and clear and couldn’t possibly ignore his voice. So, when Namjoon didn’t look left and right before crossing a street, Jimin slightly pulled him back by his shirt and raised his eyebrow, nodding over to a few children on their way to school. 

“You don’t want to be a bad role model do you?” Was all he said to him, before they went ahead after making sure there was no car rushing towards them. The angel didn’t know why the others always made such a fuss about being in human form and were so strict about it all. It was fun, he was allowed to sin a little without any consequences and he could protect his stubborn protectee. Why not more angels used this to their advantages for humans that had a habit of not listening was a mystery to him.

He smiled deep in his thought, watching Namjoon fiddling around in his bag, trying to reach for his keys when they slipped right out of his hands again. Luckily, Jimin was fast enough to catch them right before they could fall into the gutter beneath. He gave them back to Namjoon without really acknowledging it. “I like your shop already,” Jimin smiled and peeked in through the windows, pretending as if he hadn’t seen it all already. 

It was surprisingly nice to be accompanied by Jimin. Namjoon had feared that it might be awkward or stiff or that he felt watched or controlled knowing that Jimin was looking out for him. However just the other’s presence kept him more ‘conscious’ of his surroundings. When he was alone he easily slip into his mind, thinking about the day or his plans or what he wanted to eat for lunch - which Jimin by his side he rather wanted to talk with him or just observe him, the same way Jimin was observing him. And he also didn’t feel half as lonely.

Being a human in Namjoon’s shop was even better, because now Jimin could touch antiques, could ask the other about them and let him explain every little detail about their story. Jimin loved it how involved Namjoon was with his objects. As if every little thing meant the world to him – which it probably did. It was still fascinating to him how clean and organized Namjoon’s shop was and how it stood in contrast to his personal life and apartment. Jimin sighed and then turned towards Namjoon’s office at the back of the shop. There it wasn’t as organized as he hoped it would be. 

“Where do I start?” Jimin mumbled to himself and began his work, while leaving the door open. Namjoon was perfectly in view for him to see, so he could keep an eye on him. Who knew when would be the next time Namjoon would drop something.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“You seem so relaxed today, Mr. Kim,” An older lady said and reached for the coffee Namjoon had just prepared for her at the counter. “A little healthier.” She smiled up at the taller man, leaning in a little closer, “Whatever you did today, keep doing that. It seems to be good for you.”

“What was that about?” Jungkook furrowed his brows and came around the counter. “Did you get a haircut, or did you just sleep better? Was she trying to flirt with you?” The younger giggled as he shrugged out of his jacket and put on his little apron.

“That’s.. uh that’ was nothing. Just Mrs. Kim being friendly.” He didn’t want to tell Jungkook that Jimin was helping him right away. He didn’t want to spoil or ruin it because what if it didn’t work out as planned? Or what if he couldn't answer Kook’s questions or would get embarrassed, stuttering something that would only make it worse. Jungkook was still a very new addition to his shop and he needed to get used to someone talking to him differently than in a customer/seller relationship. On the other hand it would be pretty hard to hide it considering that Jimin was literally behind them working and Jungkook wasn’t stupid so he would find out so what - or rather who - helped him figure things out therefore having him look more relaxed.

Jimin had been working all morning, going through almost half of Namjoon’s bills and documents. It wasn’t too badly organized. As it seemed, Namjoon had once tried to keep a track on everything and then literally lost control. But at least you could see the desk now again and it wasn’t hiding under a pile of papers and trash. Maybe Namjoon could finally get some work done in his actual office for once again. Jimin looked proudly at his result, nodding with a satisfied hum.

Meanwhile Jungkook was sitting at the corner of the coffee shop, tongue out in concentration as he cleaned up a dainty little brooch. The younger loved his job already. It was calm and quiet, and he could sit in his favorite chair in the corner by the bookshelf while working, because Namjoon didn’t mind as long as his task was done. Pulling his knees in, Jungkook held up the brooch to make sure that he was getting every spot, not noticing how a certain guardian was observing him just as closely.

“Joon,” Jimin’s voice came up from behind him and Namjoon instantly turned around to him. “Could you maybe…” The angels voice dropped and so did almost the box that he was carrying that was filled to the brim with old papers inside.

Jimin had completely forgotten about Jungkook…and Yoongi. 

Yoongi was standing behind the chair that Jungkook sat in, leaning onto the backrest and watching intently as Jungkook did his work with patience and concentration. When Jimin came into the room he turned, looking at him with a deadpan stare that basically spelled out ‘Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? How stupid do you think I am?’ before pointedly looking at the box and papers in Jimin’s arms. When he spoke his voice sounded calm but there was an underlying tension in it. 

“Do you mind explaining what exactly you are doing here, sweetheart?”

Yoongi had been looking at the younger in front of him as If he was staring at art in a museum – that was until he turned around and saw Jimin. Who wasn’t invisible like him, but very much just in reach for Namjoon to touch. Jimin flinched, when Namjoon did exactly that and reached for his arm in worry but Jimin quickly blinded him with a smile. Ignoring Yoongi completely, Jimin pointed towards the office. “It’s halfway done but…ehm I need some more supplies from the shop. I need a few more binders and…you can get them tomorrow or whenever…I don’t care.” He gave Namjoon a list and then nodded at the box in his hands, voice tumbling over, “I’ll throw these out into the containers. I’ll be right back.” His smile wavered nervously, glancing over to Yoongi, mouthing a quick ‘I can explain’ before he turned around.

Jimin hurried down the small hallway that lead towards the back door, holding onto the box so tightly that it turned his knuckles white. But he didn’t even make it further, because Yoongi was leaning against the door already, raised eyebrow and all, looking Jimin up and down. 

“It’s not what it looks like, Yoongi!” Jimin whispered, nervously peeking over his shoulder to Namjoon and back. “I told you I have a plan! You don’t have to worry about me. I have it under control…,” The angel wasn’t even giving Yoongi a chance to scold him first. “It’s just for a couple of days…”

“You can be lucky that you’re in human form cause you would have lost a lot of feathers for that. Three lies at least and all with a straight face. You’re getting better Jimin. Who knew that our innocent little angel from heaven could act so selfishly and risk so much just for hanging out with that cute human. If I had known Namjoon was your type I would have warned you. So, tell me then, what’s your plan? You going to seduce him, see what it feels like to touch a human and be touched by them in return? Is that what you’re looking for? If yes you could have told me, there’s a much easier way to do that.” Yoongi’s words were sharp, the disappointment clear on his face. Not because of what Jimin might or might not want - but because he was so blatantly lying to him.

“What? I'm not...that's not why I'm doing this,“ Jimin blushed like crazy, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of red paint over him. “It's just...Yoongi, please. He told me he needed help and if his life and surroundings would just be a little more organized then he could improve so much. Be a little more self-aware because he got the time for himself then!“ Jimin adjusted the hold around the box again as it was getting heavier, “What is the worst that can happen anyways?“”

Yoongi huffed. ”You are a guardian angel, Jimin! Not a housekeeper! You are not supposed to even talk to Namjoon let alone accompany trough his day and take care of his mess. He will depend on you! On someone that’s not human and doesn’t even have the basic requirements to be human. You don’t have parents. You won’t run out of time. You don’t need money or fear human illnesses - sooner or later you will mess something up and if Namjoon finds out you’re an angel it might completely fuck him up. you never know how humans react. Some literally go crazy over seeing us. Others think it’s their duty to spread that knowledge and might end up in a psych ward. This is all something that could happen to Namjoon. Just because you want to be ‘nice’ and help him. It doesn’t work like that, Minnie. You know that.”

Jimin's eyes filled with tears, biting onto his lip hard while he tried to come up with something he could say but there was nothing. Yoongi was right. Maybe he had run into his headfirst, his heart deciding over his good conscience. He had messed up. “B-but he counts on me now.“ Jimin gulped, his voice barely a whisper. “I'll make it right, I promise. I will.“ Jimin was shaking, eyes avoiding Yoongi's hard stare. “Namjoon will be fine, please trust me. Nothing will happen.“

Yoongi sighed deeply. His voice was soft when he answered, heart aching because he could feel the younger hurting. “You don’t know that Jimin. Namjoon only has one lifetime. You better make sure it’s a happy one. And please remind yourself that we just switched for a little while. You will have to go back to our own protectee eventually.” He didn’t like that thought ever as Jungkook was like the perfect human to watch - but rules where rules and if anyone would find out that they were guarding the ‘wrong’ person each then they would be in a lot of trouble. 

All of them.

“I won’t let anything happen to him and I know. I know I have to get back to Jungkook eventually...I…,” Jimin sighed, “Let me handle this, okay? I will be back at night in heaven and then we can talk okay? We can figure this out?” The last sentence was more of a question, silently asking for Yoongi’s help in this. “I do like Namjoon.” Jimin looked over his shoulder, “As a friend, I mean. He’s kind. And yes, he’s cute, too. Apropos cute...how is Jungkook doing? Did he have nightmares, yet? Did you talk to him then? You know reading him a story does help a lot.” Jimin tried to change topics quickly. But Yoongi couldn’t answer because they were interrupted by a voice. 

“Jimin?” Namjoon stuck his head out the door and looked at them, only seeing Jimin of course. With furrowed brows he looked at Jimin’s hands where there was no phone or radio or anything else that would have explained the talking. “Who are you talking to?” He had worried a little when Jimin hadn’t showed up and so he had gone and looked for him. “Jungkook is going to get us lunch. Do you want something?” With a glimmer and a silent flap of his wings Yoongi was gone, ready to guard Jungkook on his way.

Jimin didn’t look at him, trying to blink away the tears and instead finally dumped the papers into the container. “Ehm...myself, I tend to do that sometimes.” He chuckled nervously, wiping his dirty hands off on his jeans and then turned to Namjoon. “Don’t you do that, too? Am I the only person who does that?” Jimin faked another laugh and pushed Namjoon inside again. “I don’t need anything. I’m fine.” 

Jimin peeked over his shoulder once more, trying to see if Yoongi was still there but the guardian had effectively ignored his questions and went after the young boy. Guilt was lying heavy on his mind and heart now and Jimin felt awful. He had lied so easily to Yoongi as if it meant nothing. Usually he was the more pure angel, the one who never lied or had been selfish. How could one human turn his morals completely upside down like that. Jimin hadn’t considered any consequences. He just wanted to help the human with the kind eyes and smile. But now he felt lost, not sure on how to make it out of this mess. Maybe tonight, when he’s gotten some rest up on his cloud with Yoongi, maybe then it would be alright again and he’d find a solution. As long as it didn’t involve hurting Namjoon. With a storm of thoughts in his mind, Jimin had retreated into the shop’s office again, watching over his human from afar and yet, it was a way of hiding a little, to get some more time for himself and think about what Yoongi had said and still keep his promise.

It was the longest day he ever remembered, even if time didn’t exist for him.

“Do I really not know you?” Jungkook pointed at Jimin and rubbed his chin in thought with the other, while Namjoon was busy locking up the shop that evening. “I feel like I’ve seen you around...are you sure we never met?” 

Jimin’s eyes fell onto Yoongi, who gave him the ‘don’t make it more complicated’ - look but the angel just shook his head as an answer. “No, my face is pretty ordinary, maybe you only think that you did but it wasn’t really me.” He waved the younger goodbye, eyes flickering over to Yoongi who gave him another warning glance. 

Jimin still felt awful, nonetheless he reached out for Namjoon on their way home, pulling him closer instinctively, when he almost bumped into a lamppost while being busy on his phone and switched sides with him a few minutes later, when the human tripped and lost his balance, barely keeping him from tumbling onto the street (again). He sighed in relief, when they finally made it home to his apartment. 

With a pleased sigh Namjoon put his phone aside and sat down on the couch. “What a productive day! Arrived on time, I didn’t miss anything, I didn’t have to waste time searching for something that was right under my nose, there are no scratches or bruises from running into stuff at the shop - I’d say your service is A plus!” He smiled but Jimin didn’t return it the same way he always had before. He looked tired and Namjoon was flooded with guilt. Of course, Jimin was tired - his day had only worked that well because the younger had pulled all the strings in the back. And he hadn’t even had lunch. He had thought that Jimin had brought his own that's why he hadn’t said anything when Jimin had sent Jungkook away without any lunch requests but as it turned out Jimin just hadn't eaten. And now he had to face the consequences. Namjoon made a decision, nodding to himself. “As I am home now I think you’re officially released from your life manager duties. So sit down please, take a breathe, I’ll get you a nice cup of tea to destress - I got lots of those - and then I’ll cook dinner for us, okay? You need to eat lots to make up for that missed lunch.”

“But I’ve wanted to sort those papers on your table tonight,” Jimin argued and sat down, reaching for the stack with a sigh. He had wanted to tell Namjoon that he didn’t need to cook him food, especially because the angel wasn’t so sure if he could still be so fast to keep him from hurting himself. He was pretty low on energy right now.

Namjoon took the paper out of Jimin’s hand and placed them firmly palm down onto the others knees so that he couldn’t do any sorting or cleaning or rummaging through stuff. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but you really need to take care of yourself as well Jimin. I might not be the best and taking care of me but I see when something is too much for others and right now you need to stop. Work day is officially over. You’ll only annoy me if you keep on pushing now so you might as well give in and enjoy. I’ll make us some steamed vegetables, maybe some spicy potatoes and rice. All healthy and nutritious.” He smiled proudly and then hurried off into the kitchen when he was sure that Jimin wouldn’t try to sort papers again. He was glad his little speech had worked (or so he thought).

Jimin yawned again, placing the palm of his hand over his mouth as he let out a tired sound. Rubbing his eyes, he listened to the sounds of the kitchen, to Namjoon’s sweet but a little off-pitched singing and yet, returned his attention back on the many stack of papers. Namjoon’s life was what he wanted to concentrate on, because that truly was a mess and he would try to get as much done as possible before giving it over to a real human to take care of it. 

The light outside of the window had switched on and Jimin snapped around to see out of the window. Someone had just come home and Jimin smiled when they got greeted by what seemed like their love. There was a warmth spreading through him that made him feel cozy. “Isn’t that beautiful,” Jimin mumbled and made Namjoon turn around as he put plates onto the table, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose again to see. Jimin took the plates and started to arrange them halfheartedly, still making sure he had enough room to organize further. “To be greeted by the one you love. It must feel so good, don’t you think? Like a fuzzy feeling inside of your stomach?” Jimin had never experienced love, nor intimacy and still there was nothing more he yearned for. Perhaps it was why Yoongi was so protective of Jimin. 

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Namjoon placed glasses and water on the table and then cocked his head realizing a little late that Jimin’s words had sounded a little off. “You.. kinda made it sound like you never had that before?” He dared to ask, gentle and soft in case this was a vulnerable topic for Jimin.

Jimin shook his head, cheeks blushing lightly, fumbling around with the papers in his hands. “My life…it’s complicated.” He said and looked outside again, but the light was out. He brought his attention back onto the papers, glad when Namjoon didn’t poke further but understood that this probably was something Jimin didn’t want to talk about or couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

The exhaustion washed over Jimin like big waves over a shore and they were pulling him under quick. As an angel, you didn’t need food or water to survive but you needed enough energy, through rest, physical closeness or just being with other angels. Nonetheless, the human form is demanding its nutrition. And today, Jimin had none of that.

He listened carefully, hoping that Namjoon was too busy to notice that he would vanish now. He couldn’t stay any longer. He could feel his body giving up and although it was the worst timing (Jimin really wanted to spend that dinner with Namjoon), he needed to go now or else he wouldn’t make it. 

Closing his eyes, Jimin tried to concentrate. His aura wavered, wings trying to push through as he felt the realm shift around him and then he fell right back. Eyes wide and mouth opened in shock. 

Why was he still here? 

His heart began to race, and he was panting. Jimin never had any problems with changing realms or getting himself back up in heaven. But this was different. Jimin tried again, feeling breathless, holding onto the chair as he forced himself through the realm once more. But he snapped back again. Jimin could feel something ripping at him, the pain of trying to switch spheres making him drew in a quiet but painful gasp before his eyes fell shut and he sank into a deep slumber, still holding onto the last paper he wanted to sort into the folder, head on the table while a single feather descended to the floor. 

Namjoon hadn’t really taken that long to find his oven mitts and then bring the food nonetheless when he came back Jimin was out cold. 

“Jimin?” At first he thought the younger might be playing pretend because really who could fall asleep like that with his head on the hard wooden surface and no cushion (Namjoon couldn’t) but apparently Jimin had been so exhausted he had actually gone out cold the second he was letting himself relax. Namjoon groaned when he saw the paper in Jimin’s hand. 

“You little workaholic!” He murmured, taking it from the barely there grasp before placing it aside. On his way over to the table he saw a feather, white and downy and he picked it up, surprised how it could have gotten into the house. It must have been on their clothes from before. As it was pretty he placed it onto his bookshelf, securing it with a tea candle so the wind couldn’t blow it away. Then he quickly got some cushions and a blanket to make it comfortable for Jimin. If he got him from the table to the couch without the younger waking up then he wouldn’t try wake him either. Getting him home would be a problem because he had no idea where Jimin lived and he also didn’t have a car and least of all would he let Jimin try to commute home when he would probably fall asleep in the bus five minutes in and then land on the other end of town. It was safest just to let him sleep. They could have a talk about this tomorrow. Sighing, he placed his arms under Jimin’s armpits, using a grip he had learned at a first aider weekend and then hugged Jimin close to get him from here to the couch. He was a little worried that he might hurt him - or that Jimin would wake up right now, thinking Namjoon was trying to strangle him but nothing happened. The moment Jimin had the couch under him he stirred a little but that was it. 

Namjoon breathed out a sigh of relief. He made sure Jimin was comfortable before turning and taking the food back into the kitchen. He would eat there so that he wouldn't wake him up. With a last look onto the sleeping figure he switched off the light.

Jimin’s body wasn’t used to being human all day and so he had completely blacked out. He didn’t notice the blanket, nor how Namjoon was walking around him, trying to be as quiet as possible. But he noticed the warmth that embraced him the moment Namjoon hugged him close. Jimin shivered in his sleep, cheeks feverish red from the exhaustion when it was gone again. His body yearned for the physical contact, for the energy and warmth that only another human or angel could give him. He felt cold again, the further Namjoon turned away from him, falling into the pit. Jimin sunk a little deeper into the pitch black darkness of his sleep, when he turned, trying to blindly reach for the source of energy again that was here only seconds ago. But Namjoon was gone. 

With a loud thump, Jimin landed on the hard floor.  

Namjoon froze when he heard the dull sound of something falling. He had been halfway to the hallway already, trying to do his usual evening routine while not being distracted by the cute guy that was sleeping in his living room. Apparently Jimin was trying to make it difficult for him. When he turned he saw Jimin had fallen off the couch and onto the floor, lucky together with his blanket and cushion so he hadn’t hit his head. Considering that getting someone from a sitting position to lying down on the sofa wasn’t half as hard as pulling someone’s full bodyweight up onto something Namjoon had a bit of a problem now. 

He kneeled down next to Jimin shaking the younger a bit. Surely he must have woken from his fall. There was no way someone could sleep through this. “Jimin?” There was no response and he was about to think that he might to call a doctor or go through Jimin’s bag to see if he had some notification of a sickness, narcolepsy maybe when the younger reached out for him. It wasn’t a conscious reaching out, Jimin just leaned into him, curling his body towards him like a cat did with a heat source. Stunned Namjoon blinked at him.

It was all Jimin needed. He reached out for the human, placing his hand softly onto Namjoon’s arm and sighed as if it had been everything he needed. A little skin on skin was enough. Jimin mumbled sleepily, pursing his lips into a cute pout and then curled in a little more but never letting go off Namjoon’s arm. The warmth from Namjoon was seeping right through him, making his cheeks glow a little healthier and a sleepy smile form on his lips. “M-hm,” Jimin hummed, hand slipping down to Namjoon’s to hold onto him. 

“For someone who doesn’t have a lover waiting for him you sure know how to cuddle...” Namjoon whispered at him, trying to get his hand from out of Jimin’s grip but failing because Jimin didn’t really hold it but rather had snuggled up against it as if it was a cushion or a plushy he needed to sleep. Namjoon sighed. This was far from ideal. He couldn’t let Jimin sleep on the floor he himself was tired too and sitting there doing nothing wasn’t what he planned for his evening. As he had nothing to do anyway he let his gaze wander over Jimin’s sleeping form. 

He hadn’t seen the other this close before (as it would have been creepy to just come up to him like this) and he found a surprising amount of cute little details on Jimin’s face. 

His lashes were fanning out long and silky over his skin but they weren’t all black, if you looked closely there were a few lighter lashes in there and Namjoon had to suppress the urge to touch and see if they were as soft as they looked. A little lower where Jimin's cheekbones, the structure prominent even though all in all his face was on the softer side. There were a few soft freckles, faded little sun spots and Namjoon wanted to touch each of them too. He swallowed hard. Jimin was helping him with his life - he shouldn’t think about touching his face or trailing his thumb over those amazingly plush lips or... or tasting them.. abruptly Namjoon pulled his arm away from Jimin, effectively freeing himself. 

He was tired, he wasn’t thinking straight.

A/N: Yay! I hope you guys had a lovely sunday so far. What do you think of the new chapter? What happened with Jimin? Why couldn’t he change realms? Oh oh oh :DD I smell trouuuuubleeeeeeee♡♡♡

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“Good Ole Dacre Montgomery”

Warnings: language and soft smut

Thank you guys for love on my first two chapters I hope you like this one! :) Please leave comments and suggestions! :) @dreamin-of-dacre

Chapter 3:

“He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood”

Dacre and Myra made their way over to the parking lot when He led her to his white Volkswagen Jetta. “This is my ride.” He flashed a widened smile at Myra. “What do ya think?” The words flowed out in his thick australian accent.

“It’s cute, I mean it’s no 1979 Chevy Camaro, but I like it!” He erupted into a loud belly laugh,snorting and covering his mouth to laugh more. “First you offend my wig and now you offend my car, I’m hurt!” He laughed more placing his hand over his heart, opening her door and motioning her inside. “I tried to take the car home and they wouldn’t let me.” Dacre joined her inside and turned the key over starting it up. A CD that had been in the radio instantly began playing, Dr.Feelgood by Motley Crue came on over the speakers, “Motley Crue?” She glanced over at him from the corner of her eye.

“These are my ‘Billy Tunes’, they help me get into character plus you have to admit that this is a good song!” Myra nodded humming along, her family used to listen to hair bands every family road trip and this reminded her how much she missed everyone, her brother was enjoying his senior year of high school and her mom was probably still swamped at her bridal store, her dad was either still working on tearing down the old movie theater and building a new one, or they might have even already been done with that one and were on to their next project.

Dacre began drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he sang along, “Cops on the corner always ignore, somebody’s getting paid. Jimmy’s got it wired, law’s for hire got it made in the shade.” The music was cut off when we pulled into the parking lot of the small store, Dacre turned off the car, glancing out his window and then making his exit before glancing over at Myra. “We’ve got about an hour before they need us back!”

She nodded before grabbing her wallet and following him inside. A buzz came from the neon blue lights that ran across the walls of the store, the smell of fresh donuts lingered in the air, Dacre waved to the clerk, fumbling with a piece of paper behind the counter.

The floor was covered with an old worn out checkerboard pattern, and the isles were lined with snacks and microwavable meals. Dacre walked to the back corner where shampoo, conditioner and the other bathroom supplies sat displayed across a rack. He grabbed two bottles of body wash and placed them into the hand basket he had picked up when they entered the store.

Myra glanced over the selection of shampoo for before picking up a vanilla one and conditioner to match. “Out of all these selections you would pick vanilla.” He laughed, shaking his head in disappointment. “What can I say I am a vanilla kinda person.” She shrugged,laughing along with him.

Dacre grabbed a few snacks and some drinks tossing them into the basket as well, Myra picked up things to make her homemade spaghetti, her trailer had been stocked with every pot and pan known to man, next she grabbed chinese meals from the freezer section,before meeting back up with Dacre at the checkout counter. “Dacre,” The lady gave a friendly smile to the both of us, she stood about 5 feet and was about 50 years old. “It has been a while since I have seen you here, usually I see Sylvia in here picking up things for you.”

“That’s usually when I am busy,” He interjects, “I had some free time plus I wanted to show the new girl around some. Myra, this is Brooke, her and her husband own this store. They’re both absolute sweethearts.” Brooke rolled her eyes with a sweet laugh, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Myra. Good luck dealing with this one. $35.06 is your total!” Dacre quickly handed over his card before Myra was even able to open her wallet. “This one is on me!” He nudged her arm with a smile. “Thank you, I owe you!” She took her bags from Brooke, thanking her.

“When we first set up for filming Brooke brought the entire cast homemade food her husband used to be the chef but after his car accident she was left learning how to cook and she isn’t too bad if I say so myself!” He opened her door for her and motioned her in again. “M’lady!” The redness in Myra’s cheeks quickly returned, any second she would wake up from this dream, this absolutely incredible,realistic dream.

Dacre turned on the car, the music continuing to play from where it had left off. Dacre turned to face Myra, his eyes glued to her. “You’re so beautiful.” He spoke in a deep raspy voice. “I really want to kiss you again..” He leaned forward, this time Myra placing her hands on his face pulling him in closer. His tongue ran across her lower lip as her breath hitched in her throat.

Myra’s phone began ringing from her back pocket interpreting their moment, she pulled away reaching for her phone noticing that Sylvia was calling. “Hello!” She spoke in the same perky voice as usual. “Hi Sylvia!” Myra exclaimed. “We need you guys back on set! It’s starting to get dark out and they have a few scenes they wanna get done right away!” Slyvia’s cheerfulness had a way of radiating through the phone.

“We are on our way,we will be right there!” Sylvia hung up the phone, Myra pushed hers back into her pocket as Dacre drove down the road to their parking area. “You’re needed on set, Mr. Montgomery.” She chuckled,poking fun at him. “Yeah,yeah I sure! You wanna drop these things off at your trailer and meet me at the set with Slyvia? I have got to go get dressed and get all done up!” He wiggled his brows in humor.

“Yeah sounds great, what’re you guys filming tonight?” He shrugged “ I can’t tell you cause then you might not come, I can say that we are using the Camaro!” Myra’s eyes widened with excitement. “Yeah, I will be there!”

Dacre and Myra left the parking area, Dacre pulling his hood up over his head and carried their bags to the trailers. “Anytime you need to go to the store again just let me know I am happy to go with you!” Myra placed a soft kiss on his cheek before taking the bags and heading inside hers. “Thank you, I will see you soon!” He waved, closing her door and heading to the makeup and hair trailer.

Myra dropped her bags onto the counter putting the food away inside her surprisingly large fridge. Her first instinct was to run and call Paisley, but she was worried if telling her was the right idea right now. She fumbled with her phone debating it before Slyvia knocked at the door, “Myra James! Oh Myra James!” She sang from the other side of her locked door. Myra grabbed a jacket and her paperwork from earlier, “Hiya!” She stepped out, closing the door behind her.

“So the store? Did you find anything good?” Myra’s mind was far from the store, she had actually kissed Dacre Montgomery, twice. “Yeah I found stuff to make a couple meals and some shower stuff!” “Great! Well let’s get going we don’t want to miss anything.”

They drove down a back road Myra had not visited yet, they approached a large abandoned building, ‘Brimborn Steel Works’ read the fading painted letters on the side. A tow truck pulling up quickly caught Myra’s attention, on the back sat Billy Hargrove’s beautiful blue 79’ Camaro. Myra left the car and walked around the tow truck staring in awe at the vehicle. This was one of the things Myra instantly loved about season 2 and she could not wait to see it in use for season 3.

A blacked out SUV arrived with two large men exiting it, another car followed behind Mary and Jane both stepped out walking over toward Slyvia and I. “Hey ladies!” They chimed in, both smiling ear to ear. Myra waved to the two. The director arrived along with a large truck carrying a huge piece of equipment which held onto the camera they had been filming with earlier. A curly haired wig appeared out of the first vehicle that pulled up.

Dacre was dressed in a dark pair of tight fitting jeans, a worn out black leather jacket and black biker boots to match. He strutted himself over to where we had been standing. “Don’t you look snazzy!” Sylvia spoke up from beside me. Jane and Mary nodded in agreeance. “This is my date night with Karen look!” He laughed tugging at the collar of his jacket. “Well dang I’d go on a date with you if you’d dress up this nice!” Myra wiggled her brows at him laughing. “Oh you would?” He smirked before he was pulled off into another direction.

The tow truck slowly raised it’s bed as the Camaro rolled backwards to the ground. A van pulled up unloading more equipment, as the director spoke with Dacre in the road as caution tape was put on either end. Chairs were quickly sat up and Myra was drugged in their direction by Slyvia. “Let’s get seated, they're going to start soon!” Dacre walked by squeezing Myra’s knees and flashing her a smile before he entered the Camaro driving it to the end of the road. The camera raised on a large crane and panned down the long dark street, “Dacre get in place!” The director yelled into a large megaphone.

The dark blue Camaro drove down the road and parked waiting for the next command,”Action!” Myra adjusted herself in the chair as the engine roared down the street. A camera that had been hooked to the front of the car began filming Dacre as he drove down the vacant road,music echoed out of the windows. The small tablet Slyvia held in her hands showed us exactly what the camera was filming inside the car, Dacre drumming his fingers on his steering wheel, a devious smile across his face.

A low chuckle left him as he glanced into the rear view mirror, his hand reached up adjusting it in his direction. “Hey Karen,” He spoke to his reflection,he clicked his tongue against his lips, “You don’t mind if I call you Karen, do you?”

“Be ready to swerve Dacre!” The director yelled down the road, as Dacre slowed down a mechanism attached to the camera slammed against the windshield, causing Dacre to swerve into the Brimborn Steelworks building. The vehicle quickly shot in multiple directions across the dirt before coming to a stop in the bushes,”Cut.” the director yelled as Jane ran to Dacre quickly applying makeup to his face and returning back to her chair.

“Action again, second camera” The large craned camera quickly dropped down towards Dacre to show his now bloody and battered up face. “Oh no, oh no piece of shit!” He began slamming his hands against the dash and radio causing Myra to flinch, ’the poor car’ she thought to herself.

“Damn it!” Dacre swung open the door, walking to the opposite side trying to open the passenger door, before slamming his fist against the handle. “Piece of shit!” He kicked his boot into the bumper,then walked back around to the front of his car examining the now shattered windshield. “What the hell?” He spoke before shooting his attention to a screech noise that had been made across the lot.

“Who’s there?” A mixture of blood and sweat collected on his forehead. “Hey! I said who’s there?” Everyone froze as the camera moved positions and someone ran out attaching something around Dacre’s leg, the camera moved closer,Dacre began yelling as the thing that was wrapped around his ankle began pulling him in the direction of the building past the door ways and into the large room.

Dacre’s arm began flailing around reaching for something to grab onto, his screams roaring out of the building. Dacre placed himself on the stairway gripping at the rails, the look of fear plastered on his face. His grip was released from the railing as he was flung backwards onto a cushion pad awaiting him at the bottom of the stairs, his screams could still be heard outside,before the director roared “Cut” again.

Myra was left in complete shock, that was such an intense scene everyone was left speechless. Dacre emerged from the dark building with a huge smile on his face, “Well? How was it?” a large boom of clapping came from the group of people. A flood of comments came to Dacre, complimenting him and patting his back, Dacre moved through the crowd of people making his way over to the four of us sitting in the chairs. “Well I am waiting for your reply?” He wiped his forehead, glaring down at Myra.

“My reply? Hmm it was pretty good, I mean the poor car did get pretty torn up..” She returned a smirk before handing him over the towel draped over the arm of her chair. He took the towel from her grip and wiped his sweat and blood makeup off. “Well there are plenty of other cars in the lot, this wasn’t even the real one, just a fabricated one.”

“Well I am going to have to see this car lot then. You did a great job, I am sure you already know from all the great compliments you got!” She smiled as he took a seat in the empty chair next to her. “Thank you, I tried my best. It's kinda hard to hold onto step rails with smashed up fingers!” He raised his hand showing the bruised and swollen fingers Myra had given to him.

Myra placed a small kiss on Dacre’s fingers that had been moved to her face, “There you go, all better!” She gave a sweet innocent smile to him as he returned the same smile,he pushed a ringlet of curls from his sweaty face,before responding, “How about I make you dinner tonight when we are done here?”

“Yes absolutely I would love that.” Dacre laughed at her pleasure filled reaction. “Dinner at my place then and I will pick you up ma’am!” Dacre placed a hand on her thigh squeezing it before he stood up to return to the director’s side.

Myra stayed still in her chair taking in every emotion she was feeling, before it all ended with a nudge to her shoulder. “You alright Myra?” She turned to see Slyvia’s signature smile flashed in her face. “Yes I am great thank you!” her smile was so comforting it made Myra feel safe and protected. “You seem like such a sweetheart I just want you to be careful, Dacre has always been a charming and kind young man, so he catches the attention of many young women..” Her mother-like tone never skipped a beat.

The girl who was portraying Heather in season 3 arrived in another black vehicle, still dressed in her lifeguard outfit this time she had gray shorts on. Dacre changed out of his leather jacket and into a gray sleeveless shirt and clean jeans, his wig was switched out with a cleaner, less sweatier one.His face had even been cleaned up. Heather waved in Mary’s direction before she was helped into the trunk of Billy’s car while assistants helped wrap ropes around her wrist, while a sliver slice of tape was placed over her mouth. “Billy kidnapped Heather?” Myra gives Janes a confused look,Jane nods in reply. “Yes we told you it’s going to get crazy!” The trunk lid was closed and as the director chimed in again “We are going to film a short part of Billy opening the trunk to expose Heather then we will take it inside from there. Everyone ready?” Dacre nodded as the camera moved in close to him.

“Action.” Dacre’s expression instantly changed to dark and lifeless as he raised the hood to show Heather bound up inside. The camera was then turned off as the cameraman led it down into the building, Dacre helped Heather from the car before he scooped her up into his arms, the two of them sharing laughs. The tape was replaced over her mouth and the director made his way into the building, Myra felt jealous,she wanted to be held like that. The veins in his arms pulsed in the flexed position as he carried her into the empty building.

Myra’s eye quickly turned to the tablet in Slyvia’s hand, the director yelled action and they began to follow him with the camera down the entrance. A close up of Heater’s face was next shown on the tablet, she laid on her back looking around the dark room, small whimpers began to leave her. The camera then moved up to show Dacre nealed overtop of her, his expression still remaining the same.

Heather flailed her body around, before his hand gripped onto her wrists forcing her down, “Don’t be afraid he spoke as he leaned in close to her ear. The tap was removed from her mouth, Dacre returned to his feet leaving her defenseless on the ground.

A loud ear piercing scream left her as she looked over at the empty doorway,Myra was sure they would fix it with greenscreen later on. Dacre stood at attention, his arms to his side, tears were forming in his eyes as the camera moved in close and then coming to a stop at the directors command.

A few more hours went by as they redid the scene a couple more times to get the best reactions, Myra glanced down at her phone -11:50pm-, she sighed wishing they could be done already so she could be alone with Dacre enjoying their dinner. The director turned to the crowd of people clapping, “Thank you guys so much for working hard with us, we are finished for tonight. Everyone get home and get some good sleep. We will see everyone tomorrow!”

Myra stood from her chair stretching her legs, which had become stiff from sitting so long, Mary, Slyvia and Jane stood with her sharing stories of when they first joined the crew and what it was like being the new people, when a hand gripped onto Myra’s hip causing her to jump, “Geez, someone’s a scaredy cat!” He laughed, rubbing the spot he had just squeezed. “Haha so funny.” She rolled her eyes speaking sarcastically. She wasn’t going to say anything about his hand on her,she was loving it.

“Are you ready to get this wig off of me?” He glanced in Jane’s direction. “I have a date tonight and I’ve got to get all cleaned up!” His australian accent drug out as he spoke. She pointed to the black vehicle that had been waiting for them. “Lead the way sir! Can’t have this crazy mullet ruining your date!” The group began laughing as they entered the vehicle and it drove away. “Well how about you Myra? You ready to get back to your trailer, it is late.” She nodded and picked up her things she had brought with her. “Ready whenever you are!” They walked through the crowds of people loading up trucks,finally reaching her car.

“This friday the cast is doing a red carpet event where they are interviewed about the new season and every year I have held a little get together at my house to celebrate and you are more than welcome to come and of course bring anyone you want!” Myra had forgotten all about the event, Jake,her boss, had told her all about it over the phone the first time they spoke, but she was so excited so many things went through one ear and out the other.

Myra would be allowed to take one guest to the event with her, she would walk the carpet and talk about her experience working with the crew and helping the cast. She had invited Paisley to come but it had been awhile since they had talked about it so she had made a mental note to remind her.

“It’ll be fun I promise, there will be drinks,food,and cute guys!” She wiggled her brow at her before turning the car on and pulling away from the scene. “Sounds great, I will be there! My friend Paisley will be joining me!” Myra strapped her belt around her clicking it in place. “Great I can’t wait to meet her! Make sure you dress up fancy but bring a bathing suit. We've got a huge pool!”

They had reached the parking lot and Slyvia offered to walk Myra to her camper,she shook her head. “I’ve got it thank you, and I will be sure to be there and bring my bathing suit!” She laughed, waving goodbye to Slyvia and thanking her again.

The Georgia air had surprisingly gotten cold that night leaving Myra’s skin covered in goosebumps as she walked to her front door, she went inside getting into the shower, using her new vanilla body wash to lather up with. She had debated back and forth between two dresses, a maroon dress that stopped right before her knees,it had a deep V cut in it and had small straps or a nice pair of black jeans and a white tank flowy tank top and a dark green leather jacket to top it off. She strutted around for a minute in both outfits before a text came up on her phone,she assumed it was Paisley asking about her day but to her surprise it was Dacre.

Dacre: Just got out of the shower, u almost ready? :)

Myra laughed at his use of old fashion emoticons. She skimmed her fingers over her phone screen for a minute but hesitated on what to reply.

Myra: Yes, finishing getting dressed! :)

She returned the outdated emoji and squeezed some mousse into her open hand, Myra had naturally wild curly hair so sometimes wetting it and scrunching it up with products helped it obtain its naturally beautiful look. A decision had been made and she chose the maroon dress, wanting to give herself a more femine look, after all Dacre had only seen her in jeans and tshirt since they had met.

After hooking together her strapless bra,she slid the dress over her curvy figure and glanced at herself in the full length mirror. Myra was never the type to brag about herself but she felt good in her body, she enjoyed the way she looked and she felt comfortable in her skin,but this dress,this dress made her legs look longer, her skin look tanner, everything about it boosted her confidence and she was ready for tonight.

Dacre: On my way! I will see you soon! :)

Seeing the little smile at the end started to grow on Myra, it seemed sweet and genuine A ax’scz zzz like he truly meant it, like that was his exact reaction while typing this message up. She strapped on her black sandals and grabbed her small clutch to match, she was saving this outfit for an important event but this, in her mind, was the perfect event for it.

A light knock on the door followed by a cheerful “Ms. Myra!” instantly caused a rose tint to form in her cheeks. “Coming!” She chimed, grabbing a jacket from her closet and swinging open the trailer door, Dacre stood on the other side with a short sleeve maroon shirt, the top three buttons undone and a dark pair of jeans fitting him snugly, he looked infatuated. His gaze goes from the ground to her face, his lips parting then closing again, words seemed trapped from leaving his mouth so a large smile grew across his face.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, I-uh- I, wow” He fumbled around on his words, Mr. Smooth talker was having a hard time even making out a sentence. “You look very handsome yourself Dacre, I am liking the shirt.” She reached out tugging on the collar a little. “Thank you, does the shirt look familiar?” He smirked, looking hopeful. Myra gave a confused look, Familiar? She thought to herself how would it be familiar to her? Since she has met him he has mostly worn his lifeguard outfit and no she wasn’t complaining but this shirt was nice too, it squeezed his biceps perfectly.

Dacre shakes his head in disappointment, “Season 2?” he hinted. Myra was still left confused, but in a light bulb moment she instantly remembered the maroon shirt he had worn in season 2, the shirt Billy wore when he first met Karen. Myra tried to hold back a laugh, “Didn’t know how to button it correctly then and still don’t now.” She placed a finger on the center on his bare chest looking up at him. “Can this get any more corny?” He took her hand leading them in the direction of his trailer.

“Well I mean we are kind of matching, I mean look at these colors!” She motioned between the two of their outfits. “Aw even more perfect!” They reached his front door, he opened it motioning her inside first. She walked inside thanking him,the sweet smell of his cologne filled her nose but the first thing on her mind was season 2 Billy rubbing his cologne all over his nether regions before his date so she instantly thought about if he had done the same.

Dacre followed behind her inside, on his small table sat multiple large containers of chinese food. A strand of lights hung above the dining area and a small candle sat lit in the center of the table. “This is so nice!” Myra smiled back at Dacre.

“I am sorry it’s not a fancy dinner at some fancy restaurant but I hope you’ll enjoy it!” She nods, taking a seat in the booth. “It’s chinese food,I will love it!” Dacre moved to the opposite side of her and sat in the booth adjusting his shirt. Myra caught herself glaring at his zipper that dirty thought still going through her head. Dacre handed her over a plate, “Take whatever you would like there is plenty here!”

After they had both filled their plates, Myra spent a few minutes trying to teach Dacre to use chopsticks and that ended unsuccessful so he stuck with a fork. Dacre had gotten out a bottle of wine from his cabinet along with two wine glasses. “Wow, chinese food and wine, you know the way to a woman’s heart!” She smiled as he poured her a glass,waiting for her to motion when to stop, he poured himself a glass and took a big swig.

He began telling stories about when he first joined and his audition tapes he had done to be a part of this show. Myra and Paisley must have watched those audition tapes a hundred times, but would she ever admit that to him? No way in hell. Somehow they had got onto the topic of australian words and Myra was dying to know some.

“Bloody,Bludger,Bogan,Brolly,Budgie Smuggler uhh” He began rambling off a few others.”Wait,wait,wait what do all of these mean?” Dacre chuckled pouring himself another glass. “Bloody, it means like, if someone says you’re bloody crazy, it means you’re very crazy and Bludger, it means lazy,like a lazy person.”

Myra rested her head on her elbow very intrigued with what he was saying. “Bogan can be someone who is acting really weird or is a redneck. Brolly is an umbrella and budgie smuggler is a speedo!” He ran his hand through his styled hair.

“You guys go a little overboard? Huh?” Dacre laughed even more, his face becoming a little more red with each drink. She finished off the last bit of wine in the bottom of her glass, took her dishes to Dacre’s sink,and began to wash them. “What’re you doing? You don’t have to do that!” Dacre stood up grabbing Myra arms to turn her to face him.

No“I can wash the dishes, just come talk with me!” He tugged her close to him, “Well I can’t leave without helping, it's rude!” She laughed, stumbling around a little, her hands landing on his bare chest again.

“I won’t ever let you do them then, so you won’t ever leave!” He placed a finger under her chin raising it to meet his, he gently pressed his lips against hers.Moving his hand down her,he wrapped his arms around her lower waist. The kiss deepened before his phone began ringing, startling both of them. Dacre scuffed picking it up to his ear. “Hello?” He spoke waiting for a response. He made his way into the bedroom to finish the conversation, he held up his finger to Myra to just give him a moment.

While he spoke on the phone she gathered their dishes,cleaning them and setting them on a towel to dry while she closed the lids on the chinese food storing them away in his fridge. Her phone chimed again this time it was Paisley.

Paisley: Hey what happened to our facetiming? You found a new best friend huh?

Myra: I am sorry I had a late night on set and then I maybe had a date afterward.

Paisley: A DATE!? A DATE!? WITH DACRE?

Myra laughed at her reply, anytime Myra had a date in the paste Paisley instantly searched the guy finding out everything she could about him, Paisley was so good the FBI needed to hire her.

Myra: Yes a date with Dacre! We had chinese food and wine and he wore the shirt from season 2, THE SHIRT!

Paisley: The real question is did he have the buttons undone? ;)

Myra: He did ;) ;)

Paisley: WHEN IS THE WEDDING?

Myra rolled her eyes taking a seat back at the table, she searched for dress shops in their area and scrolled through their online inventory. She would need something fancy to compete with how everyone else dressed last year.

Myra: No wedding.. But hopefully you remembered the red carpet event coming up right? It’s this Friday and I need to go get a dress!

Paisley: I have been counting down the days, I didn’t forget! I will be there on Wednesday and I wanna meet this Dacre!

Before Myra could reply Dacre had left the room and rejoined her in the booth. “Sorry about that, my little sister called and had all kinds of things to tell me about school!” He glanced over to the sink noticing the clean dishes now drying, “You’re a pain in the ass, James.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I told you I was gonna help one way or another!” Dacre rolled his eyes and took her hand and said, “Thank you for having dinner with me. You look absolutely beautiful and we need to do this more.” He moved her hand to his lips placing a gentle kiss on it.