#this is the wiggle dance they do after a crew wipe or when time runs out

[loafbud]

Sea Lurkers when they destroy your entire crew after you reached the quota:

[matildashoney]

love on tour

hiiii. i haven't written anything in so long, i'm not really sure if i even know how to do it anymore.

since we last talked about me not writing anymore, i moved to a new state, started graduate school, have been spending a lot of time with friends, have started going to concerts again (safely, of course), have seen harry twice! and i'll be seeing him again this weekend with a bunch of friends, turned twenty two, started a new job and i'm starting a second one next week. things in my life are absolutely hectic but since tour has started it's made me miss writing.

a lot.

so, with that being said, i think i'm going to start back up again. i have a series in my head that i think i want to roll with, and i'm going to try this out one more time. please bear with me as i try to figure out what i'm doing, again, lol.

love you all very much. enjoy violet and harry.

Harry rushes through the curtains, adrenaline pulsing through his veins and sweat dripping down his forehead, his mask sticking tightly against his face. His eyes are searching for the one person he hasn’t seen since before he was wheeled away in the metal box to go underneath the stage, the person that he knew was dancing in the corner with her friends, unnoticed by anyone else in the room. His lips are pursed together in a straight line when he can’t find her, his ears perking at the sound of her laughter rushing through the hallways as she wipes her hands on her trousers and links arms with their mutual friend to walk back to where her boyfriend would be waiting for her, as he told her he would be before he left ninety-some minutes ago.

This is Violet’s first show since officially stepping out as Harry’s girlfriend. Harry Styles and Violet James are officially dating in the public eye, after navigating nearly two years beyond their initial split, the getting back together and taking it further than it’s ever been before, it’s astonishing to see that they’ve made it this far. Jeff and Lilah have been loving this so fondly with all the press about their relationship thus far, and it’s only made the transition that much more insane.

“V,” Harry calls from the end of the hallway, reaching his hand out and grabbing towards her, smiling when she whispers something to her friend and walks towards him, laying her hand in his and letting him bring her into his chest. “Mm, you smell good.”

“That’s because you smell like sweat,” Violet laughs, pulling her mask down slightly to kiss his cheek, smirking when he brings his own mask to his chin and meets her mouth in a quick kiss. “Taste like it, too.”

“Don’t like the sweat with the ‘stache, love?” he says, kissing her temple sweetly and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I didn’t see you in the crowd. Where’d you run off to?”

“Lilah and I were in the back dancing,” she explains, leaning into his chest and hearing the rush of the crowd begin to leave the building. “Curfew” as they called it – or when they had to leave the venue – was at eleven, and they were nearing their time to get kicked out. “I didn’t want to get in the way. Get distracted very easily, H.”

“I do not.”

“Do, too,” she argues, shaking her head and stepping out of his grasp around her body, wiggling her eyebrows as she begins to hurry towards the dressing room where he would be getting changed and showered for the evening.

“Not this, again,” Harry grunts, hurrying after her and following her into the dressing room, ignoring the shouts and hollers from his friends and bandmates as he hustles after her. He knows what’s in store for him behind the shut door, and he’s been waiting for it all night. Especially since she refused to do it in front of his friends and bandmates and crew before the show.

Violet was still getting used to all this. Violet, or V as Harry calls her fondly, is still getting used to all the ‘having everyone around all the time’, ‘everyone in your business always’ thing. Violet never had to deal with that, even as a young engineer in the industry. That was one of the many perks of being behind the scenes. Her name was always in the background. Until now.

“Violet, come here. It’s just us; we’re alone. Cross my heart.”

“What are we? In primary school?” she teases, walking out of the en-suite bathroom and peeling the mask off her face, tossing it on the spare couch in the corner and walking towards her boyfriend – who was insatiably pouting – standing near the door. “You make it so easy to tease you, H.”

“I know, I know,” Harry smirks, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly for the first time all night, a real embrace, one where their hearts are pounding against their chests and their mouths are mere inches from each other. “Thank you so much for coming. Know you’re busy working on some stages and all, but it means everything to me that you’re here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be here? I’m your girlfriend. It’s not like I’m crashing the whole tour with you.” Harry pulls away and quirks his eyebrows, silently saying, but you could if you wanted to. “I’m not crashing the whole tour with you. We already talked about this.” Violet made it clear to Harry that she wouldn’t be staying for the entire tour from the very beginning – she wouldn’t be that type of girlfriend, as much as she wanted to be. “I’ll be here until Tuesday and then I’ll see you for Madison Square Garden and Halloween and the last stint in LA.”

Harry chuckles quietly to himself, “Can say it, love. Harryween.”

Violet shakes her head, “I refuse to feed your ego, like that, as much as I love you. It’s a Harry Styles show on Halloween.” Harry smirks and wraps his arms tighter around her waist, holding her as tightly to his chest as physically possible, soaking in the way she brushes through his hair sweetly and hums quietly to herself to the music playing in the background of the arena. “That was amazing, as always, you know. I love seeing you on the stage. It’s where you belong, baby.”

Harry’s eyes crinkle at the corners with his smile, the genuineness of the moment making his heart well with love and affection for the person he’s lucky enough to have a second chance with. Convincing her to go out with him again wasn’t easy, she isn’t very persuadable when it comes to things that she’s already made up her mind about. Harry considers himself lucky that she wasn’t so set in stone when it came to things with him.

Harry always thought of himself as very lucky, especially considering how things turned out with his career and his dream but having her with him, here, halfway across the country when she’s working with their label on about four other stages, at the minute, and not being the one that got away, made him feel especially so. “Thank you for being here.”

“Happy to be here,” she smiles, kissing his cheek and squeaking with a giggle when he lifts her onto his waist and walks her into the bathroom with him, settling her on the counter before stripping and stepping into the shower. “I could’ve waited outside, you know. Until you were, you know, at least a little bit decent.”

“Not anything you haven’t seen before, baby.”

“Is it anything I prefer to see?” she says, squinting her eyes playfully, as though she is trying to see through the steam beginning to surround the bathroom.

Harry smirks and pokes his head out of the shower, “Come in here and find out.”

“You know the rules, H.”

“They’re stupid rules, V,” he mumbles beneath his breath, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. His showers never last very long in the arenas, a quick in and out to rinse off the sweat from the stage and feel semi-clean; nothing like the showers he takes when he gets to the hotels, where he can take his time and really feel refreshed.

“They’re not stupid!”

“They’re a little stupid, my love.”

“Don’t add the ‘my love’ in there to break the insult!” she says, handing a towel towards him as he steps out of the shower and shakes his hair against her legs, dampening her thighs with a hearty laugh. He’s always a child at heart, but especially around Violet. “That’s rude, Harry.”

“I think you’re just making excuses, Violet.” Harry wraps the towel around his waist and walks to the counter, spreading her legs just enough to slide his body in between her thighs. “I’m happy I’ll be seeing you in two weeks. I don’t like being away from you for that long.”

“I know you don’t. You’re a little clingy, my love.”

“Don’t add the ‘my love’ in there to break the insult,” he mimics, shaking his head and laughing quietly. Harry knows he’s clingy; it’s just who he is. He’s always been this way, especially since they’ve barely spent any time together since getting back together at the wedding nearly two months ago. Violet and Harry decided to try again and then Harry was leaving for tour literally two weeks later. “Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?”

“Unfortunately, I’m sure,” she says regretfully, giving him his shirt and watching as the muscles on his back tense beneath his movements – she’ll take advantage of feeling them later – as he dresses himself. “I’m definitely going to miss you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Harry smirks, his sweatpants settling on his hips and his shirt hanging loosely from his torso. “I think I know why you’ll miss me, but we can pretend it’s ‘cause of other reasons.”

“You’re deranged,” Violet says, jumping off the counter and wrapping her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. “Absolutely deranged.”

[theonewiththefanfics]

Give You Hell (one-shot)

Synopsis: When you’re in a relationship with someone famous while being famous it can be difficult. But not for the Reader and Harry, yet when her past comes knocking, she’ll make sure to know where she stands.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, some minor angst, like microscopic 

Warnings: swearing, reference to past abusive relationship, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3428

100% inspired by ‘All American Rejects’’ ‘Gives You Hell’

Dating someone famous while being famous yourself had pros and cons, much like everything in life. The cons mostly came from the outside, not from the inside. It was the opinions of others, thinking what they said mattered, the scrutiny of the press, hoping one of them would mess up, and they could run some bullshit article just so their numbers could go up, without a second thought of how the people involved felt, and it was some jealous fans who didn’t seem to comprehend the people they admired were actual human beings with feelings and thoughts and emotions and autonomy. But other than that, Y/N’s and Harry’s relationship was just like any other. Save for when their emotions bubbled over, millions of people heard them in songs.        They’d met at the iconic yellow-suit-Harry Brit awards. She’d been right next to Hugh Jackman opening the show, a red glittering bodysuit with a black and gold ring-master jacket, a top hat adorning her head as she dominated the stage. If Harry had been sloshed at that point (much like he was later on, but who was Y/N to say, given how most of the night was a blur for her), he would’ve absolutely started drooling at the sight of her, and he was one of the thousands who stood up, hollering and clapping as she and Hugh ended their performance.

       Much to his dismay though, Y/N wasn’t one of the people assigned to sit by his table, instead, she was a couple of rows behind, whispering something into Billie Eilish’s ear, the two erupting into uncontrollable laughter.        He felt like a creep as he tried to catch every possible glimpse of Y/N, her smile making his heart race. She’d been on his radar for a while, had even thought about asking her to collaborate on a song for ‘Fine Line’, but at the end of the day, it was an album of personal discovery (and when one of his producers told him Y/N was halfway across the world in the middle of Norwegian woods for the next half-year working on her own music, he didn’t want to be a bother). But seeing her then, Harry wondered why he hadn’t reached out on his own, especially after at the after-party Lizzo had dragged Y/N to him and introduced the two.        The following day, pictures of them dancing together, drinks in hands and drunken grins on their faces would sweep the web, sparking millions of rumours, but, at that moment, they didn’t care, nor did they care about what was written because as Harry twirled Y/N under his arm, as much as the connection was there, that night they went their separate ways. Even when they were drunk, they understood that about the other person, and wouldn’t accept anything else, but a sober and coherent ‘yes’.        Sometime midday the next day, Harry reached out to Y/N through a DM on Instagram checking in on how she was doing, which then turned into a six-hour FaceTime call.        “What do you mean you’ve never had a hangover?!”        Y/N laughed at Harry’s almost offended expression. “I mean I’ve never had a hangover. I’ve never thrown up while drunk or after being drunk, my head’s never hurt – nothing. I mean I’m tired, but that’s because I’m still on New York time and got to bed at like five AM.”        “You… are something else.”        She wiggled her eyebrows. “Is that something else something good?”        Y/N didn’t know, but when Harry saw her eyes sparkle, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew – she was it. “The best.”        “Well…” she bit her lip. “If I’m the best, would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a coffee?”        What Harry didn’t know was that when she saw him smile as if those were the best news in the world, her heart skipped as well, and she knew he was the one.        “Only if it’s my treat.”        “But I was the one who asked you out.”        “Yes, but you can pay for the second date.”        Holding in her squeals of joy was tough, but she raised her eyebrow, giving Harry a sly smirk. “Already so confident there’ll be a second date?”        Harry scoffed. “And a wedding!”        Seeing Y/N throw back her head as she laughed, made all sorts of butterflies fly through his stomach.        “Okay, Styles. I’ll take your word for it.”        Three months into the relationship, the two were booked to appear on The Graham Norton show together, which was also the first time they’d appear officially as a couple at a work/outing kind of a setting since the rumours started floating, and a picture of Harry kissing Y/N outside of a hotel room had sort of confirmed that.        “So, you two.” Graham pointed between Y/N and Harry with his cards. “Have started to date? Not to say anything Harry, but Y/N… I didn’t think boy-bands were your type.”        That made her lean over in laughter as Harry gave everyone a shocked face, before slumping back and pouting, nudging Y/N with his knee. “That’s not funny.”        “I mean it kind of is.”        “She was twelve when she swore off boy-bands.” Graham nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Isn’t that what you said last time you were here?”        “Hey, it’s been ten years since I said that!” Y/N laughed. “Cut me some slack. All the people I was crushing on are married anyway… with kids… and could probably be my dads… I have issues, don’t I?”        Everyone exploded into giggles while Harry shook his head, chuckling.        “Love you with all of your issues.” He nudged her shoulder, and she nudged right back, taking a sip of her drink.        “Yeah, give it a couple of months. You’ll regret your words.”        The thing was Y/N was so wrong, and she’d never been happier to be so wrong. Each morning they were together, Harry woke up to her showering him with kisses or vice versa. As private as Harry was, his Instagram stories were now filled with pictures and small videos of them, of Y/N’s face half-covered by a blanket, glasses crooked as she smushed her cheek to his chest and watched a movie, or her eating breakfast while re-watching old Bones and Castle episodes with captions like ‘dunno how she keeps the food down’ and ‘she swears it’s just for research’, while her feed was full of candid Harry photos or her rummaging through his closet and showing everyone his immaculate style, and giving tips how others can recreate it (also she may or may not just use that as a reason to steal his clothes).        Generally, people loved it, and their love for one another. It was refreshing to see them enjoy each other’s company, and not be afraid to do so, especially now, given how it was a couple of days before Y/N ended her tour in New York in Madison Square Garden, to which Harry had specifically flown out for despite being in the middle of filming for ‘The Little Mermaid’. Three AM blinked on the clock, as the two finally drifted off to sleep after five hours of a passionate reunion when her phone dinged, indicating a message had arrived.        “Turn it off,” Harry grumbled into the skin of Y/N’s back. “’S too early.”        She hummed in agreement, furrowing her brows as her palm blindly searched for the offending device, and she squinted her eyes as the light burned her retinas before widening in shock at the message.        Harry felt her body go rigid, and he pressed a kiss to her neck. “Everythin’ alright, lovie?”        “Uh – “ she stuttered, trying to process the words on the screen. “Uh, yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Just… some last-minute changes for the show. They want something really big for the ending, and some of the propositions are just…”        She could feel a smile stretch across Harry’s mouth. “Extravagant?”        “You could say that, yeah.”        “Sounds like it’s gonna be one hell of a show. Not that the others weren’t.”        Y/N switched the phone off wiping away the message first and then turned to cuddle into Harry’s chest. “It most certainly will.”        For the next two days, she was an anxious ball of mess, as her crew got everything ready, and her and her band rehearsed relentlessly before she asked all of them to gather at the studio to add a song to the setlist.        “It’s gonna be a couple more hours, Hazza,” Y/N murmured into the phone as Harry had called in to check on her. “ ‘M sorry. You don’t have to wait up for me. I know you’re still adjusting to New York time.”        “ ‘S alright,” he slurred, clearly already falling asleep but determined not to. “Can’t sleep without you anyway.”        At those words, Y/N’s heart did that stupid flipping thing it’d been doing ever since Harry entered her life to stay, and a shy grin blossomed on her lips. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you what - if you do go to bed, I’ll be sure to wake you up with a kiss when I get back.”        “You promise?” She could hear the smile on his face.        “Swear it.”        “Alright, lovie. I’ll be waiting to cash in on that kiss.”        “I’ll run to give it to you as soon as I can. G’night.”        “See ya’ in a bit.”        Y/N let out a shudder as she heard the call disconnect. She entered back inside the studio and clapped her hands, drawing the attention of her producers and band members. “Where were we?”

***

       The hour before a show was always nerve-wracking for Y/N. It’s when the adrenaline truly started to rush, when her feet and palms got all tingly, and her ears and cheeks heated up. It was when their warm-up band exploded on stage, and the crowd got pumped up. But the best moment that night by far was right when she was about to run out, Harry had pulled her back by the wrist and kissed the living daylights out of her.        “You’re gonna kill it tonight,” he muttered against her lips, words skimming her mouth and making her smile as bright as the sun. She seemed to do that a lot around him. It’s why he now dedicated Golden to her every time he sang it.        “Thank you. For being here.”        Harry flicked her nose. “Always. Now go. People are waiting.”        When Y/N finally appeared on stage, pretty much glowing as brightly as the stage lights, her fans went wild, and even more so when she jumped, starting off the show. The whole time, her gaze flitted to backstage just to get a glimpse of Harry, and whenever she did, she saw him dancing, singing along, filming her having fun and some clips of himself as well, going absolutely ham to her songs.        As the night was moving towards the end, usually, she’d feel euphoria from giving a great performance, after hearing thousands of people sing her songs in unison, now Y/N felt closer to throwing up and fainting.        “So uh…” She pushed back strands of sweaty hair, hollers of people echoing in her head. “This is a very special show tonight. Umm… this is the first concert my boyfriend’s come t - .” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence before the cheers of the people interrupted her, deafening the girl even with the earplugs.        “But umm… it’s also a special show because two days ago someone reached out to me, and uh… he… well, he was as important of a person once the same way Harry is right now, and he wrote this.”        Y/N went over to where the piano chair was, lifted it and fished out her phone from it, revealing the message that’d been basically haunting her nights and days since receiving it.        “Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” To her own surprise, her voice was steady and sure, unlike her hands which were trembling like leaves in a storm. “I know you look happy and in love, but I know it’s not true. I’ve known you for five years, I know how to see through the mask you put on every day just to make sure others are happy while you yourself suffer an inauthentic life. But you do deserve to be happy. And I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to give us a chance again. I���ll be at your concert in Madison Square.” She looked out into the crowd. “You wrote a song once for me. If you sing it, that’s how I’ll know you feel the same.”        By the time she got to the end, there were no more shouts or screams, but confused murmurs. Y/N let out a shuddering breath, hoping that she could manage to do what she wanted, and everything didn’t fall apart. “The thing is, I’d like for Harry to come on stage, please.”        She could see the fear in his eyes as he jogged to stand next to her, but he disguised it with an overenthusiastic smile as he waved over towards the raging sea of people. He’d seen the message, had seen her reread it more than fifty times by that point, and as sure as he was in their relationship, when someone who held such importance, no matter if good or not, in someone’s life came knocking again, you could never be too sure what would happen. Harry didn’t want to say anything, believing if it was important enough, she’d tell him. Guess that was it.        “So, uh…” Y/N pulled Harry’s arms over her shoulders and grasped onto them, grounding them both. “This is for you.” Y/N looked over into the crowd before glancing over her shoulder, Y/E/C eyes meeting Harry’s wavering green ones. “And you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “Hope you know I mean everything.”        As the cords started playing, she felt Harry unwarp his arms from where she’d been holding them over her shoulders and a smile erupted on her face.        “I wake up every evening,” Y/N sang, “with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.”        “And you’re still probably workin’,” Harry’s voice joined in, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s, as he now had a microphone in hand, the other placing earplugs in his own ears, “at a nine-to-five pace… I wonder how bad that tastes.”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the two harmonized, Y/N’s eyes locked onto the masses, imagining the face of her ex-boyfriend who had the audacity to send that message.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.” Harry was looking at the crowd as well, now fully understanding the message and the person behind it, and although he lived by ‘treat people with kindness’, he couldn’t help but gloat at the fact he got to sing with the love of his life on stage, and basically serenade a break-up song to a person who didn’t know how to appreciate what he’d had.        Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Now, where’s your picket fence, love, and where’s that shiny car? It didn’t ever get you far. You’ve never seemed so tense, love. I’ve never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?” It was hard not to smile, knowing where she was and who she was with. Harry threw an arm over Y/N’s shoulders as she sang, giving a mock sad look, while Harry pouted. “And truth be told, I miss you… And truth be told, I’m lying!”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Y/N pointed towards where she imagined her ex was standing. “Then she’s the fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!” For a split second, the music slowed down, guitar strumming in the air, as Harry pulled Y/N by the palm and towards his chest.        When the next lyrics came out of his mouth, he knew them to be true as he sang them to the man, he’d heard Y/N talk about, to the man who thought everything he’d done to her, every horrible word and deed was justified, to the man who thought breaking someone else down was the only way to bring themselves up. “Now tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself, where did it all go wrong, but the list goes on and on.”        “And truth be told, she misses you,” Harry hummed, Y/N letting out a large laugh, holding onto his bicep, as he slightly changed the lyrics. “And truth be told, she’s lying! When you see her face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk her way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!  When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she’s the fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell.”        “Now you’ll never see,” Y/N took over the song. “What you’ve done to me.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me. And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes, with that sad, sad look that you wear so well.” She dragged her finger down her cheek, giving a pout while Harry mimicked her stance before turning the mic to the audience.        “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the crowd sang back with such vigour, Y/N was sure the whole ground was shaking just from their voices, and the clapping and stomping to the drum rhythm would bring the whole world down. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well, then she’s the fool you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell!”        The two were jumping around the stage like madmen, adrenaline filling their veins. “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” Everyone else repeated.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!”        “When you sing this song and sing along, well you’ll never tell. Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell!” Y/N grinned once more, placing her hand over her heart, meaning every word – she was just as well. She had amazing friends, a career that’d flourished, and a person who loved her more than words could describe.        “When you hear this song, I hope that it will give you hell!” Harry crooned down the mic, knowing their happiness would, Y/N’s happiness would give him hell. And he enjoyed it, knowing how good her life was.        “You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!” Her voice became the only sound as the last word echoed around everyone, her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, from all of the emotions running through her body as well as the overwhelming feeling of not only having Harry watch her perform but to end up performing with him.        When his hands wrapped around her body, it startled her out from the daze, and the popping confetti startled her even more, as the rest of her band joined the two to take their bows, grins on all of their faces while they did so.        “Not the song you thought I’d sing, is it?” Y/N laughed into the mic, Harry’s arms tightening around her waist. “There’s a reason I blocked your number, let alone you from my life. Don’t think I won’t do it again.”        “But I would like to say thank you, to the asshole in question,” Harry said, making Y/N’s forehead scrunched up. “You let go of the best person ever; you had the honour of calling yourself her boyfriend, but instead, you chose to walk away. So, thank you for that. Because now I’ll have that honour and pleasure for the rest of our lives.”        Yeah. It was one hell of a show.

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A/N: I love ‘All American Rejects’ and have been listening to ‘Gives You Hell’ non stop. It’s the best break-up song ever, and you won’t convince me otherwise. 

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[bread-writes]

Hello. May I request a oneshot about Jake Kim celebrate valentine's day with his girlfriend please? Thankyou!

i’m late for valentines rip-- oh well lmao 

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, anon!

Spoilers for Jake if you squint near the end.

Writing under the cut!

Jake Spending Valentine’s with His Girlfriend

Jake is--and probably always will be--a busy man. Whenever he completed a stack of paperwork, three more would suddenly appear before them. But, despite his misgivings and less than favorable life, he had you; the light in his usually dark life.

With Valentine's just around the corner, more and more work was passed on to him so the others could spend time with their lovers. As much as he wanted to just pass all of his work onto Jerry (he knew that the boy would do it if he so much as asked) he felt bad for leaving a kid with so much paperwork.

The door creaked open, revealing Jerry. Jake sent the younger boy a nod of acknowledgment, ushering him closer with a flick of his wrist before turning back to the paperwork with a sigh.

"Was there something you needed, Jerry?" Jake squinted at the small text of the report in his hand, running his free hand through his hair as a means to calm himself down. A soft sniffle came from the seventeen-year-old, causing Jake to raise a brow as he looked up from the document in his hand.

"Jerry, seriously, are you alright--"

"I deeply apologize, Jake." Jerry wiped the lone tear from his cheek, "Please forgive me."

"Wait, what--?"

Two familiar sets of arms wrapped underneath his arms, lifting him off the chair with ease. Jake could only blink as Jason and Brad continued to drag him down the winding path that led to his apartment complex They finally stopped at his doorstep, dropping him unceremoniously onto the ground before knocking on the door.

You emerged from the apartment, tiredly rubbing your eyes as you glanced between the four men. When your gaze landed on your lover, you rose a brow before slapping your forehead with a groan in realization.

"When I told you it would be nice to spend Valentines with Jake, I did not mean abduct him--what if he was busy?"

"I actually was busy. Thanks for asking, by the way," Jake cut in, rolling his now stiff shoulders. Jerry visibly deflated as he fiddled with his fingers while mumbling an apology. You accepted Jerry's apology with a pat on his shoulder before offering Jake your hand. He gratefully took your outstretched hand, pulling himself onto his feet.

"This was a pleasure," he began, "but I really should be getting back." He turned around, only to be stopped by Jason and Brad blocking the exit. Jake rose a brow, glancing between the two, "...What are the two of you doing?"

"We're putting you on temporary leave. Don't worry about the paperwork, we'll handle it." Jason brushed off his unspoken concerns motioning to you with his wrist.

Jake could only sigh, letting out a chuckle as he pushed his hair back, "I suppose a few days off wouldn't hurt." He glanced at you, a minuscule smile making its way onto his lips. You grinned back up at him, leaning in to place a peck on his cheek. The two of you bid goodbye to the three other Big Deal members before making your way into your shared apartment.

"So... Valentine's Day is tomorrow, right?"

"Wow, I'm surprised you actually remembered; being swamped up in your work and all."

"Oh, shut it." He snapped back, letting out a grunt as he flopped onto the worn couch. You snorted, taking your seat by his side as he continued to scroll through the seemingly endless amount of shows the streaming service had to offer. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. You sighed contentedly at the familiar feel of his body heat, tracing the carefully inked lines of his tattoos.

At the sight of your favorite show, you tugged on his shirt, eyes sparkling as you excitedly pointed at the screen. Following the point of your finger, Jake grimaced, "Seriously, that one again? Haven't we watched that eight times already?" You shrugged, grounding one hand on his chest while the other reached out for the remote. He smirked down at you, outstretching his arm just barely out of your reach.

Curse him and long limbs.

Jake let out a garbled cry as you shoved his face away, lunging and successfully retrieving the remote.

"Ow, what happened to treating your boyfriend with love for Valentine's, huh?"

"What happened to letting your girlfriend watch her favorite show for Valentine's, huh?" You dangled the remote tauntingly in front of his face before resuming your place by his side.

He rolled his eyes, glaring at the show from the corner of his eye, "Fair, but can we at least pick another show?"

"Watcha gonna do if I say no, Mr. Big Boss?"

What you weren't expecting were his nimble fingers to dance along your sides--a dirty tactic that would only work on you, seeing that Jake was, unfortunately, not ticklish in the slightest. You screeched, dropping the remote before succumbing to a fit of laughter. Jake's eyes softened at the sight of you laughing, tears streaming down your face as you begged for mercy.

How he wished these sorts of days would last forever.

As his fingers ceased their movements, you greedily gulped in air, wiping at your tear-stained cheeks. Just as you were about to berate him for using such an underhanded tactic, he slanted his lips against yours in a soft kiss. The kiss was similar to the ones the two of you shared in the mornings before he left, yet far different at the same time. Gentle, yet passionate. Soft and somewhat greedy.

Just like him.

He parted slightly from you, "I love you."

"I love you too, Jake," you mumbled before once more placing your lips against his.

The remote and show remain forgotten as the two of you cuddle on the couch.

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You were the first to awaken. Your limbs ached from staying in such a position for so long. As you tried to get up, Jake's arms anchored you in place. With a groan, you wiggled your way out of his arms, already missing his warmth as you entered the kitchen. Haphazardly scooping some rice onto a plate, you warmed the rice in the microwave whilst preparing some leftovers in a few separate bowls.

Lost in your thoughts, you missed the drowsy drag of Jake's feet until he once more wrapped his arms around your waist before placing a soft peck to the crown of your head, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Right back at you, Mr. Big Boss."

The two of you took a seat at the dining table, sharing a few laughs and stories from your respective jobs.

"What're we going to do first?"

Jake hummed, "We can go shopping, I guess."

"You guess?" The teasing lilt in your voice evoked an eye roll from your boyfriend as he scoffed.

"Do you have anything in mind, shortie?"

"Sho--?! You agreed not to call me that!"

"Well, you agreed not to call me Mr. Big Boss, you hypocrite."

You glared at him, "Touche... Shopping does sound good, though. I heard a new bakery opened up nearby if you want to check that out."

"Sounds good to me." He nodded, gathering all of the plates and bowls on his way back to the kitchen, placing them in the sink with the rest of the dishes before making his way to your shared bedroom.

The two of you made your way through the crowded streets that were filled with couples out on dates and friends just goofing off. In one of your hands, ingredients to make chocolate swished around in a plastic bag, while the other was interlaced loosely with Jake's. 

So far, the day has gone off without a hitch. Though, you suppose it would be difficult to approach the man (teen) at a terrifying height of 6'5"(195 cm) and the woman (also a teen) smiling so freely with said teen man. The bakery the two of you planned to go to had some of the most delicious chocolate you've had in a while, hence why you bought the ingredients to make your own.

You clapped your hands lightly after laying out all the ingredients, your phone propped up a little ways away, displaying the recipe for some simple chocolate. Jake stood next to you, tying the apron behind his back before sparing you a wary glance from the corner of his eye.

"[Name], are you sure about this? We've never made chocolate and this recipe isn't... exactly "simple"."

You only smiled at him, rolling up your sleeves as you briefly scrolled through the recipe, "We'll be fine, Jake. You trust me, don't you?"

He fought the urge to shake his head, forcing himself to let out a hum of agreement.

By the end of about three trials, the kitchen--along with both you and Jake--was splattered with chocolate. Half-eaten and burnt pieces littered the counters and filled the trash bin. 

"I told you it wasn't easy."

"Shush, it looked easy." You puffed your cheeks, grabbing a rag to wipe down the counters, scrunching your nose at the smell of burnt chocolate. Jake chuckled, gently taking the rag from your and leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Happy Valentine's Day, [Name]."

"Happy Valentine's, Jake."

Jake Kim was a busy man--too busy, some would say. At only nineteen years old he was able to lead one of the Big Four Crews to find his taken friend. But, he'll always find time for you; even if he has to be kidnapped to do so.

I hope you enjoyed this! this was actually so fun to write, but sorry I couldn’t get it out on Valentine’s oof. My fingers hurt ( ಥ_ಥ) oh the price to pay for satisfaction--

[mudhorn-djarin19]

Mission: I Do - Chp. 3 (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: A new mission has come up and you are sent off on it with Agent Whiskey as your partner. However, you have to go undercover as his fiancee. What will this mission mean for you and your harboring crush on him? This chapter is the set up to the mission. This chapter is fairly long. Makes up for the shorter and kind of lacking content in the last chapter. Hope ya enjoy ;) Rating: Explicit Warnings: mutual pining, language, hangover mention, poisioning, fighting violence, bomb mention, protected sex, and fingering (let me know if I missed any) AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist via here! Chp 1 | Chp 2 | More chapters to come!

You awake the next morning to hear Jack talking. You roll over, cracking an eye open and see Jack sitting up on the edge of the bed, glasses on his face. You make out in your hungover state that he is going over the mission with who you assume is Champ.

“Yes sir. I will inform her. She’s asleep still but she’ll understand and be okay. I’ve got her. Thank you.” He says, hanging up the call and placing the glasses back down on the nightstand. He turns around and sees you looking at him through half open eyes.

“That was Champ. I’ll tell you what he said once you are awake more. You look pretty hungover and I figured you’d be so I already ordered us breakfast in. Make sure you take the meds I left on your nightstand  too for we have a big day ahead of us.” He says as he rubs a hand gently on your cheek. “You know for working at Statesman I figured you’d be able to hold your liquor better.” He teases, getting an eye roll out of you.

About half an hour passes and breakfast has finally arrived. You two sit at the table eating, your hungover state slowly going away. Thank god for the medicine, good warm food and water Jack provided to you.

“Okay so Champ got the information I sent over to him last night after you passed out. He said we’ve done good so far. Just need to use the poison he has given us to take the rest of them out. He said there shouldn’t be many more. Hopefully some of them will be at the club again tonight. Kind of hard to do at the convention. He did say that the restaurant we are to go to today for dinner has been found to be the local headquarters for the crew. We need to take anyone there out and prevent an explosion from happening since a lot of couples are going there for a special banquet meal today.” He says. “He wanted me to inform you that he knows you are new to being an agent on the field. You’re used to being behind the sense as a tech agent but, he knows you are strong with a gun and knife. So he knows you can fight. I’ll be there right beside you though to help if any trouble arises.”

You nod. You’ve only been an agent for about a year and have yet had to do any actually fighting thankfully but you trained a lot. Having an experienced agent like Jack though by your side helped you feel a lot more calm about the situation.

You two finished up eating breakfast and going over the plan for the day. By the time all of that was over you were feeling a lot better and your hangover had passed. Jack was in the shower while you stayed in the room to get dressed. Since you were just going to be attending the convention and restaurant for the day until later this evening you decided to stick with another casual look. A simple t-shirt, skirt and some boots to match with Jack’s. You were all set and ready to go aside from makeup and hair which you needed the bathroom for. You were about to knock on the bathroom door when it swung open and Jack stood there in front of you. He was shirtless but had a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Uh sorry.” He says scooting aside to let you into the bathroom. “Forgot my clothes out here.”

“I- it’s okay.” You say trying to avert your eyes. “I need the bathroom anyways for my hair and makeup. We can trade.”

God why does he have to look so good shirtless. You saw him that way at night and during missions when requiring medical attention but, seeing him now glistening from the water of his shower and wearing nothing but a towel had your heart doing back flips and your core warming. You quickly rushed into the bathroom to avoid making yourself feel anymore flustered, shutting the door behind you so he can have some privacy.

You two had made it through the convention again but found no sign of anyone new, hoping to find someone at either the restaurant or club this evening.

You made your way into the restaurant which was supposed to be the headquarters of the crew you were to take down. You stayed close to Jack, a bit worried about having to fight for the first time, and not knowing when it may happen. The host seats you at your table and presents you your menus to get started for the banquet. Jack looked over his menu while you listened to the lady talk about wedding planning and looked around the venue for anyone.

You tap Jack’s hand once the host leaves. “Over there.” Nodding your head in the direction of a crewmate going into the kitchen.

He nods, standing and follows your lead. You both sneak into the kitchen, and see 10 crewmates standing around, all have either a knife or gun on them.

“Oh sorry… thought this was the bathroom.” Jack laughs. “Just kidding.”

And on that last statement he pulls his whip out of his belt knocking two out immediately with impact. You draw your gun out shooting down and chucking your knife into another chest. Thank god your guns have silencers on them so no one out in the banquet room can hear the battle going down. You turn to shoot the other two Jack had knocked out with the whip for good measures. Okay 4 down 6 to go. You go to pull your knife from one's body when a crewmate starts to sneak up on you. Jack soon snatches his lasso out, sending the electricity flying through it and cutting the guy in half. You nod to Jack as a thank you, grabbing your knife and sinking it into another crewmate's chest. 6 down 4 to go. Jack in the meantime had already knocked 2 of the 4 left to go out with his whip. You quickly toss your gun to him for him to take them out fully while fighting one who had grabbed onto your back off. The final one comes running towards your front but you quickly take him out by sinking your knife in one final time for the fight. You struggle to get the guy on your back off but he quickly releases you after Jack shoots him down. You look down at all the bodies and sigh. You didn’t do bad for your first time really fighting. Jack took down the majority but you did take down a few and you were proud of your work. Now for the hard part. To find the device and quickly deactivate it. You two look around the kitchen until Jack finally exclaims he found a bag. You rush over and look into it and sure enough, there it is.

“This is too high tech for me. That’s your department.” He nods.

You look over the device and notice a lot of wires, you ask Jack for a knife and he gladly hands you over his pocket knife. You start cutting at wires, pushing some buttons as the time ticks down slowly. You still have a good amount of time left but, any wrong move and it could go off any moment now. After a bit of a fuss with it the timer finally disappears.

“Done!” You say, wiping your forehead and handing Jack his pocket knife back.

“How you techies figure this shit out I will never know.” He chuckles. “Well, objective one done. Champ says there is a chance of another this weekend so we have to keep our eye out. He’ll send us more information as he finds out. But we still need to find and see if we can take out the boss. Chances are we can catch him at the club tonight. If not him at least more of his damn goonies.”

You nod. “I’ll meet you back at the table. Going to clean up before going back out there.”

Jack nods in response and heads back out to the banquet room, acting as if nothing just happened. You return soon after, from fixing your hair and cleaning up any wounds.

You two were sat at a large table with some other couples, you make conversation with some and find out that a few of them surprisingly were crewmates, dropping some of the poison provided you slipped it to them when they weren’t looking and took note of who they said would be at the club tonight aside from them. You eye Jack to make sure he heard so you two can be sure to attend tonight after finishing up the dinner. Once you see the poison take it's work on the crewmates you and Jack inform those who were attendees just like you of the danger and help guide them out to safety.

Once again you are back at the club hoping to catch the boss or anymore of his crewmates. Jack once again finds himself a comfortable spot at a table while you go mingle around the dance floor to see if you can find anyone. You didn’t have as much luck tonight finding anyone like last night but, you glance over at Jack to see he has managed to grab the attention of the two men who are now sitting at the table with him. You give him some time to pick their brains before heading back over. You don’t want to disturb them and scare them off before he can get any information, assuming they are crewmates. Once you see it’s clear and he is left alone again you make your way back over to him. But as you are making your way back over you are nearly stopped in your tracks with anger.

Jack sits at the table you left him at, back turned towards you and you see a random girl walk over to him and plop herself right down onto his lap. You stay a far enough distance to watch and listen but close enough to step in soon if need be.

“Hey cowboy.” The girl winks at Jack as she wraps her arms around his neck, removing his hat to place it on her own head. “You look pretty lonely here. Need some company?” She asks and she wiggles in his lap.

You figure by now as much of a flirt Jack is he’s giving into her, not gonna let her go and will probably find some way to have some fun with her. Ruining a big part of the damn cover for the mission. But next thing you know Jack is unhooking her arms from around his neck, grabbing her by the waist to lift her off up him and set her down on the table in front of him.

“Don’t think my fiancee would much appreciate that now girl.” He says sternly. “Now go on. Get.”

“Pfft. What fiancee? I see no one around.” She snaps back irritatedly.

You then approach and set the drink you had ordered next to her, plopping your ass right down on Jack’s lap sideways, grinding down a little bit to where he audibly groans for not only you to hear but the girl as well.

“This fiancee.” You say, grabbing his hat back off her head, placing it on your own and flashing the fake ring at her. You then plant a kiss on Jack’s jawline, working your way over to his lips, capturing his between yours. You two kiss each other for a few seconds before you turn your head back to the girl still sitting there. “You heard him. Go on. Get.” You say repeating Jack’s words.

She huffs and leaves in irritation. You smirk at your work, damn proud you not only scared some random chick off from touching your “man” but also getting a little bit of a rile out of Jack when you sat on his lap. You turn back to Jack’s face who also wears a smirk.

“Well well… Look at you takin’ charge.” He chuckles, taking his hat back from your head.

You smile as a blush crosses over your face, his hand cupping your cheek and bringing your lips back to his once again. You two continue to kiss for a few minutes when Jack chuckles again. You pull away from the kiss to see he has his phone out, camera open and facing you both.

“Jack!” You blush

“What? I promise I was trying to get the crewmates I had spoken to in the shot there in the back.” He says zooming in, them obviously not being in the frame much at all due to you two taking up most of the photo. “Think we should send this one off to Champ?” He winks.

You blush and roll your eyes at his comment.

“Say… why don’t we get out of here?” He nudges you.

“But what about…?” You start to question.

“I got any information I need from the guys. Seems they are the only ones here tonight and they’ve been dropped the poison like the last few. Their boss isn't here. We’ll have to catch him at the event or his business. We don’t need to be here anymore tonight.” He states.

The walk from the club back to the hotel was short but quiet. You two didn’t say much but he noticed you shiver from the slight chill the night gave you so he had draped his jacket over your shoulders and kept his pace in line with yours, keeping a hand on the small of your back.

You arrive back to your room shortly after and as soon as you are in and shut the door, Jack grabs your torso and pulls your back against him.

“That was some good actin’ you put on back there with that little bit of jealousy and showin’ off to scare that girl. And why’d you have to go and get a rile out of me? Hm?” He whispers into your ear.

“I…um . Acting yea...” You say nervously.

Jack raises an eyebrow even though you can’t see it.

“Are you tellin’ me that wasn’t actin’ back there?” He asks

You’re too scared to speak so you just shake your head responding that no it wasn’t acting. Jack moves his hands to your hips, gripping you a bit tighter. He brushes his nose against your ear, mustache tickling your neck.

“So you mean to tell me you were actually jealous and trying to get a bit of a rile out me darlin’? He whispers into your ear.

You gulp and nod, still staying silent from nerves. You hear Jack chuckle softly before placing a kiss to your neck.

“So when were you going to tell me this? Or were you just going to keep it hidden forever?” He asks.

“Hidden…” You finally manage to say.

“Now, that’s no fun. Why would you do that?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess… I’m scared. You’re such a big shot at work. Figured you’d never be into someone as new and low level or not as much of a big shot…” You say.

Jack laughs and it takes you by surprise. He turns you around to face him. “Darlin’ you make me laugh. I’ve had my sights set on you since day one. I’ve never seen such a damn beauty until you walked through the doors at HQ on your first day. Seeing you filled the empty hole in my heart.”

You lightly smile at him and then ask. “So if you like me back why didn’t you also say something?”

“Well, same as you. Scared I guess. When you joined 2 years ago I didn’t know if you had someone. And then at the office you always seem to be annoyed by me so I had the impression you hated my guts.” He replies.

“I don’t hate you. That was just putting up a hard front to hide my true feelings. Which is that I really like you. And maybe a bit of jealousy irritation...” You blush as you say.

Jack pushes your hair behind your ear and cups your check. “Well then, I guess since we both feel the same you won’t mind if I do this.”

As he says that he crashes his lips onto yours, running his tongue along your bottom lip and dipping it into your mouth when you slightly open it. Your tongue finds his bottom lip, running over the edge before dipping it into his mouth in return. Your hands slide up into his hair, grabbing his hat and tossing it onto the nearby chair. You comb your fingers through his hair, getting a soft groan from him into your mouth. He cups the back of your neck with one hand, the other laying against the small of your back, pushing you further into him. Jack steps towards you causing you two to walk backwards until the back of your knees are hitting the edge of the bed. You topple backwards onto the bed, Jack following with but careful not to crush you. His one hand slides down from your hip to your thigh, bringing your leg to wrap around his waist. Your hands slide down from his neck to his chest, working at the buttons on his shirt when he suddenly pulls away a bit.

“Wait, darlin’ I don’t want to do anything too far unless you really want to. I mean… I’d love to. However, I don’t want to push you.” He says

“Oh shut up Jack.” You smile as you bring his lips back to yours, letting him take the hint that you want this.

He smiles back into the kiss, his hands find the zipper of your dress and starts to undo it, while you finish undoing the buttons on his shirt. You push the shirt back from his shoulders, he releases you long enough to shimmy it the rest of the way off his arms before coming back to you, pulling the straps of your dress off your upper body. His hand snakes up and squeezes one of your breasts.

“Mhm, no bra?” He sighs into your mouth.

“Can’t with this dress. It’d show because the thin straps and low cut back.” You sigh back.

“I like it.” He says as he rubs his thumb over your nipple, sending a shiver down your spine.

You lift your hips as he shimmies the rest of it off of you, discarding it at your feet. Thank god you wore slip on heels, making them easy to kick off. Jack stands and works at removing his belt, pants and boots while you crawl further back onto the bed. He crawls back onto the bed, left now in nothing but his underwear much like you and crawls over top of you. Kissing up your torso, neck and eventually lips. His one hand holds your hip while the other finds your breasts again. You snake your hand down between your bodies and cup him, feeling his rather large erection against your palm. He groans at your touch and grinds down into your hand.

“Don’t tease me darlin’” He speaks into your ear.

You smirk and grab him a bit more firm this time, getting him to grind into your hand again.

“So we’re gonna play this game huh?” He chuckles.

He pulls away from you, sits straddling your knees before he rubs a finger ever so gently at your heat, causing you to squirm.

“Damn, wet for me already?” He asks.

You have no words to say but buck you hips up at him, asking for his touch once more. He hooks his fingers into your panties and slowly works at pulling them down, leaving you fully bare before him. He whistles in response.

“Darlin’, I knew you were gorgeous before but… damn.” He says.

He leans down and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh as he slowly sneaks a finger into your folds. You buck your hips in reply, craving more of him inside you.

“Jack, please.” You whine.

He doesn’t answer but instead sinks another finger into your folds. Filling you up even more now. He works his fingers in and out of you slowly, he brings his thumb in and starts rubbing at your clit, getting all your senses working.

“Oh god… Jack stop. If you keep going for much longer I might…” You cut yourself off with a moan

“Precisely darlin’. Just let go, it’s okay.” He smirks, picking up his pace.

He adds a third finger and continues at the faster pace for a while until you start to twitch under him. He slows as he feels you tighten and come undone around his fingers, coaxing you down from your high. He pulls his fingers out from you and licks your juices off of them.

“Sweet as a damn peach.” He says.

“Jack please.” You say, pulling at the waist line of his boxers, trying to bring him closer to you. “I want you.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asks, leaning down to kiss you.

“Yes. I’ve never been more sure in my life. Now please stop asking.” You chuckle into the kiss.

He leans back up and slides his boxers off, his erection springing forth. You figured he was packing but damn, you never knew he’d be packing this much. He moves and lays down next to you, leaving you looking at him confused. He then pats his thighs telling you to come and straddle him. You do as you are told. Sitting on his thighs, your folds just mere inches from his erection, aching for contact.

“Ah shit, darlin’ do me a favor and hand me my wallet? In the back pocket of my jeans.” He says.

You crawl off his lap, hopping off of the bed and grab his jeans, pulling out his wallet and returning to your spot with it in hand. He opens it and pulls out a square shiny wrapped package. He brings it up to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth, chucking the packaging and wallet to the floor. You scoot back a bit to give him some room and he pulls the condom down his length.

“Alright.” He states.

You sit back up on his thighs and smirk, running your hands up his torso.

“Are you ready?” He asks, grabbing your hips.

You nod and slide forward, straddling over him. He lines himself up with you and slowly helps you lower yourself down onto him. He takes his time pushing into you, allowing you to adjust to his length and girth. Both of you filling the room with your groans and sighs. Once he bottoms out inside of you, you two sit there for a moment, taking in one another and adjusting to the sensations. After a few moments he grabs your hips and helps by lifting you up from himself, but not fully before you are pulling yourself back down onto his length. With every thrust back down onto him it sends a wave of sensations through you as he hits that spot deep inside of you. You start at a slow pace, slowly working up to a faster pace. You feel another high rising inside of you.

“Fuck… Jack… I'm going to…” You groan through each thrust.

He glides a finger down between you two and works at your clit, rubbing fast circles. His other free hand moving to squeeze at your breasts.

“Go on darlin’, come undone around me.” He says, continuing his pace.

You start to twitch and soon you're body tenses as you come undone for Jacks twice in one night. Letting your juices soak him. As you come down from your high Jack slows his pace and then groans as he senses he is close to his high as well.

“Shit.” He curses. “I’m close…darlin’”

You continue to ride him for a bit when you feel his muscles tense up. He holds you still on him as he comes undone, groaning with every strain that releases. His grip on you loosens as he comes down from his high, you stretch your arms and hands out across his chest, leaning up to give him a kiss. He rolls you both over onto your sides, pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact.

“I’ll be right back, hold tight.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before jumping up to go to the bathroom to throw away the now used condom and grab a washcloth.

He returns after a minute with the washcloth which is warm, pulling your thighs apart as he cleans any leftover mess up, same for himself. He chucks the washcloth to the floor and crawls back in bed beside you, laying on his back. You crawl over next to him, laying your head on his chest and entangling your legs with his.

“That was… really nice.” He says, stroking your hair.

“Mhmm.” You smile as you trace a finger on his chest.

Jack chuckles and kisses your head. You two lay in silence for a bit, enjoying the comfort of being close to one another.

“Jack?” You ask, looking up at him a bit. “What does this mean for us?”

“What do you mean?” He says, rubbing your shoulder.

“Well… I mean what are we? What are we going to do? We confessed to each other we’ve got feelings for each other and now we’ve screwed…” You say.

Jack chuckles and pulls you closer to him in a slight squeezing hug.

“Are we…? I mean… I don’t want to assume or if you don’t want to…” You say worriedly

Jack chuckles again and pulls your lips up to his, then speaks against your lips. “Well, I’d say we both know the answer to what you’re asking now. Hm?” He presses a kiss to your lips. “Yes. We are.”

You smile and kiss him back, snuggling into his chest farther. You two stay cuddled together enjoying the silence and each other's presence when Jack’s phone buzzes with a text message. He groans and reaches over to grab it, seeing it’s Ginger who wants to have a quick meeting.

“Shit. Ginger’s wanting to meet… must want to go over today’s report.” He says, grabbing his glasses and yours.

“Shit.” You respond, noticing how you are both still naked and cozied up to one another. “Uhh… hold on lemme just…” You say as you adjust your position a bit so the covers are covering you up to your chin, no skin showing and lay your head on Jack’s shoulder instead now.

Jack finger combs his hair a bit to make sure it’s not out of place, same for yours before you both slide your glasses on and press the button to activate the hologram call.

“Good evening…?” Ginger says slowly and questionably.

“Hey Ging, what’s up?” You respond quickly.

“Uh… well I was calling to go over your reports from today.” She says, pushing her confusion back. She’d question you later you know.

“We found more of the crewmates, took down a large chunk of em tonight at the restaurant. That’s definitely their local headquarters but I don’t think it’s the main one. I do believe the venue we got information on from the main boss is it. We’ll head over to view it in person in person this weekend, I’ll call tomorrow to book it. See what we can do. Seems anyone who uses a company one of his crewmates work for or anyone who uses his venue is those being targeted.” Jack says filling Ginger in.

“Mhm. We found the main boss at a venue booth, and a crewmate at a dress booth. No others yet at booths but there’s got to be some. We will look some more. However like Jack, I mean Whiskey said we found some others and took them out between the club and restaurant.” You add in.

Ginger raises an eyebrow at you calling Whiskey by his first name. You guys at Statesman rarely call each other by your actual first names.

“Sounds good. Keep your eyes peeled. There’s still a few out there I know and of course the main boss. Good work so far guys. Make sure to send me any pictures and information you have over whenever you can.” She smiles.

You nod and jump a little when Jack teasingly squeezes your butt under the covers to see if you reacted and Ginger noticed. And of course she did. She’s not only a smart woman who always has an eye out but your best friend.

You clear your throat. “Of course Ginger. We will do so in the morning. I’m going to go back to sleep now.” Using that as your cover to why acting so strange.

“Alright… um. Have a good night guys. Talk to you later.” She says, ending the call.

You sigh and push the covers back from your chin some, no longer having to hide. That was a close one you start to think when your phone dings. You roll off Jack’s shoulder to your side of the bed, toss your glasses down and grab your phone to see a text from no one other than… Ginger.

*Girl, I know you too well enough to know you two were definitely acting suspicious…* Her text says.

“Everything alright?” Jack asks, rolling over to his side to face you.

You crawl back over and lay on your back next to him, reading over Ginger’s message.

“Yea, just Ginger being suspicious. As one of my best friends she knows me too well to know something is up. But I’m not telling her right away, let’s see how long it takes her.” You chuckle

*What are you talking about?* You reply back

*Girl, you were all cozied up to Whiskey and acting strange. Don't think I didn’t notice… want to tell me something? ;)* She replies back. She had known about your crush on Whiskey for a while so she of course had to be the first to know if anything happened and would pretty much read you like a book.

*I just rolled over to join the call, We only have one bed here. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.* Your message says.

*Stop messin’ with me girl and fess up lol* She snarks back.

You look at Jack, for confirmation that you telling her is okay. He smirks and shrugs his shoulders in a I don’t care way.

*What if… I told you something did happen?* You hit send on the message.

*Tell me now and stop playing!* Ginger’s response read

“Send her this.” Jack smirks forwarding you the photo from the club earlier of you two kissing.

You forward the message to her with no context and immediately get a response.

*Was this for a part of the mission or for real?!* her message questions.

*Have fun figuring it out. I’ll let you know in the morning. I want to go back to be snuggled now ;)* You hit send and put your phone back on the nightstand.

You roll back over to face Jack, both chuckling at the interaction and snuggle up in his arms before dozing off for the night.

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holding my breath for you (crowd my grave)

A Rick/Harley fix-it fic • Chapter 1/?

To say he’s surprised to see Harley Quinn standing in the doorway of his shabby, middle-of-nowhere motel, in shredded jean shorts and heart-rimmed sunglasses, would be a serious fucking understatement. And it’s not because it’s one o’clock in the morning and the sun went down hours ago.

“How the hell did you find me?”

She shrugs, picking at a long thread on her jacket, “I know people.”

Rating: T/M • Characters: Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, and mentions of others • Read on AO3 or below the cut

“I think I just walked in on someone screwin’ a goat.”

To say he’s surprised to see Harley Quinn standing in the doorway of his shabby, middle-of-nowhere motel, in shredded jean shorts and heart-rimmed sunglasses, would be a serious fucking understatement. And it’s definitely not because it’s one o’clock in the goddamn morning and the sun went down hours ago.

“How the hell did you find me?”

The blonde shrugs, picking at a long thread on her jacket. “I know people.”

“Better people than mine, apparently,” Rick rasps, and he runs a hand through damp hair. Thankfully he’d managed to trade in the towel for sweatpants before she’d started pounding on the door. “So much for flying under Waller’s radar.”

“Nah, you’re good,” Harley says, and the sunglasses slide down the bridge of her nose when she dips her head to shoot him a devilish look, single brow raising, “I promise she don’t know I’m here.” Suddenly there’s a hand in his face and she’s wiggling her right pinkie finger as if that'll prove anything.

She taps one foot against the carpeted floor then, toe of her boot crossing the threshold, and Rick has decided she reminds him of a vampire; one covered in sparkles and tattoos with a pink, fluffy duffle-bag dangling from her fingertips, but a bloodsucker all the same. “Ya gonna invite a girl in or what?”

“You plan on telling me what you’re doin’ here first?” he asks, but then he’s moving out of the way so she can duck under his arm and enter. Harley breezes past him, tossing her bag somewhere across the room, and she plops herself down into the old, worn leather seat by the television. There’s some Spanish soap opera playing to itself on the screen.

“Mi casa es su casa… and all that.” Flag grumbles, pulling the door to a close behind her—but not before shooting a quick look out over her shoulder towards the parking lot. He locks it, then turns and presses his back up against it, hands on his hips.

“You can stop looking so constipated, Flag, I told ‘ya. I’m off the grid myself these days.” She taps the side of her neck twice. “The old dragon lady ain’t coming for either of us.”

“Right.” A nod, then, “Dubois told me about that.” The deal. The squad forcing Waller to meet them halfway and offer freedom in exchange for silence.

(He hadn’t exactly been shocked to find out Dubois was still in possession of the drive. It was a smart move; not the best one, or the right one, and it was a far cry from the one Rick had fucking died trying to pull, but not everybody lived by a code of honor. He couldn’t blame the rest of the team for following suit.)

“Milton knew?! He knew where you were this whole time and didn’t tell me? That mother fucka!” She grits her teeth, nails strumming atop the television cabinet.

(He doesn’t ask about Milton. It’d probably be a long, convoluted story and he’s not exactly in the mood for one of Harley Quinn and her gift of gab. Not that he has much of a choice right now...)

“Now you wanna tell me what you’re doin’ here?”

Ignoring him, Harley takes in her surroundings, chewed-end of her plastic sunglasses between her teeth as she eyes the dingy room. It’s cramped for sure, dull magnolia paint is chipping off the walls, and there’s a queen-sized bed with crumpled up grey sheets and three flat pillows, a sign of recent use. Odd number, Harley notes. Would four kill them?

The little washroom is beside the dresser, and there’s a towel hanging from the bathroom doorknob, wet footprints still clear on the tiled floor. It’s only then that she looks up and realizes he’s shirtless. Oh.

“This place got food? I could so do with a burrito right about now.”

(A place this rundown probably doesn’t even have a cleaning crew, much less any other kind of service. Although, there was half a pack of mints beside the sink when Rick first rented the room so does that count?)

(He’s not ashamed to say he finished them off.)

“I got whiskey and half an eggroll, that do ‘ya?” Rick quips, and there’s a smirk starting on his lips.

He’s still waiting for an explanation as to why the hell she’s here, how the hell she’s here, and what the fuck she thinks she’s doing by checking up on him in the first place. He’s supposed to be laying low—supposed to be dead—and she’s supposed to be free. Or at least as free as someone like her can get, which probably isn’t very free at all.

But there’s something off about her whole demeanor, something decidedly un-Harley, and the man can’t help but feel like he’s just waiting for something. Whether it’s one of Waller’s goons bursting through the door, or Harley herself finishing the job or, hell, Harley breaking down (and God, he hopes it’s not that), he’s not sure. He’s not great with emotions. And she’s without a doubt the most expressive person he’s ever had the (dis)pleasure of knowing.

“Hi, Harley. You know, I’m doing pretty good after havin’ my heart practically ripped apart by a fuckin’ toilet seat. How ‘bout you?” She lowers her voice as if to match the bass in his own and goddamnit he finds it charming.

(He doesn’t have the heart to correct her.)

“You know, a little heads-up that you weren’t DOA might’ve been nice, Colonel.”

“Wasn’t exactly high on my priority list,” he informs her, voice dipping as he nods, slow. “Staying alive kinda won that round. You know, ‘cause of the shit jammed in my chest.”

“They said it came out the other side, ‘ya know. My guys. Wanted to see for myself.” She stands up then and walks to him until she’s about four inches away from his face, taking in the long gash above when his heart lies. “I’m thinkin’ they lied though because that don’t look too deep to me.”

“Yep. Not much to see.” He shrugs, heavy as though there’s weight on his shoulders, casting a glance down at his chest when she raises a hand. She doesn’t touch him; just lets her fingers dance in the air above the skin. “Sorry to disappoint, Doc.”

The scar runs right down the middle of his chest. From left collarbone to navel; a rushed surgery in a (probably, totally) sketchy makeshift hospital. It’s not a good look. But she’s seen worse. “It’s healin’ just fine. I’m getting plenty of fluids and I’m takin’ my meds. Think you can be on your way now you’ve done your check-up.”

“I thought you died.”

“False alarm.”

“You died,” Harley repeats, and there’s an edge to her voice Rick doesn’t recognize. She moves from one foot onto the other, swaying back and forth on her heels, eyes unmoving from off of his chest. “And I didn’t even get a goodbye out of it.”

“Was I…” he pauses, considers the look on her face for a moment. “Apologies.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“The fuck you want me to do? Go back in time and tell him to wait so you can make it about you first?”

“Just think it’s kinda rude for one of my friends to go off and die and leave me alone like that.”

“Tad dramatic, don’t you think?” Rick asks before remembering who he’s dealing with. Harley Quinn is theatrical and melodramatic and showy. Of course, she’d turn this into a whole fucking thing. “You’re a grown ass woman with a criminal record and probably a couple dozen bounties on your head, I think you can handle getting on a plane without a handler.”

She stops swaying. But the look on her face is ice cold and calculating and if he didn’t know her any better, he might be slightly terrified. So this is the infamous killer queen, huh? She wouldn’t hurt him. Maybe once upon a time, a few years back, but not now. Not after… “You’re supposed to be the leader.”

“You had Dubois.”

“But not you. And I know Milton’s a fine leader an’ all, but he’s not exactly a great conversationalist. Or much of a hugger.”

“I ain’t either.”

“But you humour me. ‘Ya put the effort in, Flag.” The blonde pokes his chest, manicured and pale fingernail against his sternum, skin hot to the touch. “And no one else is gonna do that for me, so yeah, I’m kinda mad that you went and got your heart broken into little tiny pieces and didn’t think to let me know you weren’t buried under a fuckload of concrete. Not very friendly of you.”

“And since when are we friends?”

There’s a silence then, and now he’s reconsidering not showing any signs of fear. He’s in no position to fight her. Harley is… Well, one kick and it’d be lights out for Flag.

(Since Waller forced her to take swimming lessons with a mean, ‘It’s a basic life skill, Ms. Quinn. No one else is going to have your back out there'  and he made sure he was her assigned instructor. Even brought her a cute two-tone bathing suit that wasn’t Belle Reve-approved and all. Since everyone in Gotham decided they wanted Harley Quinn six feet under and he let her crash on his couch that one time—those three times—and he made her bacon and eggs in the morning. And he didn’t even get mad when she got ketchup all over his carpet. Since she got drunk that second time and kissed him out of loneliness and he never held it against her.)

“Whatever,” she backs away from him with a huff, but her eyes are still dark; a sure sign that she’s not happy. “I’m starving.”

“There’s a place around the corner.”

“Aces,” she grins, then picks up a discarded shirt from the foot of the bed and tosses it to him.

    There’s no mention of her getting her own room. It goes unspoken: she’ll be staying here with him.

“Not sayin’ this is better than sex, but it’s definitely better than a lot of the sex I’ve had lately.”

“Good for you,” Rick retorts, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He glances around the restaurant. There’s only one other patron in there aside from them, and the chef is off somewhere in the back. He glances down at his watch, then fists the napkin in his other hand.

“Am I keeping you up?” Harley jests, curling her legs up beneath her on the stool. It squeaks under her weight, one of the metal legs unevenly balanced on the patterned tiles. “Got plans I’m disruptin’?” She clicks her tongue, a devilish grin in full swing.

“Nope. Just rest ‘n recuperation, right, Doc? That your diagnosis?”

“Prognosis,” she corrects him, then drops the rest of her tinfoil-wrapped burrito onto the little round table, a thin layer of grime coating the surface. “And yes,” Harley says with a light nod,  putting on her best matter-of-factly voice. She feigns pushing glasses up her nose, head tipping back to look down at him for a change. He’s leaning against the table with his forearms crossed, tanned skin pressing against the greasy tabletop as his sharp chin rests on a curved wrist. “Sleep and that bottle of bourbon my little eye spied hiding under ‘ya bed will do the trick just fine, Colonel,” she says cheerily.

He nods, only half-listening. “Can’t wait.”

“You could smile every once in a while, ‘ya know. I came all the way to Ti-fuckin’-juana to make sure you weren’t rotting away and letting yourself go in some ol’ shitshack. Would a little appreciation for the thought go amiss?”

“I didn’t ask you to,” the man tells her, leaning back in his chair. He clasps both hands in his lap. “Matter of fact, I’m still wondering why you did. What’s the deal, you get bored running from the feds for a change? Didn’t think you tired so easily.”

“What if I just missed you, huh? ‘Ya consider that possibility, soldier?” She pushes her hands out, her chair scraping back against the floor again. Harley picks up the rest of her food, casting him a dark look. “You’re no fun.”

“Never have been, Harley, that shouldn’t be news.” He follows after her, rushing to keep the door from swinging back in his face when she exits the restaurant in what he can only assume is anger. Or maybe she’s just messing with him; truthfully, it’s hard to tell sometimes. “You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, you know.”

“I am a delight,” she says, whipping around to face him, palm flat against her chest. The many rings on her fingers tap against her necklaces, and she stares up at him with furrowed brows. “Everybody loves me.”

“Pretty sure that’s not true, either.”

“OK, well not everybody hates me, how’s about that?” The scowl on her face turns into a smile then, teeth-baring and wicked. Her eyes are blown wide like saucers, and the crimson lipstick on her mouth suddenly becomes the only thing Rick can focus on that isn’t… Doesn’t...  Deranged, he thinks.

Harley Quinn is an absolute basket case and he must be out of his fucking mind for finding her so damn… what? Fascinating? It’s as close as he can get to thinking of a word to describe her that isn’t derogatory. She’s a character and a half, a whole clown car full of crazy jam-packed into one tatted and made-up doll of a woman, but God help him if he doesn’t kind of want to--

“That’s more like it.” She’s probably hard to love, but she’s not easy to hate.

Rick smiles back, finally, then reaches out a hand—tentatively. She’s still her and he’s never a hundred percent certain she won’t slit his throat with a Hello Kitty keyring or something—and wiggles long fingers. “Wanna get drunk and watch god awful late-night television?” He leans down; not too close, not close enough for her to grab, and adds, “Friend?”

Whatever that thing was he’d been waiting for, that unidentifiable something he’d felt looming over them since she showed up in his doorway an hour ago, looking somehow both tired and elated, finally revealed itself; in the form of tears in Harley’s eyes and a shaky hand accepting his.

She nodded and excitedly said ‘yes!’ and then he realized all she’d been after was a friend; the comfort of knowing that there was someone in the world who wasn’t out to get her, who had nothing to gain by being good to her.

And she’d almost lost that. Lost him.

(So when she hogs two of the three pillows on his bed and helps herself to one of his shirts—his favorite, actually. An old wife-beater with torn sleeves and a faded wildcat on the front—Rick doesn’t say a thing. Just lets her curl up in a ball beside him, red tips brushing against his bare shoulder, and rest.)

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There’s Something About Mr. Ackles

~ An interview on set leads to some extra special behind the scenes activities.~

Jensen x Reader

1,767 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Oral all around.

A/N: This was a request from @thoughtslikeaminefield, a prize for winning GTGT!

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“So, it must be hard to say goodbye after all these years.”

Y/N leaned in just a bit, just enough to give him a peek at what was hiding beneath her blouse. She knew it was wrong, but she also knew he’d been turning up the charm for the last fifteen minutes for no reason. He wanted a peek.

Jensen licked his lips slowly as his green eyes passed over the ample view she had offered. Clearing his throat, he answered honestly. “It is. Hard to say goodbye to the crew, they’re like family, really. We’ve been through weddings, births, funerals. It’s like leaving home for the first time.”

Y/N pouted, listening sympathetically even as she stared at his plump lips. She’d always fancied him, but up close and personal… it was a whole new level of beautiful. He was drop-dead gorgeous and Y/N was about to drop.

“And Dean?” she asked, checking her notes even though she didn’t need them. “What will it be like to put aside the flannel for the last time?”

He smiled sadly and dropped his chin, considering. He had all the answers, she knew. This wasn’t his first interview of the day even, but he was playing it up nicely for the camera that filmed him over her left shoulder.

“I’m never gonna leave Dean. He’s a part of me. I may back away from the flannels for a while, but they’ll always hold a special place in my heart.”

He laughed and Y/N tried not to visibly shiver. She’d been around just about every celebrity there was over the last five years, but there was just something about Mr. Ackles.

“Oh no,” she joked, “don’t give up the flannel! You look amazing in plaid.” She winked, confident that the camera couldn’t see it, and she could have sworn Jensen blushed.

“Thank you.” The apples of his cheeks were bright pink and he covered his smile shyly with his hand, curling his middle finger towards his lips. “It’ll be an adjustment, but I’m looking forward to new adventures.”

“Speaking of…” She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs, purposely forgetting to adjust the hem of her pencil skirt as it rose up her thighs. “Any new projects lined up?”

Jensen’s gaze fell to the black lace line that rounded her thick thighs, cheeks paling as the blood flowed downward. “Well, I’m working on another record…”

Y/N smiled and sat back, the edge of her skirt hiking up a bit higher. “Ah! Yes, Radio Company! Loved the first album, really great.”

“Thanks, I’m very proud of it.” The tip of his tongue snagged between his front teeth and his hands fell to his thighs, rubbing absently.

“You act, you sing, you direct, write songs- and, as we saw in a recent episode, you dance.” She paused and stared until he met her eyes. “Is there anything the great Jensen Ackles can’t do?”

He laughed; head tipping back as his entire body shook with the action. “Oh, I don’t know about that. There are many things I can’t do.” His smile fell as he zoned in on her legs, opening slowly as Y/N leaned in.

“I’m sure that’s not true…”

The sets were dark and empty as he led her through, stopping in a room where they kept the extra’s props. There were shelves lined with random trinkets and furniture pieces; objects Y/N barely had time to name.

As soon as the door shut, Jensen grabbed her, spinning Y/N in his arms and pressing her back against one of the metal shelves.

“You’re the naughtiest interview I’ve ever had,” he growled, thrusting a knee between her thighs.

She gasped and clawed at the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers. “You haven’t had me yet.”

His kiss was full and deep; lips crushing hers with a passion that left her breathless. He distracted her with his tongue as his right hand slipped up to cup her breast, kneading and pinching at the mountain of flesh beneath her silky blouse.

Y/N spread her legs around his and pressed down, humping his thick thigh while he toyed with the buttons on her shirt.

“You better not pop those,” she teased, knocking his hand away to help him.

He grinned as she opened her shit and was quick to drag the cups of her black lace bra down beneath her tits. Her nipples popped in the cool air, ruddy and hard. “Delicious.”

“You should have a taste.”

Jensen dipped down to do just that, lapping at each nipple in turn before setting his mouth around the right side, sucking hard enough to make her squeal.

“Fuck!”

“Keep it down,” he warned, breath hot as is passed across her chest to the opposite side. He bit down on the left nipple and she held her breath, biting her lip hard to stay quiet.

Y/N raked her hands through his perfectly styled hair. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

He released her tit with a pop and met her eyes with a grin. “You have no idea.”

She blushed. “Why don’t you show me, then?”

His eyes glowed with something mischievous as he slid down her body, stopping to nibble on her throat and flick his tongue against her nipple as he sank to his knees. Hot fingers pushed her skirt upwards, and Y/N wiggled against the shelves as he kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

“Oh my…”

Jensen ran a single finger across her pussy, pressing the matching black lace up into her folds.

“Fuck, lemme just…” She hooked her thumbs around the thin elastic hem of her panties, but Jensen grabbed her wrists and shoved her fingers away.

“Leave ‘em on.”

She had no breath to reply as his tongue replaced his finger, pushing burning, wet heat up into her cunt. He lapped at the lace, sucked it between his lips, bumped her covered clit with his nose.

Y/N held on to the metal, arms stretched, crucifying herself as he gently pushed the lace aside finally. She sucked in her stomach as he kissed her clit again and again, pulling and releasing the sensitive bud until it was throbbing almost painfully. Her cunt leaked onto his fingers and Jensen pushed them inside, fucking her slow and deep on his big hand.

When his middle finger swept over her g-spot, Y/N moaned loudly and slapped a hand down onto the top of his head, grabbing the short locks between her fingers.

“Jesus Christ!”

Jensen hummed into her pussy and picked up his pace; talented mouth and fingers working together to bring her right to the edge of ecstasy before pulling away.

Y/N nearly fell, panting and clinging to the shelf as he stood and licked her slick from his lips.

“Eh?” he teased, one cocky eyebrow raised.

Her eyes rolled for a split second before she attacked, pushing herself off of the shelves and wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. She tugged until he bent down, and she tasted herself on his tongue, sweet and familiar. She let him go but kept his lips busy as she tugged at his belt, hands tripping over the big silver buckle.

“Allow me,” he smirked, taking a step back to open his jeans. Leather and denim fell to his bowed knees, and Y/N cocked her head as she stared at the digitally printed boxer briefs, tented by his stiff cock.

“Is that a lion?” she asked, grinning at the golden animal covering his crotch.

Jensen laughed and spread his arms in a smug shrug. “King of the Jungle, baby.”

“I can see that.” She fell down just as he had, knees meeting the hard floor in an instant. She ran her hands up his strong thighs, digging her nails into the tanned flesh before finding his hips and peeling his boxers down. The size of him stopped her breath and Y/N stared at the giant cock lying hard against his left thigh. “You really are the King.”

Jensen pet her head, running his hand over the top and back, urging her forward towards his cock as he roared like a lion.

Her laugh was muffled as he bucked his hips, forcing his cock to slide against her mouth. She parted her lips and took him in, humming happily as his salty taste hit the sides of her tongue.

Jensen pushed his hips forward and lay his head back, resting against the only patch of empty wall in the place. He groaned rhythmically as she swallowed around him, deeper and deeper until she gagged loudly and pulled away. A thick line of saliva connected them and she scooped it up in her fist. She wrapped her wet fingers around the base of his cock, jerking slowly while she bobbed her mouth on the tip.

“That’s… fuck. Yes.”  

He let her work, keeping his body as still as possible until the last second. When he could take it no longer, Jensen cupped the sides of her face in his big hands and held her there, fucking quickly into her tight mouth and spilling down her throat.

Y/N swallowed again and again until he softened on her tongue. She licked her lips and wiped at her chin when he pulled out, sighing with pleasure as he slumped on the wall.

“Goddamn.”

“You ain’t kidding.”

They redressed in silence, now and then casting a side-eye at the other.

When they were together, Jensen smiled kindly and opened the door, stepping aside to let her through.

“Such a gentleman,” she laughed.

Jensen clicked his tongue. “Not so much.”

“Apparently.”

The lights seemed extra bright and conversation was awkward. They tried not to meet each other’s gaze, but it was hard not to. Thankfully, anything and everything could be edited and left on the cutting room floor.

“Final question, Jensen,” Y/N announced; a smile in her perky voice.

Jensen folded his hands in his lap and smiled. “Shoot.”

“Anything you’d like to say to your biggest fans out there? You are the King after all.”

The laugh caught him by surprise, nearly choking him. “Well…”

He blushed again when their eyes met, but Jensen was nothing if not a professional. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, staring deep into the camera. No matter what he was about to say, it would go over big-time. That was the thing about Jensen, you couldn’t help but love him...

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :  𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨��𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟐𝐤+

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲? 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞?

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬...

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Let's go back to the summer night

When we met eyes, it's like a movie line

Kissin' underneath the city lights

The Outer Banks movie night was and still is one of the oldest tradition of your town. It's one of the few occasions where kooks and pogues are peacefully reunited. Just like last year,  when your family had moved in the neighborhood between Figure Eight and the Cut, you are joyfully attending the movie night presentation which has the 60's for theme. It’s a decade that has always fascinated you, whether it is for the colourful fashion, the music of the King or the golden years of your idol and role model Audrey Hepburn. 

“The first movie is Grease!” Your best friend Tara joyfully says as she sits next to you on the blanket with the presentation leaflet in her hand.

“It doesn't even take place in the '60s!” You exclaim, a little bit offended.

"Doesn't matter, it's a good movie."

"Plus, John Travolta is hot as hell." Adds Ashley, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Who's hot as hell? Me?"

Kelce, as usual, makes you and the two girls burst out laughing with his casual comments. You met him a few weeks ago after Ashley finally decided to introduce you to her boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for a few months already, but she was afraid you wouldn't like her boyfriend, knowing your mistrust of the people of Figure Eight. At first, you had found him pretentious and boastful, like most kooks, but after a few hours of talking and getting to know him, your first impression was all gone.

"Are the boys coming?" Ashley asks in the ear of Kelce to keep you and Tara from hearing, but it's a total loss; the girl is the worst whisperer ever.

"What boys?" You ask, curious.

"Oh, um, I asked Kelce to invite Rafe and Topper so you wouldn't be the third wheel, you know.

"Ashley!" You and Tara both scream at the same time. "You need to stop this!"

“Stop what?”

"Stop pretending to be Cupid!" You shoutback, rolling your eyes.

"I promise you, girls, they're super nice and perfect for both of you!"

"Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it." You answer, still sceptical, before getting up. “I'm gonna go get some popcorn.”

The waiting line is not very long, it is mainly children in need of sugar who are impatient to buy their cotton candy with their little coupons given by a bored woman at the entrance. You giggle at the sight of a young boy whose face is covered by the pink sticky candy. It goes all the way up to his hair and you can't help but think of his poor parents who will have to clean everything up before putting him to bed tonight. 

"What are you laughing at?"

The voice belongs to a boy on your right who looks a few years older than you. He's got light brown hair that are mostly covered by a backward cap. His bluish gaze details your face, causing you to blush a little. You cannot deny that he is good looking.

“I was laughing at the little boy right there." You answer him by discreetly pointing the boy.

A smile that would make any girl fall slips into the corners of his lips.

"He looks funny."

You smile in response and walk up to the order booth, purchasing three bags of popcorn for you and your friends. 

"I guess I'll see you around." You say to the blue eyed guy when you turn back around.

“I hope so." He winks. 

You go back to where your friends are sitting on the grass, unable to repress the stupid smile on your lips. You soon realize your place is taken by a young man with brown hair, obviously one of Kelce's friends.

“Y/n, that’s Topper.” Tara introduces you and you can see the stars shining in her eyes when she looks at the boy.

Looks like someone's already found their prey, you think without saying a word to avoid ruining your friend's chances with him.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley's told us a lot about you.” He says with a nice smile.

"Oh, I have no doubt, she can't keep her mouth shut, can she?"

Ashley tries to hit you, but you duck and laugh at her until you bump into something hard. You look up to meet two familiar blue eyes. 

“We're already bumping into each other. Took less time than I thought.” He says before you take a step back, feeling his arm sliding on your hip. 

You didn't even realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you from losing your balance.

“Rafe, you know Y/n?" Kelce asks the boy.

“I met her in the waiting line.” He responds before bringing his gaze back to you. "I didn't know you were a friend of Ashley's."

“And I didn’t know you were a friend of Kelce.”

"Well, don't just stand there, the movie's about to start! Ashley exclaims. "Here, there's two more places on this blanket."

“What a coincidence.” He whispers to your ear with a smile as you sit cross-legged next to him. 

You laugh, subtlety has never been your friend's strength. Rafe lies down on his back, standing on his elbows to see the giant screen. The familiar music from the beginning of Grease echoes through the loudspeakers, silencing the spectators. You can't help but observe the boy on your right. The sleeves of his sweater that fit his biceps perfectly, the little strand of rebellious hair that keeps falling out in front of his eyes even though he puts it back in place every time, the cheeky smile at the corner of his lips as he thinks he's stealing a popcorn from you without you realizing it. 

As Dany and Sandy are rocking on the dance floor, you feel a hand on your thigh. With his eyes still fixed on the screen, Rafe pretends not to pay attention to you even though he knows very well that your eyes are on him.

You take a sight at your two friends who are in an intense make-out session with their boys.

"Looks like we're the only decent ones." Rafe whispers to you, making you giggle. 

"Or the only stuck-up ones." You add with a mocking smile. 

"Did you really just call me uptight?" He asks pretending to be offended by your comment. 

“Maybe.”

"Well, I'm gonna prove you wrong."

His hand slips into the back of your neck and he gently makes your head lean down towards him. Your lips press down on his; they are soft and taste like salted butter. His fingertips gently brushes your skin at the back of your neck as you rest on of your hand on his arm, sending shiver through your spine. He amplifies the kiss by sliding his tongue against yours, tasting every part of your mouth as if it was an exquisite desert. Your lips move at the same rhythm, attacking the other in order to taste them more and more. You separate, lips swelled and glossy.

“Still uptight in your opinion?"

“Hmm, I'm still not completely convinced. I think I need another demonstration." You tease Rafe and he pulls you back to him with a mocking smile on his lips.

But now you're laying in another guy's arms

'Cause I'm all gone

But when you look in his eyes

Do you think of mine?

And when you look at that smile

Do I cross your mind?

I know in your head

You see me instead

It would have made a year today. A year that you would have been happy together if he hadn't chosen to spend the night in your bed with another girl five months ago. A tear slides down your cheek as you look back on all your beautiful moments. The first time he told you he loved you, the time you took a road trip on a whim, the first time you went further than a kiss; it all went up in smoke when you opened the door to his room and saw him over a woman's body that wasn't yours. You remember very well how you felt your heart being ripped out when you saw his shocked face when he heard your angry screams mixed with the moaning of the blonde girl he was fucking in your bed.

"Babe, are you ready to go?" Will asks you from your room.

"Yeah yeah, just give me a sec." You wipe the tears off your cheeks and sigh at the reflection of yourself in the bathroom mirror before instinctively grabbing your coconut lip balm; Rafe's favorite one.

Electronic-style music can be heard all the way to the end of the boneyard, the place of choice for kegger parties. Like all parties organized by John B and his crew, this one is a complete success. You're sitting on a log, your head resting on Will's shoulder as he gently runs his hand over your back. He's literally an angel fallen from heaven. You met two weeks after your catastrophic breakup with Rafe. You were a mess, dressed in your oldest clothes. Your parents had forced you to go out, as they couldn't bear to see you moping in bed listening to Grease over and over again. You were a few blocks away from your house when you saw him kneeling on the sidewalk next to a little girl who had most likely just fallen off her pink bicycle. Your heart had melted when you saw him holding the little girl in his arms to comfort her, rubbing his hand on her back. Your gazes had crossed and he had smiled at you, making you blush up to your ears. Three months later, here you are together and happier than ever, at least, in his mind.

"Babe, I'm gonna go get another drink." You kiss him on the cheek before you get up.

You sneak among the bodies that sway on the sand to the rhythm of the music. As you are about to reach the keg where JJ is, a hand closes on your wrist and pulls you towards the wood without you having time to react. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet his, filled with rage. 

"What the fuck Rafe?!" You shout to the boy who just let you go of his grip.

"I see you found a good rebound." He tells you, completely ignoring your question.

"He's not a rebound; he's my boyfriend." 

Rafe lets out a fake laugh as you cross your arms and defy his gaze.

"Yeah, sure. I bet you still think about me when he fucks you."

You sigh heavily, not even surprised by his comment. Rafe was always straightforward and harsh during your arguments and that doesn't seem to have changed.

"Just to remind you, you're the one who cheated on me!” You snap back to him.

He says nothing, furiously running his hand through his tousled hair despite the gel. He had stopped wearing gel when you were together after you told him you loved his messy hair. His nostrils swell under his heavy breathing. 

"We don't know what to say, do we, Mr. Cameron?" You toss to him before you start to walk away, but you are stopped by his hands grasping your hips. He quickly turns you over, colliding your bodies together while his lips crash hard against yours. You try to step back, to be reasonable, but the alcohol in your blood and the familiar smell of his cologne keep you from doing so. Your thoughts are clouded by his soft lips brushing against yours, you missed it, you missed him. His hands pulls you closer to him, you could feel the air being knocked from your lungs. The feeling of his tongue tugging on your lips make you moan and you can feel the cocky smirk on his lips. He doesn’t even wait for you to grant him access and slides his tongue in your mouth to meet yours. Realizing what you're doing, you push him away. The guilt overwhelms you as you think about Will who’s inevitably wondering where you've been all this time. 

"It-it was a mistake." You breath out before walking away from him.

"We both know it wasn't, Y/n. Stop lying to yourself!" You hear him shouting at you, but you do not turn around, not wanting him to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

And I'll admit that I sometimes, maybe, might

Think about you at night, well, almost every night

No matter how I try to hide

And erase you from my mind

I'm dying

To find a lookalike

The thin black fabric of your dress adjusts to your every curve up to your mid-thighs. The long sleeves are made of a partially transparent and you are wearing a pair of high heels in the same color as your dress. 

"It looks like you're on your way to a funeral." Your mother notices when she sees you walking down the stairs.

"Well, it kind of is a funeral; you know I hate formal thing." You sigh on your way to your dad's car. 

"I know, sweetie, but it's an important moment for you father." 

"Don't worry, I'll be a good girl." You smile to her as she close the car door. 

When you arrive at the house, you’re not surprised to see an array of cars, each one more expensive than the next; the people in Figure Eight have no notion of excess spending, especially when it comes to the price of a car. Your heart beats at full speed when you set foot in the garden of the Johnsons, one of the most influential families on the island and whose father is Ward Cameron's good friend. It's been a year and a half since you and Rafe broke up and four months since you left Will. You couldn't keep lying to him about your feelings, he was the sweetest guy you'd ever been with, but you didn't love him. The breakup was handled in a mature way and you're still on good terms. 

"Y/n! You're so pretty my girl!" Ashley's voice takes you out of your thoughts as she hugs you. 

"Look at you! You're stunning! I bet Kelce will be speechless when he sees you.” 

"This is the goal I'm aiming for." She winks at you and grabs your hand, a more serious look on her face." You feel okay seeing Rafe again? If not, Tara and I can sit at a different table with you, Kelce and Topper will understand."

"No no, I'm not going to ruin your Midsummers because of my love stories. I'm a big girl and I can tolerate Rafe for one night." You assure her with a smile.

"Great! Come on, let's go find Tara."

You missed Topper and Kelce, they've been making you laugh ever since you sat with them at the table. There's no sign of Rafe yet, and that's perfect. You still get a twinge in your heart when you see the way Topper looks at Tara with stars in his eyes or when Ashley tenderly kisses Kelce. You miss it. As you take a sip of water, you spit it out almost instantly when you see him on the porch; not alone. 

He is wearing a grey suit matching with a white shirt of which he has unbuttoned the first two buttons. His hair is straightened backwards, it's grown a little longer since the last time you saw him. It's not so much his presence that makes you freeze, but rather the girl who’s standing beside him, her arm hooked to his; she looks exactly like you. You don't seem to be the only one who's noticed it by the questioning looks on Tara and Ashley's faces. Hand in hand, they make their way to your table and you don't deign to look up when they sit at the other end of the table near Kelce. You can't help but feel your chest tightening when he introduces Megan, the girl, as his girlfriend. Ashley clearly saw the change of expression on your face since she stands up and pats you on the shoulder.

"I have to go to the toilet, will you come with me?" 

You nod and get up, thanking her with a glance as you walk away from the table where the so-called girlfriend of Rafe literally devours his face. 

"I'm sorry, Y/n, if I'd known he was bringing a girl, I wouldn't have told you to sit with us." Ashley apologizes while you sit on the bed in the guest room with your face in your hands.

"You couldn't have known he was going to bring my long-lost twin." You sarcastically say.

"She's literally your lookalike." 

"I don't know whether to take it right or wrong." 

"I don't know either." She exhales and hugs you tightly. "I'm gonna go back to the table, but stay here and take your time and join us after."

You let yourself fall on your back on the cozy bed when Ashley close the door behind her and you let out a long sigh. You never thought that seeing Rafe with another girl would upset you so much, considering you've been broken up for over a year. With your eyes still closed, you don't react when you hear the door open again, being certain that it's Tara who comes to see if you're alright. 

"I'm fine Tara, don't worry about me." You whisper as you feel the mattress collapses to your left. 

She doesn't say anything, which surprises you a little, but you still don't open your eyes, being sure that tears will flow if you do. You then feel a hand resting on your belly and a face close to your ear where a deep voice sends shiver through your body.

"I'm not Tara." 

"What the-." You start, but you're quickly cut off by his lips crashing down on yours to shut you up. 

These lips, you could recognize them out of a thousand. Pulpy, a bit harsh and so skillful. His hands are grabbing your hips, almost too firmly. 

"Did you really think you could wear that dress in front of me and I wouldn't do anything about it?" Rafe groans, pulling slightly away from you. 

"I'm not wearing this dress for you." You manage to say, out of breath. 

"You're lying, baby girl." He looks deep into your eyes in a way that keeps you from staying sane. “I can't control myself when I see you in such a tight piece of clothes.”

He moves his hand up to your thigh, stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your dress.  Goosebumps are covering your skin. You're paralyzed; you want to feel him touch you like he used to do. A smirk makes his way to the corner of his lips when he feels you squirm as his hand slowly lift up your dress. He lays his fingers over your core still covered by the thin fabric, applying a little pressure on your clit.

"I bet you've never been this wet for Will." He whisper to your ear with his deep voice.

His wet lips drop into the hollow of your neck, sucking and biting your burning skin. You can't contain your moans when he blows on a sensitive spot that he previously licked. 

"I'm gonna drive you wild, baby girl." He rubs his palm over your covered core, focusing particularly and painfully on your ball of nerves. As you squirm under him, the bottom of your dress comes up, revealing your wet womanhood to him.

"You're not wearing panties? Naughty girl." 

His fingers slip easily between your dripping velvet slits as he bite your lower lip, making you whine. He adds pressure to your clit and you close your eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure running through your body. He lifts up your dress until it covers only your chest, your naked belly now at the mercy of his lips. His tongue sensually draws a line from the top of your belly to the upper part of your core, tickling you a little. You try to buck your hips up but he pins them firmly on the bed.

“I’m the one in control, baby girl.” He says and you nod.

“Please, Rafe.” You breath out. 

“Please what, princess?” 

“Make me feel good.” 

The color of his eyes changes, becoming a darker blue. He pushes your legs wide open, dipping  his head between them. The feeling of his tongue between your folds makes you see stars; he was the best at this and he was proudly aware of it. 

“Fuck Rafe.” You moan as his lips start to suck your bundle of nerves. You can feel him smirk while he slams his index and middle fingers into you without losing focus on your clit. The familiar knot in your lower stomach grows as he pumps faster and replace his mouth with his thumb and start to making eight figure shape on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“R-Rafe, I’m cumming!” You cry and he moves his lips back onto your core as your ride your orgasm. 

“Mmm, you taste like heaven.” Rafe hums on your sensible folds while your legs are still shaking from how hard he just made you cum. He licks his fingers without breaking your gaze. 

Kneeling on the bed between your legs as you sit yourself, he let his eager eyes running through your half-naked body. He grabs the hem of your dress, mumbling  a ‘we gotta take this off’ as he pass it over your head. Before he has time to do so, you unbutton his shirt and put your lips on his chest to mark it with a hickey like you used to do all the time. You unbuckle his black pants, pulling them down with his boxers. His hard cock springs out, pre-cum dripping from it and you grab his shaft with your hand, jerking it a couple times. He looks down at you, his lips partly open as you pump him. 

“You have angelic hands, baby.” He groans, letting his head fall backwards. You smile, loving to see how well you still pleasure him. 

"I wanna cum in you." He exhales, stopping your movement. He pushes you down back on the mattress, spreading your legs again. The tip of his cock rubs on your wet lips still sensitive from your last orgasm. Without warning, he push himself into you, wrenching a loud moan out of your mouth.

“You’re taking it so good.”He grunts, gripping your hips to slam deeper into your core. His hair, previously styled perfectly with gel, are now going over his eye as he looks down tp watch himself fuck you.

“You missed that huh,” he mutters. “Will never fucked you like that, didn’t he?.”

You don't say anything, moaning with pleasure as he hit your g-spot. 

“Answer me!" He orders you, his hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You try to keep your eyes open in spite of the electric jolts that run through your body when he slams and the sound of your skin colliding with his reaches your ear.

“Y-yes, fuck, fuck, you fulfill me better than he ever did!” You manage to scream out.

“That’s what I thought.” He grunts and you clench around him, rubbing your fingers over your clit as he pounds faster into you.

“Fuck baby girl, do it again.” You clench harder around him, making him drop his head in the crook of your neck as he moans your name. He digs his fingers into your hips, surely creating bruises on your skin. You rock your hips at the same pace as his, feeling his cock hit spots that makes your legs shake in pleasure.

“Fuck Rafe, your cock feels so good.” You moan. He lifts his thumb, brushing past your lower lip and you suck it, making him quicken his pace.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He tells you as he thrusts into you, replacing your hand by his on your clit. You cry out his name, releasing yourself on him.

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming!” He grunts and you tightly clench your walls around him, helping him release his cum inside of you. Rafe drops down next to your shaking body on the bed, his chest moving rapidly to the rhythm of his breathing.

"What about Megan?" You mumble, biting your lower lip. 

"She’s just your lookalike.” 

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Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 16: Please Don't Make Me Beg You To Stay

Tw: eating disorders, purging, drugs

Steve’s POV

The party raged around me, bodies moving all around me and music pounding so loud I could feel it in my chest, replacing the beat of my heart. Nancy has been acting weird lately, distant and cold, and she’d decided not to come to this party, leaving me to drink with my friends. We were having a pretty good time, getting drunk and joking around for a while.

But it didn't feel right.

I wandered away to the makeshift bar near the kitchen. I was mixing myself a drink when a girl walked up behind me and ran a hand over my shoulder. I turned around to meet her drunken gaze.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” she slurred.

I tried to turn her down, tell her I had a girlfriend, but the girl just kept babbling.

I tuned out her constant talking when I saw Cat stumble into the other side of the kitchen, holding her head as she slumped against the counter. I didn’t think anything of it when a guy I’d never seen before followed her, just someone she met checking on her I thought. When she slumped to the floor I watched the new guy join a couple other guys, all of them sneering to each other. They were like a pack of wolves, snapping their teeth as they watched their prey fall. A couple people paused to talk to her but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

I knew I should go to her but I didn't, just threw back my drink and turned to find another.

“She’ll be out any second,” a voice behind me sneered.

The pack loomed, staying far enough away from their leader to not startle the prey. Cat was starting to fade against the counter, struggling to keep her eyes open. When he hoisted her over his shoulder and started upstairs with her hanging limp, dread settled heavy in my gut. I quickly scanned for a head of blonde curls but didn’t see Billy anywhere near me.

Cause he hadn't been there.

I tried to walk away from the girl but was grabbed by the arm as she started to cry. I watched them all disappear upstairs and felt my mouth go dry. I desperately hoped for Billy to appear but knew he wouldn’t. It took a while for me to shake off the drunk girl to run up the stairs after them. When I worked up the courage to open the door my blood ran cold, like ice. The leader was on top of Cat, sliding her pants down her thighs. The pack loomed, salivating over their catch.

I announced my presence with a meager, “leave her alone.”

They turned on me, ready to devour me too.

“Hey man, private party,” the leader growled.

“She doesn’t want this, leave her alone,” I tried again.

One of the pack lept forward to shove me, “why don’t you fuck off? You don’t know what she wants.”

I bristled, squaring up to challenge them, “I know that she can’t walk or tell you what she wants when she’s passed out.”

The leader slid off Cat and met my challenge, offered a worse one, “we’ll let you join if you keep your fucking mouth shut.”

I gaped at him, “are you fucking serious? No! Get the hell out of here, you fucking assholes!”

He glared at me and reluctantly backed down.

“Whatever man,” he spat, “you can fucking have her.”

He shouldered past me, his crew all taking a turn to shove me as they followed him out of the room. The interaction left me feeling dirty, like they had left a mark on me that I would spend the next few days scrubbing at. I crossed the room to the bed and grabbed Cat’s shoulders to shake her. She didn’t respond, her entire body was limp in my hands.

Too much to drink, I thought.

I gently wiggled her pants back up her hipbones, over the scars and scabs that littered them. Scooped her up and carried her back downstairs, past the leering pack and out to my car to bring her back to my house to sleep it off.

I woke up with Cat curled into my side. When I looked over at her and saw her sunken, frail frame, I realized that I had been dreaming. Dreaming about what I wished had happened that night instead of what actually happened. A weight settled over me. A weight dragging me down into an endless ocean.

An ocean of should of's and could of's.

Of guilt.

Because it's my fault.

If I hadn’t been so caught up in myself I could have done something, I could have stopped her from being drugged in the first place. I should have tried harder to keep an eye on her. I failed Cat when she needed me most and I was failing her now as she got sicker and sicker.

I dont know what to do anymore, how to help, how to quit being a failure.

--

I woke again later in the morning to Cat rummaging loudly through a box just outside my bedroom door. I could just barely see her, sitting in the doorway pulling on strings of lights.

"Cat?"

She scrambled up, "oh! You’re awake! Did I wake you up? I was trying to be quiet."

"What are you doing?"

She smiled, holding up a string of lights, "I found some lights, I thought we could hang them up over the bed. It'll be cute."

I nodded, slightly confused, "yeah..okay, I can do that..where did you find those?"

"I made breakfast too! Get up so we can go shopping!"

"Shopping?"

"Yeah," she skipped and jumped to sit on the edge of the bed, "remember? For the dance?"

I nodded, sitting up, "right. Yeah, okay."

--

"I've never been in the city," Cat beamed, looking at all the stores lining the street.

I pulled to the side of the road, in front of a little boutique. Large windows boasted racks full of dresses and suits.

"Can we get coffee, Stevie?" Cat asked, pointing at the little Cafe across the street.

"Did you eat anything this morning?"

"Yeah, before you got up."

For a second, I could look at her smiling and let myself believe her.

She was running across the road before I could answer. Didn't look for cars, just dashed out.

"Cat!" I yelled.

"Come on, slow poke!" She yelled back, laughing from the sidewalk.

--

"Young Mr. Harrington," a woman beamed when we walked into the boutique, "how's your father? I haven't seen him in a while."

I smiled tightly, "he's fine, Tam. Busy."

"Good, good," she nodded, coming around the counter, "what can I help you with?"

Cat linked her arm in mine, "looking for a dress. And Steve here needs a new shirt."

"Will this be on your father's account?"

"No, I have money," Cat protested.

"Put it on his account. I need my jacket tailored too," I held up the jacket in my other arm.

Cat spun to me, "Stevie, I can-"

I shook my head, "really, it's okay. He doesn't care. Probably won't even notice. Lead the way, Tam."

Tammy nodded, leading us through the racks. Rows upon rows of billowing tulle and shining sequins. Soft silks and delicate lace.

Cat loaded her arms with as many dresses as she could carry and eagerly followed Tammy to a changing room.

Tammy pulled the curtain closed and came over to me, "another brunette, you certainly have a type."

I scrunched my eyebrows, confused, "huh?"

"I like this one, she's pretty. Much nicer than that last one I saw you with. What was her name again? Nina? Natasha?"

"Nancy," I answered, dryly.

"Nancy! Yeah, she didn't seem like a very nice girl. Not right for you."

I was about to protest when Cat called from the change room, "zip me, please?"

Tammy hurried behind the curtain and Cat walked out a moment later in a bright red dress. Tulle poofing up from her shoulders and layering down the skirt. It engulfed and swallowed Cat like flames.

"What do you think?" Tammy asked, smoothing her hands over the offending fabric.

"It's...something," I murmured, trying to control my expression.

Cat turned and burst out laughed looking at herself in the mirror, "oh no, this is terrible," she clapped a hand over her mouth, "I'm sorry! It's just not good on me!"

Tammy smiled gently, "don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not the designer. Let's try a different one."

An hour later we were on our way home, a new shirt, dress and shoes wrapped in boxes in the backseat.

-- a week later

"You sure you don't want to come pick up my jacket with me?" I asked.

Cat smiled and shook her head, "I'm okay, I'll spend some time with Rocky. Maybe go home for some stuff."

"Okay, I'll be back in a couple hours."

--

I came back to find a quiet house and a half eaten chocolate cake in the kitchen.

"Cat?" I called, tossing my suit jacket over a chair.

A fork with smeared remnants of icing gleamed next to the paper box.

A distant, painful retch perked my ears. I followed it through the house. Through the shadows of my parents unlit room. Following the thin strip of yellow light coming from under their bathroom door.

"Cat?"

Another retch and a sobbed, "fuck!"

I pushed the door open, "are you sick?"

She was kneeling in front of the toilet, one arm bent to brace herself and choking on the middle two fingers of her other hand.

I froze for a moment, "what the?"

"It won't come out," she cried, "it's stuck."

Her fingers were raw and irritated from being pushed down her throat.

"It won't come out, I can feel it."

She was shaking, fingers trembling against pink, slick lips. Tears sprung to my eyes, disappointed, angry and confused. My mouth opened and closed, lost for words. She pushed her fingers forward, gagging when nails scratched the back of her throat.

"Don't," I whispered.

She hesitated, "I can feel it, I need it out. I didn't mean to...I was so good."

Broken eyes met mine. Shameful before they scrunched closed and she dry heaved into the toilet. I shut my eyes tight, turning away from the door and leaving my parents room.

--

I hadn't moved from my spot near the pool. Just sat staring into the crystal blue water. The way it lapped lightly at my ankles. The way the stars reflected on the surface and danced when a stray tear fell.

The patio door slid open and shut behind me. Soft feet padding out onto the stone. I sniffed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand.

"Stevie," she rasped.

A new round of tears burned like acid.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I..I don't..."

I whirled around to face her, splashing water when I hurried to stand. Her eyes hardened when she flinched.

"What the fuck was that!" I yelled, "how could you do that to me! You were fine yesterday, what the hell happened?!"

"N-nothing."

"Nothing?" I scoffed.

"Yeah, nothing," she ground out, chin wavering even with her teeth clenched.

The lying stung almost worse than the truth.

"How can you stand there and lie to me?!"

She looked away, lips tightening.

"It's like you're trying to fuck this up."

Cat stood quiet, swallowing thickly.

"Is that it? You want to be sick? You want to push everyone away so you can pretend nobody cares and try to kill yourself again?"

Her eyebrows twitched, angry. Nostrils flared while she searched for the words to hurt me.

"I don't love you."

I was taken aback. Confused and hurt.

"I don't love you, Steve. And we're not in a fucking relationship," she spat venom, closing off, "I know you think you're my knight in shining armor but you can't save me."

"Fuck you," I growled.

"Your parents left, Nancy left. Nobody stays. Do you ever think maybe it's your fault?"

Yes.

All the time.

I hold people too close until they suffocate and leave.

I scoffed, sharp words falling from my lips before I could think, "tell me again where your parents are? You pushed Billy away. I'm the only one you have left. You need me."

"I don't need you. I never needed you!"

"Then leave!" I shouted, "my life would be a lot fucking easier!"

Hurt flashed behind her eyes before she turned and stomped away.

--

Tommy’s POV

Booze flowed, bottles passed and plastic cups emptied. Cigarettes and joints created a blue haze above us all. Flashing lights and thumping music disoriented the senses further.

Sweat dripped down foreheads, mixing into the sticky floor.

White powder covered a table in the middle of the room. Dusted noses.

Glimpses of familiar faces made it through the haze. Carol laughing, wild and free. Dancing out of sight. That girl I saw with Steve, Billy's girl. Cat? Chugging from a clear bottle. Leaning over the table.

"Tommy!" Carol yelled, snapping me back to reality.

I was in the backyard, lying face up in the grass. I smiled lazily up at her.

"You look beautiful," I mumbled.

Pink bloomed in her cheeks, "Tommy, you've been gone for hours. What happened?"

I laughed, "hours? Wow.."

"Tommy," she snapped, "get it together. We have a problem."

--

“Hall?” Billy grumbled over the phone.

“What?

He huffed loudly, “keep an eye on her until someone gets her?”

I sighed, “yeah, sure, okay.”

I hung up and looked back at Carol, "he can't get her."

"Fuck, try...try Steve maybe? I'm gunna try to talk to her."

--

I led Steve through the house to the bathroom upstairs, furthest from the noise.

"Carol pulled her away from a bunch of creeps, brought her up here to calm down a little."

Carol leaned against the bathroom door, knocking loudly.

"Carol? What's going on?"

"She flipped. Pushed me out and locked the door."

Steve sighed, "thanks, guys. I'll take care of her."

@charmed-asylum

[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Hoping for Home Ch. 10.1 - Everything has Changed

Summary: Sixteen years ago Libby Scott was supposed to become Queen of Cordonia, but Fate had other plans. Catch up here.

A/N: As always please let me know if you wish to be added or removed from the tags!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the TRR characters, they own me.

Song Rec  for this Chapter: “Everything has Changed” by Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

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                    Cordonian safe house - 16 years ago

      Libby brought the roll of gauze to her lips, crudely ripping it with her teeth before tucking the end into the makeshift bandage she'd made for Drake.

    "Do you remember the last time I patched you up after a fight?" she asked.

    "How could I forget?" Drake snorted. His eyes grew stormy and his body stiffened as the memory washed over him. 

   "I've got a couple of regrets in life, but punching Tariq after what I saw that night...not one of 'em."

    "We thought out problems were big then."

    "Scott...taking a hit for you was as worth it then as it was tonight."

     Libby's jaw went slack but she corrected it directly. Her fingers were still trembling a bit as she ripped off a piece of medical tape, securing the spot she'd just tucked in. 

     "How's that?" She squeaked through her dry throat.

   "Good as new. You did great."

   "Drake, I owe you my life. If you ever need anything-"

    "Nah, you just owe me a shot. Though, for the record, I prefer whiskey to bullets."

   Libby placed her hand on Drake's knee, brow furrowed.

    "I'm serious, Walker. I've never had a friend that would take a bullet for me. It….it means a lot."

     His eyes snapped to her delicate fingers and she jerked her hand back, embarrassed. 

    "I've always got your back, Scott, no matter the stakes."

    "I know, it's just….I've never...had that...before. I've always just had to, ya know...rely on me." Libby rubbed her knees together awkwardly, eyes fixed on the floor.

    Drake's calloused hand covered hers and she turned her head to look at him. 

    "Not anymore. You can always count on me." 

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    Valtoria, Cordonia - present day

     "Superfecundation," Hana explained matter-of-factly.

     "It's the fertilization of two ova by the sperm from separate acts of...well you know. It's rare, and usually it just leads to run of the mill fraternal twins since the father is generally the same man.."

      Libby shook her head and stared down at the callused hand she was holding. Sometime during her flood of emotions she'd grabbed hold of Drake's hand and now, she noticed, she was gripping it with white knuckles. 

    "Sorry, Walker." She said softly, loosening her grip but not letting go.

    "S'okay." He replied, patting her forearm.

     "So we're half-siblings?" Emma's eyes were wide, holding her brother's gaze.

   "It would appear so." Liam clarified.

    Olivia shook her head. "Leave it to you, Libby, I swear. Only you could manage such a rare occurrence."

   She chuckled, waving her hand dismissively.

     "Well it's not like she was trying," Maxwell defended.

    "I'm...I'm so sorry. To everyone. Emma, Will...I,"  Libby took a step towards her children, grasping each one by the hand.

     "You don't have to apologize, Mom. Now we know, and that's all I care about." Will answered. He turned to face Maxwell. 

        "So should I call you Dad?" 

     Maxwell's eyes went wide and he exhaled loudly.

     "I'm...okay with that, but I mean it's not a requirement of you aren't...okay with...that."

     Will nodded, "I think I'd like to."

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Libby rested her elbows on the smooth stone of her balcony rail, staring out into the Valtorian countryside. The wind whipped her long locks across her face obscuring her view, but she didn't seem to notice. Tears played at the edges of her eyes.

     For almost two decades she had  avoided thinking about who had fathered her children. She had done her absolute best to put Cordonia far behind her.

   From the moment she'd stepped off the plane with Drake and Maxwell all those years ago, Cordonia had changed her. Something about this place made her feel reckless. It did then and the longer she was here the more she could feel it now.

     She'd allowed herself to get swept away by it's charm and the trappings of courtly life and something about it all had made her love too freely. 

     She most assuredly was not naive enough to believe that after all this time she was still in love with either Maxwell or Liam - she didn't even know who they were anymore, honestly - and yet she found herself in an all too familiar predicament.

    When Liam was around, her heart would race. Her palms would sweat and she could feel herself getting pulled into him. It was intoxicating, as if she would give her whole self to him if he asked, even knowing she'd regret it the next second.

    Then there was Maxwell. She longed for him. Pined for him like a lost puppy. Just the sight of him across the room made her breathing hitch. It made her head fuzzy and clouded her judgement.

    She would give up her life for him, unequivocally. There was nothing stopping them now from running off into the sunset like they had wanted to years ago, but maybe it was too late for that. 

    Liam was married and she had no idea where Maxwell stood and those were the facts.

    To complicate things further, adult Libby - who should have matured enough to not give in to her every whim - had this thing with Drake. 

    What was that? A thing. She had sought refuge from her life several times with Drake over the last two months, but that's all it was right? A distraction.

    She buried her face in her hands.

   "Fuck your love life, Elizabeth. This isn't about you. It's about your children. Stop acting like a thirteen year old girl at a school dance." She thought.

     "Am I interrupting?" Drake's voice broke Libby from her thoughts and she spun on her heels, her skirt flying around her knees.

     "Jesus, Walker you almost gave me a heart attack."

    Drake snorted, jamming his hands in his pants. "I have been known to have that effect on people." 

    Libby rolled her eyes and turned back to her view.

    "How ya holding up?"

    "I'm okay. It's a lot to digest, but I'm glad that we know, ya know? So many more questions now, though."

He nodded silently, sidling up next to her. 

    "I guess you're gonna stay then? I mean you're out of your mind if you think Liam is gonna let you take Emma out of here now."

     Libby glanced at him. "But you're gonna go back to the states…"

    "That's the plan. I mean I may want to stick around until everyone is settled. Lend a hand where I can."

       "Is it as exhausting as it sounds to feel totally responsible for everyone and everything around you at all times?"

     A brief memory of camping in France washed over her. She had teased Drake, as had the rest of their motley crew, for being so bossy. She had begged him to relax and enjoy the view. 

     She grinned remembering it as he appeared to be relishing the view from her balcony now.

     "You're not funny, Scott." He said it with a straight face, but Libby heard the levity. 

             That evening Emma stood in front of the boutique mirror. As she stared at her reflection with one eyebrow cocked, she smoothed the front of her simple burgundy ball gown. This was her life now, forever. She was a crowned princess. 

     She heard someone from behind her clear their throat and she turned her head. 

    "Hey Abel."

     "Your Majesty," the young man dipped into a bow.

     "Please," the princess rolled her eyes. "Don't you start."

      Abel peered up at her with a wide grin, wiggling his eyebrows. 

      Emma giggled. "Do you think they'll accept me? I mean….I am basically a foreigner...and a bastard. Do you think people will accept me as their future queen?" 

     "Forget that bastard talk. The king won't allow it, I'm sure. You are his daughter, Em. He hasn't stopped smiiling about it since this morning. The people will accept you because their King and Queen accept you."

     Emma sighed. "I thought fitting in at my high school was tough."

      "Knock knock." 

     The pair faced the door to find Bartie and Will sauntering in.

     "Another day another ball, amirite?" Bartie snarked.

     "I suppose we'd better get used to it." Emma concurred. 

    "What's this one for again?" Will asked.

     Abel cleared his throat, "this is the Festival of Lights. Since my parents have been running this duchy in your mother's absence I haven't missed one yet and it's my favorite. Although I'm probably biased."

     "Basically the whole duchy sends off paper lanterns," Bartie explained. "When you let it go you make a wish for your future."

    "But you also must let go of something from your past." Mckenzie finished, rounding the corner. "And speaking of your past….I just heard Dad and Libby talking about a press conference or something tonight. I don't think King Liam wants to wait to tell the world about the results."

    Will looked at his sister who turned away.

    "That doesn't seem very fair. What if we aren't ready for that."

     Emma wiped a nervous tear from her cheek. "Guess we'd better get ready real fast." 

    Will shook his head. "Fuck that."

     He turned, stalking towards the door. 

     "Where are you going?" His sister called.

       "To find my parents. And to have a word with your father."

[flora-jimin]

Those Long Nights (1/2)

AO3 Link

Relationship: Hoseok x OFC, Endgame Min Yoonji x Hoseok

WC:2.7k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut (in ch 2)

Tags: College Au, Fem!Yoongi, Breakups, Pining

TW: Breakups, Relationship Anxieties

A/N: Lordy it’s been forever since I posted a BTS work. I probably got quietly booted from my nets pls lmk if I did I’m sorry yeet but I’m back this one one has been sitting in the drafts forver, so I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter 2

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“One, two, three-”

“Oh, sorry, sorry I went the wrong way. Can we start from the top again?”

A sigh.

“Yeah. One more time from the beginning, Hobi. One, two, three four, step, turn, st-” There was a series of noises, and the other members of the BTS dance squad looked up, cringing as Yoonji and Hoseok nearly fell over one another. The short woman paused, taking a long, collecting breath so she wouldn’t flip her lid before she looked up at Hoseok, cat-like eyes narrowed.

“Jung Hoseok.” Her jaw ticked in annoyance as she locked him down with her gaze, crossing her hands over her chest as he shrunk back, eyes fixed at his feet.

“I-I’m sorry, guys, I guess I’m not feeling too hot today.” He admitted, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at his phone after taking a long swig of water from his bottle, his lips pulling into a tight line before a frustrated sigh left his lips.

“I think I’m gonna head home. I’m sorry for fucking up the Run, I’ll try not to be so distracted next time. Don’t worry, I should have something for BTS at the next Run, alright? I’ll be leaving first.” He apologized, bowing low to his best friends as he ducked out of the room before any of them could stop him.

BTS, or Beyond the Scene, was the top dance crew at the Bighit School of the Performing Arts.

The six-man, one-woman group had near-perfect synergy with one another, playing off of each other's strengths and specialties to put on breathtaking performances. They often held “Run” practices, where Hoseok-the primary brain behind their choreography-would try and make up bits and pieces with Yoonji-who also came up with a lot of the concepts behind their routines- often producing music for the seven to dance to.

Until recently, everything had always gone smoothly at BTS Runs, but lately, Hoseok had been getting distracted and it was beginning to show with his lack of focus during his dancing.

Yoonji crossed her arms, shaking her head as she watched Hoseok’s brunette head disappear down the crowded halls.

“So...My money’s on the girlfriend.” Jin was the first to speak after a minute or two of awkward silence, stretching his arms over his head. Namjoon frowned, elbowing him in the side lightly.

He arched a brow.

“What? You know I’m right.” He huffed as Jimin hummed in agreement from his spot on the floor, his head resting in Jungkook’s lap as the two Busan boys rested nearby. Taehyung, who was lying sprawled out on the floor like a starfish, lifted his head, lightly wiggling the tips of his feet.

“I thought he really liked her? What was her name again?” He inquired.

“Kim Yoon Seo.” Yoonji answered, stepping over his legs as she moved to her duffle bag, grabbing a sports drink to quench her thirst. There was a mumble amongst the boys, as the name did ring a bell.

Kim Yoon Seo was one of their underclassmen, being in the same year as Taehyung and Jungkook. Her and Hoseok had started dating a few months ago-munch to Yoonji’s displeasure, though she would never admit it to anyone-and the two had been close ever since.

Or, that’s what it looked like at first.

“So...who’s gonna be the one to actually drag him by the heart-shaped ear and make him spill the beans? We can’t keep letting him pretend he’s okay when we all know he’s not.” Jungkook sighed, his fingers idly running through Jimin’s bubblegum pink hair.

There was a silence that stretched in the room, the only sound really being the crinkle of Yoonji’s drink bottle as she finished downing it, wiping her lips. She noticed the silence and looked over her shoulder, finding five pairs of eyes locked on her form.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why do I have to be the one? You all know I’m not exactly good with my words and this is clearly a sensitive matter.” She put a hand on her hip, pointing at Namjoon.

“You’re the leader, Joon. Why can’t you do it?” She huffed. Namjoon scratched his head.

“Well, you guys technically nominated me as the leader because Jin and Hobi hyung didn’t want all of the “not fun” responsibilities and you didn’t want to be the one that had to, and I quote: “Keep you group of idiots in line 24/7”. Besides, you live right next to him. You two even come to school together.”

Yoonji clicked her tongue in annoyance before she sighed and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll do my best, but I won’t promise you anything.” She picked her duffle bag up and the boys all got on their feet as well. Jin clapped her on the shoulder, smiling wide at her as they filed out of the room.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Yoon. You may not be the gentlest person with your words, but you still go above and beyond to help and that’s what counts. We don’t call you ‘Suga’ for nothing.” He beamed.

“You call me Suga because I told you to.” She reminded him, arching a brow. Jin tipped his head back, laughing joyously as he walked out of the room.

“Details, details.”

-Later-

Yoonji smiled as she dropped her duffle bag to the floor once she closed the door to her apartment, listening to the sound of claws on tile as her dog Min Holly came scurrying across the apartment to happily yip and bark at her feet.

She toed her shoes off, striding into her home, turning on lights as she went, all while Holly followed close behind, making a point to nudge her calves with every other step.

“I don’t know whether you’re happy to see me because you love me or because I give you food.” The Daegu dancer quipped, a small, knowing smirk coming to her face when Holly’s ears went up at the word ‘food’. She made her way to the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a little cookie-shaped plastic container. Holly yipped, bouncing up and down as he watched his owner like a hawk.

He sat, he jumped, he walked in a circle, all to get Yoonji to move faster.

Yoonji knelt down, shaking the cookie-shaped container.

“Well, Holly-ya? Do you want Shooky to give you dinner?” She cooed, shaking ‘Shooky’ around so Holly knew there was food inside. He sat down obediently, pawing at Shooky’s head before letting out a small bark before waiting.

Satisfied, Yoonji screwed off the cap, pouring some food into Holly’s bowl before putting Shooky back into the cabinet, leaving her beloved dog to eat in peace.

She sat down heavily on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, chewing on her thumbnail as she tried to think of how to approach Hobi. It was never a problem before with her bringing up concerns to him, as all of BTS were very close friends. They all cared deeply for each other.

In Yoonji’s case, she cared a bit too deeply for Hoseok.

She wasn’t sure when exactly she started seeing one of her best friends as more than that, but it was the very reason she couldn’t bring herself to stop Hoseok from dating Yoon Seo when he came to their group one practice, ecstatic because the girl confessed to him one spring day. Yoonji had bit back a protest with a fake smile, ignoring the concerned looks from the other BTS dancers.

Apparently the other five had caught onto her growing feelings for their lead dancer before she even realized them.

Her train of thought was cut off by Holly bounding into the living room, barking excitedly before looking at the door that led to the balcony. She stood, her socks sinking into the plush carpet under her feet as she made her way to the door, sliding it open to stick her head outside.

She could hear the sound of sniffling and shaky breathing and her heart dropped, stepping fully into the night, looking to the left.

Sure enough, Hoseok’s curled up form was on the balcony right beside hers as he tried to keep the sound of his weak sobs to a minimum. Yoonji closed the door to her balcony, taking a couple of long strides to lean on the edge of her balcony.

“Hobi…?”

He startled, jolting and nearly throwing his phone across his own balcony. Hoseok looked up, wiping his eyes furiously to try to fruitlessly cover up the fact that he was crying.

“Aigoo! Yoongs I told you about sneaking up on me!” He scolded her half-heartedly, putting a hand over his heart. She frowned, studying his face quietly.

His nose and cheeks were cherry red and his eyes were puffy. The way he held his phone was a near white-knuckled grip and refused to meet her gaze broke her heart.

“Hobi, we need to talk.”

“I’m fine, Noona, it’s nothing-”

“Hoseok. You’re messing up more than normal during our Runs, you won’t eat with us after practice, and now you’re crying on your balcony at 9 at night. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you’re fine.” She scolded him fiercely, her eyes narrowing in such a way that made a shiver run down Hoseok’s spine. He looked down like a child that had gotten in trouble, idly rubbing his thumbs over the screen of his phone. Yoonji knew he was trying to find the words, so she waited, watching him like a hawk.

“Can...Can I come over and sit down to talk?”

Yoonji closed her eyes and exhaled for a moment before she nodded, pushing herself off of the railing.

“I’ll put some tea on and order some takeout.” was all she said before she left him be, walking back into her home. After she slid the glass door to the balcony closed, she leaned on it, running a hand down her face. She had no idea what was going on, but if Yoon Seo had done something to hurt Hoseok-

Yoonji let out a frustrated sigh, going back into the kitchen to put a pot of water to boil as she dialed a nearby restaurant to order chicken and lamb skewers. She moved to her cabinet, taking out two mugs from the colorful set she owned.

There was one for every member of BTS and an extra for Namjoon’s twin sister, Kim Amy. The young girl had the set made for the group as a present when they started their group and Yoonji had decided to hold onto it since she cooked a lot of meals for the boys when they decided to celebrate at home.

Yoonji had been so fond of her character ‘Shooky’, that she had some other dishes custom made with his smiling mischievous face on it. She grabbed her mug and the purple and blue horse one beside it. That one was Mang, Hoseok’s character.

She set the mugs down beside each other, settling a raspberry tea bag in each one. Her front door opened from somewhere behind her and she didn’t bat a lash. Hoseok had the key to her apartment and vice versa.

“Hey, Holly. You look so cute today, as always.” Hobi cooed, scratching the poodle behind the ears before he moved to sit at the dining room table.

“I’m here, Noona.”

Yoonji took a collecting breath, putting his mug in front of him before she set hers down on the other side of the table, sitting so she could look him in the eyes. He bowed slightly to thank her, moving his nervous hands to wrap around the mug, leaving his phone face down.

Yoonji studied him for a moment.

Hoseok often had trouble sitting still, but when he was upset, he always needed his hands to be busy or he’d breakdown. She let him fidget with the mug for a minute or so before she spoke.

“Okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Its….i-its Yoon Seo.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. Yoonji bit back the sly ‘no shit’ that was on the edge of her tongue, instead choosing to nod once to let him know she was listening and waiting for him to continue.

“Lately, she’s been pulling away from me. Spending less time with me, giving me less...attention…” He trailed off, and Yoonji could swear she watched him deflate as he muttered the last word.

“Aish, this is foolish. I sound like a loser-”

“Hoseok, if it’s bothering you, it’s not foolish to me. Tell me everything.” She pressed, reaching over to gently pat the top of his hands. He let out a shaky sigh, biting his lip.

“She doesn’t seem to want to do anything together anymore. I know she’s busy practicing and honestly so are we, so shouldn’t that make our free time more precious? She’ll go for hours ignoring me, but talk in the group chat with the other dancers. I just wish she would talk to me, y’know? If she needs space, I’ll give it to her. If she wants to spend extra time with her friends and family, obviously she has every right to but I...I don’t like being kept in the dark like this. Even when she does talk to me, she’s distracted or she seems annoyed with me even being there and I don’t know what to do.” Yoonji felt her lips part in a frown as tears welled up in Hoseok’s eyes.

“I feel like such a loser for being so sensitive. I probably sound like some attention hogging weirdo, don’t I?” He huffed out a humorless laugh, running his hand through his hair, pulling at the brunette locks. Yoonji stood and swatted his arm lightly to make him let go, frowning down at his sitting form.

“Hoseok, you’re her boyfriend. You have every right to want her to give you some more attention. If she’s making you feel like you’re a bother on her for wanting that much, she’s doing something wrong. Have you told her about how you feel?” She inquired, rubbing his shoulders for a moment before she went to take the boiling water off the stove. Hoseok sighed.

“I did. She said she didn’t know what I was talking about and that nothing had changed so I kind of...closed up after that. I started worrying about whether or not it really was my fault. Now I just...I don’t know. I feel like I’m going crazy.” The dancer admitted as Yoonji poured the water into both his and her mugs. Hoseok watched the magenta color bleed out off the tea bag, smiling as the raspberry scent wafted up into his nose.

Yoonji excused herself long enough to grab their takeout once the doorbell rang, hastily shoving a few large bills at the deliveryman and insisting that he keep the change so she could return to Hoseok.

Once the plates were served and the tea was diffused, the conversation died, with Hoseok momentarily forgetting his troubles as he ate happily. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, smiling slightly when she saw him relax for the first time since she found him on the balcony.

-Later-

“If you want me to talk to her, I will.” Yoonji’s quiet offer was almost too quiet for Hoseok to hear as the duo washed out their plates and mugs. His hands froze in the soapy water, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“R-Really? You’ll talk to Yoon Seo for me?” He perked, smiling so wide she could see one of his little dimples. Her heart stuttered and she looked away, drying her hands off with some paper towels.

It made her heart sink into her shoes at the hopeful look in his eyes, but she nodded, regardless.

The happiness and wellbeing of your best friend comes before your pining, Min Yoonji. Remember that.

She smiled despite the pang of hurt in her heart and put a damp hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll do it, no problem.”

Hoseok grinned wildly and pulled her into a hug, drawing a small, startled gasp from her as he spun her lightly.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much, noona!” He beamed. Yoonji bit her lip and pet his head lightly, standing on her tiptoes to fully reciprocate the hug.

“Yeah...I love you too, Hobi.”

[stoopsbookstore]

Countertop -M-

Synopsis- Seonghwa and Y/N are friends with benefits, who are too stubborn to admit their feelings for each other. A romp during a pool party leads to a jealous Seonghwa, Y/N getting tipsy and a countertop that should be cleaned.

Warnings- Sexual content, Tipsy sex, Unprotected sex, Jealously sex

Seonghwa was laying on the floor of his shared dorm room, the blanket on Yeosang's bed draped over him as he stared at Y/N who was pulling her shirt down, fixing her bra straps. The noises and shouts of a pool party hosted by the Ateez dance crew at the KQ clubhouse pounded through the door.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" Y/N reached for tbe doorknob, Seonghwa standing up his naked glory, "can you at least put on some pants?"

Seonghwa shrugged, wiggling his hips, his cock waving from side to side, "don't act as if you weren't just riding it."

Y/N rolled her eyes, annoyed by the clothes-less male who started looking for his boxers. He looked at Y/N, confused by the sudden coldness of the girl who was moaning out his name in pleasure.

"You know I'm joking, right?" Seonghwa pulled up his boxers, finally wearing a piece of fabric on his body, "Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

Y/N turned the knob and walked out of the room, running into Yeosang.

"Hey, Y/N!" Yeosang waved at the girl who blew right by in, walking into the room and seeing Seonghwa standing on his blanket, "Dude! My blanket again?!"

"Not now, Yeosang," Seonghwa ran his hand through his hand, "has Y/N said anything about me?"

"I remember her and Hongjoong talking about you. If I remember correctly, she said she has feelings for you, but knew that you just wanted to keep it just strictly physical, so he offered to take her on a date," Yeosang pulled the blanket from under the older male's feet, throwing it in the hamper as Seonghwa threw on a tank top and basketball shorts.

"I only wanted to keep it physical because I didn't know if I had feelings for her."

"And now you do? Oh now that Hongjoong fucked her, you want her?" Seonghwa's jaw hardened at the wide-eyed boy's vulgarity, "you want her just because Hongjoong does?"

"They fucked?" Seonghwa seemed shocked, one of his dormmates and girlfr- friend with benefits fucked, "when?"

"When you went out with Sua and Joy and proceeded to try and have a threesome with them, Joy left because she doesn't hook up like that, so you just ate Sua out. In the bathroom. With the door unlocked," Yeosang gave a pity pat to Seonghwa, who looked at the verge of punching a wall, "Better talk to her soon."

Y/N had walked into the kitchen, immediately grabbing 3 of Hongjoong's legendary Bomb-Pop flavored jello shots, throwing back as the aforementioned male walked towards her.

"Holy fuck, girl, calm down! There's plenty of more drinks to try," Hongjoong handed Y/N a light green drink, a minty smell lightly whiffing in the air, "it's a mint julep, preapred by yours truly."

"Thanks Hongie, but I think I'm going to stick with a classic Bomb-Pop," Y/N threw another back, Hongjoong throwing his arm around her, fiddling with her plaid mini-skirt as she chugged the mint julep for earlier.

"Let me guess, Seonghw issues?" Hongjoong put his head on Y/N's shoulder, another shot going in her mouth, an attempt at one more shot Hongjoong intercepted, "You should take it easy now."

Y/N leaned on the counter, watching San and Sana battle Umji and Mingyu in a chicken fight, stirring the ice of the mint julep.

"My opinion, just do what he's doing," Hongjoong leaned on the counter, mimicking Y/N, "he fucks around and expects you to be waiting for him on your knees, mouth opened, legs spread, vibrator on your clit? No. At least when I fuck around, I never promise anyone anything."

Y/N elbowed Hongjoong, "At least you're honest about being a fuckboi. You fuck and leave."

"Unless it's you, then I'll cuddle," stifling a laugh, Hongjoong rubbed Y/N's back, leaning on her shoulder and nestling his head on the crick of her neck, lightly blowing on her ear, "I could help with some of the tension."

Hongjoong pulled Y/N closer to him, eventually leaning over her and rolling his hips, Y/N hiding a moan, "maybe it's just the party or the alcohol, but I'll be glad if you help."

Seonghwa hurried down the stairs, his feet stomping on each step as he ran by Sua talking to a boy he knows as Lee Know.

"Hey babe!" Sua grabbed Seonghwa's arm, "I've been looking for you, where have you been? I figured we could have a private party upstairs."

"Not now, Sua," Seonghwa brushed Sua's hand off his bicep, "have you seen Y/N or Hongjoong, preferably separately?"

Sua rolled her eyes, "Last I saw, they were getting touchy-feely in the kitchen."

"Outside or inside?"

Sua responded with a shrug as Seonghwa rushed to the outdoor kitchen, seeing his stepsister, Yuna, and her friend, Jeongin, mixing drinks as they giggled to each other. Empty bottles of liquor around the pairing as Seonghwa stole the one that Yuna was holding.

"Aren't you two too young to drink?" Seonghwa scolded Yuna as she put down a red solo cup in shame, "why are you even here? Don't you have homework due?"

"Jongho told us there was a pool party," Yuna flashed her puppy dog eyes, "can we please stay?"

"No, you're only 16 and I'm not going to be responsible if you get busted for underaged drinking. You two can hang out in the basement for now."

Yuna and Jeongin grumbled, admitting defeat as they walked through the backdoor as Seonghwa walked into the main floor kitchen, witnessing Y/N sitting on a counter, shirt pulled over her chest, head thrown back as Hongjoong started kissing her breats through her bra, his fingers under her skirt.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" Seonghwa shouted as Hongjoong and Y/N pulled away, Y/N jumping from the counter and fixing her skirt, "what the hell?"

Y/N grabbed another jello shot, throwing it back, not wanting to deal with Seonghwa's bullshit at this moment.

"Seonghwa, list-"

"Hongjoong, get the hell out," Seonghwa stared at Y/N as she went back to stirring a different blue drink, Hongjoong scurrying out of the room, "Really? Hongjoong?"

"You don't get to say shit, Park," Y/N sipped the drink, mimicking the tall boy, "Really? Sua?"

"Ok, listen. This sounds cliche as fuck, but Sua wasn't anything, she was literally just a fuck, something to get my dick wet," Y/N scoffed at Seonghwa, "I'm serious. I had to fuck my feelings out, not even fuck her, it was just oral."

"Oh, just oral! That makes it hurt so much less," Y/N clapped her hands together.

"You fucked Hongjoong! Hi pot, I'm Kettle!"

"I did! Because you did the exact same thing. Fuck a girl with nice legs or nice tits and then come back to me, wanting me to bend over backwards for you."

"I thought you bending over backwards was one of your kinks! You always seem so flexible when I fuck you, but maybe that's just because you've been humping Hongjoong, not even a goddamn fucking hour after you were just riding my cock!"

Y/N was stunned, accidentally knocking a glass on the floor, "maybe I wouldn't have fucked Hongjoong if you had just told me your true feelings? Or maybe I would have because you just want to sleep around?"

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't," Seonghwa looked at the glass, both parties feel horrible about what was said, "can we talk about this please?"

"I don't know, can we?"

Seonghwa walked up to Y/N, placing his hand on her cheek, both of them coming to their senses, "what if I told you anytime I fucked someone else, I was picturing you? What if I had to make sure I didn't accidentally moan your name out? What if I told you I'm a fucking dumbass who had to see someone else dry humping you to discover that I am madly in love with you and I'm dying to mark you up, so Hongjoong or any other guy doesn't fuck with you?"

Y/N looked at Seonghwa's face, sweat going off his eyebrow, she grabbed a festival summer colored napkin and wiped his face, seeing the sincerity on his words.

"What if I told you I love you too? What if I told you I wanted you to bend me over the counter, pull my tits out of my shirt, flip up my skirt and fuck me doggy style right here where anyone can see us?"

Seonghwa was shocked at the intense, dirty confession from Y/N. He pulled Y/N closer, spinning her around and flipping her skirt up, "I'm going to kill Hongjoong later. If I ever see him sucking on your neck again, I'll make him watch as I fuck you senseless."

Y/N pulled her shirt up and her bra down, exposing her breasts as Seonghwa pulled down his shorts, rolling his erected cock into Y/N. He moved Y/N's underwear to the side, pushing in with little resistance, thanks to the previous encounters from earlier in the day.

"I'm yours, Y/N" Seonghwa thrusted Y/N into the counter as she moaned, the music loud enough to disguise them, "thank God this isn't an open concept house, or everyone would see us."

Y/N grabbed Seonghwa's hands that were holding him up and moved them to her breasts, not saying a wors as she held them in place. Seonghwa's fingers making quick work of Y/N's exposed nipples as Y/N threw her ass back on Seonghwa's cock.

"I can't wait to fill you up, have you all to myself, making Sua and Hongjoong know we belong to each other," Seonghwa kept his thrusts in the beat of the pounding EDM music, the pleasure from their earlier tryst helping their high.

Seonghwa freed one of his hands from Y/N's grip, reaching under her skirt and underwear to rub her clit, biting down on her neck, leaving hickeys and marks as much as he can.

"Just a little bit more, babe," Seonghwa's thrusts started to lose their rhythm, pounding into Y/N as she started to shudder in pleasure, her high crashing as Seonghwa could feel her clenching around him.

Seonghwa felt his own orgasm releasing as Y/N kept pushing back onto him.

"Take every drop, babe. It's all yours," he saw the white liquid spill out of Y/N as she fell forward on the countertop, exhaustion hitting her from her second orgasm in a short bit of time.

Seonghwa reached for another napkin, pulling out of Y/N and wiping the mess from behind her legs, wetting the napkin so he doesn't irritate the sensitive skin.

Y/N gathered enough strength to fix her shirt and turn around, a sweaty Seonghwa caging her as he caught his breath. The pair looked at each other, wanting to say the first word. Finally, the loud silence was broken when Seonghwa spoke.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Do you think we can talk about this?"

"Yeah. I think we need to."

[perditaalottachocolate-blog]

L’espoir

Summary: When the fire breaks on the roofs of Notre Dame there’s not much Ladybug and Chat Noir can do. No jewel in Master Fu’s case can assist them today. But then they are reminded that even in the darkest times there’s always hope. Hope as fragile as the wings of a butterfly, yet powerful enough to vie with fate.

AO3 / ff net

A sincere thank you to @tempomental-fanfics​ for beta-reading this story, as well as to Tempo, @lilaflyy​ and Remasa for brainstorming with me.

Tears stung her eyes and rolled down her mask and cheeks, marking their path with sooty lines. She no longer knew if they came from the smoke or from her helplessness. Because Ladybug failed Notre Dame, she failed Paris for the first time in years.

Chat grabbed her hand, grounding her firmly in place when she wanted to return to the roof once again.

‘We’re superheroes, my Lady,’ he whispered hoarsely. He got his fill of smoke in the last hour or so. ‘But we’re not fireproof.’

She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from coming.

‘This is beyond us now,’ Chat Noir said. His thumb rubbed soothing circles over her forearm.

She didn’t notice when she drowned in his embrace, powerless and defeated. He held her and purred softly under his breath until her shoulders stopped shaking and her weeping subsided to the occasional sniff.

‘You’re almost out of time again, Bug,’ Chat whispered into her ear at the fourth beep of her miraculous. ‘Tikki needs to recharge. You both need to rest.’

Ladybug nodded quietly and withdrew from the hug. She disappeared in the first archway she found to release her transformation and fed the tired kwami. But she couldn’t keep away for long.

Marinette slipped into the crowd while Tikki munched on the last cookie in her purse. She watched in grave silence, side by side with anonymous Parisians, as the sight of her childhood, one of the oldest symbols of Paris, burned in the fading light of sunset.

There had been plenty of things she had tried, but nothing had worked. Lucky Charm after Lucky Charm failed spectacularly. And even if some of them succeeded in keeping the fire at bay, they disappeared with her transformation -- freeing the raging inferno to prey on the ancient wood of Notre Dame’s roof. Miraculous Ladybug wouldn’t fix what an akuma hadn’t caused.

Ladybug and Chat Noir did what they could to make sure everyone was safe. They helped to carry out every piece of art that could be moved from its place. They assisted the firefighters in moving the heavy equipment as close as possible. They’d been warned not to try anything risky, because the old construction might not survive it.

There was nothing more to do but watch. And grieve.

‘This is not your fault, Marinette,’ a familiar voice spoke by her ear.

She turned around only to see Master Fu coming to stand next to her.

‘Sometimes even magic is helpless and fate laughs in her face,’ the old Chinese man said sadly. ‘There’s no jewel in my case that could assist us today.’

Marinette wiped the tears that gathered under her lashes and sniffed in defeat. This was the worst day of her life.

‘There is one that could help,’ Fu continued. ‘But it’s out of our reach.’

She raised her eyes to the guardian, a question she did not dare to ask freezing on her tongue when she spotted the akuma.

The butterfly fluttered industriously over the heads of the silent crowd.

‘No!’ She cried.

She wanted to scream her lungs out. Not now. Not over this. Was that man insane to choose such a moment?

Marinette wanted to stand in the way of the akuma. She wanted to warn people, she wanted to stop it, but once again she was too late. The cursed insect landed on the helmet of a fire crew sergeant and disappeared, causing a wave of black smoke to envelop the man.

She didn’t waste another second. She couldn’t fight the fire, but she could fight the akuma and the filthy Hawkmoth, who wanted to stab Paris in the back at her lowest moment. Using the commotion, she called on her red suit behind a kiosk and quickly returned, ready for battle.

Only there was no battle, no attack. The crowds watched in baffled silence as the akumatized firefighter hovered over the cathedral roof. He had transformed into a lean, agile figure, with leather clothes and harness over a chest that looked as if it had been oiled. His skin glimmered in the evening sky. The heavy makeup, including the generous amount of eye-liner and the beard that must have been oiled too, brought a circus artist to mind. The firefighter skipped over the construction, taking no notice of the flames licking his feet.

Chat appeared at Ladybug’s side and they both observed in astonishment as the akuma raised his hands. Two torches danced in them. The man swiped the items over the flames and the fire jumped from the burning roof to the heads of the torches.

The crowd gasped as the akuma stuck one of the torches into his mouth and...  ate the flame as if it was nothing more than candy floss. He licked his lips and repeated the action with the second torch. The roof under his feet was no longer on fire. Only faint wisps of smoke indicated it ever had been.

Fire Eater started to run over the Notre Dame rooftops and swiped his torches at the fire. He proceeded to eat the flames he gathered as if it had been a treat at a fair. A path of fumes marked his route, the remnants of the roaring beast.  

At last the rooftop of the cathedral was free of fire and the akuma entered the structure, apparently looking for something more to satisfy his appetite. He reappeared at the main entrance a few minutes later, licking his lips with gusto. He went straight for Ladybug and Chat Noir who had made their way to the front of the building. His belly must have been stuffed with all the fire he’d eaten, because it expanded visibly. Little beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.

Fire Eater paid the heroes a short bow, but when he opened his mouth to speak a purple outline appeared over his eyes.

‘He says that’s all he could do,’ the akuma rasped. Little wisps of smoke escaped his lips. ‘He says it doesn’t mean he’ll stop.’

Chat reached for Ladybug’s hand just in time to prevent her from taking out her yoyo.

‘Why?’ the feline hero asked.

‘He is a Parisian too,’ the man replied with a shrug. ‘This is the city of love, his love as well.’

The heroes watched as the torches disappeared from his hands. With one last look to the blackened walls of Notre Dame Fire Eater murmured, ‘He says you can purify the akuma now so that it doesn’t multiply.’

Once again dark smoke enveloped his figure and the butterfly broke free of its confinement. The firefighter collapsed to the ground. Chat was at his side in a blink.

With one throw of her yoyo Ladybug captured the akuma. She caught Master Fu’s gaze. Tears glimmered in his eyes and it was easy to guess why.

‘This is what the butterfly miraculous was meant for,’ the old man whispered. ‘This is how it should be used.’

Ladybug hesitated looking at her weapon. She felt the insect fluttering inside. The sign of help that came from the least expected direction. The proof, that there was a human on the other side.

Beside her firefighter crews were already entering the church. It was time to asses the damage, to clean and fix it. She felt so small in the face of such a tragedy. Sometimes even magic wasn’t enough.

Chat squeezed her shoulder. ‘You okay, bug?’

She shook her head remembering herself. She opened the yoyo and released the white butterfly.

‘Come on,’ her partner said. ‘I bet we can help them with the heavy lifting,’ he wiggled his brows.’

‘Good idea,’ Ladybug nodded.

She watched the butterfly until it got lost in the sea of people rushing into the cathedral. Everyone wanted to help.

Today we’re all Parisians, she thought as she allowed the crowd to carry her inside. A small smile tugged at her lips. Because despite all the damage the fire had done, it didn’t destroy the most important thing of all.

Hope. There was still hope.

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Author’s Note: L’espoir means hope.

I was shocked when I heard about the fire at Notre Dame, I was sad when I saw the pictures. This is my way of coping with events like that.

Those of you who know me, know that I don't believe Gabriel is a rotten villain beyond redemption. I want to believe this would have happened if there were miraculouses in Paris yesterday.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 46)

"A Bullet with Butterfly Wings"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Slightly Day Drunk, Colson and Luna burst into their hotel room kissing and laughing. "I can't believe he did that!!" Luna manages to get out between giggly kisses.

"He's a fucking Sicko!!" Colson laughs, carefully pulling her tiny green bikini top off of her. They're talking about Mod proposing to an old lady in the casino just a few minutes before.

"If he legit brings her to dinner, I don't know if I'll be able to keep it together." She says, the last word being caught in a moan.

Colson has made his way from her mouth, to her neck. Nipping the scorpion as he kisses down her stomach. She runs her hands through his hair as he pulls her bikini bottoms down with his teeth. Stopping to look up at her, each time he licks and kisses the bare skin of her thighs. He pulls her bottoms all the way off.

As she goes to step out of them, he places his hands firmly on both pedicured feet. Planting her in place. "FUUUCK, Colson...." She moans as he licks around the inside of her left ankle. Slowly drawing his tongue up her inner calf, over her knee cap before licking the inside of her left thigh to her bare pussy.

Throwing her left leg over his shoulder, as she still stands, he dives his face into her sopping cunt.

"I Fucking love the taste of her pussy. Sweet ass peach." Colson thinks gripping Luna's ass as his tongue hits every note of her pussy.

She cries out for him again as he licks her juicy folds, tickling her clit with his tongue.

Pulling on his hair to steady herself, she closes her eyes and rides his sweet face until she cums in his mouth. Dropping her leg, he looks at her, pleased with his work. As he lifts his body up, she wipes her cum off his chin with her thumb before sucking it off as he watches.

"You're so fucking Dirty!" He tells her, dick bulging, before he kisses her passionately. His mouth is all over her neck again, he runs his hand over her smooth ass. ❗SLAP❗

"Weeeeak....." She teases him with a sly smile.

"I'll show you weak. Bend the fuck over." He directs her. Doing as she's told, she bends over the edge of the bed, wiggling her ass in the air for him. Looking over her shoulder, she watches as he licks the palm of his hand. She braces herself for him. ❗SLAP❗SLAP❗SLAP❗SLAP❗

She moans in pleasure to his delight as he spanks her. Hard. ❗SLAP❗She yelps this time, pulling back.

"You caught my puss, Bunny!!!" She whines.

"I know, I felt it. I'm sorry." He pulls her back towards him. "Come're." He tells her as he bends down, pulling her ass up to lick and kiss her swollen pussy. His touch and sweetness erase any unpleasant pain.

He kisses both her ass cheeks. Biting the tattoo on the right one. Still bent over her, his tongue follows up her spine to her neck.

"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!!" Luna screams out as he bites the back of it while sliding his huge cock inside of her. "UNHHH!!" She continues to moan loudly as he grabs her tits, fucking her from behind with deep, long strokes.

Her moans excite him as he picks up the pace. "Fuck me, Bunny." She begs as he pushes deeper into her "FUCK ME HARD."

"Like the dirty little whore you are?" He taunts her. Lifting her by the throat, putting his other hand on her hip to keep their rapid pace. Fucking each other rough, how the both like it. As she feels him about to release inside of her, she dips her chin down, pulling his index finger from around her throat and into her mouth with her tongue. Sucking on his finger and bucking against him hard, she makes them both cum easily.

"FUCKKKKKK." He exhales, running his wet finger down her bottom lip to her tits, holding her close. They're both standing, breathing hard as he pulls her chin up to look at him. "I love you, Addie." He laughs kissing her on the forehead.

Smirking and rolling her eyes, she tells him to shut up as she playfully shoves him off of her.

Tossing herself across the bed, she lights up a joint as she watches him move around the room. Dick swinging.

"MOTHERFUCKING B.D.EEEEE!!!!!" Luna smiles to herself, beyond sexually satisfied. Her mind pops to Bleta, the lyrics to Brooklyn Bitch play on repeat inside her head 🎶If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love🎶If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love🎶 "I really...."

"Shower?" Colson breaks her thoughts with his gorgeous grin.

"Yup!!" She replies, passing him the joint as she follows him into the bathroom.

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Getting dressed for dinner, Luna has on a tight black dress with side cut outs and knee high boots. Colson's dick gets hard when he sees her pull the legendary cheetah print coat out of her bag.

"You're going to wear that tonight? He asks excitedly. Blue eyes dancing.

"Mhm." She responds with a smile as they head to meet everyone else in the lobby.

Arm carefully around her shoulders, waiting for the elevator, he ducks down close to her. "In case I didn't tell you yet, you look wonderful tonight, Kitten." He murmurs in her ear. The doors open as she pulls him into the empty elevator for a 27 floor make out session.

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Dinner at Joël Robuchon's Le Monde is beyond amazing. Conversation is light and fun. Alcohol flowing as usual. Mod being slightly disappointed to not be reunited with his new found love.

"I can't believe she came by and I was sleeping!" Rook complains about missing Stephanie at the pool. "You shoulda woke me up." He says to Luna with a bit of an attitude.

Giving him an apologetic look, she tells him she's sorry. "But hey!" She continues "Would you have rather met her, just waking up, discombobulated as hell. Or awake and on point, like you are now?" She tries to persuade him.

Giving Luna a huff, Rook agrees she's right.

"She pulled that one out of her fucking ass." Colson smiles, amused by his girlfriend's power of persuasion.

"Christopher!!" Bella says, greeting the older gentleman approaching their table. She stands as he greets her with a kiss. "How are you?" She asks.

He responds with a "Great!". Chatting with her, he looks around the table spotting Luna. "Stephanie said you girls were in town!! How good to see you both!" He walks over to kiss Luna's cheek.

Seeing Colson's jaw clench at another man touching her, she introduces them. "Christopher, this is my boyfriend Colson and our friends, Slim, Rook and Mod. Guys, this is Christophe de Lellis. He's the Executive Chef here at Le Monde."

The guys say hello, complimenting their meals.

"OH, FUCK!" Luna says standing up. "I don't know what I was thinking!! Congratulations on the third Michelin, Buddy!!" She pulls a laughing Christopher in for a hug and congratulatory pat on the back. "I'm sure Joël is ecstatic, Eh?"

Christopher nods his head proudly.

She turns to Colson. "Christopher and his partner Joël are family friends. They know my Mom-mom from back in the day, when they were just poor, little, pizza boys." Luna teases Christopher. "And now they have, this one, 2 at home in NY and, what 6 or 7 others through out the world, I believe."

"The American dream." Christopher says displaying his hands out, beaming. After sending his love to Patti, kissing the girls goodbye and thanking the guys for their company, Christopher heads back to the kitchen.

"I can't take you anywhere, can I?" Colson laughs asking Luna as she sits back down.

"Nah. Not really." She tells him with a smile and a kiss. They finish dinner before heading to The Park to experience Enigma.

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Backstage is insane as with any of Stephanie's shows. Between the crew, props and costume changes it's always looked like a different universe to Luna.

"SMIIIITH!!!!" Stephanie shouts for Luna, running up to her in only fishnets, panties a bra and a wig cap. "UGH!!! I'm so excited you're here!!" She exclaims, slipping a bullet into Luna's hand. "One shot. It's from The Netherlands." She tells Luna with a sneaky smile before throwing an "I love you!! ENJOY!!!" over her shoulder as she runs off.

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Luna goes to find her seat and Colson. Stephanie had hooked them up. They're in VIP, just behind the pit.

"These are great seats!!" Bella shouts.

"Steph said this shit was too." Luna responds opening her hand. "It's pure as fuck. She said just take one shot." Luna warns her. Bella nods in understanding as she lifts it to her nose. She passes it back to Luna who hits it herself.

Luna nudges Colson, who's talking to Slim. She shows him the bullet. "Hit it once and pass it. Let them know ONLY once tho."

He takes it from her, asking her where she got it.

"Steph." She responds. "She said it's from The Netherlands, so it's not cut like we're used to. Let the boys know that." She tells him with a concerned look in her eye. Colson takes her seriously, trusting that Luna knows her drugs. After Colson bumps it himself, he passes it with the strict warning. Once everyone has hit it, he passes it back to Luna. As she slides it into her purse, he reassures her no one did too much. Just then, the lights drop and the show begins.

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Of all the artists Luna knows both personally and otherwise, Stephanie has always been her favorite performer, even back when she was playing little clubs in The West Village. She's only gotten more amazing and creative in time.

The amphitheater is booming with electronica, raging guitars, thumping drums, a heart wrenching piano and wild fans. The imagery is mind blowing. MDMA only amplifying the feelings of the thriving colors and sounds as Just Dance rips through the air.

Bella and Luna dance, sing, hold hands and even cry while going ABSOLUTELY bonkers during the show. Rook and Mod move over to them. Both dancing and singing along to Luna's surprise. Colson and Slim are locked into Stephanie's stage performance. Sitting. Not moving. Only staring. Very intently.

Looking over to check on Colson, Luna sees her boyfriend stuck. Reaching in her purse, she pulls out 2 joints. Sitting down next to Colson, she hands him a lit one and a bottle of water. His big eyes and wide smile thanking her. Moving down, she sits next to Slim, handing him the same items. He's able to utter the words "Yooooooo...." with a grateful look.

About 20 mins later, they're both up. Moving, laughing and taking in the atmosphere with the others.

"SHE'S FUCKING SIIIIICK!!!!" Colson shouts at Luna as he scoops her up for a passionate kiss. The vibration of the room and drugs pulsing through them.

Stephanie sings live, dances her heart out and flies through the air. Enigma is not a concert. It is not a show. It is an experience like no other. Stephanie explaining to Luna her concept a long time ago. Enigma being a spirit guide and manifestation of Stephanie's inner most psyche, guiding her to a greater truth about herself over the course of almost 2hrs.

Luna stares at her friend in amazement. The same way she did all those years ago, at the first show of Stephanie's that she had ever caught.

"She fucking did IT!" Luna's heart glows with pride for her friend. Never doubting she could.

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Rolling their faces off, after the show they're headed back stage. Colson points at a drum kit, teasing Rook about his love of Gaga.

"Look at THAT fucking smile." Luna thinks snapping a quick picture of Colson.

Things are much calmer in the dressing room. Stephanie is sipping a glass of champagne, smoking a joint when they all come in. "Hello!" She says standing to greet them. "Thank you so much for coming. Did you enjoy?" The 6 of them erupt into giggles. "So, you did." She laughs, tilting her head with a knowing smile.

"It was fucking off the wall, Steph!!" Luna exclaims hugging her friend. "You nailed it. It's so much greater than we ever IMAGINED it could be!!" She kisses her friend hard on the lips.

Stephanie kisses her back. "God, I love you, Doll." She tells Luna, thinking back to that tiny apartment and a simple concept. "What are you guys doing tonight?" She asks.

Luna looks around at her tripping, giggling friends. "We were gonna play some poker, but I think we're probably gonna hit The Strip and watch the colors. Wanna come?" She asks.

"ABSOLUTELY!!" Stephanie declares.

"Awesome!!" Luna grins, hearing Bella shout with her in unison. She's close enough for Luna to reach out and squeeze her hand. Grateful for their connection.

Luna then turns to look for Rook. Finding him, she pulls him over. "Steph this is Rook, Rook, Steph. She's gonna hit the strip with us." She tells his happy eyes with a smile.

"It's an honor to meet you!!" He beams brightly, taking her hand, making Stephanie blush.

"Let me change and I'll meet you by the stage." She tells them. Luna hands her back the bullet, which Stephanie promptly hits and passes around to them all again.

It's deff gonna be a colorful night.

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Out on The Strip, they are their normal, wild, fucked up selves. Just tripping balls on a Monday night in Las Vegas. The boys are running up and down the sidewalks. Slapping signs, jumping all over each other. The girls skip together, linking arms and giggling. Everyone is pointing at something in amazement. Colson swings Luna around, continuously kissing and laughing together. She makes him sad when she declines his piggy back ride because her dress is too short. Making it up to him with more sweet kisses and I love-LOVE yous. They're loud and rambunctious. Happy and having fun. Roaming in and out of the casinos. One always catching the other before they cause too much ruckus. Although, Colson does channel his inner Tommy at The Fremont. Smacking up a tray of drinks, while screaming "WHOOOOOOOOH!!" in the waitress's face. Instantly grabbing Luna's hand and running for the door. The other 5 hauling ass behind them. Hysterically laughing as they all safely make their get-a-way. The mini Eiffel Tower catches them, while they all stand and stare at the lights. Holding hands in a row, feeling a deep, spiritual connection. Later, Mod tries but fails to throw Bella in the Bellagio fountain. Rook and Stephanie hit it off right away. Her appreciating his love of her art and respecting his craft. At some point Colson pulls on Luna's cheetah print coat. He looks great in it and keeps trying to share its softness on everyone. As they wander around Vegas, Luna gets a great shot of him distracted, laughing at some strangers, standing with a posed Mod and Slim. Rook, Bella and Stephanie deep in philosophical talks behind her. Pounding water, puffing on pens, the group spends the rest of the night wandering and laughing. Stephanie enjoying the rarity of blending in.

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It's late-late when Colson and Luna make it back to their hotel room. Everyone had popped a bar before splitting up to ease the buzz in their heads. Slipping off her dress, she climbs into the soft bed as he heads into the bathroom. She's knocked out by time he comes back in. Taking off his clothes, he slides into bed with her. She moves enough for him to slide his arm under her, cradling her on his chest.

"God, I fucking love her. Mmmm..... She smells so fucking good... I'd spend the rest of my life right here if I could." He thinks kissing her forehead.

Wanting the world to know how he feels, especially Bleta, he grabs his phone. Staring into the camera he takes a selfie and posts it to his Instagram. He captions it....

Trust and believe. This is how I start every day and will always end each night. With MY girl

🐰💖🐱 💯 #loveLOVEyou #Vegasbaby #mybadlittlething

With that he sets his phone down, snuggles into Luna and happily falls asleep.

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To be continued.....

[hismissharley13]

Diary of Lady Reapers ~ Arrangements

The throb of the engines warmed my soul and made my skin tingle with anticipation.  Clay and Tig had been gone for too long, doing charter rounds.  The Dynas I had been waiting for coursed into the lot, the familiar figures of Tig and Clay lifted my heart.  I practically skipped over to them both, kissing Tig hello briefly before turning to the grinning president,

“Hey baby,” he purred as I sidled up to him.  His gravelly tones caressed my ears as I snaked my arms around his shoulders, breathing in his scent for a moment.  I pulled back and kissed him hard before turning on my heel to get Brittany.

“Baby, they’re here,” I called to her round the door of the club.  Like so much of a whirlwind, Brittany was out of the door and halfway over to the returning brothers before I could stop chuckling.

I took my time wandering back over, giving Brittany space to say her hellos.  As I strolled across the asphalt, I looked up to see a beat up looking Dodge Neon roll through the gates.  The girl in the driver’s seat looked like so many other sweetbutts that hung around the club, but I was sure I hadn’t seen her before.

I was just in earshot to hear Tig’s exclamation as he caught sight of the car,

“Oh you gotta be kidding me!”

Brittany was sat astride Tig, her back to the garage and so didn’t immediately understand his outburst.

The girl unfolded herself from her car, leaving the driver’s door open as she sauntered over to Clay and perched herself on the tank of his bike.  I clenched my fists at her brazen behaviour and took a step forward.

“Oh damn, here’s me thinking that your bitches would be better trained than to see to the Arms before the President of the club.  How’s about I show them the ropes for you, handsome?  I could whip these girls into shape for you, if you like?”

Wow.  She reminded me so much of Ima I almost laughed.  So full of herself.

“Look, like I told you back at Phoenix, I’m happy with my situation and I have no need for outside pussy at my club,”

The out-of-towner flicked her curled hair with fuchsia-tipped fingers and slid off Clay’s bike.  One look at Brittany’s expression told me that someone was about to lose an arm if she got any closer.

“Maybe you’ll feel a little different after you see me in action, boss-man,” she wagered, fluttering her eyelashes as she turned towards Chibs.  He had come over no doubt to attend to the customer,

“Jesus Christ!” he spluttered as she palmed his cock, jumping back from the unexpected contact.  She smirked,

“Ooh a foreigner!  Relax sugar, I know how to make a guy feel good,”

Brittany climbed off Tig’s lap and jutted her hip,

“Get your hands off, he’s off limits,” she warned.

I put a hand on Clay’s shoulder as the tension churned the air like a stormcloud,

“Who’s the tramp?” I asked, a disgusted sneer on my face.  Clay grabbed my hand as she turned to see who was speaking,

“Tramp? Oh honey, I’m just here to show you all how to look after these fine specimens.  It’s pretty clear you don’t seem to have a clue,”

Before I could take a breath to respond, Brittany had launched herself at the newcomer,

“The fuck you think you are huh?  Coming over here, pushing up on our guys?”

Tig grabs hold of Brittany, shushing her and attempting to calm her.

“My name is Janet,” she retorted, a saccharine smile on her face as she tossed her hair back delicately.  She dragged her gaze over Tig’s body unashamedly, stepping forward and trailing a hand across the patch on his chest, “how about I show you what good pussy can do for you sweetheart?”

Tig raised an eyebrow, incredulous at her attitude. Brittany snorted and Janet patted her on the cheek,

“Aw don't take it so personal sugar, it's natural to need a queen to show you how it's done,”

Brittany's scowl darkened and she clenched her jaw

“Don’t fucking touch me,”

“Janet, was it?” I asked with a jerk of my head.  She nodded curtly, “Well Janet, I suggest you get back in your car and drive back to wherever-in-the-ass-of-nowhere you came from. We don't need your type here, ta-ta,”

“Easy, Kitten,”

Clay squeezed my hand in warning at my clipped tone, no doubt keeping a tight hold on me to stop things turning physical.

Not that I was the one he needed to worry about.  Brittany was all over that the moment Janet made the decision to rub up against Tig.

We all stood incredulous as Brittany, usually so sweet, tore Janet away from Tig and went postal. The sound of a siren as Juice rode into T. M. was cue for me to pull Brittany off the girl in a heap on the floor.  I practically threw her at Tig,

“Go clean her up,” I instructed, kneeling over Janet and grabbing her roughly, “time for you to move your ass out of Charming and far away from any charter of the Sons of Anarchy you see. You are not welcome with the Reaper Crew and if I see you again, you won't have another warning,”

I was unceremoniously dragged over to a familiar sand coloured bonnet and bent forward against it as my wrists were cuffed behind my back

“Oh officer, in front of all these people? How’d you know I like it rough?” I wiggled my ass suggestively before I was hauled upright again and turned, smirking, to see one David Hale of Charming PD.

“Cut the crap, Kat. You're under arrest for assault,”

“Oh but that wasn't me,” I admitted innocently, a mischievous curl to my lips,

“Is that so? Who was it then?”

“You’d never believe me if I told you anyway so we'll just say she tripped,”

“I haven't got time for your games, Kat.  I saw you. Get in the car.  We’ll sort this out at the station.”

“Ha, you saw me telling her to leave.  But if you want me in a cage, Davey-baby all you had to do was ask!”

Brittany came running back out of the clubhouse, mercifully cleaned up,

“Kat! What the hell?”

I took a step towards her before Hale grabbed my arm,

“It's OK baby, gonna need you clean to get me out,” I muttered with a meaningful look at Hale. She smirked and nodded as I was bundled into the police Jeep.  Hale got in the driver’s seat without another word and cruised out of the lot.

Tig turned to Juice, shaking his head as he glared,

“You just HAD to bring the cops.  Go wipe the cameras, don't need any evidence surfacing. Make me a copy before you delete it though,” his fingers danced at his crotch briefly as Brittany looked up questioningly, “it was damn hot, I'm totally erect right now,” he explained with a shrug as she let out a peal of laughter.

The door of the cell clanged shut and I turned with a smirk,

“What now, Deputy? You want me to dance for you?” I reached out a hand to touch his face and he batted me away with a scowl.

“You’d do well to keep your smart mouth shut, Kat.  If I didn’t know better I’d say you liked being in there,”

“Why don’t you come in and find out?  You’re the one seems to have a hard-on for me in cuffs,”

“Don’t make this any worse for yourself,” he chastised as he drew the outer gate shut.

I let out a sigh when I heard his footsteps retreat down the hall and flopped onto the hard bed.  I figured I might as well make myself comfortable while I wasn’t going anywhere fast

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Brittany walked into the station house with a delicate smile on her face.  She greeted the receptionist sweetly before her eyes zeroed in on Chief Unser.  She made a beeline for him, charm dialled off the charts,

“Hey, Brittany! What brings you here darlin’?”

“Hi Chief, I was just wondering if it would be ok for me to have a word with Deputy Chief Hale?  That’s if it’s not too much trouble?”

“When you ask so sweetly?  How can I refuse,” he smiles at her kindly, showing her into Hale’s office, “got a visitor, son.  I’ll leave you to it.”

Brittany beamed at him as he closed the door behind him, before turning her mega-watt smile to Hale.  He was busy filling paperwork in and didn’t initially look up from his desk as he addressed her,

“So what can Charming P.D. do for you today?” his tone was clipped, businesslike.  When Brittany placed a hand down on his desk, he looked up, instantly softening.

“Well, David.  You got a friend of mine in your cells and I was hoping that we could clear up this little...misunderstanding,” she said, her tone sultry.

David coughed and shifted a little in his seat,

“Well, much as I would love to, I cannot release a potentially violent criminal back on to the streets just like that,” he explained, leaning forward to cover Brittany’s hand with his own,

“Surely you’re not talking about Kat?”

“She assaulted a woman in front of me, I can’t ignore that,”

Brittany grinned as she leaned over his desk, giving him a perfect view of her breasts,

“Maybe we can come to a little arrangement, whereby I do something for you,” she ran her fingers up his forearm, “and you make this horrible mess...disappear?” she lifted the arrest form up and scanned it, placing it into the trashcan as she rounded his desk.

David sat back with a smirk as Brittany leaned against his desk.  He dragged his gaze up the length of her body to her face, doe eyes looking down at him and her lip trapped between her teeth.  He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat again as she moved closer.  He could smell her perfume as she slid a hand up his leg,

“What if I was to sit just...here…” she squeezes his thigh, “and tell you what really happened, huh?  Would that help the situation?”

“It would be a start,” he admitted, his voice low and husky.

Brittany sat down in his lap, enjoying how his hand automatically stroked the curve of her ass.  She toyed with his tie, looking at him through her lashes,

“Well, you see, it was like this...”

Brittany started to recount the events from Janet’s arrival, all the while teasing the buttons on David’s shirt open.  He shivered at her delicate touch, making her smirk.

“..so, she insulted Kat and I, quite uncalled for…”

Brittany rubbed a hand over David’s hardening cock, feeling the strain of his trousers.  She unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper slowly.

Brittany slid off David’s lap to her knees as she eased his cock out of his trousers.  Looking up at him as she licked her lips, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, she confessed lightly,

“So I beat her, it was me,”

Before he could answer, she wrapped her lips around him.  The sensation had him reeling as she licked and sucked,

“Brittany, I, oh fuck, I’m…” his whisper was hoarse as he tried to tell her he was close.

She continued with fervour, deep throating him as he reached the edge.  Her fingers found his balls and tipped him over as he came hard.

Brittany sucked him clean and climbed back up to rest against the desk as David struggled to compose himself.  She delicately wiped the corners of her mouth and kissed him hard, before returning to her chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Now, about our arrangement,” she prompted businesslike, having given David a chance to put himself back together.

“I suppose, I er, due to the lack of evidence or complainant, I no longer have a reason to hold Kat.  It was a nice story, Brittany, and I applaud your inventiveness, but we both know Kat has form for this.  I’ll release her on caution, I hope you’ll be able to guide her more towards your form of actions in future,”

Brittany smirked and nodded.

“If you’d like to wait in here, I’ll go get her now,” he sighed, defeated.

I stayed perfectly still as the outer gate rattled open, on my back on the bed with my legs crossed and bent at the knee.  It wasn’t until I heard the keys against the lock of my cell that I let my legs shift to one side to see what was going on.

“Hands, Kat,” he barked

“Two of ‘em, thanks David,”

“It’s Deputy Chief Hale to you,” his clipped tone still amused me.  I kinda hoped my bail wasn’t too high...I’d pay Brittany every cent back, but still.

I took my time to get off the bed, swinging my legs in an arc until my boots hit the floor.  With a huff, I stood up and put my hands out,

“Go easy, tiger,” I purred with a raised eyebrow.  He looked at me with the straightest face I’d ever seen and ratcheted the cuffs tightly around my wrists.  I frowned a little but complied.  I knew this routine well now.  I’d get marched through the PD and up to the front desk in the cuffs, then I’d have to sign my bail papers and only after that was done, I’d be cautioned and let go.

I was, however, steered not to the front desk, but into Hale’s office.  He took the cuffs off and I looked at Brittany with raised brows,

“Well, this is a new process,”

“We came to an agreement that maybe the arrest was a little hasty, didn’t we, Deputy Chief,”

Ok, I did NOT need to know what arrangement that was.  Damn, I knew she had the hots for him but...wow...the girl did good.

“Indeed,” he replied awkwardly,

“Maybe we can have another talk, sometime,” her voice was full of promise as I massaged my wrists.  I so did not want to be here for this.

“Ok, sorry to cut the...uh...this...short, whatever it is, but I’d really like to get back, if that’s ok?” I looked between the pair giving eachother doe-eyes.

Brittany tore her eyes away from him with an apologetic smile,

“Come on, let’s get you back, anyhow,”

We walked out of the station-house and climbed into Brittany’s Impala.  I looked at her from the passenger seat,

“Do I even ask?”

Brittany just shrugged and smirked at me as she started the engine.  I chuckled and shook my head,

“Forget it, I don’t wanna know,”

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@soawonder

@hanaissupergirl

@cole-winchester

@samcroslut

[jiminspjm]

Malfunction + P. Jimin

Jimin x Female Reader

genre: angst (kinda) fluff, fluff

warnings: brief mention of injury

word count: 4.2 k

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You were standing backstage waiting to perform ‘Blood Sweat and Tears’ the last song in the boy’s set. Anxiously, you were shaking on the balls of your feet, as you tried to not wipe your sweaty palms on the silk of your suit. Your hair was pinned on one side, as it twisted behind your ear, an intricate floral comb in the twist. Smoky makeup was placed on your face, sultry the makeup artist called you. Getting up from the couch in your dressing room, you walked over to the body mirror the hung on the wall near the door. Hands clasped in front of you, examining yourself you knew you didn’t look half bad.

A suit similar to what the boys wore was clothed on your body, except a bit more feminine. A lilac silk suit jacket, tight against your upper half, the hem extending below the back of your calves, while the cuffs were ruffled and slightly sagged by your wrists. Black flowers adored different areas of the jacket. A black, lace bodysuit hugged your body, the collar was slightly itching you as the lace irritate your skin. A deep V, went down the valley of your breasts; a transparent black material holding the slit together. The back was completely open although it wouldn't be seen until you took the jacket off. Silk, lilac flats were on your feet, a ribbon tied around your ankles up to your lower calf. You noticed the smaller details in your ensemble as well, looking once more over to make sure everything was there. A small, pearl ring on your index finger, winked back at you under the dim light of your dressing room, as did several other rings. Twisting the promise ring on your ring finger you smiled a bit at the thought of your boyfriend Jimin who was on stage right now, putting everything he has into pleasing the audience. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you looked back up at yourself in the mirror. A thick, white crystal earring hung from the ear that was exposed, a smaller diamond stud complimented the place above it. After checking yourself once more, the nerves started to set in as you realized you were about to perform, not just an dancing performance but an acrobatics performance. A couple weeks back, the boys choreographer asked if you would like to perform at one of their shows. He knew that you had a background in acrobatics; silks and rings were your expertise.

You loathed the idea honestly, knowing that it would be dangerous and a bad idea; but it was almost the end of tour and you wanted to please everyone, so you agreed. The idea was from the music video, at the bridge of the song where Taehyung sings; you would be suspended into the air on a ring held up by silks, blindfolded, over the a pool of water, with two statues from the ‘bst’ MV. You would have to blow smoke out of your mouth for a brief moment, again the idea coming from Namjoon’s part in the MV. As Jin then sang his part, you would hoist yourself up onto the silk and be lowered over the water, as the statues sprung water out. Sounds easy right? Sighing to yourself, trying not to run your hands through your done up hair; you knew things could go wrong. The boys and the team reassured you many times, that worst case scenario you fall into the water as you’re being lowered, but that was about it. You practiced the act so many times you could do it blindfolded, even though you were technically. Jimin protested the idea many times, but eventually agreed to letting you since it was the last day of tour.

You were going to dance the first part of the song with the boys, and after you had about a minute and a half to get in position and change your outfit. You, being stubborn, insisted that there be no wiring on your waist to make sure you didn’t fall, or you wouldn’t be able to move freely. Jimin again, protested against your lack of safety, but you had to remind him you have been doing acrobatics for as long as he could. A hard knock on your dressing room resonated through the room, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Y-yeah?” You nervously stuttered to whoever knocked, “Two minutes, Y/N!” The stage director said. Breathing slowly, you gave yourself a mental pep talk. Turning towards your vanity you grabbed your white in ears and walked back to the door, “You can do this,” Muttering to yourself, you opened the brass knob, and walked down the hallway. The bass boomed throughout the stage, vibrating through your body, each step you walked with confidence, the soles of your shoes slapping against the hardwood flooring.

Standing backstage, people were shouting orders as crew moved things, working on the soundboard, makeup and hair were checking the boys to make sure they looked perfect. Flitting your eyed back and forth; a flash of silver caught your eye. Looking to your left you saw Jimin getting his makeup touched up, he winked at you and made a heart gesture with his hands. You rolled your eyes and grinned back at him, mouthing to him,

“You’re an idiot, Park Jimin,” Grinning like a mad woman saying it, he pouted back at you and pretended to cry. Laughing to yourself, a stage assistant came up to you in a hurry and helped you with your headset, Ji-yoo; the stage manager walked up to you and went over what you had to do.

“Okay, Y/N, so you will do the first half of the song, and after that you will have less than two minutes to change and be suspended, not to rush you but you have to hurry, okay?” She rushed out to you, looking at her clipboard. You nodded wordlessly, picking at your manicured nails. You had to be able to change and run up to to the rafters pretty quick. Breathing slowly as you warmed up your voice a bit, as the stage crew adjusted your mic. Closing your eyes, you tuned everything out, the thrum of the audience, was muted as you concentrated on settling your nerves, blowing a slow, steady breath. Opening your eyes, you jumped on the balls of your feet a bit and whispered to yourself, “You can do this.”

“30 seconds! Boys! Y/N! Get into position!” Rushing forward with a new found determination, you ran onto the darkened stage; the audience was quiet for the time being as the lights were low. You took your position in front of the boys, more so Jimin. You turned to the side, his hand gently hovered over your eyes; feeling the warmth radiate of his palm you calmed down a bit. He pinched the curve of your waist briefly, a sign telling you that you’d do great. Curved back, and pointed toes, the music began. Looking up as Jimin sang his part,

“Nae pi ttam nunmul..” His divine vocals echoed throughout the stadium. Adrenaline kicked into your veins and body instantaneously, jerking your body with the bass of the song. Pivoting your body in different directions, effortlessly gliding across the stage like petals dancing with the wind. You felt your body move in sultry directions, jutting your hips and chest. Jimin’s hands skimmed your neck, as you made eye contact with him. His slate eyes held with such intensity looked at you. His thumb running down your lower lip, as you gripped the lapels of his jacket. Smirking at you as he spun you away, Namjoon’s hands found your waist and lifted you above his head, arching your back and breathing in, you took in the surreal sight. Multiple ARMY bombs lit around the stadium, the electronic screens showing your face; breathing heavily. The autumn air chilled against your skin. Smiling, Namjoon put you down effortlessly, as you twisted into an ariel. Eventually, Tae’s part began, and the boys bodies grinded against the floor, you reeled off stage and immediately started getting ready. Moving behind a curtain, you ripped off the suit jacket and bodysuit. Yanking off your shoes along with the floral piece in your hair, your hair cascaded down your bare back, and your bangs swept across your forehead. Quickly you twisted the side pieces back, pinning them to the back of your head. You pulled on two long lace sleeves, the connected behind your bare back, wiggling into a black lace bandeau; the exposure of your skin prickled with goosebumps. Black satin shorts were pulled up, thighs exposed as you tied the lace skirt tie around your waist, a slit exposing your whole leg. Putting your in-ears back in, and your head set you rushed back out from the curtain.

“Y/N! You have one minute!” The stage director shouted, your feet padded against the cold flooring, makeup touching up a bit as you were rushed forward up into the rafters. You gripped the silk blindfold in your hands, twisting it to ease your nerves. Running across the rafters, your earring gently slapping the skin of your neck, you got into position. Looking down you could see the boys almost at the part in which you would descend. The water almost looked black from where you stood, the statues looking as if they would pierce you with their marble eyes. Tying the violet silk around your eyes; it was slightly transparent so you could see, you waited for your cue from the safety crew and the director, two people held your hands so you could grip your feet around the white silk, before going down the director made you inhale an oil that when you blow smoke would materialize. Taking a deep breath, you inhaled and then descended.

“Nareul budeureopge jugyeojwo..” You heard Tae sing, as you were lowered down above the water, the silk conforming to your body as you slid down with ease. The shrieking of the audience made your adrenaline pump higher, concentrating you blew the smoke out of your mouth, and tilted your head back, mouth kept slightly ajar as you felt the blood rush into your ears. Turning upright with your core strength, you wrapped your ankles around the ring situated at the base of the silk, carefully not to tangle your legs in the lace of the wrap around your waist. Keeping one hand wrapped around the spot where the silk and the metal of the ring met you, swiftly tugged the silk mask down and around your neck. Immediately, you hooked the back of your calves to the ring and leaned down, spinning slowly as your arms extended in front of you; Jimin and Seokjin sang their alternating lines. Looking as sensual as you could muster, you smiled to yourself as you saw the array of ARMY bombs, and signs that were made. You felt such a deep appreciation for the fans, and understood as to why they loved the boys just as much as you do. Hoisting back up, you felt a pop below your thighs, a pang of alarm snapping at your chest. Quickly you grabbed the Silk as the ring split in half below you, as well as where it met in the middle of the silk. The two halves of the metal ring swooped past the bottoms of your feet, falling into the water. Mutterting a ‘Shit’ to yourself, your sweaty palm held on as best you could to the silk, looking up at the crew; for a brief second you knew they wouldn't be able to pull you up on time. Breathing erratically you looked at the boys, who stalled for a second hesitating; more so Jimin. You didn’t want to ruin their performance, so you acted quickly. Knowing they were almost done, you pulled the blindfold back on with one hand, glancing at Jimin briefly who looked as if he was going to keel over. Before he could do anything rash, you let go of the silk, as the statues spurted out water, you felt the wind whistle against your ears for a brief second, the sounds of screams from the fans as your back hit the abyss of water.

The force of the fall knocked the wind out of you, darkness, and cold immediately spiked your veins, struggling against the cold. The blindfold slid off, your hair fanning out in the water. Slightly blurred senses, you opened your eyes not being able to see a thing you blindly swam around looking for the entrance that went under the stage. Cursing to yourself, you couldn’t swim well due to the fact you dinged your ankle on the bottom of a statue as you fell. The pain dulled for now as the cold numbed you. Swimming upwards toward the light you ascended, gasping for breath. Your face stung from the cold and the impact of the water, coughing you blinked away the water from your eyes. A black curtain now surrounded the pool of water going all the way to the top of the rafters. Looking up, you didn’t how you were supposed to get out. Not being able to kick your legs any longer due to your ankle, you held onto the base of a statue. Glaring up at it’s porcelain eyes, “This is all your fault,” You hissed to no one in particular. Dazed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the ascending body coming down, looking over it was the head of safety, he was hooked up around his waist as he was lowered down next to you.

“Y/N, we are so-,” You held up a hand, shaking your head. “This wasn’t anyone’s fault, it was mine because I agreed to do the stunt. I knew the risks, I know you all tried your best to keep me safe. I am fine,” Smiling at him the best you could due to the cold. Taking his hand, you were hoisted up onto a swing like contraption, and you were once again in the air. Luckily that was the last performance of the night and it went out with a bang, well splash. Once safely on the rafters, a towel was immediately placed around you, hot packs on your neck.

“Aish~ I’m fine,” You said as you winced putting too much weight on your ankle. Your stage manager snorted mumbling a quiet ‘Yeah right.’ Limping down the rafters to get backstage, you were worried about how Jimin was, once you approached the door to go back to the main area, you heard a booming voice, with a distinct Satoori accent.

“Why the actual hell, would you allow her to do that? I even said she shouldn’t! So help me God if she-” Jimin's rage was stopped mid sentence as one of the staff opened the door, shuffling forward, you gave a small wave to the boys and some crew, a wet puddle dripping from your hair.

“He-,” Not even getting a sentence out, Jimin rushed forward, his silver hair disheveled as he briskly walked up to you. His hands were warm against your flushed cheeks. Before you could do anything his warm lips met yours. Desperate and soft. You forgot about everything that happened in the past half hour, it was just you and Jimin. You held onto him like your life depended on it. He pushed into you hard, pecking you, biting your lips. You gasped in his mouth for air. He let go of you, breathing erratically, his hands still clutching your face. He leaned his forehead against yours; looking up at him, his lips slightly red. You held your breath, as you flattened your palms against his silky dress shirt. Now looking down.

“Jagiya,” His voice was tight. Shaking your head, you bit your lip and pushed your head into his chest. Eyes welling with tears, you forgot about the fact that you were still drenched. Your wet hair stuck in uncomfortable places. Jimin kissed the top of your head, breathing in you stepped back from him.

“I’m okay,” Your voice wavered a bit, looking at everyone. Jimin's hair reflected against the light, his plush lips forced into a thin line. His ring clad fingers holding your waist.

“Y/N,” Namjoon began, the leader having a troubled look in his eyes, “I’m so sorry, I take full responsibility for,” He stopped rambling as you held up your hand,

“Joon I’m fine, it’s no one’s fault but mine,” You smiled at everyone, “Honestly, I am just tired and cold, and also feeling guilty. I’m sorry if I ruined the show, especially since it was your guy’s last one I’m sorry.” You mumbled a bit flustered, shifting out of Jimin’s grasp to turn and look at the boys.

Hoseok flicked his hand, “What are you talking about? You did amazing! Yeah it didn’t go as planned but still, it was amazing Y\N. You are truly talented; definitely giving chim over here a run for his money.” Hoseok winked at you.

Feeling your cold cheeks flush slightly, you smiled at the older boy. Putting your head into Jimin’s chest. Shivering slightly, you wanted to change and go home, weariness was slowly overcoming you. The adrenaline was wearing off, making the noticeable ache in your ankle appear. Shuffling the injured part of your body behind you, you wrapped your arms around Jimin, as the boys fondly talked with one another, getting congratulations from the staff and managers.

“Y\N-ah, what’s wrong with your ankle?” Jungkook said with his mouth stuffed full of fruit from the basket; a gift from you to congratulate the boys. Shifting from Jimin’s hold, you glared at the maknae. Before you could limp over and whack him on his pretty head, you felt the cool metal of Jimin's rings, under your bare thighs and back.

“Jimin! You’re going to get all wet-,” You wailed as the now damp towel fell from your slightly wet body. Jimin wasn’t having any of it as he took your calf in his hand and pulled it up. Yelping in pain, you held your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Your ankle was fucked. To put it short. Bursts of purple and pinks, hell even green; violently stared at you. Swollen wasn’t an easy way to put it. Spots of dried blood and scratches, on both sides of your foot. The worst part was the deep scratch, on the back of your leg. Small bruises, speckled around the damaged area. Your manicured toes slightly cut up as well.

Looking at Jimin’s hand, he gently ran his fingers across your leg. The coolness of his rings slightly soothing, a pained expression adorned his usual soft features.

“Jimin I-,” You stopped mid-sentence. He sighed and looked at you, kissing your cheek gently; he let go of your leg.

“Can someone get the medical staff to look at her? After that we’re going home, Sorry boys I promise we will celebrate tomorrow.” Jimin said as he put you down on the couch. Looking up at him to protest, he shut you up but pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Humming after he pulled himself back up, he grinned at you, “No whiny attitude baby,” Jimin spoke as he flicked your nose, you scrunching it and slapping his hand away.

“Bite me Park,” You playfully snapped as he sauntered away to talk to the medics.

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Jimin carried you from the limo, to your shared apartment that you were staying in during tour.

“Jiminnn~,” You whined, “Put me down dammit! I am perfectly capable of walking!” You said kicking your feet up and down in frustration. The medical team cleaned up your ankle to the best of their ability. Saying it was a minor sprain and to keep pressure off it for a few days. But Jimin insisted you were “helpless” and took it upon himself to not leave you out of his sight.

The coolness of the night whipped at you, even though you were tightly wrapped in one of Jimin’s jumpers. Mint aftershave and tangerine tickled your nose. Sighing in contentment, you leaned your body against Jimin’s and closed your eyes.

“Hey,” Jimin whined, digging his fingertips into your sides.

“Yah! What the hell are you doing Park?” You snapped at him jerking in his arms. Annoyed by the fact that he startled you, causing you to almost fall out of his grip. Looking up at him, he grinned at you. His crooked tooth that he hated but you adored, peeked at you. Softening your glarec, you leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Don’t do that, meanie,” You said through puffed out cheeks as he chuckled and turned the keys to your apartment.

Entering, It was dark; the moonlight behind you illuminating the entrance. Jimin leaned down, abling you to hop onto your uninjured ankle and lean against the table where numerous unopened packages layed.

Softly closing the door, you and him were encased into darkness. Sliding your hands against the walls to turn the light switch on, you misstepped and tripped over a pair of trainers. A soft ‘omph’ left your mouth as you put both hands in front of you to catch your fall. Instead of meeting the coolness of the wood flooring, your hands met the smooth expanse of Jimin’s forearms.

“You’re so clumsy little one,” Jimin murmured. Sleep evident in his voice. His hands gripped your waist, stilling you and pulling you up all the way. You felt his hand shift, turning on the lights to a dim exposure. Before you could make words out, he hoisted your legs around his waist and wordlessly carried you to the couch. Cautious of your injury, he lowered you and him onto the plush material. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you could make out soft features of his face due even due to the low lighting. His silver hair, fading into a dusky grey; fell against his forehead. Steely eyes held with sincerity, feeling as though the irises were burning warmth into your chest.

Staring at him for what felt like an eternity, his hands came up to cup your cheeks. The roughness of his thumbs gently brushed over your cupid's bow, and then onto your cheeks. Without even noticing, you felt the warmth of tears flood in the back of your eyes, and then a single tear slid down Jimin’s knuckles and onto the curve of your jaw.

“Why are you crying baby?” Jimin murmured, his voice raspy. You shook your head and closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

“I-I, I’m just sorry Jimin. I should've never done the stunt, I ruined the performance and-d,” He hushed you and wiped the wetness of your tears away. You hated the fact that you were crying, but the overwhelming sense of guilt led your airways to tighten and then eventually surrender to tears.

“Jagi, you didn’t ruin anything. I’m not mad at you,” He began, continuing to run his thumbs over your face. “Of course I wasn’t fully on board with the idea at all, but I don’t control what you decide to do. I think you did a beautiful job. Watching you was absolutely exquisite. Your performance enraptured me. Hell I almost messed up multiple times on my part because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” His sincere words made your cheeks flush, you hoped he wouldn’t notice in the dimness of the lighting.

Sniffling a few times you leaned into his shoulder and said a feeble, “Really?” You felt him nod as his fingers slid up and down the expanse of your back.

“Of course, was I scared that you got seriously hurt or even worse? Yes. But aside from that, I am so proud of you baby. You are so talented, and headstrong. I am so happy that you are mine.” He spoke softly.

Your eyes welled with tears again, tears of happiness. You leaned up, looking at him and smiled.

“I love you Park Jimin,” You whispered leaning in, and pressed your tear stained lips against his. Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but you silenced him as he responded to the kiss. He gripped the expanse of your neck and jaw gently, rubbing his thumb up and down your throat. Pressing harder into him, you gripped his hair; playing with the soft ends. You pulled back for a second, only to have Jimin whine and grip you tighter. His plump lips, slightly chapped but soft nonetheless. He pecked you a few more times, pulling your bottom lip back with a slight pop. Breathing heavily, you opened your eyes as he rested your forehead against yours. The intensity settled in the pit of your stomach, slowly burning into your chest.

“And I love you, my love.”

Smiling, you leaned into him, savoring the protection you felt in his arms. Safe. Jimin. Tonight's events catching up to you, sleep eventually eludes you. The soft rise and fall of the man’s chest in which you laid lulled you. Encompassing you, until the last thing you saw in your peripheral vision was his hand brushing a stray hair behind your ear. Along with the fiddling of a familiar ring that he gave to you with a promise two years ago.