#tomorrow i'm reading all his supports i swear to god

[felikatze]

i need to study fogado like a bug i need to blorbo assign him one of my fake emblems for au paralle purposes he CANNOT remain the only one of the young royals i dont have deranged blorbo thoughts over

hortensia and alcryst were easy because Bias and celine took. a lot of cooking to hook my claws in but. i'm coming for you fogado just you wait I'LL BRAINWORM YOU YET

[chaotic-mystery]

Code Red Chapter Eight | I Could Fly Home, With My Eyes Closed

Pairing: No outbreak AU dbf!Joel Miller x f!OC (told in 2nd POV)

Summary: Everything's going good with Joel and your life, but is it almost too good? What happens when you put Joel on the spot about taking a vacation together?

Content Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only blog MDNI. Enemies to lovers, dads best friend Joel, age gap (readers in her twenties and Joel is in his forties), slow burn, strained father/daughter relationship, daddy issues, swearing, arguing, mentions of anxiety and how that feels, angst, showering with Joel, hand job, dirty talk, morning sex, penetration (p in v), pet names (Joel refers to himself as daddy and you call him that as well), worshipping, fantasizing about eating you out at work, power dynamic, reader smokes. (If I've missed anything please let me know!)

Authors Note: I'm back. After some long thinking I decided it would be best to change Code Red from a reader insert to a female OC told in 2nd POV. There's just too much in here that adds to the story and dynamics for it to continue to be a reader insert while also being a blank slate. I want to reiterate the reader IS NOT physically described in any way other than having hair long enough to push away from the face. There's an underlying personality that I want to add and explore more and I hope you guys love it just as much as I do. Thank you always @pedgito for beta-ing for me, I love you. I love you all and thank you for the constant support on this. || wc: 5.3k || notif blog || ao3 ||

Every night for the past few months you were staying late at work with Joel to help him sort through the blueprints Tommy left out all over the place during the day. Joel’s hands rest on your shoulders as you sit at your desk, typing up some paperwork so you don’t have to worry about it later.He leans down close to your ear and ever so softly glides his lips over the shell of your ear. 

“Can we go now, baby? S’getting late and I need to get some food in my belly.” A soft kiss to your cheek makes you smile, face growing warmer by the second. 

“Just one more and then I’ll be done, I swear it.” You chuckle and squirm away, trying to type as fast as you can. His lips motivate you to keep going and soon enough his hands follow, dragging up your sides and stopping right over your wrists. 

“No, no more. It’ll be here for tomorrow.” Your chair spins around and you become face to face with Joel. 

“Mmmm I’m not too sure if my boss will like that.” You joke.

A grin fights to spread on his lips. “Yeah, baby? Since when do you care about making me upset?”  

“Since always.” Bullshit. You make him upset for the fun of it. The way his brows knit together and he gets that frown, arms crossed over his chest. He looked so good when he was mad. 

He reaches out his hand and pushes back on your chair to make it recline the closer he gets to your face, a small hum coming from his mouth. Menthol and tobacco tickles your nose as Joel leans in as close as he can before touching his plush lips to yours. You can almost taste him. You need him so badly. 

“You’re not a very good liar, sweet girl.” 

He finally closes the gap between you two and his tongue immediately wants access to your mouth which you happily oblige. Pulling him closer as if he was going to disappear, you run your fingers through his dirty curls at the nape of his neck. He was your drug and by god did you need every single ounce of him. Soft grunts come from between his lips which causes you to smirk between kisses and makes you wonder how far he’d let this go right here at your desk. 

Just as you grab his shirt to pull it from where it was tucked in his jeans, Joel laughs and pulls away slightly, just enough to look at you. 

“Come on, let’s go home.” 

Home. 

What he means is your house, but home slipped out so effortlessly. Like clock work he’d drive you two back to your shared neighborhood and he’d grab clothes from his house and usually something to read, either the farmers almanac or a magazine from the gas station, and come over to eat dinner with you before you hole up for the night and relax. It was only on nights Sarah wasn’t home and with her mother, as she had no idea about her dad dating the cool neighbor to the left of them. You respected the idea of him not wanting to tell her yet. The feeling always came back to you late at night when Joel was asleep in your bed with soft snores coming from him, always reminding you how wonderful he really was. Joel would never put Sarah in the position to constantly have women coming and going in her life, confusing her every single time she’d come back to his house and learn her dad was no longer with his girlfriend. Alan on the other hand, was good at making your life feel like a revolving door, no stability, no good people around besides what little family of his he tolerated. Joel is the complete opposite of him and how they’re friends, you’ll never understand. 

✮

You toss your purse onto the counter as Joel locks the deadbolt on the front door before he kicks his boots off onto the mat and groans tiredly as his feet rest flat on the hardwood floor. You grab a glass from the cabinet above your head to pour yourself a glass of water to go with your fries from the diner you just left. Joel looks at you with a puzzled expression on his face as he walks over to you. 

“What are you doin’, I thought you were full?”

You put a fry in your mouth and look at him before answering.

“No, but I noticed how tired you were and I didn’t want you to wait on me to finish so that’s why I asked Pearl for a box. No big deal baby, it’s fine.” 

Joel's face drops as he starts to understand why you did what you did. 

“Baby…” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before continuing, “please don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” You question with a mouth full of french fries and look at him confused. You weren’t seeing an issue with what you did but it was clear Joel was feeling differently. 

“This. Don’t rush yourself and not finish eating because you think I’m annoyed you’re taking too long or whatever may be the case.” Joel checks his tone and makes sure he’s not coming across as mad, but concerned. 

He steps in front of you and grabs your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek slowly as he looks at your eyes. 

“As corny as this is gonna sound, I'm gonna say it anyway. I will always wait for you, doesn’t matter what Im waiting on you for. If you’re eating I want you to enjoy your food, not look at me and think you gotta finish the rest at home because you think I’m gonna get mad at ya. Take your time, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” His attempt at reassuring you ends with a kiss to your forehead and his arms wrapping around you tightly until you’re against him with not an inch between you two. 

Your throat tightens with the need to apologize for doing that, as if you’ve done something wrong. 

“Okay…I’m sorry…” You mutter against his chest. 

“It’s fine, honey. I’m not mad at ya. Tell you what, why don’t I go shower and then we can watch a movie. How’s that sound?” You kiss him in agreement and Joel gives you a tired smile before he walks towards the bathroom with his clean clothes in hand. Time ticks on and it feels like eternity before you hear the water start and the shower curtain close and you couldn’t help but want to sit in there with him and just be near him. He made you finally feel comfortable in every aspect of yourself to allow yourself the small things as such.

You walk over to the bathroom door and clutch the crystal door knob to give it a turn and open the door just enough for you to slip inside. Steam whooshes past your face and the smell of your cucumber melon body wash fills your nose and you can’t help but smile at him smelling like you, never gets old.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” Joel hollers in a playful tone as he lathers his body with soap. 

You rest against the sink with your arms folded over your chest and for a second you think about ripping your clothes off to join him. You must’ve been taking too long to respond, suddenly your face was sprinkled with water to snap you back to reality. 

“You just gonna stand there and be silent or are you gonna get your ass in here?” 

That was all you needed to hear. Your clothes were on the floor before he could finish rinsing the stress filled day off his body. Joel turns around to the back of the shower and looks at you kind of surprised, not thinking you’d really join him in the shower. He switches spots with you and your eyes flutter shut with the trail of warm water running down your body until you’re covered in it. 

“Do you want me to wash your back for you, honey?” 

You think for a moment and answer Joel truthfully.

“Not at the moment but um…I was wondering if you’d hold me? Just for a second and then I’ll wa-“ 

Joel stops you by wrapping his arms around your torso from behind and giving you a light squeeze to let you know it’s okay. 

Nothing mattered in that moment besides him in that ugly green bathroom you hated so much, with his arms wrapped around you as if he’s won the lottery or something. To him he did, he definitely won. 

Joel, trying to be as much of a gentleman as he could be, starts to inch his fingers down your hip little by little, tugging you closer against his groin. 

“You’re so beautiful. Fuck I’m so lucky to even be this close to you.” He kisses your shoulder and continues speaking.

“To touch you.” A kiss between your shoulder blades.

“To see your bratty ass sitting so pretty at that desk at work…bet you didn’t even know you make me so hard I have to distract myself with something else before I do something I’ll regret.” His teeth ever so slightly graze your earlobe before he spins you around to face him. 

You open your eyes slowly and decide to test him a little more. 

“Like what? What would you do that you’d regret?” Smoothing over his sides beneath the warm water, you kiss his chest and hear his breath shudder, distracted from giving you a polite version of his answer. 

“To take you to the bathroom stall and eat your pussy until you’re screaming against my hand on your mouth, begging me to stop.”

“What makes you think I’d let you get that far before I’d get my hands on you?” You retort. Joke was on him, you’d never let him get ahead of you like that before you got your way with him first.

Still, you wanted to play this game with him. Before he could respond, you lean up and kiss him roughly, your hand traveling down his stomach until you bump his cock, already half hard just thinking about having you in such a predicament. 

A moan chokes out from Joel as if he’s been holding that one back forever and you can’t help but get into how much power you have over him, regardless what he says. Each stroke to his cock from your wet hand earns you a louder moan than the previous one, his hand reaching down desperately to cup your ass, water splashing against your feet harshly.

“F-fuck baby, jus’ like that. My god-” 

You hook your arm on his shoulder to keep him still as you go faster and kiss his neck, more and more moans pouring from his soft lips like honey. Joel’s knees begin to buckle a little and you smirk in the crook of his neck before biting the skin just enough to make him wince. 

“You’re so fucking hard, Joel. Dirty old man, thinking about eating me out at work. Tsk tsk tsk.” Whatever he’s been doing to you over the past months was giving you this new found confidence to be a dirty talker and a little dominant even though you were the biggest brat he’s ever crossed. 

Joel’s eyes squeeze tight as he takes in your words mixed with your hand curling just right over the sensitive tip. 

“O-old man, huh? But you wanna suck this old man's dick, don’t you?” 

He got you there, you wanted to do more than that. 

“Maybe, maybe not.” 

“What did I say earlier, honey…you’re not a very good liar.” He moans out and you pump his cock faster, hoping it would keep him from talking. 

Just as his groans echoes off the tile of the shower walls, you hear tires on the gravel driveway outside. You both stop in your places and turn to look out the small window above your head and notice your dad’s truck in your driveway. 

Fuck. 

Immediately you shut the water off and throw Joel’s towel at him and tell him to stay in the tub before you close the curtain on him and wrap a new towel around you from the closet. Hastily you begin to run around your entire place trying to grab anything that remotely looked like someone else was here with you. Joel’s boots sitting by the front door catches your eye and you bend down to grab them, hearing your doorbell ring. A big clunk comes from the boots hitting the closet floor before you close the doors and you can see your father’s shadow in the frosted glass of your front door. 

Fuck.

Three loud knocks to the glass pane makes you jump and you holler loud enough for him to hear outside, “One second! Hold on!” You run to your room and throw on a robe quickly before making your way back to the door with the fabric tied tightly around your body. 

You open the door to face your dad’s back and he turns to face you. 

“Bad time?” He dryly asks. 

“N-no, I was just getting out of the shower. Not trying to be rude but what are you doing here? It’s so late and I didn’t know you knew where I lived…” You close the collar on your robe more as the wind breezes past, sending goosebumps down your already anxious body. 

“I uh, I didn’t. I came to see Joel but he’s probably asleep, didn’t answer…and I noticed your car over here, didn’t know yall were neighbors.” He breathes in sharply as if he’s offended you didn’t share that with him. 

“So do I get to see the place or not?” He half asks as he’s trying to step inside before you give your answer. Noticing how pushy he’s being, it’s clear something is bothering him but he won’t spit it out. 

“No it’s really messy in here, I’ll invite you back though, promise.” You hold the door against your side tightly, foot behind it to keep it still. The awkwardness lingers while he processes you telling him no, something he’s never been able to understand when it comes from you. 

Tongue in cheek, he nods a little disappointedly and steps backwards to the railing of the porch. 

“S’okay. Didn’t think you’d want your dad in your space anyway, I get it.” There it was. The same sad sob story he always gave, his favorite card to play the second you didn’t turn into his puppet like you used to as a little girl. 

“Dad-” you begin, “-it’s not like that, I swear.” Your head falls as you can feel yourself getting more and more upset by the second. Nothing good is going to come from this, from him knowing you live here. Next to Joel. 

“Did you find a new job yet? The girls down at the bar keep talkin’ about how everyone around here knows about the little fight you caused months ago and now no one wants to hire ya.” The nerve he had to come over here, thinking you’d be chit chatty at almost eleven o’clock at night, just to hear how those bitches down at the bar that don’t even know you, tell your dad about his own daughter. 

Speechless, you stand there with a growing lump in your throat that acted as a net and stole every single word that you attempted to choke out. 

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t look good on me.” 

Unbelievable.

Blood boiling like water on a stove, you sigh loudly and stand straight up, ready to tell him exactly what you were thinking.

“I have a job now, thanks. I’ve had one for a few months now, actually. Thank you for coming over here and insulting me and telling me what the girls at that grimey fucking bar think of me. I really appreciate it, dad. Goodnight.” You slam the door and lock it before he has the chance to open it and knowing him he would. Within seconds your heartbeat begins to race and your head gets dizzy, Joel takes notice and he’s clothed now as he comes from around the corner. There’s no room to care that he heard every word of what just happened, you can’t get air into your lungs fast enough and you look panicked at him. 

“J-Joel I-” You clutch your chest and glance around the room quickly.

He rushes over to you and cups your face, muttering something to soothe you but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“I-I’m gonna go sh-shower.” 

“Baby, are you okay? Do you want me to come sit in there with you?” He asks but everything seems so muffled over the beat of your own heart that hasn’t slowed yet. You wander towards the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it without answering Joel. Warm tears glide down your cheeks as you start the water once more and step in, your cold body shivering under the now hot water that feels like it’s going to melt your skin off. 

Why would he say that? Surely he defended you to them, right? As a father, he could not have just sat there and let them talk about you like that, no way. Anyone in their right mind would never let someone talk about their daughter in such a manner but this was your dad, and he wasn’t a regular dad. 

Trails of water run down your back and you stand in silence with a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs you started to let out. You couldn’t tell if it was tears or water from the shower coating your face anymore. 

✮

The sunlight slowly begins to pour into your bedroom, mourning doves singing faintly as they sit in the trees. As you lay there with Joel snoring on his back next to you, you couldn’t help but replay the night before. Your dad knowing where you live, especially next to Joel, wasn’t something you ever planned on sharing. Deep in thought, you didn’t even notice Joel stirring awake next to you until you’re engulfed by his arms wrapping around you and tugging you into him. 

“Good morning, baby.” He mumbles in your ear and nuzzles into your neck, eyes still shut. His favorite thing to do as soon as he’s awake is to pull you close and have a cuddle before you get up for the day, but today felt different. The house was silent but there was this unmentioned tenseness you didn’t talk about from last night and you weren’t even sure if he did hear everything your dad said to you. 

Failure. An embarrassment. How long before Joel soon started to see you that way?

“Hey…you’re doin’ too much thinkin’ before you’ve had coffee. What’s the matter?” Soft kisses to your cheek snaps you out of it and you try to shake it off. 

“Nothin, it’s nothing. Do you want pancakes or waffles for breakfast?” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were Joel. 

“I want this. Just stay like this a little longer.” Joel presses more kisses to your shoulder and trails them over your chest until you’re on your back, tucked under him snugly. 

“You don't really want that.” 

Joel scoffs and dips his head under the covers to soon place his mouth on your stomach. “It’s exactly-“ he pecks your skin, “-what I want.” A low groan vibrates against your belly and you laugh slightly from the tickling sensation as your fingers manage their way into his soft bed head. 

Hooking his index and middle finger in the waistband of your panties, Joel starts to trail his mouth down your abdomen and bites at the blue cotton fabric covering your growing aching heat by the second. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Joel kisses your clothed pussy before dipping his fingers inside right to your clit. Slipping against his fingers makes you moan in his mouth and press your body against his enough to make your nipples brush against his arm. 

“J-fuck-Joel, please fuck me, god damn. Fuck me.” Your whiny pleads only make him finger you in more of a teasing manner, changing speeds and styles sporadically against your desperate attempts to fuck yourself against him. His mouth falls open to bite your earlobe while his fingers toy with your entrance. 

“You want daddy’s big dick inside you, hm? Use your manners.” His left hand comes up to rest on your windpipe as he kisses your lips. 

“Please, please please, daddy, please fill me up.” 

Everything was different this morning, even the sex. He felt more gentle with his actions, not wanting to throw you around like a ragdoll this time and it was a nice change for you. 

With a swift move Joel shucks off his basketball shorts and runs the tip of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as his lube. 

“That’s right, such a good girl for me.” His finger swirls slowly on your plush lips before going inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue softly. Like muscle memory, you suck his finger and bite down firmly when he puts his cock inside you, the pressure subduing rather quickly when you adjust to him. 

Quivering warm breaths hit your neck as Joel buries his face into you. Moaning and groaning echo off your bedroom walls and you feel Joel nibble on your neck trying to get you to moan louder for him. 

“Yesss oh my god Joel, just like that please.” Your slurred words go quieter as his hips slam into you, but it wasn’t the normal rough sex. The passion was through the roof and he wanted to make you feel worshiped. 

“You’re so good to me baby doll, so damn good to me.” His husky voice is like liquid velvet in your ears and you can’t get enough. Joel’s name flys from your mouth with every other curse word you can rattle off as you start to feel that burning sensation in the pits of your belly. Arms wrapping around his neck and nails clawing at his back, your legs close around his waist subconsciously, trying to get him deep inside you as you could. It felt too good to let him sit up and pound into you, that’s not what you wanted. 

Chasing that orgasm, Joel starts to whimper in your ear everything you want to hear, squirming on top of you as he made it his mission to make you come before he did and he was putting in the work. Joel’s mouth around your nipples, biting and sucking for moments at a time before he goes back to your neck, then back to your nipples. 

“Cmon, jus’ like that. F-fuck, baby-ughhh-yes, I-I-” His words fall short on your lips as they connect, tongues dancing in the middle together. 

“I-I love y-you” was the last thing you heard before coming on his cock thrusting deeply inside of you and with a few more pumps, Joel was shooting warm ropes of cum inside you. 

Panting underneath him trying to catch your breath, you smooth the curls at the nape of his neck and whisper, “I love you too.”

I love you. 

Of course you wanted to say it months ago, hell, you’ve been waiting to say it since he defended you that night at White Pony. Being with him for the last eight months was nothing short of trying. You butt heads like no one’s business and throw little comments at each other under your breaths and he doesn’t take your shit, as do you his. 

I love you.

It sounded so good coming from him. 

I love you.

✮

Seeing Joel all fucked out and snoring softly in your room with pink sheets and pillowcases surrounding him makes you laugh quietly to yourself, the most southern man you’ve ever met who wasn’t afraid to sleep in a hyper pink room. He always tells you it’s the best sleep he can get but you’re convinced it’s just your mattress he loves. 

A knock on your front door makes you jump slightly. A Saturday morning and someone knocking on your door? Probably the neighborhood kids playing around. Pulling on your black sweatpants and a clean shirt from off the floor, you slink down the stairs and open the front door to a bouquet of roses sitting right at the edge of the stairs. 

What the fuck?

Small rainbows casted onto the wooden porch as the sun shined through it, roses dancing ever so gracefully in the breeze. A card poked through the bubblegum pink bulbs and you could feel your anxiety growing from something you were unsure about. Not many had your address but now that your dad knows where you live, who knows what shit he’d pull. 

“Miss you, baby girl! I’m so proud of you for doing what’s best for you. Hope these get to you when you need them the most. 

-mom” 

She always did have a good intuition of when you needed her the most. You dip inside without making too much noise  to grab your cigarettes and lighter from your purse sitting by the coat rack, closing the front door softly to assure Joel wouldn’t wake. 

Warm tobacco fills your lungs to take the edge off your anxiety and for some reason you couldn’t stop feeling like you needed to go see your mom. She had a cabin out in Michigan right in South Haven near the beach, private and secluded just how she always wanted, that you never grew tired of being in. It’s been years since you’ve got to go due to work and moving all over the place to get away from your mistakes that seemed to follow no matter where you went. Texas was safe, for now at least. 

The slowly burning cigarette was getting towards the end and you crushed the butt against the sidewalk before flicking it into the pebbles by your bushes and groaning at yourself mentally, knowing Joel will see it and give you an earful later about doing that. 

Why shouldn’t you go see your mom? You had the money saved up and it didn’t seem to be too hard to get your boss to agree to give you the time off. Your feet move as fast as they can back inside the house to the counter to set the flowers down and then upstairs to Joel in your bed, sound asleep on his stomach with his face barely visible behind his bicep of his arm tucked under the satin pink pillow. 

Climbing on top of him and basically straddling his ass, you pull the covers off him and rub his back slowly, dragging your nails up and down his skin softly. A couple of mumbles leave his lips as he stirs under you, his other arm reaching backwards and squeezing your leg just enough to realize it was you. 

“Mmmmbabyyyy whasthemaddur?” His cheeks squished together distort his words but by this point you were fluent in half asleep Joel language. 

“I need to ask my boss something but I don’t know what he’ll say.” You giggle and kiss the top of his back and lay your chest on him, your arms at his sides comfortably. His heart was beating faster with every rise and fall of breath he takes in. 

“I was um…I was thinking ya know…I want to go see my mom, in Michigan.” You looked in his direction before continuing. “And I was wondering if I could get maybe a week off? Pleaseeee.” You drag out the last word and start to kiss his back more in hopes he’d comply and give in faster. Was Joel really prepared to tell you no? 

He turns his head the opposite way and coughs as he wakes up more, chuckling at your attempts to butter him up. 

“You, my favorite worker, want a week off? To go on vacation? The nerve!” Joel’s dramatic tone takes you by surprise and you continue kissing his back trying to contain your laughter.

“She lives in Michigan? Must be pretty nice there on the lake- never been but I’ve been to Chicago a few times, real pretty out on the water.” The softness in his voice makes your heart swell a little and before you can stop yourself you ask flat out, “what if you came with me?” 

Joel turns to the side and dumps you onto the bed before sitting up to look at you.

“What?” The smile was long gone now from where it was mere seconds ago on his face.

You push the fluffy comforter out of your sight and meet his eyes.

“Come with me. Let me show you around Michigan and you can meet my mom, maybe.” Everything felt right, it felt like the right time for Joel to meet your mom, having been together for eight months now.

Joel fiddles with the loose thread coming from the cover and you start to get that anxious feeling again.

“I um…I can’t, darlin’...I’m sorry. I just-” He stops but he doesn’t know how to continue, so he doesn’t attempt to say more for what felt like eternity. “With Sarah and everything I can’t, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine, I get it.” Your voice cracks and you sit up facing the wall to hastily wipe your face and pretend like that didn’t just break your heart a little. 

✮

A couple weeks pass and it’s been awkward between you and Joel since he shut down the idea of meeting your mother. It wasn’t like you’d be around her the entire trip but he didn’t give you a chance to explain either. Maybe that was too far for his boundaries. 

With your flight booked and your bags packed sitting by the front door, Joel had been distant at work and didn’t stay for long when he’d come over after work. Was this your punishment for trying to grow with him?

As you dragged your luggage to the driver you booked, you notice Joel’s truck gone from his driveway and your heart drops in your chest. Not even a goodbye, see you when you get back, nothing. 

You get in the back of the car and drive to the airport with tears stinging your eyes. You’ve officially scared him off and he wants nothing to do with you now. 

His phone rings four times before you get his voicemail, that voice is like music to your ears. 

“This is Joel, I uh- I can’t come to the phone right now but leave me a message I call ya back- bye.”

The recording beeps and suddenly you’re speaking exactly what you’re thinking.

 “Joel…it’s me. I um-“ your voice cracks, a tear rolling down your cheek, “-I’m on my way to the airport right now…I just wanted to say bye. I walked over but you weren’t home even though I told you when I was leaving. Why are you doing this to me? I don’t understand…” 

The tears were flowing down your warm face, the driver nervously looking in his rear view mirror to check on you. You hang up the phone angrily before tossing it in your purse. What once was a beautiful view and lovely drive became a cry fest and blurred by tears. 

Within an hour the driver pulls up to the airport and helps you with your stuff, telling you to have a safe trip before driving off. So many couples littered the building inside, scattered off to the side either reuniting or departing, some leaving together. That should’ve been you and Joel. Ugly airport outfits and coffee in hand, laughing at the delusion that riddled your tired brains. 

You plop down on the bench near your gate and pull out your book, the faeries and mortals making it seem so much better than here. 

“You gonna read the whole time we’re in Michigan or?” That fucking voice. 

Joel.

You practically break your neck to turn and look at him, a filthy smirk plastered on his face. 

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chapter summary: back to reader's pov, joel is issued a firmer warning, and old vices are revisited

warnings: 18+, mdni. previous dark!joel/raider!joel. angst. threat. violence. panic attack. mention of ptsd/nightmares. lotsa swearing. alcoholism/drug overdose. suicidal ideation.

a/n: i half proof-read this but editing was turning me inside out so i called it a day and pushed post. pls forgive me. love u all

You'd be lying if you pretended that the sight of Joel breaking down on your front porch didn't tug both sides of your mouth into an uncharacteristically sadistic smile.

Big, scary Joel Miller. The man who put the fear of God in most of Jackson's residents each and every day. He was a ghost story in this town; rumours of his past life were exchanged in low voices, whispers gliding through pools of beer at the Tipsy Bison after dark.

He had been a ghost to you, too. An intangible apparition that left you feeling like a little girl afraid of the dark.

But here he was, on your doorstep, sobs racking through his body and tears falling from his eyes.

He looked pathetic. Powerless.

You had an overwhelming urge to touch him as he wept. To place a hand on his upper arm or rake your fingers through his hair and pull, pull, pull. To ground yourself in the moment, to prove to yourself this was real. Your fingertips swelled with power. The feeling was electric; you momentarily understood how men like him became infatuated with the sensation.

You'd grown to realise that men didn't like it very much when they were faced with facts of their wrongdoings. You had seen it first in your father. How he would attempt to convince you, and himself, that he was a good man. That he had tried everything to bring your mother back from the pit she called home, but that she was too stubborn. That it was her decision to crawl further and further into the darkness.

It was interesting, to you at least, how your father had slowly managed to believe his own lie. You had watched as he'd wiped his slate clean and moulded a new identity that only existed in words, not actions.

You looked on as Joel did the same. You watched him come undone, clinging onto the wooden railing for support, assuming the same stance as when you'd confirmed his suspicions about Mia's parentage.

It felt like watching a predator behind five layers of glass at the zoo. You couldn't help but stare at his insides mangling his body; his knuckles white against the railing, shoulders rigid against his neck, jaw clenched and throat humming with gulps of air between sobs. It looked unnatural, like seeing a polar bear sprawled against a cold rock on a summer's day in Georgia.

Repeatedly turning up here, at your home, was one thing. But to demand a right to see your daughter? His unrelenting audacity was astounding; it was the self-confidence only a man who had lied to himself over and over could pull off.

"I need you to quieten down, Joel. I have neighbours." You warned in a harsh whisper, afraid of providing Jackon with a buzz of gossip tomorrow morning.

You pulled him by the arm and dragged him inside to ensure his attention. Pinning him against the front door, taking a second to commend your own strength knowing he could put you on your ass in seconds, you pressed the blade from your back pocket against the base of his throat.

"You make a single move toward those stairs or do anything to wake my daughter, I will gut you. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." He choked in response.

You released your weight from him, finally realising just how big he actually was. He towered over you, his broad shoulders eclipsing the entire width of the doorframe. You wondered if he had stayed beneath your grip solely for your benefit.

"Sit down." You gestured toward the sofa, pacing back and forth as he obeyed.

"M'a good father, y'know." He hiccuped, face buried in his hands.

"I'm sure your Father of the Year award got lost in the mail." You retorted under your breath.

"I may not be a good man, but I've always been a good father. Took down all those Fireflies for Ellie. But now she don't wanna talk to me, she don't even look at me most days."

You weren't entirely listening as he mumbled into the palm of his hands, his body still jolting from time to time with poorly contained sobs.

"Well what did you do to piss her off?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Look, Joel. As much as I love our little heart to hearts, you nee-"

"Mommy?" You hadn't noticed Mia come into the room. Your muscles froze.

"Hey, sweetheart. Couldn't sleep?"

"I heard voices." She rubbed her eyes with little fists.

"I'm sorry we woke you little bird, let me come and tuck you back in."

You moved protectively toward Mia, herding her away from Joel like a shepherd at the sight of a fox in the distance of his flock.

"You were at my birthday party." Mia croaked, peaking around your legs to look at Joel.

He'd straightened his posture as soon as Mia's small voice had startled you both, and now he was leant forward ever so slightly.

There was something you couldn't quite put your finger on reflecting in his eyes. The effects of half a bottle of whiskey, most likely.

"Yes, I was, little lady. Did you have fun?"

"Okay, that's enough, le-" you tried to catch her before she slipped through the gap in your legs.

"Yes, thank you. But the other little girl ate the last of my cake."

Joel chuckled, resting his elbows on his knees with his fingers intertwined.

"That'll be my Ellie. You'll have to forgive her, she ain't had cake in a real long time."

You quickly caught the tear threatening to fall down your cheek.

Seeing the two of them connecting so effortlessly felt like driving past a car crash. You didn't want to look, you wanted to grab Mia in your arms and run as far away as possible, but you couldn't help but stand and stare.

All of their similarities, the quirks and characteristics you could never place in your own daughter suddenly lined up.

The way she looked through her eyelashes with those big brown doe eyes, the slight hook of her nose that you had come to terms with belonging to a stranger.

It was a haunting collision of where you'd come from and where you were headed, your past and future hanging before you with fingers and toes of their own. The man who had made you wish you could tear at your skin until there was nothing left, and the girl who gave you the needle to sew yourself back together. All you could do was stand and watch.

"That's enough, now. Upstairs to bed, Mia." You choked out, placing your body in between her and Joel as if it could stop the same blood from running through them both.

You ushered Mia up the stairs, tucking her into bed with a kiss on the forehead.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, you placed a hand on her cheek and spoke in a low whisper.

"Mia, my love. If you ever see that man in town and I'm not with you, you are not to speak to him. Do you understand?"

"Is he bad?" She whispered in response.

"He's sick, baby. He was outside and alone for a very long time. I just really need you to promise me you'll stay away from him."

"Is he infected?" Her big eyes searched yours for an answer.

"No, sweetheart. It's his mind that's sick."

"Can I get it? The thing that makes him sick?"

"Never. You have honey running through your veins, little bird." You smoothed her hair down, placing a small kiss on her cheek as she giggled.

"Okay, mommy. I promise."

"Good girl. I'll see you in the morning."

She pulled the duvet up to her chin, her eyes fluttering softly shut. You closed her bedroom door and made your way back down the stairs to Joel lingering by the front door. His hands were crumpled in his jeans pockets, eyes concentrating on the wooden floor.

You thought he was about to say something, but rather than hear him out any longer you swatted your palm flat against his chin with all the force you could muster. As the back of his head hit the door with a thud, you connected your knee with his crotch, bringing your face down to his as he doubled over with a groan.

"You must've misheard me before. Pull this shit again and I'll make sure no woman has to suffer the misfortune of putting up with you, daddy of the year, ever again."

Feeling around the side of his dangling body, you turned the doorknob and let him stumble backwards into the night.

━━━━━━━━

"We still on for tonight?" Greg pressed about an hour into your morning patrol.

You'd wondered when the dreaded topic of drinks was going to rear its ugly head. In all honesty, you were far too tired from your poor night's sleep to do anything after patrol, but you were equally too tired to argue.

One drink wouldn't hurt, you told yourself. Hell, you might even manage a full night's sleep with the help of a glass of red.

"Sure. Tommy and Maria pick Mia up from school on Tuesdays, anyway."

"Great, I'll swing by yours around 8?"

"No, that's okay. I'll meet you at the Bison."

Hesitant to host yet another unwanted guest, you attempted to put as much distance between him and your home as possible.

You weren't a particularly antagonistic woman, but knowing Joel had arrived at your front door last night just short of a suit of armour boasting about how he just couldn't stand to hear you spoken about in such a way almost spurred you on to see through your plans with Greg. Joel's southern drawl, which wasn't really all that charming, coated each syllable that fell from his mouth with a sickly, lazed attempt at chivalry. Sometimes you thought he dropped half a word simply to conceal the rot in his chest.

Let him disapprove, you thought, remind him of his place: out of your business. Out of your life.

"Won't believe who I had a run-in with last night at the Bison. Tommy's big brother, Joe?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't play coy, Greg. You know his name is Joel."

"Whatever. He's fuckin' nuts. Smashin' his glass around, stormin' out in a damn tantrum like he ran the place."

"That so? What did you say to antagonise him?"

"You think I'm such a troublemaker, huh?" You quietly thanked god that you were riding ahead of Greg, or you're sure you would've caught a stomach-turning glint in his eye at the insinuation you actually thought about him, ever.

As the afternoon meandered into dusk, you wondered how in hell you were going to cope with a double shift of Greg. The leftover bottle of wine from Mia's birthday flickered in your subconscious. A scene played out in your mind of Maria smelling the sweetness on your breath, backing you into a corner and locking eyes with you the way only she could manage.

You hadn't drunk alone since what Maria had coined the incident; you were surprised at her absent-mindedness in leaving the bottle behind in the first place.

Maybe she was testing you.

Perhaps she had undertaken a quiet hypothesis crafted between her and Tommy, one whispered between pillows after the lights went out.

Let's see how long it takes for her to break.

Dr. Lee's voice rang in your ears. Love is conditional and unconditional. He had said. You are not always walking a tightrope - sometimes you are simply walking. Most often, you felt like the rope.

You had watched your mother's descent into paranoia, only a couple of months before she opted for opioids instead. Maybe that was your destiny; a bottle-shaped grave with the fingers you slipped through muddying your favourite dress with handfuls of dirt.

Soon enough, you and Greg were pulling yourselves from your saddles, exchanging pleasantries and specifics about meeting later on. You found yourself on autopilot, calculating the quickest route home to swallow down whatever feeling was clawing at your throat.

Maybe you were imagining it, but your front porch seemed to linger with Joel's presence. Approaching your door, you could see the ghost of his shape leaning against the wooden railing, you could still smell the musk of his skin, hear the thud of his body hitting the door. The latter made you smile at least.

On the other side of the door sat that stillness you had to fight to not let swallow you. You could never adjust to the emptiness that tried so hard to engulf you, so instead, you sought to destroy it.

An hour passed. Relaxing into the familiar warmth finally seeping through your skin, you caught your reflection passing the mirror on the way out and smiled. Lips stained and teeth bared. You tipped your chin to the sky and searched the ceiling for any hint of a higher being.

"Jesus, if you're there, make this quick." You spoke to the peeling wallpaper.

━━━━━━━━

Maybe nobody was listening.

You had decided it was easier to surrender to Greg's ego, accepting that he in fact had no interest in conversing with you, but talking at you.

You tried not to dwell on the fact that you hadn't uttered more than a couple of words in the past hour, but he seemed content with that.

One thing Greg was good for was his willingness to keep your glass full. His stories eventually all merged in to one, you didn't care to differentiate the names or places.

You hated his mouth. The way words shaped his lips, the strings of saliva stretching from his tongue to teeth as he boasted about how many infected he had cleared a couple of months ago.

"I was supposed to be patrolling more dangerous locations, but Maria wanted someone more senior on the perimeter." He lied.

Before you could endure any more of his heroism, Tommy came barging through the door, his face flushed but simultaneously sickly pale. He only needed to call your name once before you were on your feet, jogging toward him. You hoped he mistook your stumbling for urgency.

“Tommy?” You attempted to keep your breathing regulated.

His response floated in the air around you, never truly sinking in until the words Mia and some kinda allergic reaction fell from his mouth.

You clutched your stomach, unsure if the liquor was finally catching up with you or if your gut knew something you couldn't bring yourself to process. Tommy called your name, underestimating your speed powered by instinct, an invisible string tying you to her, tugging, tugging, tugging.

"I'm coming," you breathed, words disappearing as quickly as they'd formed. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Maria and Tommy's front door was wide open, scurrying bodies illuminated in the rectangular light running to and fro.

You squeezed your eyes tight, for just a second.

"Please." You begged.

Is anybody still listening?

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iMessage!

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hey talia?

whom is this.

oh sorry its hansum

from last night

hope its alright I got your number from ted

oh hi hansum!

contact changed to "mr I shit my pants🪩"

sorry I left without saying goodbye, I was rly tired

oh don't worry abt it, it kinda fizzled out after you left

are you saying I carried the party?

read

wowwwww

hes ignoring me now.

yknow ive only been speechless a handful of times. 

this is one of them, I'm speechless.

so stunned I'm even using proper punctuation.

You forgot to capitalize! 😃

read  real life!

Talia 

hangover is one vicious bitch because it feels like my eyes are being ripped out of their sockets right now, and brittnay's door slamming habits don't fucking help.

"'ello me majesty, i have your water and your trusty advil, 'swell as an open ear for anything that might of occurred last fine evening". I swear britney would of flourished in the middle ages. I take my meds and sit up.

"I think I saw schlatt last night." I deadpan.

you would think I'm telling people someone died, two people in the span of ten minutes have been stunned to silence by me.

"wait a minute, schlatt schlatt? like obsessed with monkeys schlatt? fell off a city bike into a child schlatt? jonathan schlatt from high school?"

"girl you're smart, have you ever met anyone else with the last name schlatt." she shakes her head.

"how do you feel, oh my god did you talk to him?" silence fills the room "you didn't even say hi? oh wow you really are stupid, cmon, wait let me guess, you irish goodbyed too." the silence in the room continued.

"oh bitch you've got to be kidding, tal you cannot keep running away from shit, you are a strong independent woman who needs to stop leaving when things get difficult. do you hear me." brittnay has always been my biggest supporter, but even her words only go so far.

"brittnay its hard, I just feel like my only option is to run away as fast as possible, listen I know you have to go record with trixie, thank you, now go before your late and she kills you."

"you're so lucky i love you, stay strong, stop running and do the dishes, see you at 8." britney calls as she gets up and leaves the house. honestly I've always been a runner, i hate confrontation. i hate actually facing my problems, that's why i lost schlatt in the first place, we were to similar, both scared of outcomes.

"leave, get out of my house schlatt." Talia yelled in his face. "please lia you're leaving tomorrow. I know we don't want to talk about it, but we have too. please I can't lose you lia, c'mon for us we need to talk about it" he begged her in the pouring rain, as cliche as it sounds it was his last chance. he knew no matter how scared he was, he needed to try. "I can't jay, I cant I'm sorry" and she closed the door. closing the chapter on what they could of been

besides she was moving across the country to go to college, he was staying back to start his social media career and his business, it could of worked, maybe. just maybe if she didn't close the door.

iMessage!

theodore roosevelt 

lia

llai

lia

lai

what could you possibly need Theo

I have a huge question

like extremely large

like my johnson

ok wait I need to be serious 😔

gonna ignore the johnson comment

ok lets hear this ginormous ask

can you come to san fran to film some videos with us?

please you would make it so fun

pleaseeeeee

ted.

pleaseeeeee

when.

tomorrow?

😟 tomorrow?!?

and also

one more tiny detail

very tiny

oh goodness what.

schlatts gonna be there.

hmm??

[theultimatesandwich]

Made the decision to watch the presidential debate tonight. Making a live list of some of my takeaways

Trump is a good speaker but damn he's spouting a lot of bullshit

Biden is doing good staying on topic (for the most part) and telling the relative truth but this man can barely public speak it's a little hard to watch (give him some water please)

Trump supports giving Roe v Wade to the states and on allowing abortions in the event of rape or health concern for the mother (but still defends getting rid of RvW in favor of getting it to the states); Biden wants to ensure abortion rights for everyone regardless

Trump is so focused on bashing Biden and fearmongering that he's avoiding answering the debate questions

Trump is very anti-Palestine, Biden is in favor of supporting Israel and trying to establish peace in the Middle East (unclear if he would support the Palestinian state as an existing country)

Damn ok Trump is still avoiding the debate questions this is getting hard to watch

January 6th oo boi I need alcohol for this

Gonna have to fact check so much of Trumps BS after this can't wait to read the news tomorrow

CONVICTED FELON MENTION BY BIDEN

CONVICTED FELON MENTION OF THE MODERATOR

And also convicted felon mention of Hunter Biden yep knew that would come up

Trump says the system is rigged and he did nothing wrong regarding his conviction yet also says the system was right with convicting Hunter Biden.....the hypocrisy I swear

There's gonna be so many memes after this debate I can't wait

Annnnd Trump avoiding the topic again claiming the Charlottesville story is faked (again can't wait for the fact check to come out after this)

Oh good a break good thing they did I think I'm getting a migraine

Weird they're running political ads during the debate feel like I should just be watching my silly local car commercials

And ANOTHER instance of Trump avoiding the debate question to rebute Biden like dude just stay on topic god damn

Alright I'm caving it's alcohol time

Finally getting to the question yayyyyyy

Yes Joe call him outtt

I should just have the dictionary definition of Fearmongering printed out or at least displayed on the screen every time ole Donny opens his mouth

Biden wants the wealthy to pay their damn taxes

Do Americans have better healthcare coverage right now??? I mean the whole system is just a mess Idk if you can claim that right now Joe

(Side note pleaseee let them talk about student debt)

I should do a shot every time Trump avoids the question and starts his statement by bashing his opponent

I stopped watching the Shibuya Incident arc of JJK to turn on this debate and somehow this is more upsetting

"We have the finest military in the world" ok Biden weird flex but ok

I thought this question was about childcare why are we talking about the military

I'm not going into work tomorrow maybe I should switch from a seltzer to wine. Or rum. Or straight vodka. Unlike American politics I have options

TRUMP AVOIDED THE QUESTION AGAIN SHOT TIME

You went from addiction to immigration again Don I'll send ya some neuroscience papers to read educate yourself before you speak

Spilling tea on both candidates now

Yes Biden you are old try and assuage the concerns you're going to keel over in office instead of talking about computer chip jobs

Yes Trump you are old thank you at least for answering a question for once this debate (but laughing at how he's talking about golf that's not as big a flex as you think)

"I'm happy to play golf if you can carry your own bag" Is Joe Biden trying to settle this debate on the golf course? Is this a high school sports movie?????

I thought these mics were supposed to be muted why are they all talking over each other I thought we could avoid this

Classic politics can't answer a yes or no question

Yes Joe drag himmmm there was no evidence the election was faked

Another break???? Alrighty

Closing statements??? It's almost over????

Biden: tax the rich if you make over 400k to solve inflation and debt and social security, Trump wants to tax you more, handle lead pipes and health issues and lower inflation

Trump: bashes Biden and blames him for all the conflict in Ukraine, Palestine, and USA; more military, more tax cuts, claiming he helped make more jobs or his policys made the jobs in Bidens administration, pro-veteran

Debate analysis time? I thought we were done

Ok I'm going to cut my notes here. My thoughts overall: thought Biden had good points but I'm not super convinced of his mental state for another 4 years. Hopefully he surrounds himself with competent people who can help him get work done. Thought Trump was a good speaker but that's terrifying, considering most of what he was saying was incorrect or avoidant of the question being asked. Wish the moderators had questions about student debt and made the candidates address the questions instead of just the repetitive asking. I did like the choice to have no audience and mics that silenced between candidates (surprised that hasn't been a thing longer)

Anyways form your own opinions, but please go vote and make your voice heard. Have a good night yall

Edit: caught a little of the analysis and thought this quote was darkly hilarious and perfectly summizes American politics right now:

"The most meaningful exchange between the candidates was about their golf swing"

[strangedreamings]

S3E2 (spoilers abound)

Agatha and Charlotte talking about LW's latest column. Charlotte mentions that Edwina has "made a splendid match abroad." So, does that mean she didn't end up with your (great-)nephew Friedrich? Interesting. The shippers will be disappointed, but that's what AO3 is for. Can this be the final mention of Edwina, please?

Pen, did you have to mention Kate's age? I get the point you're trying to make but bringing it up again seems crass.

So glad Mrs. Varley approves of Pen's makeover. She has presumably known Pen since she was a baby so this is nice to see.

The Mondriches getting a tour of their new house. Alice is lowkey PISSED OFF about this whole thing and their new housekeeper doesn't seem any happier.

Eloise walking with Benedict and Colin. Where are her flowers? I don't know if her modiste is Delacroix or the other one but damn, let her have her florals.

Does Benedict not have his own storyline this season? So far, he's just been a supporting character for his siblings' storylines. If he's supposed to be the Bridgerton lead for S4, he needs to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING for himself this season.

Oh God, more secondhand embarrassment watching Pen try to interact with any man besides Colin and Lord Debling. She wasn't nervous at all around Debling last episode, probably because she doesn't see him as a potential suitor (yet). Nervous laughter, the poor thing.

Agatha, Violet, Francesca, and Hyacinth talking about the lords. Well, a music-lover would be a necessity. Is young Hyacinth this interested in the Marriage Mart in the books? I've only read her and Gareth's book once but if I remember correctly, she was not interested in the whole thing, so this seems OOC. I mean, it works, don't get me wrong, but it's not like what I remember her book counterpart to be. Florence is growing up so fast. If they don't get Hyacinth presented next season, she's going to look too old soon to convincingly play a girl still in the schoolroom. Hyacinth is dressing more like a grown-up now -- her hem is lower, etc, so there is some acknowledgement by the show that she is growing up.

No mention at all of the Stirlings so far. I just glanced at the cast list on IMDB and there's a Lord Samadani in 2 episodes this season. Same last initial, so that could be the show's John. As long as her future husband's got a Scottish accent, I don't care what his name is. (I assume Regency Era Scotland is as racially integrated in this universe as RE England.)

I swear, Pen's mother and sisters' hair color changes with each season.

"Do you think babies appear in your womb?" Portia, you're the one who told them two Seasons ago that pregnancy was a contagious disease, are you really that surprised that they're this ignorant about how to get pregnant?

Colin in bed with two women. Those had better be courtesans because if they're two unmarried women of the ton, I'm going to kill him. As long as they're courtesans, I'm actually okay with it -- it was practically expected for young unmarried men of his social status to be sexually experienced before marriage. A horrid double-standard since women of the same class were expected to be virgins, I know, but it was hoped that by sowing their wild oats before marriage, men would be faithful to their wives when they were married. It does look odd that these women didn't even let down their hair before getting into bed. We've seen Simon in S1 with a woman in his bed and Anthony in bed with what was possibly a succession of women but just one at a time in S2, so I believe this is the first time we've seen a threesome on this show. Shonda, here's a hint -- THE MALE LEADS DO NOT NEED TO TOP THE PREVIOUS MALE LEAD'S EXPLOITS. Benedict (or whoever is the male lead in S4) does not need to do something even more outrageous than a threesome, trust me.

"Same time tomorrow?" Has he been doing this DAILY since he got back? Colin, you'd better have this same level of stamina for your wife (and of course, only your wife) once you're married.

Aww, I was hoping for a Polin first meeting flashback, but reminiscing is almost as good. At least that's more or less identical from the scene in the book. Rae, Pen's maid, needs a raise and possibly hazard pay.

"What exactly happened?" Colin, baby, you DO NOT want to know, trust me.

The Mondriches having separate bedrooms will not last. It's a stupid tradition if the couple truly wants to share a bedroom.

Oh, so El's modiste is Delacroix. WHERE ARE HER FLOWERS, GENEVIEVE?! I mean, Francesca is wearing flowers, the two girls should switch dresses.

Pen coming over to Bridgerton House and Colin surprises her with flirtation practice. I have loved his floral waistcoat since I first saw photos of this scene but I had NO IDEA it laces up in the back. Slutty, slutty waist indeed. (This is the first and probably last time I will ever use that phrase.) Speaking of clothes, I hate the tulle tied around Pen's neck. It's out of place however you look at it. The dress itself is lovely, though. I've loved all of her new gowns so far.

And now we have the "kind eyes" scene that Netflix showed us before. One honest compliment from Pen and Colin is THIRSTY, I love it.

Yes, have her hide in the study, where any family member or servant can enter at any moment. Colin, take it from another writer -- if you don't want someone else to read what you write, DON'T LEAVE YOUR OPEN JOURNAL IN A PLACE ANYONE CAN FIND IT. He really is clueless about everything, isn't he?

One emotionally and physically (hands!) intimate moment then they both jump back like they've been shocked. I love these two, they are adorably hopeless.

Eloise sees Pen just as she's leaving. No words between them but all the anguish on their faces. This isn't going to resolve anytime soon, is it?

Glad Alice can find one good thing about her new status. I agree, the jewelry is lovely, but to see it just in the vanity's drawers like that is odd to me.

Finally, El is back in florals. Perhaps there is hope for her yet. This is the dress she's worn in all the promo shorts, so I'm sure this ball is very significant. The damn sheer gloves are back and I'm not crazy about the necklace either -- it looks too modern, but the dress itself is lovely.

"How is she?" You still care, Eloise. Just talk to her. Argue if you need to, but get it all out of your systems, you'll both feel better and you'll be better friends in the end.

"Perhaps the most eligible right now, strangely." God, I love the sibling dynamics on this show -- it's one of the few things the writers are consistently good at. "I love you and I will never hesitate to tease you every chance I get."

Whose bright idea was it to have a ball in semi-darkness? Is this because of the full moon? Yes, back then, full moon nights were very popular nights for parties but that was because PEOPLE COULD FUCKING SEE OUTSIDE ON THEIR WAY TO THE BALL. In the time before streetlights, that was very important. THERE IS NO REASON TO NOT HAVE THIS INDOOR BALL PROPERLY LIT. People can barely make out everyone's faces, let alone their expressions.

Oh, Lady Cowper just criticized Cressida and I'm sure this isn't the first time. Okay, now she has my sympathy.

"I do enjoy a good turn." Eloise, you are a terrible liar, but apparently, no one there, not even YOUR MOTHER, can tell.

"They've taken to hunting in packs." Yeah, Benedict, they kind of have to when you're not chasing any of them. We get it, you're bored, so why did you even come?

Where's that deaf debutante? I want to see more of her.

I'm glad Pen gets along with her brothers-in-law so well. They're nice to her, in spite or perhaps because of the way their wives treat her.

Pen's stars dress and necklace look lovely on her. Too bad it's utterly wasted on Colin.

"... simply pretend they are dead." That explains so damn much about you, Cressida.

"She was at my house today." Eloise, you better guard your tongue, anything you say next can and will be used against Penelope.

"It seems Colin is helping her look for a husband." WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAY?! This is Cressida Cowper you're speaking to, the 2nd biggest gossip in London. YOU UTTER MORON!

(Honestly, I'm not sure which sibling is in possession of the Bridgerton braincell this season, but it's not Anthony, Benedict, Colin, or Eloise. I'm reserving judgement on Francesca. Maybe Daphne took it back to Clyvedon with her the last time she visited.)

Hmm, it seems it's Benedict's turn to be the Bridgerton or Basset closest to the Mondriches this season. I like it.

"Inserts himself where?" Philippa, I know you're not the brightest crayon in the box but what the hell? Portia, this is all on you.

"I cannot think of anything at the moment." Cressida Cowper holding her tongue for the first time in her life? The full moon is getting to everybody, apparently.

I like this Lord Remington. He seems nice and he loves to read LW's column, and it's good to see more diversity in the ton. No one so far treats him differently just because he can't walk.

Oh fuck, that news didn't take long to spread. Just shows that the ton doesn't need LW to spread gossip -- these people would have been exactly the same without Pen's column. What LW does is make people aware of gossip outside their social circle. I can only assume these debutantes and mamas actually do see Penelope as a rival now or they wouldn't have cared what she did.

So we've got Colin telling Eloise off but it's not enough. At least El didn't blab Pen's secret to him. And Cressida is innocent, but El's still in the wrong for telling a secret in public since she was, of course, overheard.

Oh Lord, Fran is going to be the Diamond but she's an introvert, this is not going to go well. She knows it too. Agatha, you really did it this time.

I'm glad the Mondriches are taking control of things. Will's right, the current viscounts, etc didn't do anything to earn their titles, only the original title holders did. Every successive title holder is simply riding their ancestor's coattails.

At least Pen changed her clothes before she started writing this column, but the tear running down her face means she's still not in an emotionally good place. Hopefully, she won't regret anything in this one.

Well, looks like her sisters are finally in the baby race. *eyeroll* Who wants to bet both of them have girls first?

Cressida is both garnering my sympathy and has a point! There is hope for her yet! I think if she can just get away from her mother, she'd be nicer (and much better off).

Hey, Portia, maybe if you actually SUPPORTED PENELOPE FOR ONCE, she wouldn't have to resort to extreme means to get a husband.

We've got Colin bribing Rae to give them privacy and Pen asking him for a kiss. This is either going to end really well or really badly, but they've only got less than two minutes to figure out which.

50/50? They both went back for more but then she ran back into the house and he's standing there gaping. So, Colin, did she rock your world? If so, you'd better do something about it. And by that, I definitely DO NOT mean you should tell anyone. Not your buddies, not your brothers, and definitely not El.

We are a quarter of the way through the season and hooboy, the angst is flowing.

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 20

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Me: are u home?

Me: if ur mad for today... i promise ill make it up.

I tried to get in contact with Y/n ever since I crossed the door to the street. I've been waiting for a reply from her for almost an hour, making my way back to the tattoo studio just so I can pick my motorbike and get it back.

And once I get there, I don't leave to go back home. I just close myself inside my studio, still waiting for a text from her. And considering she was off today, I end up guessing she's probably outside.

Me: Are you out with the girls?

For one second, I wonder if she's mad because I canceled our plans at the last minute, something that leads me to check my sister's stories to find Y/n sneaking out of the picture on every single pic or video Soo has decided to post.

Few minutes later, I see Y/n has read my text, but minutes keep going by and she doesn't reply back.

Yeah, she's mad.

And that's something that leads me to send a text to Soo, just to find out she's already sent me three texts throughout the evening, and tried to call me once. Although it's weird, I don't really pay much attention to it.

—Leslie? —I hear her voice from the other side— Really?

I'll kill Mark tomorrow.

—That's what all those texts were about? —I roll my eyes.

—I thought you moved on —I hear her sighing—. What about this new girl? You can't be so fucking stupid, Jungkook.

Now it's when I regret ever mentioning I was seeing someone new, although she was the one that kept insisting when she caught me smiling at my phone at one of our family lunches. She doesn't waste the chance to bring this new girl back, but tonight is different. Soo usually just teases me, and tries to play with me ever since I told her. "Oh, Mrs. Jeon wants your attention" "When will we meet her?". But tonight... Tonight I can tell she's annoyed at the possibility of me ruining whatever I possibly have with Y/n for my ex.

As she speaks, I can hear different voices and laughs, and the unknown rhythm of a song playing in the background.

—Where are you? I can barely hear you.

—The bar where Tam and Y/n work, we all came here to keep Tam some company —she sighs—. Don't switch the topic, Jeon. I swear to god if you do the same mist...

But I'm not able to hear anything else from her before I hang up the call. I know I'm going to regret that the moment I see her again, but for now I want to focus on something else, which is another awful idea.

When I park the motorbike outside the bar, all I can think about is seeing Y/n and making sure everything is alright. But before I cross the door, I wonder if it'd be too obvious why I'm here for the second I set a foot inside. There's also the possibility of them thinking I came to talk to Soo in person even if that isn't the case.

The inner battle stops the second I spot Y/n talking with someone at one extreme of the counter. Her body is lazily supported on the wooden surface, while her hips are slightly swayed and her head cockily tilted. The man is tall enough for me to be able to see his face over her shoulder. A cocky smile is drawn on his face, while his eyes travel all over her body, having her face as the last stop.

Something turns on in my body, because I'm walking inside the bar and towards Y/n as if I weren't debating seconds ago whether to stay outside or not.

Suddenly I don't care whether her friends and my sister are here or not. I just want to keep her away.

—Well, I saw you here by yourself, and thought of keeping you company. That's it —I see him shrugging—. But if you want to give me your phone number...

—Alr... —she's about to agree, but I stop before she's able to.

—I could give you mine, too —I rush to say, looking at the stranger with squinted eyes. —. Note it down: six, seven, three... What? Not interested?

I realize how much I fucked it up just now when she turns to me with wide eyes, surprise by my attitude. Or maybe just surprised to see me here.

—I'm sorry —the man apologizes, uncomfortable—. I didn't know she had a boyfriend.

—I don't —I hear her saying.

How fast she denies me annoys me more than it should, which is zero -considering the kind of relationship we both have supposedly.

—What the fuck are you doing? —she turns to me.

I never look back at her, because I will be aware of everything I'm doing and how I'm not the one in the right in this situation. Instead, I keep my eyes on the man who nervously smiles, saying goodbye to Y/n before he finally leaves.

—What's your problem?

—He was drooling over you.

And now I'm confused on whether I was mad because of the way he was looking at her, or how she was unbothered -and even liked- the way he was looking at her.

—I thought that was the fucking point —she stands in front of me, her whole body facing me as she speaks—. I don't think I went where you were, threw a tantrum and scared your e...

I look at her, confused at that. Does that mean she knows? And although it'd make a lot of sense, I doubt my sister would be airing my business like that. It's Soo either way, so it wouldn't shock me big time either.

—Jungkook?

Tammy's voice snaps me back to reality and what I'm doing. I shouldn't even be here in the first place.

—Soo wanted to see you —she comments when I turn to her.

—I know —I nod—. I thought she was still here —a big fat lie falls from my lips.

Basically, because my sister was the last person I thought of as I drove here.

—No, I think she went to your place —Tammy lets her head fall to her side as she thinks—. That's what she said, right? —she asks Y/n, looking for confirmation.

—Yeah —she sighs—. And since you're back, I'll get going now.

—Thanks for staying —they both hug tight.

A flicker of desperation goes over my body when I see her figure walking past me. Not only I have to explain myself with the whole Leslie situation, now I also have to make up for what happened with the man she was flirting with.

—I'll drive you home —I suggest, making her stop her tracks towards the door.

—No need to.

I'm about to insist, but Tammy does that work for me.

—Don't act pig headed —she intervenes—. I'll feel better if you leave with him.

With a heavy sigh, and her head falling back, she let us know she was giving in to what we both were asking. Tammy thanks me for driving Y/n home... If she only knew I'm the one who should be thankful to her right now.

When we get to my motorbike, I see her waiting at one side. She joins me in the back as soon as I hop on it, with the difference that she's sat further than she usually is. And when my eyes fly over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of her, I see her arms placed back on both sides of her body, holding tight to the bars.

Things seem to get even more tense when I stop in front of her place, and for some reason I have the slightest hope that we could make it up.

—I think we should talk —I mention when I stop the engine, turning my head at her.

—Is this because you don't want to confront Soo?

I didn't even remember Soo is probably at my place until she mentioned it again. That just adds another reason why I should stay here tonight.

—Just... Let's talk.

She puckers her lips, slightly tilting her head until she finally gives in with a small nod of her head.

Our way to her apartment is the quietest we've ever been since we started growing closer. It's uncomfortable, but especially concerning because it just proves that there's something wrong going on right now.

Unable to act the way I usually do -because it's not the time-, I just stick my hands inside of my pockets. My eyes fly to every corner in the room, to every small detail I've seen a thousand times before, combined with other new ones that kind of let me know

Jungkook seems to be thinking a million things right now, but doesn't say a word. He's usually carefree, and walks around as if he has been here even more times than me. But this time he's staying still, both hands in the pockets of his usual baggy jeans, while looking absolutely everywhere but in my direction.

—You said you wanted to talk —I break the silence—. Then talk.

Her tone is rough and dry. She wants to be done with this conversation just as much as I do. She crosses her arms over her chest, while her lower back rests on the backrest of her beige couch.

I don't know if she's mad for what happened back in the bar or if she's mad because Soo told them I met with Leslie... This isn't a good start.

—Why were you so annoyed before?

—You can't be serious... —she replies under her breath—So how you scared that guy away isn't enough for you?

So I guess she's mad for the way I treated the guy... Okay, reasonable. I was a little too rude with him, when his reaction was the exact same one I had the first time I saw her. It's completely understandable.

—Was I supposed to only hang out with the girls and wait for you to be done? —she tilts her head again— He was nice and I wanted to have fun. And it was all going great until you showed up with the jealous boyfriend act. Is that enough? Am I allowed to be annoyed?

And that glitches my brain, and pulls back whatever I thought was the main issue. So she's mad because I showed up and ruined her flirty moment?

—Just talk to me —a sudden push moves my body, forcing my eyes back on her.

—Do you want me to apologize? —I arch my eyebrows— I only did you a favor.

—No, you didn't —she doesn't let me continue—. I wasn't uncomfortable, I wasn't struggling... For the first time in my life I was comfortable with someone that's...

I wait for her to continue that sentence, and she doesn't know the amount of fuel she's just added.

—That's not an asshole.

I move my eyes away from her, annoyed at the situation, but especially annoyed at myself. All the time I was with Leslie, I kept thinking of rushing it and cutting it off so I could be with her -even if it was later than our main plan. While all she was mad for was me ruining her possible future date.

—Wow, thank you —I say ironically.

—Don't have the balls to play the victim —Y/n points her finger at me, each word tinted with more anger than the previous one—. Don't dare. You stood me up. Yet you think you have the right to come and interrupt me when I try to meet someone new? Which is also the point of us being in... whatever we have going on?

—I didn't like the way he was looking at you —I look back at her—. I know what was going through his head, and I didn't like it.

More like I didn't like what was possibly going through her head as well... But it's better not to say that.

—You know what I don't like? Learning through your sister you were meeting up with your ex, instead of you telling me directly when you canceled our plans.

In any other circumstance, or maybe five minutes ago, I'd have dropped a cocky smile and would have played it off so we could make it up. But that comment, in this exact moment, only annoys me. Why would she fucking care about who I'm meeting?

—Were you annoyed because I met Leslie or because I didn't tell you? —the question leaves my smiling adorned lips with a tone that comes up as funny, when I only wanted to make it sound cocky to piss her off.

—What annoys me is how you think you can do whatever the fuck you want, yet I can't do the same just "because you didn't like the way he was looking at me" —she mocks me—. I think it's simple to understand.

Aware that this conversation will take us nowhere, I try to put a stop to it. One of us has to bend and apologize, and seems like this time it'll be my turn. Not telling her about Leslie was a mistake on my side, but it wasn't like she needed to know either. We aren't dating and, as long as I don't hook up with any of the girls I could possibly meet, she has no reason to get mad.

—You're right. I'm sorry —I nod—. l don't know —I scratch the back of my head nervously—. I didn't think before acting. I couldn't control myself.

And while I thought she'd be softer, and would play along to my apology, she goes on with the argument.

—You couldn't control yourself? You were the one who came up with the no jealousy rule, yet you excuse yourself with it?

A little ironic she's annoyed about the jealousy rule, when she was pissed off about me meeting Leslie.

—Don't act like you weren't jealous either —I bark back—. Why do you care so much whether I saw Leslie or not? Feel threatened?

I facepalm myself when the heat of the discussion gets over my body, and rolls my tongue more than it should. That last question is the dumbest thing I've ever said.

—Sure, threatened —although she's ready to throw a lot of things, she still tries to hold back as much as possible—. All I know is this deal has been useless, and you've been nothing but a pain in the ass. "I'll help you out" "You'll know how to deal with guys" —her voice deepens, trying to mimic mine—. Yet the only thing you've told me to do is watching people and doing research work.

—It seemed like the little help was of use for you tonight though.

Quite funny how she's now saying she regrets the deal, or how it's being useless, when not even a few weeks ago she was able to flirt with someone openly. Now that she's able to, she isn't able to credit me for what I've helped in?

—Might be the only thing that has been of use —she replies back—, but what's the point when I can't put it into practice because your ego gets hurt? —she shakes her head— This was a bad idea.

I feel hurt by her words. It's such a dumb and simple sentence, yet the feeling that gets over me when she says all of it was a bad idea... it's as if all the time we've spent together had meant nothing to her. She's the one that's getting the biggest piece of cake, yet she's the one who dares to say she regrets what's happened. Is it a bad idea now that she's realized she could have anyone else she wants to?

—It wasn't a bad idea when you were cumming on my leg to seal the deal, because I was the only one you had a chance with.

There isn't any anger in her expression anymore. Her lips seal slowly, forming a straight line, while the frown totally disappears when she moves her eyes away from me to look down at her feet.

She bites her lower lip tight, while her hands, hanging on both sides of her body, hold tight the fabric of her jeans.

And that's when I know how big I fucked it up right now.

Thinking this was just a heated discussion, I try to hold her arm to pull her into a hug, but she rejects it. Her hands push me away suddenly, still not looking up at me when she does.

I try to look for the right words to make it up, to let her know I didn't genuinely mean what I said, but that roller coaster of emotions has left me exhausted, and unable to process any information that isn't what I have in front of me right now.

—You can stay here the night —she talks first—, you probably don't want to deal with Soo. But I don't want to see you here when I wake up tomorrow.

She doesn't say anything else. After dropping that, she turns on her tracks and walks to her room, closing the door behind her.

After that, I have no reason to stay here. I know I have no reason to say here tonight.

And if I thought I'd find peace when I got back home, I was so mistaken...

Soo is waiting for me in front of my door, totally ready to drag me for everything that happened today, but I cut her off before she's able to speak.

—Not today —I cut her off, making my way inside my apartment.

—Not today? —she scoffs— Do I wait until she messes you up again, huh? What the hell were you even thinking about?

—She needed to see that everything was officially over between us —I let my body fall on the couch—. I just wanted to end things well.

—So... —she sits next to me— She didn't want to get back with you?

—Oh, she does —I nod, with my eyes still fixed on one of the dark wooden beams on the ceiling—. But I'm not interested. And I let her know.

Soo seems surprised at my comment, and so she shows it when she snaps my shoulder to get me to look at her.

—You seriously told her that?

—Yeah —I sigh.

—I'm proud of you —her arm surrounds my neck—. You deserve better than to be treated that way —her fingers tangle on some of my locks playfully—. Hopefully this new girl does.

But I don't tell her anything. It's not something she needs to know anyway. I rather let her think everything's fine. Basically, because I don't want to go too deep on whatever went down tonight, I don't want to go through everything we've both said again and again. It was enough just once.

We keep talking for a few more minutes, getting into more detail on what the conversation was about. And when I realize, she's almost falling asleep as I speak. With a chuckle, I take her to my bed and allow her to sleep there.

Another morning to wake up with a messy back. 

[allylikethecat]

Omg! Hey Ally how are you??! I swear life just gets in the crazy sometimes! Can’t believe i missed a talk shop Tuesday!!! Anyway, I’ve gotten over my illness since the last time I sent an ask and then I just got absolutely slammed at work and all of the sudden it’s Thursday and I hadn’t opened Tumblr at all??

Ok so let’s talk ATKH: I’m literally so sad our last chapter (not sure if epilogue is going to be posted at the same time as the “last chapter”) is actually TOMORROW! I also kind of can’t believe we’ve been here for 23ish weeks!! It’s genuinely flown by so quick. My god. The reality check that George got was more than a slap in the face. It was a punch, stomp, assassination, everything. Ross being the one to enlighten George was also crazy. I know Ross was friends with George first and he still loves him but damn I also wonder how many other people know what went down and if they also are siding with Matty. This story being just from Georges POV has been super cool but I’m also like itching to know what Matty is thinking about all of this!! I need them to talk or fight it out, I don’t even care if they get back together I just NEED closure!!! I also need Sally safe and sound preferably with Matty but if not then I want Carly to have her lol

Do you think you’ll ever write snippets of ATKH from Matty’s POV? Also do you think you’d ever delve into his backstory more since we all know about The Accident but the rest of his story is just alluded to? If not that’s valid but it would definitely be interesting!

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AHHH Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!! I am so deeply sorry that I took so long to reply to this lovely lovely ask that you took the time to send me! I'm so happy to hear that you're feeling better and hope you were able to get through work being super busy! Hopefully it's calmed down some!

Thank you so much for reading and for the kind words about ATKH!! I debated a lot about who should give Fictional!George the reality check - early drafts had it as both Fictional!Carly at one point and Fictional!Charli at another. BUT Fictional!Ross felt right? Like that was Fictional!George's BOY and now he's like umm dude wtf I hope you enjoyed the final chapter and the epilogue! I know I had a lot of fun writing them even though I 100% cried because I was sad it was over. This was the first fic I've written where I've fully managed to stay in one POV and it's something I really like about this fic since like... Fictional!George is such an unreliable narrator lol

At this point I don't have any plans to write anything more in this universe BUT Maybe one day I'll write some snippets or a prequel from Fictional!Matty's POV about what things were like before he came to Dirty Hit (His relationship with his mother, his relationship with the jockey that worked for his dad, how toxic his time in New Jersey was...) BUT if anyone has any specific questions about different headcanons my DMs are always open to discuss lol

Thank you SO MUCH for reading and being so lovely and sending me this wonderful ask! I'm sorry again for continuing to be so slow in responding to asks, real life has been real life-ing and I've been spending my free "computer time" writing instead of on Tumblr RIP. (Also... one of my mutuals, you know who you are because we talked about it! Recommended this book series to me and it has had me in such a chokehold I haven't been able to like... do anything else. Life is literally work, write, and read these books at the moment lol) BUT thank you so much for the continued support!! I hope your Tuesday is going well and that you have a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[facefullofsadness]

my head, shoulders, knees, and toes

내 머리 어깨 무릎 발

university!au

tutor!karina x student!reader

prompt - you're failing one of your classes, so your professor assigns a tutor to help you, a pretty girl in glasses named karina

content - smut (masturbation, fingering, praise kink, slapping, vibrator usage, edging), karina referred to as jimin, time skip usage

wc - 4703

a/n - tysm for 100 (now 200 <3) followers! I've been getting more support than I ever expected to get and it's extremely motivating so ty ty. tutor rina won the poll so hope u guys enjoy! (okay she's blonde in the pics but she's black haired in the fic, it's not a continuity error if it was on purpose! ignore it!)

good lord, I'm so fucked.

it's really not my fault that the class was notorious for being insanely difficult, to add on to everything I was already struggling with like my other classes or personal responsibilities. however, it showed that while I tried my best in the class, my efforts would fall short.

literally being called out of my thoughts when my professor calls me over to his desk after lecture was over, saying he wanted to talk.

"sir?" I ask, voice nervous but evidently knowing what the discussion was gonna lead to.

"miss y/n l/n, I know you're working hard, but these grades? these just cannot do," he states simply, gesturing to the laptop he scrolled through with my grades on it.

I sigh, "I know sir, there's just so much material and so little time for me to get everything down. I'll make it work."

"I'm sure you want to but exams are coming up soon, at this rate, I don't think you'll be able to pass."

my heart drops to my stomach hearing that. gradually failing was one thing, to actually fail the entire thing was another.

"so I'll do this for you. I've arranged for a tutor to help you with the material so hopefully you can get back on your feet. she's really great, one of my top students and a good teacher too, I think you'll be able to get along with her well."

I swear I could cry and fall to my knees in gratitude, "thank you sir! this is definitely gonna save me!"

"no problem miss l/n, the class is hard so I understand, and I want you to succeed. check your email regularly this week, she'll email you soon. you're dismissed," he nods and smiles at me.

I say my thanks repeatedly before leaving, a slight pep in my step as I make my way back to my apartment, feeling determined and excited. all I wonder is who must this top student tutor be and what will she be like?

I checked my email over and over again like a madman for 2 days, literally refreshing the page religiously waiting for something to come in. and so when I finally received my email, I was ecstatic. being at a local café with my friend aeri when I felt a vibration come from my phone.

I shoved my hand into my pocket to get my phone and check the notification that was in fact an email.

"why are you acting like you got a text back from your crush? is it THAT serious?" aeri scoffs at me.

"yes it's that serious! I've been waiting for days and the sooner I can start, the better!" I open the email and read:

Subject: Tutoring Sessions

To: Y/N L/N

From: Jimin Yu

Hi Y/N! I'm sure Sir has already talked to you by now about assigning a tutor to you. I'm Jimin and I'll be your tutor from now until the exam. I've planned for our first session to be tomorrow and from then on we'll have 2 sessions every week. To make it more comfortable for you, I decided that it'd be better to hold our first meeting at your place, so reply soon with your address and I'll see you there tomorrow at 5 P.M!

"at your place? she wants you so bad," aeri laughs next to me as I finish reading the email.

"what do you mean?! she said it was just to make me comfortable! she's just being nice... I don't even know what she looks like yet! god, you're annoying," I roll my eyes.

"geez calm down, we'll get your coffee soon don't worry, I forget how grumpy you are without it," she says, poking my cheek and smiling at my pout, "but don't say I didn't tell you so when she starts flirting with you."

I brush her off, "I doubt it's even gonna be like that, it'd be too difficult to focus if she was pretty, so don't jinx me!"

aeri fucking jinxed me.

I spent the entire day cleaning and making sure my apartment looked presentable in preparation for the girl named jimin that was coming to meet me. all day, I kept repeating in my head what aeri had said to me. I tried to brush it off and remember the real reason as to why there was a girl coming over to my home in the first place, but it never left my mind.

and so when I heard the soft but resonate knocks on my door at 5 pm that indicated she was here, my heart started picking up its pace. I hesitantly open the door and holy fuck. a tall dark haired girl in all black, denim jacket resting on her shoulders, book bag slung across her chest, and black framed glasses that were a little too big for her small face rested on her nose stood in the hallway outside my door. I swallow a lump in my throat at the goddess standing in my doorway and try my best to not be speechless at the sight of her.

"h-hi! you must be jimin, right?" I ask.

"yes I am, you must be y/n?" her voice soothing and deep.

"that I am! please, come in," I move to the side to let the girl walk in and she follows.

I close the door behind her and release a heavy sigh, fuck you aeri uchinaga.

I lead her to the desk in my room and let her sit down in one of the two office chairs I had.

"today, I wanted to get started on some studying, but also get to know you a little. we're gonna be spending quite some time together so I wanna know who you are, be someone who you can get close to," jimin tells me and I nod.

"so tell me y/n, every little detail I should know about you," she says lowly and, seductively? I have to be imagining it already.

I just let out a nervous laugh before I introduce myself, parts of my past, how I got into the school, my academic strengths and weaknesses, my hobbies, my goals coming out of each tutoring session, everything I thought she would want to hear. but as I would ramble on about whatever I had to say, when I would look up at her, she seemed to listen intently, legs crossed and leaning forward against her fist, her eyes trained on my moving lips.

her stare intimidated me and made me feel small, wanting to shrink into my chair and look away. every time I would make an attempt to tear my eyes away, jimin would shift closer to me, forcing my attention onto her. either she was just really interested in my introduction or she demanded my eyes to only lay on her. after some time when I finished, she sat up, smiling at me with her lips and her eyes. a kind expression laid on her face, a 180 from the alluring girl from just seconds ago.

"that's great y/n, I'm glad I got to know more about you. I'll keep mine short and simple. my name's jimin yu. I was one of sir's students from a previous year but became a tutor for the subject since he strongly suggested I should, so I've been doing this for a little while now. just a few one-off sessions with people that come into the library. however, this is the first time I'm directly tutoring someone, so I look forward to working with you, a lot." jimin's voice deepens with the last two words she says, sending chills down my spine.

"so, shall we start getting to work?"

it was already late by the time jimin left my place.

I clean up the area and washup, deciding it would be best to just call it a day. I lay down in my bed and close my eyes, trying to sleep. but the only thoughts that run through my head are filled with jimin. the way her lips would slide into a small grin, the way she'd tuck a strand of hair that would fall in front of her face behind her ear, the way her nose would scrunch slightly when focusing on checking my work, the way her touch lingered on my skin when she would brush against me, the way she told me "good girl y/n, you did so well today" at the end of our session.

I was intoxicated by the thought of her. my skin still felt on fire in the places she touched and I couldn't get enough, I needed her, my body craved more of her. my hands had a mind of their own when they start to undo my shorts, slipping under them to trail my slit through my underwear. I hear my own short breaths come from my mouth when my finger brushes my clit, my hips rising and falling on their own at the feeling.

it only whirrs me on when I see jimin in my head, her body hovering over me, her hand sliding down my shorts and over my clothed core, finger trailing up and down my entrance.

"do you like that y/n? does it feel good when I touch you like this?" I hear her voice echo in my mind ask me, low and seductive.

my breath hitches when her finger presses against my clit and rubs, my back arching. I can feel her hot breath against my ear when she whispers.

"what happened to my good girl? turns out you're just so naughty, aren't you?"

her hand slips under my panties and slide against my slit to gather my wetness, "myyyy, you're leaking so much, precious. all this for me?"

a whine escapes from my throat, "fuck jimin yes, just for you."

she chuckles, "it better be." I feel two of her fingers push all the way into me.

I moan out loudly, her digits slowly thrusting in and out of me.

"that's it, you take me so well. you feel so tight around my fingers."

her palm rubs against my clit as my other hand flies to my mouth as I bite down on it to muffle my intense whimpering.

"ahh fuck, yes jimin..."

her pumping is slow and patient, but each push feels so pleasurable and delicious, my mind goes blank. a particular thrust of her fingers brush against that spot in me that makes me moan loudly, not even I could muffle it.

"there it is," jimin whispers, voice deep.

she starts to speed up, her digits hitting that spot over and over again, making me bite down harder on my hand. my hips grind against her palm to rub my clit on, desperately chasing my incoming orgasm.

"ji- shit, jimin... please don't stop," I plead.

"give it to me, let everything go," she tells me.

the last deep pump of her fingers and rub of my clit is enough to push me to climax. my hips buck against her hand as waves of pleasure release from my body and the hand on my mouth can't stop the moaning and whines that escape. my body falls against my plush mattress and I catch my breath. when I finally come to, I open my eyes and jimin's gone.

she was never there to begin with of course, my shirt hiked up my chest and hand dug into my panties. I slip my fingers out of my entrance with a groan and stare at the sticky substance dripping down my wrist. I can only imagine how much more intense it'd be if jimin actually fucked me.

today's the day I see jimin again. sure, it's supposed to be a tutoring session, but academics are one of the last things on my mind when it comes to thinking about meeting up with her. instead, I think of what to wear. we'd be meeting up at her place for today's session, much to my excitement but also nervousness. sure, it's really soon to start thirsting so hard about this girl I've known for less than maybe two days, but I had to make my time count while it lasted.

I stand outside her apartment door in a crop top that really did nothing to cover my top half and a skirt that left no thoughts to the imagination. aeri was so gonna make fun of me for "slutting myself out" for my tutor as quickly as I did. god, I hate when she's right.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when jimin answers the door and my breath hitches. there she stood in a tight tank top that outlined her body way too well and sweatpants, like a stereotypical fuckboy. although instead of being disgusted, it bothered me how good she looked, those black framed glasses again sitting on her nose, her hair in a high ponytail with strands of her hair falling to frame her face. I stand there, dumbfounded, looking at the beautiful woman.

we both stand there for awhile, seemingly both of us taking in the sight of each other, though to me, it was mostly me looking fucking stupid gawking at the taller girl.

jimin giggles at the realization, "you wanna come in?"

I blink myself back into reality, scratching the back of my head and feeling my cheeks heat up, "y-yeah, sure." stupid answer.

I walk into the sizeable and humble apartment and take off my shoes, jimin closing the door behind me and leading me inside.

studying was going well, joined by a few questionable moments.

we were sat at jimin's coffee table on the floor of the living room since we both agreed it would be comfy, being near the kitchen too, her insisting that snacks were necessary when wanted. I had zoned in on a practice worksheet she had sent me over email and felt productive knowing that all my answers were correct. once in a while, she would check on me and my work, her chest tight in her tank top that when she would lean over, I would get a flattering view of her cleavage.

my cheeks would heat up at the sight and how disrespectful it felt to look, and I know she would take notice, giggling at my embarrassed expression. it made me think whether or not she did it on purpose. sometimes her free hand not writing on her paper would land on my leg closest to her, resting atop my exposed knee and rubbing the skin. my breathing became uneven with every movement of her thumb up until the moment her hand would leave to turn the page in her notebook.

these moments lingered in my mind but I tried to power through them, knowing they probably meant nothing and it was just my mind playing tricks on me. a particular question popped up on the worksheet and it stumped me. I wrote down an answer but I was unsure of how correct it was.

I call out for jimin, "hey, can you check this one? I'm not sure if it's right."

it alerts her attention and she turns towards me. jimin leans against me and looks down at my paper, her chest pressing against my upper arm. I feel her arm prop her up behind me as her other arm reaches over to mark up my notes. my body stiffens at the contact, her face near my neck too, feeling her breath brush against my exposed shoulder. I bite down on my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force away the intrusive thoughts shooting into my mind and open them again to see that she had stopped writing.

I turn my head cautiously towards her and glance at her impossibly close face. jimin's eyes lock onto mine and I can't look away. her lips are parted and gaze darts between staring deep into mine and at my lips, the bottom one still between my teeth. I tear my eyes away, looking back down at my paper.

"n-nevermind, I can figure it out..." I stutter, scooting myself towards the table, away from her.

she lets me go but her hand on my paper never leaves.

"you sure? you can't suddenly figure out the physiological functions of an anatomical part, can you?" she challenges, amused.

"I can try! I just have to use the elimination process right? I already know from what we've done so far that-" she interrupts me.

"then tell me, what's the function of the small intestine in the digestive system?"

my mind goes blank. I know this, this is one of the basic things we learned. but for some reason, in this moment, I can't think straight. I feel her scoot closer to me, invading my personal space moreso than just a moment ago.

"uhm..."

"well? you know we don't have all day. I suggest you get the answer right," she hums, the last sentence laced with some sort of venom with the way she says it. the threat scares me.

"absorption... of water?" I'm wrong, it's nutrients.

but before I can correct myself, my head gets pulled backwards by my hair and I choke on air. my wide eyes look up at jimin's, her eyes are half-lidded through her glasses and she's intimidating. the grip on my hair hurts but her expression is what I'm more afraid of.

"that's wrong sweetie, do you wanna try again?" she whispers, her voice sweet, but actions dangerous.

I feel the gulp travel down my throat as I try again, "it's for n-nutrients. the large intestine absorbs water."

a smile travels across her lips before the hold in my hair leaves slowly, "good girl."

she pulls away and marks at my paper, correcting the notes I had jotted down. I lift my head back up and take a deep breath, blinking my eyes rapidly in disbelief. what the fuck just happened? I ask myself the question again when the hand that was just gripping my hair travels around my side and caresses my exposed waist. that arms pulls me into jimin's body, my back fully flush against her front.

"hm, try answering this one y/n," her pen taps at the question, "how long does it take food to completely pass through the body?"

my hand in my lap clutches at the hem of my skirt, "it depends."

her hand on my waist trails up and under my shirt as my breath hitches, "more specific."

I exhale a shaky breath when her fingertips trace my nipples through my lacy bra, "th-that's not fair."

a squeal leaves my throat when she pinches one in her fingers, "that's not good enough princess, try again."

I squeeze my eyes shut at the stinging contact of her fingers pinching my sensitive bud and try to think of the best answer I can give, "f-from ten hours t-to two days?"

her hot breath releases next to my ear before she whispers into it, "good job." with that, she lets go of my pained nipple and gropes the boob softly.

my breathing is uneven as I write down the answer, "ji-jimin, I don't-"

she interrupts me again, "next question y/n."

her other hand leaves the table and pen behind, moving it to sneak under my skirt, feeling up my sensitive thighs. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when her fingertips trail the material of my underwear.

I can hear her let out an amused chuckle, "only panties? myyyy, darling, how naughty of you."

the dialogue coming from her mouth rings in my ears as it reminds me of the way I imagined her speaking just a few days ago. the realization makes my head spin and so does the throbbing of my center.

"I can't focus if you touch me like that..." my voice trails off when her fingers slide against my slit through my panties.

"you will," she states firmly. "now go, write down the answer to the next one."

I try to focus, I really do, looking down at the paper and thinking of the answer. but the pen in my hand is shaking, my body being the cause of it, and jimin being the one to blame. her hands were greedy, both of them under my skirt, one caressing my thigh and the other going up and down the wet spot of my underwear.

I shakily write down the answer, but apparently the wrong one because then, jimin's hand caressing my thigh suddenly slaps it, causing me to yelp out her name.

"that's wrong honey, try again."

I cross out the answer to try another one, but when I feel the other thigh get slapped, I know it's wrong, the stinging sensation a painful reminder.

"go on y/n, answer the fucking question," it's a demand that leaves her lips.

rewriting another answer to finally get it right since the red marks forming on my thighs suddenly are rubbed against soothingly.

"that's correct princess," I feel her mouth mumble against the skin of my neck, "I should really reward you for that one, that was a hard question."

I have no time to question what she means when she pushes my panties to the side and slides her long fingers against my wetness. I release a long moan at the sensation, eyes clamping shut and my hands stilling their movement.

"you're soaked sweetie, all this yummy juice just for me?" she smiles against my skin.

"mmph, yes jimin, everything all for you..." I whimper and whine.

she leaves a kiss on my jaw, "good girl, I love to hear that."

with enough slick on her fingers, she pushes two digits smoothly into my cunt, curling them once she's down to her knuckles.

"fuck!" I moan out, clutching the skirt material and pen in my hands.

"do the next question darling," jimin urges me with a light voice, her fingers pumping in and out of my aching pussy.

each thrust makes my head spin, but I try to obey her and flutter my eyes open to glue them to the page again. with every question I answer correctly, her pace quickens. my hand on my skirt flies instead to her legs on either side of me, clutching her sweatpants as the speed of her fingers amplifies. but with every question I answer wrong, her pumping stills, my hole clenching tightly around her digits.

the next question I answer correctly, her fingers struggle to move with how clamped down my entrance was on her. but she breaks through the tightness, jimin's pace extremely fast. she curls her fingers perfectly to hit that delicious spot in me, back arching against her body.

"found it, good to know I can easily find it," she whispers into my ear, biting at the lobe and railing her hand into my loud sopping cunt.

"jim-in! I-I'm!" my voice trembles with her fingers in me.

"answer this question for me sweetheart, if you get it right, I'll let you cum," jimin's voice low, "name 3 causes of a stomachache."

not even one cause comes to mind with the way my own stomach aches to release the tension. I get so close to orgasm, but it all gets taken from me when jimin rips her hand away. I whine and my legs thrash at the loss of contact.

"answer me y/n," her voice is firm and my eyes are squeezed shut.

I try and think of an answer as I hear her rummage around the stuff she had under her table. my eyes spring open at the feeling of a solid and phallic shaped object pressing against my entrance. I look down to see a dark colored vibrator collect my pleasure before pushing into me, ripping a deep groan from my throat.

"start with one," her gentle kisses plant across the length of my neck and shoulder.

I stutter out a single answer, "m-menstrual cramps..."

she's satisfied with my answer, humming against my skin. with that, jimin reaches over and presses a button on the toy, a low vibration flowing through my legs and a heavy sigh leaves my lips.

"second?" she inquires.

she starts to thrust the toy in and out of me lazily, the vibrations making my head dizzy.

"con-stipatio-tion..." I struggle to say, the pleasure gradually building in my stomach.

she hums again, kissing my cheek before increasing the setting on the toy, making me drop my pen and take both hands to fly to her legs, the material of her sweatpants bunched up in my grip.

"third and last darling, you're doing so well," her praises fill my body with warmth, both the sweet and lustful kind.

I feel my hips begin to roll against the vibrator, chasing the pleasure I so desperately needed.

"in- fuck, indiges- ah! indigestion!" I moan, jimin increasing the setting even before I could get the full answer out.

"oh princess, you're so good at this. we're almost done."

she begins to speed up the thrusting of the toy, the wet noises of it sloshing in and out of my pussy filling my ears, along with my pathetic panting and jimin's heavy sighs.

"fuck jimin! please!" I moan out, the intensity of the vibrator in me making me lose any form of coherent thought.

the pleasure was so much, but it wasn't enough to make me cum yet, and she knew that.

"c'mon sweetie, you know I won't let you cum until you get the question correct, right?" jimin's words in my ear are soft but so sick.

she's teasing me, playing with me like I'M the toy, and it's working out for her.

"you can do it y/n, I know you can. what can pale stool indicate?"

the last thing I wanna think about while getting fucked by my tutor is what color shit means what, but here I am. I desperately moan against her, my hips pushing against her hand keeping the vibrator in me, hands clutching the material of her sweats.

"fuck, it's- fuck jimin! b-bile! lack of fucking bile!" I cry out.

she chuckles lowly into my ear and places a kiss under it, "that's my girl, I knew you could do it."

with that, her other hand pulls away from holding my other leg open and her fingers part my pussy lips, gathering the juice and rubbing my clit. I yell out her name and throw my head back against her shoulder. my legs shake and I feel my pleasure build up impossibly high. my hips move against her hands on their own, thrusting against her like a rabid dog, whimpering desperately into the air.

"cum y/n, cum all over my hands," jimin demands lowly against my skin.

"jimin, ah!" I call out finally, my climax hitting me. my hands form fists against her gray sweatpants, eyes clutch shut, mouth falling open and spilling cries as I feel my thighs stutter and hole clench around the vibrating toy. my clit throbs and my hips shake, my body falling limp against jimin and becoming weak in her steady hold. the pleasure continues to wash over me in waves, my chest heaving to catch up with my breathing. slowly, jimin slides the vibrator out of me and turns it off, caressing my slit with it, sending shocks throughout my body.

I flutter my eyes open to look up at her, a content expression lying on her face. she brings the cum covered toy up to her lips and sticks her tongue out, dragging it across the lengthy object. wrapping her mouth over the toy and closing her lips at its base, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucks all of my cum off of it until it's only covered in a thin layer of her spit. jimin licks her lips and smirks at me, eyes meeting mine through her glasses.

her hands maneuver me to hoist me onto her lap, holding my limp body against hers, my face burying into her neck and my arms clutching her torso. she kisses my cheek and giggles against my ear, "shall we take a break?"

a/n - and then they had many a tutoring session after that :) this fic beat my ass, I could not get the pacing right and didn't know what I wanted to happen, so sorry if it took so long and if it's not that good ;((( I need to get to writing more aespa stuff since they're actually the whole reason I wanted to start on here, but rockstar!yunjin is just always on my mind, it's hard to keep up!! ningjeong I will write about you soon I swear!

[itsjaywalkers]

hello laurie<3 the two hour class route anon here and i wanted to tell you that i just finished reading nothing happens. and oh god. oh gOD?? OH MY FUCKING GOD JAMES ARE YOU OKAY??? I CANNOT BELIEVE THE MAN WHAT IS HE DOING WTF???? but also like... get it tho i hope u stay delusional as long as possible bc ohh he's gonna get so hurt😭😭 also him just casually saying 'we're such bros<3' abt reg after haviNG HIS HAND DOWN HIS PANTS HE'S SO UNSERIOUS ONG😭 and reg is just like '🧍‍♂️is this bitch fr-' bc wHAT is the meaning of platonic for these two

but. also. james just feeling sm love for reggie from when they meet that he doesn't even suspect he has romantic feelings for him bc he's just. always felt that way???? oh my GOD IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE

also emma😭 she's just going through it bc what kind of shit is this man pulling w her i was actually flabbergasted reading how james justified that damn kiss ong???

honestly just really looking forward to sirius' reaction to all this when he figures it out. i mean he spent like 3 years having his bsf and brother be jealous of each other for having to share him and now they're just doing whatever it is that they're doing and he cant even get mad at james bc the man doesn't even know‼️‼️ he's actually gonna go bald over these two omg

absolutely love them sm will be thinking abt these two on the route tmrw they're so so precious and silly i love them hope they get their shit together, even if its just for the sake of sirius' hair💗 thank you soo much for writing and sharing them with us i hope you have a great week<33

(also- didn't manage to complete the paper but the deadline hasn't passed yet so i'll just complete it tomorrow)

OMG HI BABE <333 genuinely don't know how u can deal with such a long commute, it takes me like . 45 min to get to work and that's already painful enough..

anyway HE IS NOT OKAY THAT'S THE PROBLEM and yes he's gonna get quite hurt, both he and reggie will be suffering A Lot and it's mostly bc they're dumb . and ridiculous . and also obsessive and toxic and don't know how to maintain a healthy dynamic. the make out scene is HILARIOUS to me, i couldn't keep a straight face while writing it, james is not real he really isn't. reg is at his fucking limit ngl. and also . quite confused

HE LOVES REGGIE SO FUCKING MUCH LIKE IT'S LOWKEY CONCERNING ATP but yeah if u stop and think about it, it does make sense, why james is unable to . distinguish between platonic and romantic when it comes to reg

I KNOWWWW i'm team james always that's my boy but also . i totally support emma, she should've punched him imo, bc what was james even saying HE WAS SO FUCKING INFURIATING DURING THAT WHOLE CONVO I SWEAR

oooooh i'm also looking forward to writing sirius' reaction, it's one of my fav parts of nothing happens, bc he does . go insane . although probably not for the usual reasons. but it's a very complicated situation and sirius is kinda . conflicted considering who are the ppl involved. IT'S SUCH A MESS he will go bald at this rate

i'm so very happy you like them so far and that ur loving this series this much <3 ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING YOU'VE BEEN BRAINROTTING ABOUT THEM (me too btw ur so very real). and they will get their shit together i promise!! it's gonna take quite long and i can't promise they'll have a healthy relationship by the end of this but !! they'll sort things out <333

(good luck my love, i hope u finish it in time for the deadline, i'm rooting for u and sending u a very big hug LOVE U <3)

[vinnieswife]

Can I request a vinnie smut where the reader gives him a handjob or blowjob during a live u can choose it don’t matter to me which one you do and then after the live he says your gonna regret that and then u can continue the story after that it end it but if u continue the story after that u can just surprise me with the rest

WOAH WOAH BESTIE THAT IS WHAT I MEAN.

You just feed me with Vinnie smut I love it 😩

Livestream

Vinnie Hacker x reader

Warnings: blowjob, public?handjob,dirty talk,and Vinnie being his own warning.

Author’s note : hello anonymous! I hope you like this imagine and that it is what you wanted :) I have read several smuts so I wanted to do something different. Of all firms, thanks for the 490 followers !! thank you all for supporting me and my work <3

You and Vinnie had arranged to hang out together, you had thought that both of you would watch a movie or watch some anime maybe even play video games, but he started a live video, at first you tried to ignore him scrolling through your phone, listening to music or just hanging around.

You were lying on his bed, thank God that he was not seen on the camera, since he was sitting and you behind, you started watching a couple of videos on TikTok, when one of them caught your attention, a girl's boyfriend He wouldn't stop playing video games and she slipped under the table and gave him a blowjob while the boy was still in the game trying to silence his moans, why not do this with Vinnie? You approached in such a way that the camera did not see you and you knelt in front of his legs, Vinnie gave you a confused look while you were still kneeling there, you grab your mobile and you sent him a message.

"Focus on the live"

He observed the message appear on the top of his mobile and he knew what you were going to do, your hands went up his pants to his thighs, he swallowed when he felt your hands so close to his member, he tried to hide by answering some question from his followers, while trying not to block or breathing very hard.

Your hands rose again to the band of his sweatpants, draining the fabric down until they were at his ankles, carefully stroking his abdomen under his shirt, lightly scratching his tanned skin, your hand descended to his noticeable erection while stroking him over his boxers earning you a sigh from Vinnie.

You grabbed the elastic band of his boxers lowering them completely until they rested on his ankles, his member shot out crashing into his lower abdomen, you scratched him and gave him a couple of strokes before licking his tip a couple of times, Vinnie had his lower lip between his teeth, you'd swear if he squeezed a little more it would start to bleed.

With care you began to put its tip in your mouth, moving your tongue from side to side and sucking hard causing a growl of pleasure to escape from his throat which he tried to cover with a cough. You smiled as you watched his reactions, you began to take more and more of him in your mouth as you moved your head up and down at a not slow but not fast pace, an in-between pace that made Vinnie's head spin, in a period you heard him gag when you licked his tip again.

"Oh shit" he whispered "hey guys my cell phone is running out of battery and I think it's going to die now, I'm very sorry, maybe I'll stream later and if not tomorrow I'll do the interview with Michael, I love you so much goodbye" he quickly He cut the direct line as he leaned back in the game chair and let out a great groan.

"Oh fuck" he said in a shaky breath

He looked down making eye contact with you “why the hell did you do that? Ah shit, Y / n, you could have asked me to end the show "

You separate yourself from him, and while you stopped to breathe you kept stroking him with your hand "that would have taken away the fun part", you said smiling as you wiped your spit from your chin.

The look in his eyes changed to one full of lust "Oh yeah? Maybe you need a little reminder about how you should behave” His gaze did not show any hesitation, but rather a serious and eager expression.

His hand flew to your hair giving it a tug, "Do you know what happens to bad girls Y / n?" You denied how you could by his grip "now you will know" if more delay he guided your mouth back to his cock, making you take everything from him, your eyes filled with tears at your gag reflex being destroyed, your hands flew up to his thighs for support, his hand in your hair sentenced a rhythm you had to follow, Vinnie's moans of pleasure flooding the room.

Several minutes later you noticed how Vinnie's dick twich in your mouth letting you know that he was about to come, the hand that was in your hair disappeared allowing you to take your rhythm, his hand flew up to his head stirring the hair, seconds later Vinnie’s seed shot into your mouth "swallow" he commanded, you quickly swallowed and licked all the remains of his member cleaning your chin in passing, he looked into your eyes while caressing your cheek "next time I won't be so gentle" he said with a mocking tone in his voice

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[smoooothoperator]

Monaco (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: Y/N is Tom Holland's manager and this year she attends with him to the Monaco GP. What if she meets one of the Ferrari drivers?

Word count: 1896

A/N: Sooo this is my first work. Hope you like it❤

Since I was little, Tom and I were friends. I grew with him and got to see every step made into Hollywood. I met all of his friends and become a little group were Zendaya and I were the only girls. Harrison and I worked with him, he's his assistant and I'm his manager, so we travel together a lot. This year, after all the press interviews of his last movie he wanted to take us to a vacation to Monaco, the same week the Formula One is taking place there. The city is full of cars and people, and it's easy to be caught by some Tom's fans an the streets.

"Man, look at those pretty cars" Harrison was living his life, watching all the Ferrari and Mercedes parked in front the building "Haz you are drooling" I laughed looking at my friend "I mean, they are cars..." "Are you for real? Y/N look at those beatiful machines" Tom sighed walking near a Ferrari "Oh, so fucking gorgeous"

I laughed looking at my best friends being in love with two cars and when two men dressed with red shirts came near them they stood up real quickly.

"Are you Tom Holland?" one of the asked with an strange english accent. "Oh God, and are you Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz? The Ferrari drivers?" Tom has his fangirl mode activated. "Yeah" they laughed and Harrison started to talk with them.

I'm standing away of them, letting the four men talk, while I'm talking on my phone with one of Tom's sponsors, and I started to feel a pair of eyes locked on my back. When I turned around I saw one of the drives, don't know his name, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"And you are?" he asked turning all the attention to me "I saw Harrison with Tome in media, but... you?" "Oh, I'm his manager" I answered walking near them, placing myself between Tom and Harrison and touching Tom's shoulder "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" "The pleasure is mine"

Oh damn, flirting are we?

The drivers said goodbye to us the doors of the red Ferrari that was near us and the one who filtered with me started the engine of the car making Tom and Harrison shout of happiness.

"Will you see the race?" the driver asked me with a smile on his lips. "I think so" I smiled at him feeling how my checks started to burn. "I'm Charles, by the way, Charles Leclerc"

Tom and Harrison laughed loud signaling my blushed face and I kicked both of their arms. We started to walk to our after graving something to eat on the steet and when we arrived to our suite OK the hotel I booked I started to call one of Tom's sponsors who is here in Monaco.

"Come one, Y/N. Stop working, we are here for relax and forget about work." Tom complained taking my phone from my hands. "But..." "No buts, enjoy." Harrison interrupted me covering my mouth with his hands "Plus, can we talk about how Charles Leclerc started to flirt with you? He had heart eyes" "Oooh, that's true!" Tom started to jump in his seat, clapping and laughing "He even asked you if you were going to see the race" "He wasn't flirting, he was just... being polite" I sighed rolling my eyes. "And why did he started following you on Instagram?" Tom took my phone on his hands when it turned on with a notification "Oh! And he sent a message to you!"

I stood up front the couch and walked to my bed with my phone between my hands, opening Instagram and reading his message.

charles_leclerc: Hey it's me, Charles Leclerc. I wanted to know if you can come to the Ferrari paddock with Tom and Harrison?

I smiled reading his message while bitting my lip.

me: Hi Charles, sorry we already have an invitation from RedBull... but of course we're going to walk near! I think Harrison wanted to have a look to the cars

charles_leclerc Oh, well... So, do you like Monaco?

I laughed softly. He changed the topic so quickly that o even se that coming.

me: I haven't seen too much, only the harbor and some nice shops... but it's pretty

charles_leclerc: Do you want me to show you the city?

I gasped in surprise, sitting on my bed and looking at the screen of my phone.

"Guys?" I shouted, hearing their footsteps coming near me. "What?" they shouted looking at me worried. "I think Charles Leclerc asked me to go with him on a date" "I KNEW IT!" Tom exclaimed "Okay so, what did you said?" "Nothing! I mean, what if he's joking? I'm sure he is..."

Tom rolled his eyes and started to tap on my phone, writing a message for Charles. He smiled and then put the phone on the bed.

"You have to get ready, he will come in an hour" "He what?" "Go on. And put something red" Harrison smiled and they left me alone on my room.

Sighing I opened the suitcase and searched for something to wear but nothing red. I dressed with a midi black dress and some sandals and painted my lips with a red lipstick.

"He's here" Tom said looking outside the windows, waving to someone on the street "And he has the Ferrari we saw this morning. Damn Y/N, enjoy the drive and then describe to us how the car was" "You are a freak" I laughed opening the door.

Leaving the hotel Charles opened the door for me with a big smile and started to drive on the streets. He showed me all the important places and personal places like his mother's house or the school were he studied when he was a kid. Some fans who recognised him started to cheer for him and he waved to them with a smile on his lips.

"Is like that everyday? Like you walk on the street and everyone knows who you are. Aren't you stressed about that?" I asked him looking at all his fans. "Not really. Well, it's true that when I race here I feel a lot of pressure because you know... it's home and they are my people. But you know... is really good to feel the support of them" he explained smiling to me. "I guess so..." "And how it is being Tom's manager?" "Is like if I'm taking care of a child! I'm always looking that he doesn't spoil a movie, or swear on public TV... but I love him, he's my best friend since I was little" I smiled, moving my hands while I speak. "I have to confess that the first time I saw you Carlos and I thought that you were his girlfriend " he sighed. "God, no! Never in a million years" I laughed.

He smiled to me and parked the car. I looked outside and when I saw that we are on the top of Monaco I sighed with happiness.

"Wow, what a wonderful view" I smiled looking at the sea "Thank you for the ride, Charles" "I hope you enjoyed it" he smiled grabbing my hand and walking to a bench.

None of us talk, instead we enjoy the silence looking at the sea. I didn't notice that his hand is still holding mine but I don't care, it feels right.

"You know... when I saw you this morning the first thing I noticed was you, not your friends" he said, squeezing my hand "Like, yeah they are Tom Holland and Harrison Osterflied, but... you are beautiful" "Charles..." "I don't want you think that I say this to every girl a see" he interrupted me "I mean it. You are gorgeous, Y/N"

I smiled and placed my head on his shoulder, leaning on him I little.

"Come to my garage tomorrow at the race" he whispered. "But I already talked with RedBull" "Only you" he insisted, interviewing our hands and caressing my skin "Please" "Okay..."

He laughed softly and stood from the bench. He drived me back to my hotel and I promised to meet him tomorrow at his garage, waving goodbye to him. Opening the door of the suite I'm welcomed my Tom and Harrison asking me about the date.

"It was... fine" I answered with a smile "The car, I mean. The date was actually really good." "Do you like him?" Tom asked with a smile. "Well... I only know him since this morning, but he's kinda cute"

The next morning we walked to the track, Tom waving to all the people who recognised him and laughed when McLaren started to put the SpiderMan theme song on their garage. When I reached the merchandising shop I stopped to by a Ferrari shirt and put it on me quickly, making Tom and Harrison laugh.

"What? I'm going to their garage, at least I should wear something for them" I sighed at them. "You like Charles " Harrison singed hugging my shoulders ", and that's really cute." "Yeah, whatever"

I stopped in front of Ferrari garage and Charles waved at me with a smile on his lips, dressed already on his driver suit. I followed him and sat where he indicated me before he reached to the car.

The race started, and he was first because he finished first yesterday on qualification. But after some minutes something happened to his car.

"No. No. No." He said via radio.

He can't race anymore, his car stopped working only at the warm up lap. The garage started to move stressed and requested for a safety car to bring Charles back. My phone started vibratting and the screen lighted up with a Tom's message.

Tommy: That was Charles, right?

Me: Yeah...

I heard the door of a car closing and the next thing that happened was a surprise to me. Charles started to walk towards me and he hugged me in front of everyone.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked caressing his back. "I'm not" he whispered on my neck.

He started to shake and I searched for help with my eyes. A woman watched us and she waved to me catching my attention, making me go away from him and catching his hand walking in front of him. The woman lead us to an empty room and she smiled at me before closing the door.

"Hey" I put my hands on his cheeks lifting his head up. "No, please. Just... hug me."

I sighed and hugged him. He started to cry on me, wrapping me with his arms and making me caress his hair.

"It's okey to cry, Charles. I'm here, not going anywhere " I whispered softly.

He sat on the couch and I sat on his lap, humming on his hair trying to calm his nerves. When he stopped crying I took his face between my hands and dried his cheeks with my fingers.

"Everything is fine" I smiled to him.

He looked at me and started to lean on me, looking between my eyes and my lips. Our foreheads are touching and in one second his lips are on mine.

"I only know you for a day... but I already like you, Y/N" he sighed on my lips making me smile. "I like you too, Charles"

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Go Go Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! (Pt.1)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 7000+

"You're looking at the face of the new captain of Date Techs iron wall" your son Futakuchi Kenji shouted as he burst through the front door of your humble abode.

"So they really went with you huh" you snicker "good maybe now you'll finally learn some respect for Moniwa and those other nice third years"

Kenji huffed as he set his bag down taking off his school tie and jacket.

 "You know mom, most parents would be like 'oh my god Kenji I'm so proud of you we can order your favorite tonight I love you so much you sweet sweet child'" he mocks as you stare at him trying not to laugh.

"Since when has that been our relationship Kenji" you smile as you proceed over to your son.

You grab him forcing him into a tight squeeze "Oh I love my boy so much you are so precious I can't wait to go cheer for Date Tech every single game now" you gush as he tries to force his way from your grasp.

"Eww mom please stop" he says as he gags "I didn't mean that supportive. Please don't show up at our games."

"I don’t know Kenji those team mates of yours really do like me" you snicker as you turn around "I wouldn't ever want anyone to think I don't support my precious baby boy."

Kenji rolled his eyes as you laughed. You had always had a really good relationship with your son. You had him at the age of 20 while you were in a relationship with his father. Unfortunately the relationship didn't work out and his father left the area. You didn't see him much and neither did Kenji. You struggled as a single mom, finding your main support in your parents. You had a great relationship with them and the 4 of you together made up a tiny happy family.

Your parents helped you finish school while your mother watched Kenji. You graduated and getting the job you had worked years for. Now that you were established, things were going well. Kenji was doing well in school, playing volleyball for one of the top schools in the Miyagi prefecture and you were working long hours at a job you loved. No matter what you always made time for your son. He didn't really want you to attend his games so you would occasionally sneak into one watching from the nosebleeds. You loved seeing your son doing what he loved and you always encouraged him.

"So what does a team captain do" you ask as you place the order for your son's favorite take out.

"I mean I run pratices, lead drills and encourage the team" he says nonchalantly as he looks over his school work.

"Not a strong suit of yours Kenj" you smile as he shots a death glare at you.

"Well it's alot easier now that we have a manager to help too" he says.

"Oh you found one then?" You smile

"Yeah Nametsu Mai, she's a second year. She will be doing a lot of the note taking and helping with set ups. Also it's nice to have someone making bentos for the team" he says.

You look up from the bills on your counter "wait she's doing all that alone? That poor girl why does she have to do all that?"

"It's her job mom chill" Kenji says as he laughs at your outburst.

"And your job Kenji is to make sure your team runs efficiently so I expect you to be helping you" you turn as you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Mom ser-" Kenji starts as he sees the glare in your eyes.

"I'm 100% serious Kenji. If you don't help that girl I swear to God that I will be front and center at every single match. Every single tournament with a giant sign in the shape of your face and a shirt that says 'I'm Futakuchi Kenji's number one fan'" you glare as his eyes widen.

"Ok mom ok ill invite her over to help her my god you're mean" he says as you smile.

"I'm off Friday so I can help you make bentos too. You really suck Kenji at doing anything domestic" you smile as you walk to the door to get the takeout you ordered.

Kenji shakes his head as he groans.

Thank God I'm only captain for 1 year he thinks as he signs going to help you get the food.

Friday approaches quickly as the team gears up for their first round of tournaments

"Mai" Kenji calls as he motions for her to come over

"Yes Kenji?" Mai says with a bright smile

"So I want to help you prepare meals for the team for the tournament" he says.

The team stops. Mai looks at him in shock. Middle blocker Aone Takanobu just stares. Fellow outside hitter Obara Yutaka smiles as Libero Sakunami Kōsuke looks on in complete shock.

"Stop looking at me like that! I'm a helpful person!" He screams as they all go back to their activities.

"Ahh it's ok Kenji I really don't need he-" Mai waves shaking her hands.

"Just come to my place tonight ok" Kenji says as the gym doors suddenly burst open.

Coach Oiwake Takurō just shakes his head as he witnesses to former 3rd year volleyball players parade into the gym.

"Well hello our precious underclassmen" Former Middle blocker Kamasaki Yasushi shouts as he walks over to the team.

Kenji just shakes his head "you guys really must lead boring lives if you always have to come bother us during practice. Haven't you found a job yet Kamasaki?" Kenji smirks as he sees the third year began to get heated.

"And here I thought you changed Futakuchi" he says as he goes to grab the captain by the collar. 

 Suddenly someone yells "Aone" and Aone goes to break up the fighting duo.

"Still no respect for your upperclassmen I see" Former captain Moniwa Kaname says with a laugh.

"Well since you're here you might as well make yourselves useful" Kenji says as he stares at Kamasaki "go block for me."

Kamasaki loosens his tie as former wing spiker Sasaya Takehito says as he shakes his head "not again."

Practice ends as the team clears the gym. Mai and Kenji walk to the Futakuchi residence. 

 As they approach, Mai looks at Kenji.

"You really don't need to help me" Mai says "it's my job as manager."

"I know Mai but you see- umm well my mom kinda insisted I help you" Kenji says "she's a bit- much."

They walk to the front door as Kenji opens it. Y/N comes running from the kitchen to greet her son and hopefully their team manager.

"KENJI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DIDNT BRING-" you stop as Kenji just stares at you.

"Oh hello! You must be Mai!" You say extending your hand to the young girl.

"Hello Ms. Futakuchi! It's so nice to meet you" Mai says as she bows, saying Y/Ns hand.

"You as well! Kenji you didn't tell me how cute she was! You must get attention for all the boys" you smile as Mai blushes.

"Mom seriously" Kenji says as his face turns read and he walks away putting his and Mai's bags on the floor.

"What? It's true! But take it from me honey, boys are nothing but trouble! Look at Kenji" you say as you smirk to your son, Mai trying to hide her giggling.

"Ok mom did you just invite her over to ridicule me?" Kenji says to you completely unimpressed

"Nope I can do that without inviting her over! Now let's go to the kitchen Mai" you say as you lead the young girl to the kitchen.

You and Mai work to prepare bentos as you put Kenji to work where you need him.

"Honestly Kenji just stay out of the way" you shout.

"Mom why did you even ask me to invite her over?! I'm literally doing nothing" he says as he sits at the table

"Yes and you're terrible at it" you roll your eyes.

Mai finds your relationship with Kenji amusing and lighthearted. She can tell you have a great relationship with your son and you both feel comfortable picking on each other.

"Ok that's the last of it Mai. You did such a great job! The boys are so lucky to have you. And if they ever say anything rude to you, you let me know and I'll take care of it" you nudge Mai as she giggles.

"Oh don't worry Ms Futakuchi, Coach Oiwake makes sure they appreciate me" she smiles.

"Coach Oiwaka? I don't think I've met him" you turn slowly looking at Kenji

"Why would you need to mom? You always tell me you're happy to get rid of me to whomever will take me off your hands" he says to you in a mocking tone.

"Still! Is he cute?" You say as Mai laughs out loud

"Mom we are not having this discussion " Kenji says as he places his hands over his ears and walks out of the kitchen.

"Well is he?" you say smiling at Mai.

"For an older man, yes" she says giggling "he's been divorced for a few years now. No kids to speak of. He's pretty dedicated to being the coach"

You smile. It's been forever since you've been out with a man. After Kenji's father left, you were top focused on your career and school to even consider dating, let alone be intimate. It had been at least 5 years since you last had sex. Honestly you weren't even sure that was accurate.

"Ms. Futakuchi" Mai says to you as you stare off into space "umm Ms. Futakuchi?"

"Oh gosh I'm sorry Mai! Just thinking. How about we keep the bentos here and I'll bring them tomorrow morning before you leave?" You smile as Mai nods.

"Heck maybe I'll even get to chance to see this gorgeous coach of yours" she winks

"LA LA LA MOM I CANT HEAR YOU" Futakuchi sings from the other room as you both laugh.

Saturday morning approaches as Kenji leaves early to help load the bus. You leave the house at 7:30 in your leggings and old date tech t shirt, figuring it would just be a quick stop to drop off the bentos and back home to enjoy a day free from Kenji and responsibilities as an adult.

You arrive at the school and see the bus outside. It seems like the team is in the gym so you quickly grab the box making your way to the gym. You start to press the door open as you enter slowly.

Coach Oiwake looks up from his notes to see a beautiful young women standing holding an entire box of bentos.

Who are you? And how in the world are you so attractive?

"Kenji you jerk get over here and help your poor mother" you say sarcastically as the team snickers.

"More like 'poor me having to deal with my MOM showing up to my volleyball gym’" kenji rolls his eyes as he quickly walks away from you.

"Love you too sweetheart" you blurt out as every laughs and Coach Oiwake smiles.

"Futakuchi is this really your mother?" Coach says as he watches Kenji out the bentos on the floor.

"Unfortunately yes" Kenji says as he rolls his eyes rejoining his team.

You turn to walk out as Coach Oiwake stops you.

"Mrs. Futakuchi, hello I'm Coach Oiwake Takurō" he says as he extends his hand to yours.

"Oh no 'Mrs' please. Just Y/N" you say as you blush.

The team is observing your interactions.

"Awe that's so cute" Mai gushes as Obara places a hand on Kenji's shoulder.

"Man I don't blame coach at all. Your mom is hot" Obara laughed as Futakuchi glared at him.

"Can we please load the bus and stop talking about my mother? Kenji says.

"Well Y/N we very much appreciate you helping Mai with the Bentos" Coach Oiwake says to you as you smile.

"Don’t mention it Coach Oiwake! Kenji should be doing it anyways AS THE CAPTAIN" you sarcastically shout to him as he walks by you.

Coach Oiwake laughs "I can see where Futakuchi gets his whit Y/N and please call me Takurō."

You smile.

"I hope you'll be able to make it out to the tournament this weekend. I know the boys would appreciate the support" Takurō says as Kenji snaps his neck around.

"Oh no coach my mom is busy this weekend right MOM" Kenji says as he bores holes into your face.

"Actually I don't work this weekend Kenj! Hey that's a great idea! I'll come to support our boys" you shout as you go to hug your son.

Takurō laughs as he watches how cute you interact with your son.

"I look forward to seeing you there Y/N" Takuro says as he turns around winking at you.

Is the coach really flirting with me? you think as you giggle to yourself.

"Oh my god" Kenji shouts as he walks away "Oh don't worry sweetie I promise I won't cheer too loud for my precious angel" you tease as you bid the team and Kenji a farewell.

Damn I need to get to know her Takurō thinks as he smiles as you walk away.

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[angel-riki]

Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 4}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

words: 1,409

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3]

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You stood at your locker while stuffing all of the books needed for this weekend's homework into your backpack. You tapped your chin while scanning your locker. Hmm I think that's everything I'll need. You looked down at your phone to check the time. However, the date caught your eye instead as the realization hit you. Oh my god. Jake's birthday is tomorrow. You had completely forgotten. Jeez I'm a terrible friend, you sighed. There had just been so much going on recently, it had completely slipped your mind. You hadn't even gotten him a present yet. You stood there contemplating what to get him when suddenly, almost as if on cue, Sunoo appeared.

"Hey, Y/N!" He said with a cheerful smile.

"Oh, hi Sunoo!" You smiled back, although you were a bit confused. You and Sunoo had never really talked much before. You just met him for the first time last week, what business could he have with you?

"Sorry to bother you Y/N, but I just had a quick question for you," he began.

"Oh sure, what is it?" You ask. His eyes lit up as he continued.

"Sooo, it's Jake's birthday tomorrow and we were thinking of throwing him a surprise party! And since you're one of his closest friends, I was wondering if you'd like to help plan it with me and the rest of the boys." You were caught off guard by his request, it was almost like he knew that you were just thinking about Jake's birthday. What a funny coincidence. Regardless, you were excited to help out.

"Oh, that's a great idea, I'd love to help!" You replied.

"Yay! This is gonna be so fun, I can't wait!" He was full of excitement as he spoke. You chuckled. Cute. You and Sunoo continued discussing the party for a few minutes and it was decided that you were going bring the cake. You loved to bake so you were more than happy to do so. Shortly after Sunoo went off on his way, Heeseung approached you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said warmly. "Sunoo told me that you're in on the surprise party now, and I was actually going to grab some supplies after school so I was wondering if you'd like to come with me,"

"I'd love to," you said, smiling at him.

"Great," he replied, seeming quite happy that you accepted his offer. He didn't know what it was about you but as soon as you became friends, he wanted to be around you all the time. Something about you was just so addicting to him.

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You and Heeseung stood in the party aisle staring at the huge array of party supplies and decorations.

"Wow, there's quite a lot to pick from," you said. Heeseung nodded in agreement. Eventually, you both decided on some simple streamers and balloons as well as some birthday themed plates and napkins. Everything was black and ivory colored since those were Jake's favorite colors.

"This'll do," Heeseung said, satisfied.

"Yeah, let's go pay," you said while interlocking your arm with his. He had a difficult time keeping a smile from creeping onto his face as you did so.

You decided to go to the self-checkout since you were only buying a few things. You scanned all the items before putting them into a paper bag. The total appeared on the screen as you reached for your wallet.

"Oh don't worry about it, I got it," Heeseung said while pulling out his card.

"Don't be silly, I owe you for driving me around all the time. Let me pay, please?" You asked, although it was more of a command.

"Nope, I'm not letting you." He said with a teasing grin.

"Well, you're too late." You said as you beat him to the card slot. You faced him and stuck out your tongue. He rolled his eyes as you both laughed.

"I'll pay you back later." Heeseung said, not wanting to give up.

"Whatever you say," you retorted.

After you left the store, you headed back to the parking lot. Heeseung unlocked the car and put the bag in the backseat (he insisted on carrying it). He then shut the door before turning to you.

"Have you gotten a gift for Jake yet?" He asked.

"Uh, no not yet..." you answered. You were a bit embarrassed to admit that you still didn't have a present for him when his birthday was tomorrow.

"Perfect, I haven't either actually. Do you wanna go look around some shops and see what we can find?" He suggested.

"Oh, yeah. That sounds good," you said, relieved that you were both in the same boat.

You decided to check out the nearest clothing shop. After entering the store, you began looking around for something that Jake might like. Heeseung began his own search as well. You were looking through a rack of coats when you saw a huge faux fur coat. You giggled at the thought of Jake wearing it. You slipped it on and called out to Heeseung.

"Oh this is totally up Jake's alley, dontcha think?" You asked while striking a pose in the ridiculous coat. Heeseung snorted at you and nodded.

"Totally." He agreed sarcastically.

You continued to look through the rack a bit more before you found another hideous jacket. This one was neon green and covered in random zippers and buckles. It was incredibly tacky. So of course, you put it on.

"Gosh I look terrible in this. Then again, I don't think anyone would actually look good in it." You chuckled. Heeseung laughed along and shook his head.

"I think you'd look nice in anything," he uttered under his breath. Thankfully, you didn't hear him because if you did, your heart probably would of burst.

After looking around a bit longer, you eventually settled on a brown corduroy jacket and a bottle of cologne that you thought fit Jake's taste. Heeseung had picked out a nice pair of sneakers and a small ring. You both checked out before making your way back to the car. It had gotten rather chilly outside as you shivered and rubbed your hands together in attempt to keep them warm. Heeseung noticed you shivering and set both of the shopping bags down (he insisted on carrying them again) before turning to you and wrapping his hands around yours. You were caught off guard by his gesture. Your heartbeat picked up rapidly. He kept his hands around yours for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Better?" he asked with a kind smile.

"Y-yeah, thanks," you were definitely much warmer now, considering how hot in the face you had become. Luckily, it just seemed like your face was flushed from the cold. At least that's what you hoped Heeseung assumed. You made it back to the car and quickly climbed into the passenger seat as Heeseung put the rest of the bags in the back. He then returned to the driver's seat and immediately turned on the heat.

The ride home was pleasent as you both chatted and sang along to the radio. You were surprised to find out that Heeseung has a lovely singing voice. Could he get any more perfect?? You were a little bit sad when you arrived at your house, not wanting your time with him to end. You thanked him for taking you shopping as you climbed out of the car.

"No problem, thanks for coming with me. I had fun." He said happily.

"I had fun too," you said. You smiled and waved goodbye as he drove away. After heading inside, you went to grab your phone out of your jacket. As you stuck your hand in your pocket, you felt something else in there along with your phone. It felt like paper of some kind. You pulled it out to see what it was. It was a $20 bill. You stared at it in confusion before you realized where it came from. Oh my god, how and when did he even put this here?? You rolled your eyes and giggled. Heeseung did promise to pay you back after all.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I didn't intend for the shopping trip to take up the entirety of it, but here we are hahaha. Regardless, thank you for reading and supporting the series, it really helps me stay motivated! :)

~Elle <3

[straykidsworldwild]

Duskwood

Phil Hawkins x MC

Part 3 : MC calls Phil. The next night, as she was going to the bar, someone crosses her path which unpleases her. She rushes to the Aurora and that's where another chapter of her life begins.

Warning : little swearing 🙈

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Heyy guys!! How are you? 😁 So sorry this part took so long to be published. Pardon me. Hope you'll like it! 😁

(I don't own the pics, I just made the collage. Credit goes to the creators of Duskwood and owners of the pics.)

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I take a deep breath in and out as I do a messy bun. I feel like I am getting ready for a marathon. My heart is already beating stronger and faster than normal and I haven't pressed the calling button yet. It's crazy how he makes me feel even when he isn't here, next to me… Just a thought of him and it makes my heart racing. I wonder how he feels when I'm close to him, talking to him, or just when someone mentions me. Does he even think about me sometimes? I know Phil is pretty confident about himself but that doesn't mean he cannot feel nervous, right? Anyway... I have a call to make. Alright, one last deep breath in and out and… Oh, you're such an idiot, MC… I'm so nervous that I'm calling the Aurora instead of his phone… I hope he is still at his bar.

- "Hello?" I hear Phil's voice echoing right after he answered. At least I know he is still there... His voice is so restful and deep. I smile just by this simple note coming from his voice.

- "Hi, I'd like to talk with Mr. Aurora", I answered the man, sounding playful as I let a small chuckle out.

- "MC" calls me, Phil, chuckling back. Oh God... You're not allowed to do that! My smile grows as I can picture him just by hearing him chuckling. It's so contagious... "Wait, before you say anything, I'm so sorry about..." He suddenly tells me which surprised me. He spoke so fast...

- "Phil, I'm not upset or mad or anything. Don't worry. It wouldn't be right of me to be upset with you anyway.", I immediately reply to the man, interrupting him. I do not want him to feel guilty or awkward about what happened. There's no need for that...

- "Why not? That girl literally shamed you and flirted with me in front of you." He tells me back, sounding confused as to why I am not angry. I mean… I guess there's reason to be upset but not angry. But are they worth being said out loud right now? I'm not sure...

- "Well, one, you're free to have whatever kind of relationship you want. I don't have a word to say about that. And two, we're not together so I don't see why it should matter." I answer to Jessy's brother which didn't sound that harsh in my head. I close my eyes and hit my face with my hand. Why did I say that? He's going to think I am not in for something with him or that I might have moved on from trying something with him. But then, do I want something with him? Am I ready to be in a relationship with Phil despite the kind of man he is? I mean, he can change… Right? Well, he already changed, right? For a moment, a dead silence takes place in the phone call. "Are you still there?" I ask Phil, my voice sounding faint compared to before.

- "Yeah, yeah... I was just deep in thoughts." He responds to me, sounding… Hurt? Disappointed? Maybe both... I couldn't tell. I let a quiet sigh out as I feel my heart beating so strongly down my chest. I need to know… Even if it scares me, even if it might not pleasure me to hear what he is going to say, I need to know.

- "Can I ask you something?" I gently demand to the boy.

- "Of course, Gorgeous" he answers softly. And the deepness of his voice is just so amazing to hear...

- "Are you being serious about... I mean... Are you really trying to... Do you really…" I sigh again but louder this time. How is he supposed to understand what I want to ask him if I can't put three words in a row? "I'm sorry, I don't know how to formulate my question." I tell him as I lightly shake my head. I'm such an idiot...

- "You want to know if I am playing with you or not?" He tells me as if he just read my thoughts. Oh... Am I this obvious?

- "Yeah. It's just... I'm having a hard time to believe that you actually want something with me. I mean... It's just easier to think that you want something from me than with me. Especially when I see the kind of girls you liked before…" I confess to the boy, telling him my worries all while hoping it doesn't make him step away from me. I don't want to lose him because I worry to much or don't open easily to him... I just need time.

- "I never said I liked them, MC." He calmly answers before hearing him blowing some smoke.

- "But you must have felt something for them, otherwise, you wouldn't have wanted a night with them." I reply to him with an unsure tone.

- "It was just physical attraction, nothing more. It's different from you. With you, it's not just the attraction, it's... It's the spark that I don't have with the others." He tells me sincerely and seriously, always sounding so calm but so sincere at the same time. I hum as I look down. I want to believe him… And maybe I do actually. But there's always this lack of confidence in me that brings me to my rational side. "I told you, MC, and I'll say it again. I love you. Now, I know what you think about me and I know what people say about me. But I don't care. And I care even less of those chicks. I only care about you." He admits to me with the same tone as before, sounding lightly desperate for me to believe him. I care about you too, Phil… More than you think, more than I certainly should. I stay quiet as I meditate on everything happening right now. There is a lot to think about. Suddenly, I hear a light sigh coming from Phil. "MC, do you trust me?" He suddenly asks me. Oh… Well...

- "Of course, Phil." I answer instantly, nodding positively even though he doesn't see me.

- "Then trust me when I say that I'll be ready to change things from me to be with you." He confesses seriously before blowing some smoke again. Change… But I don't want him to change...

- "I don't want you to change anything from you. I just... I'm just not confident enough." I tell and confess to the boy, admit my lack of confidence to him. It actually feels weird… Why am I telling him that?

- "If you let me, I'll prove to you that I really love you and that I'm not trying to play around with you. But I'll only do it if you want me to give you that proof. I'll never force you to do anything. It's your call." He says seriously and sincerely, letting me all the cards in my hands. It's my call… I smile, unable to stop it. Why do I smile in a moment like this one? How can he make me smile in a conversation like this one?

- "You're charming." I tell him which makes the boy chuckle. "I didn't give you your hug." I recall, sounding like I am kind of excusing myself to him.

- "I know. It broke my little heart." He says jokingly even though I could hear he was serious in a way. I giggle at his answer despite being sorry. "Maybe you could give it to me tomorrow night, Gorgeous." He suggests before a small pause takes place in the conversation. "Huh, you're coming to Jessy's birthday tomorrow night, right?" He asks me with an unsure tone.

- "Yes, why wouldn't I?" I demand him back, sounding confused.

- “When are your uncle's funerals?” he questions me, ignoring my questions. The funerals…? Why is he asking about that?

- “Huh... Tomorrow morning.” I begin to answer when something just comes up in my mind. Of course... “Oh, I get it. You think I shouldn't go or I wouldn't want to go to the party?” I tell him, sounding like I have just read his mind this time.

- “Well, I just thought you would have preferred to be alone, maybe? That you wouldn't be in the mood for a party.” He responds so gently and so calmly, clearly caring about my emotions. I could hear how much he cares for me just by the sound of his voice. It’s crazy…!

- “Well, I will certainly be down but, I'd rather be with my friends than alone at home, especially in a time like this one. It's not…” I let a small sigh out. “It’s not good to stay alone. And my uncle wouldn't want me to stay by myself anyway, so…” I reply to the man I have been having a crush on for so long. The pain was heard in my voice.

- “Well, you can call or send me a message if you need to talk, okay? Anytime. I'll be there for you, MC.” He answers sincerely and seriously, showing me his support.

- “Thanks, Phil. That means a lot.” I tell sincerely to the boy, cracking a smile. That warmed my heart.

- “I'm sorry but I'm going to have to hang up, Gorgeous. I need to do the closing.” He says with a disappointed tone towards himself because he needs to hang up. Oh already...

- “Sure, no problem. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.” I tell him as I smile like an idiot. Again... Thank God he cannot see me...

- “See you, Gorgeous. Goodnight.” He wishes me back, letting a soft chuckle out. Oh… I keep a smile over my face and hang up. Why did I fall for an idiot like him?

~ Next day, morning ~

Next morning, I wake up and do my little ritual before getting ready. I out on a black dress with black heels but don't bother putting on the small amount of make up I usually wear. It's not necessary, I will ruin it with my cries anyway... Mom is waiting for me at her home. I told her I would pick her up before going to the funeral. I know mom is strong but I’m not sure she’ll be able to drive after the funeral. And to be fair, I’m not sure I will be able myself, but I’ll try… I have to be there for her, firstly, then myself.

~ A few hours later ~

I feel so strange. I feel like a piece of me was ripped and is missing, but at the same time, I feel relieved. I mean… I feel like my uncle is finally resting in peace and I can try to move on, live my life like he would want me to do. Though, I just can’t stop thinking about him… I want to turn the page but I'm also scared to forget him at the same time which isn't a good match. When I saw the white flowers set for my uncle's funeral, I was just so happy. They looked amazing. I just wished I could have bought those flowers for another and more joyful reason though... Anyway, maybe Phil was right to worry if I would come or not to Jessy’s birthday party tonight. I really don’t feel in the mood right now… And certainly not later either…

After dropping my mother at her home, I stayed for a moment with her. I just needed to make sure she'll be okay. And I also needed to be with my mom. I needed my mom. Anyway, I am finally on my way back home as Jessy won’t be long now. I park my car and walk up toward my little apartment. Oh… I’ve got a message.

- “Hey, MC, I’m sorry but I have to go help Cleo with something so I don’t think I’ll be able to make it in time at your home. Can we meet up at the Aurora, instead?” I read her text message which was sent an hour and a little more ago. I completely forgot to pour the sound back on so I didn't hear any of the notifications I received. "I keep my phone close to me though. So if you need to talk, I'll be there." I read her second message. A small smile comes over my lips.

- “Of course, Jessy, no problem. I’ll see you there.” I simply respond to her message as I don’t want to bother my mind right now. I don't want to talk. I guess I’ll get the chance to rest a bit before going to the party. Maybe I’ll be a little more motivated to go there after…

A few hours later, I am on my way to the Aurora to go meet up with the others. Well, I'll probably be the first one since I always come early. There’s a part of me wishing I could actually be home, lying on my sofa in front of the TV, and do nothing, and the other part is telling me, “is Phil alone right now? Will I have a heart to heart moment with him?”. Yes… I think… Yeah, I think I want to tell him that I want to give him a chance if he is really willing to have something serious. I don’t know if it is the right thing to do or not but, I need to… Live. I need to try new things. I need to challenge myself. Telling my emotions to him, how I feel about him, it’s something new. It’s just so hard to talk about how I feel most of the time. Especially saying my feelings to the boy I have a crush on since… A while now.

The streets are enveloped by the darkness of the night, but the streetlights bring some light to them. Thankfully, it's a calm night without any rain pouring down.

- “Hey!!” I hear a familiar voice screaming in my back. Not so calm now... Though the voice sounded… Off. It was a man for sure, but the person didn’t sound very "fine". He talked quite slower than a normal person would do normally and he half chew over his words. Is he drunk? I continue my way, ignoring the man. That's the best thing to do... “Hey, MC, is that you?” What? Who...? I turn quickly around to just give a glance at the person, but I don’t stop walking. Oh… My boss…? What is he doing here? “Whatever. Why don’t you come see your favorite boss, Baby Girl? You could be surprised by me.” He says in a drunk way as he points at me with a bottle. Oh… Huh… I didn't see it before. Hell no! I clear my throat, feeling uncomfortable and scared. I…

Without thinking further, I start to run away from him as I know the Aurora isn’t far from here now. It’s just a couple street corners away… I run as fast as I can, hoping to lose him. Which some chances, he is too drunk to actually run after me. Well, he did still seemed a little bit himself despite the alcohol... There! I can see the colorful light from the bar lightening the street. Please, be there.... Alone or with someone, I don’t care…. Just be there. I rush inside the Aurora and immediately close the door behind me before sticking my back against the door. I thought I was going to make a fool out of myself in front of people, but it’s empty… Though, Phil is standing behind the counter, cleaning some glasses. Breathless, I quickly lock the door and step away from it as I walk backward towards the counter.

- “Gorg…” I hear Phil calling me with his lovely voice. Though, it was quick to faint. “Did you just close my bar?” He asks me with a confused tone as he points at the door. I look up at him, fear flashing over my face. Wow, I didn’t think I was this scared actually... “MC, what's wrong?” He asks me right away with concern while walking around the counter to join my sides.

- “Phil, he's following me.” I tell him rapidly and out of breath as I walk towards him to meet him midway. Wow, I… I didn’t even control myself. It’s like my body just talked for myself, walked over to him, needing to feel this protecting feeling.

- “Wow, calm down. What are you talking about? Who's follow you?” He says calmly and seriously as his hands come grabbing my shoulders. Oh… I stare into his eyes, reading the calmness in them. Though, I can read the concern in them. Suddenly, there’s a loud thud coming from outside which made me jump and gasp, breaking eye contact with Phil. I turned around and found my boss standing outside, still holding his bottle in one hand. He managed to get here without falling? Oh God... Seriously?!

- “MC, bring your sweet little ass outside before I fire you!” I hear him yelling in the middle of the street which made me take a step back. Even with a wall and a locked door separating us, he still scares me. Phil grabs my wrist as he takes a step forward, shielding my body with his.

- “He's drunk and clearly worse than when he's sober…” I inform to the man as we notice that my boss is trying to get inside Phil’s bar. Please, don't break anything here... “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring him to your bar but…” I rapidly apologize to Phil, shaking my head negatively as I dance on my feet. I shouldn't have come here...

- “Hey, it's okay. I'm glad you actually found your way here." He tells me reassuringly and so calmly. "Stay here. It's okay.” He tells me with the same comforting tone while motioning me to not move. Huh… What is he doing? Phil goes to the front door, looking so upset. He unlocks it and opens it before stepping outside. Though, he makes sure to close it back behind him. “What can I do for you, sir?” I hear him asking seriously to the drunk man. It’s faint, but I can still hear their voices.

- “You?” Says, my boss, while rudely pointing at Phil with the bottle and frowning confused. “You work here?” He tells him with surprise as if Phil wouldn't be able or wouldn't be smart enough to work here.

- “I even own the place.” answers, Phil, crossing his arms over his chest.

- “Right... Look, I'm not goin' to bother you 'ny longer. Just tell me where the little wh**e is?” Then asks, my drunk boss, half screaming in the middle of street. I'm actually pretty sure he doesn't notice that he talks so loudly. Wow... He definitely doesn't know what pet names are...

- “Excuse me?” Questions, Phil, sounding very unpleased and like he heard him wrong. Though, I can tell that it is making his blood boiling.

- “Don't play dumb, boy. Where's she? She and I nee' to talk. If you know what I mean.” I hear my boss saying before he smirks, looking hungry for… Ugh! He’s such a pig! Knowing the thought he must have with me, I grimace with disgust. “She seems like a good little b**ch waiting to be f***ed.” He says before starting to laugh drunkenly. I knew he wasn't nice, but I never thought he had such a disgusting side...

- “Mmh... You see, I deal with clients all day long and I noticed that there are three different types. First one is the nice ones. The ones who come enjoy a drink or two and then go. Then, there are the annoying ones. They take a few drinks and start talking very loudly and getting a little bit out of line but it's still correct in a way. Finally, there are the ones that get to another level which is disrespect and being rude. Unfortunately, that happens to make me angry. Sadly, you're there right now. So I suggest you turn around and walk away while you can.” Replies politely and professionally, Phil, trying not to lose his cool despite the anger rising more and more. I know it. I see it. Just by the sight of the vein popping in his neck and the way he firmly closes his fists… His knuckles look so white...

- “Are you threatening me, boy?” questions, my boss, trying to play tough despite the fact that he struggles to stay still on his two feet.

- “No, It's just a "friendly" advice from one boss to another. Be smart. Take it. Turn around and walk away.” He tells him seriously, trying to make the man go away before it goes too far. I just hope he isn’t as stubborn as he is when he is sober… I stare at them from inside the bar, frowning with concern. This situation makes me so nervous. My boss is clearly unpleased by Phil’s words. Suddenly, the man starts screaming and draws his bottle towards Phil. Oh! The owner of the bar dodges the hit in time and pushes my boss against the wall behind him. The man is face first, kept pushed against the wall. “If you don't leave right now, I'll call the police! Want to think again?” Warns seriously and firmly, Phil, frowning with anger. Though, I can tell he is struggling to keep his anger in him. I have rarely seen Phil this mad… Honestly, it’s scary. Suddenly, my boss makes a rough move backward, his bottle hitting Phil’s ribcage. Oh! I gasp as I saw Phil bending over. My boss turns around and tries to hit Phil in the face with the bottle. Well, he isn’t as drunk as I thought… Phil steps back in time before punching him in the face. I gasp in surprise. I never saw Phil fighting before. My boss lands flat on his belly, the bottle rolling on the sidewalk. Though, he comes back up, helping himself with the wall. I can’t just watch them fight like this… I can’t watch Phil getting hurt because of me… My boss grabs Phil by the collar and pulls him before pushing him against the wall. He still has a certain strength... Though, Phil instantly pushes him back. I can’t...

- “Stop it! Now!” I scream after rapidly stepping out of the bar. I come in between the two men and separate them, forgetting what my boss could actually do. I push the drunk man away from Phil, making him stumble backwards before he catches himself on a car. Meanwhile, I place my hands on Phil’s chest as I felt him going for him. Hell no…! Enough! “Phil. Ph... Phil!” I call the boy as he tries to walk past me to get to the man. He's not angry, he's raging. Though, when I called him, imploring for him to look down at me, he stopped. His eyes met mines and softness instantly drowned them. “Stop, please. Don't enter his game.” I plead him seriously as I weakly nod.

- “I'm not letting that pig talk about you or treat you that way!” He replies with anger, looking back with dark eyes at the drunk man standing behind me. Phil takes a step forward, but again, I stop him, getting before him as I keep my hands on his chest.

- “Phil, look at me. Look at me!” I tell him seriously as I bring one hand to his cheek. Why am I doing this? Why does this feel so… Normal and right? Just with my hand on his cheek, I can feel how much the anger is boiling inside of him. I force him to look down at me. “Calm down, please.” I demand him softly, our eyes connecting a second time. The man stares at me displeased for a moment before letting a sigh out. Please, don’t do it… I didn’t notice, but I’m actually running my thumb on his cheek, as if the hope of him to calm him down will be by this simple gesture.

- “Are you going to make out now? Because I'd rather live the show than to watch it.” Comments, my boss. Gross… Disgusting… Repulsive… I slowly turn around to face the man as I stay before Phil. He is smirking as he looks at my body up and down. I’ve never felt so bad and embarrassed before. Like… He hasn’t done anything to me, but just the way he looks at me makes me feel dirtied.

- “Well, I'm going to make it easy for you, sir. I'm done. I quit. I'll come pick up my stuff tomorrow even though it isn't much.” I tell him with seriousness while frowning madly. I have to end this. My boss stares at me with a frown, processing my words.

- “You can't quit! You're working for me!” He screams back at me, half chewing on his words. As if...

- “Yes, I can!” I scream back at him which surprises him. Yeah, he must not be used to someone replying to him or going against him... “And if that doesn't please you, it's still going to be the same. I'm done being mistreated by you and by most of your clients. And if you can't accept that, maybe the police can help you like the idea. I'm sure I have enough to say against you.” I tell him with a reminding tone, raising my voice lightly but not as loud as he talks to me and keeping that firm tone. I don’t know where this confidence comes from, but it feels… Powerful. Maybe because I know Phil is here and has my back? I don’t know… My boss stares at us two so madly before he looks away. “Oh, and by the way, you owe me at least 4.000$ of pay for all the extra hours I did. I better have them soon if you don't want this to go to justice.” I remind him seriously, pointing at him with my finger. I feel like a tea pot. Everything I've been wanting to say to him, I say them.

- “You were i'competent 'nyway. 'nable to do one thing righ'. I won't be losing much.” He replies at me with a mad tone, almost looking relieved that I’m quitting. I watch him dancing on his feet, almost tripping over his own feet.

- “Exactly, and you were bringing absolutely nothing to me so it looks like we're both winning. Me a little more.” I answer to the man, keeping my firm and mad tone against him. Without saying another word, my boss just scoffs before he turns around to leave. Oh… First time he actually backs down in front of someone… Anyway, he'll far away now. I turn around to look back at Phil, watching him holding his ribs. Oh… “Oh God, are you okay?” I demand him with a worried tone as I try to hide my guilt. It’s because of me if he is hurt...

- “Yeah... He wasn't as drunk as I thought.” Answers, Phil, looking down at me with a light frown. Though, it is not a mad frown or else, he seems more.... Worried or concerned. But relieved at the same time, weirdly… I frown sadly before I look down at his free hand.

- “Come with me.” I tell him gently while taking his hand in mine. “Let me help you” I tell him while helping him get inside. Well… I’m not sure he needs help but still, I just feel the need to help him. He literally saved me from my boss.

- "Thanks, Gorgeous”, he says as he lets me lead him back to the bar. I close the door behind Phil and let him take place on a chair. While sitting, I hear him groaning lightly before he clears his throat, as if he didn’t want me to hear him in pain. Right, I should get him some ice. I walk over to the counter and go behind it. So it should be… Here! “You even know where ice is.” He tells me with an impressed tone as he lets a small chuckle out. How does he know I looked for that? That chuckle… It’ll be my death.

- “I've watched you worked behind that bar countless times. It's not hard to guess where the stuff is.” I respond to the boy as I come back to him, holding a cloth with ice in it. “Let me…” I tell him while sitting across from him. I gently and lightly lift his shirt up just to see if it has bruised or not yet. It’s starting to get bruised... I let a guilty sigh out before pulling his shirt back down. I place the cloth over it and delicately press on it. Phil lightly winces because of the pain and the cold touching his skin as he looks away. “I'm sorry. I didn't…” I begin to apologize to the man as I avoid his eyes.

- “It's okay.” he interrupts me as I feel him looking at him. I know he is. “It's not your fault. And at least I know you won't see that dick anymore.” he says with a satisfied and relieved tone.

- “Honestly, it feels like I just threw an enormous weight off my shoulders. It feels good. Thanks to you.” I admit to the man I have been crushing on for so long as I let a small smile appear on my face. He smiles back while weakly nodding.

- “What are you going to do now?” He asks me with curiosity.

- “Look for another job.” I simply answer.

- “My offer is still on, you know?” He tells me with a reminding tone. Oh… I looked up in his eyes for the first time since I’ve been holding the cloth with the ice on his wound. His offer… Working here... “If you want to work here while you look somewhere else, I'll be glad to have you here. I know you still need to pay for your college so…” He says with his calm and deep voice. How can he be so calm so easily, especially after what just happened outside his bar? My smile grows before I actually softly laugh.

- “Your job sucks so much that you're desperate for a constant distraction?” I ask sarcastically, joking around. Phil smiles and softly laughs back to my comment.

- “What can I say, I'd like to have a beautiful woman working with me. Especially you.” he answers, which makes my cheeks burn instantly. You player… I bite my lower lip without controlling myself and look up in his eyes. They are burning with flames of… Of… Such a strong emotion… Feeling. God, I love him… And those eyes that he is giving me aren’t helping at all…

- “When can I start then?” I demand him, not really knowing how I managed to ask him this without mumbling or stuttering.

- “Monday?” he proposes to me. Huh?

- “Monday... In four days?” I ask him, frowning confused after thinking for a second.

- “You deserve a little break, Gorgeous, don't you think?” He tells me seriously and so gently. He’s just so sweet and caring… I mean, he clearly wants to show who the boss is here because it is his bar, but… His calm personality and the way he behaves most of the time just seem to hide his true self. I mean, Phil is Phil and his words are sometimes raw, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think otherwise. I nod to the boy before looking down. I feel so nervous suddenly. My heart is racing like never before and I can’t take this idiotic smile off my face. What has he done to me, seriously? Suddenly, Phil gently pushes my hand and the ice from his chest and starts to get up. What…? Where is he going? What is he going to do?

- “Wait, I…” I suddenly say, grabbing his wrist. What just took me? Why did I…? I’m such a fool. And such a nervous wreck right now. I avoid his look, staring at the floor. “There's... Hum…” I have to tell him. I can’t back down anymore. I can’t flee my own feelings either anymore.

- “Are you nervous?” He asks me with a smirk while sitting back down on the chair across from me. Oh...

- “No, I... Yeah. I'm... I'm a nervous wreck right now actually. It's just... I…” I confessed to him, sounding as if I even struggle to breath now. God, I’m such an idiot, why am I stuttering like this in front of him?

- “Am I making you this nervous, Gorgeous?” He asks me in a whisper with his deep voice while slowly getting closer to my face. Oh… I don’t move as my eyes just fall on his lips. They look so soft. My breathing gets heavier instantly. I can’t look at him… I close my eyes as I breath heavily.

- “Actually... Yes…” I admit. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again as Phil didn’t say a word. The boy has his eyes devouring my lips as the fire in them seems to have grown. “Phil, I…” I begin to whisper, trying to find the courage to say the words.

- “Phil, what? What do you want, Gorgeous?” He asks me with the same deep and calm whisper which makes me even more nervous.

- “Phil…” I whisper his name as I lock my eyes with his. They’re just so beautiful and he is just so close to me... Phil hums with his deep voice as he lightly wets his lips. Oh my… The man gets closer and closer so slowly until his forehead connects with mine. I close my eyes, enjoying how close we are right now. I can’t explain what I feel inside right now, but it’s a total mess. There are butterflies, fireworks… It’s a crazy feeling. Phil brings his hand to my cheek which feels so soft and so right. None of us move. None of us say a word. Nothing breaks this moment. I bring my hand over his, wanting him to hold me. Then, as the two of us are plunged in a deep silence, Phil suddenly pecks my lips. He… Kissed me. His lips are just so warm and soft and the kiss is so delicate. Simple but delicate. Phil pulls away from my lips and disconnects our foreheads. Though, he keeps a really, really small distance. Our eyes connect once more but none of us say a word. There’s no need. His eyes are talking for himself. He just wants to make sure I’m okay with this… I smile with happiness as I bring my hand to his neck and pull him back in for a kiss. What’s happening to me? I don’t know. I would have never done this before. I’m too shy for that. But it just feels so right, right now. Phil answers to my kiss instantly, giving the same softness and warmth than before. It’s more passionate though… The boy grabs my hands and pulls me closer to him as he rests completely on his chair. I let him guide me and sit on his lap, never breaking the kiss. Phil holds me, one hand in my back, the other on my thigh as the kiss becomes quickly heated. Suddenly, he pulls away from the kiss but only to go down my jaw and then my neck. I close my eyes and let my head lean to the side to give him more room. This feeling is just amazing! However, Phil suddenly stops kissing me, sounding just as breathless as I am.

- “Sorry, sorry... I just... We should stop before it's too... Heated. I told you, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do now and…” He tells me out of breath and with seriousness. I look at him, noticing that he's really not playing. Especially because he stopped before going too far. This proves one more time that he really wants to try this relationship. I smile, feeling just so lucky at this moment.

- “I love you, too.” I whisper to the boy which made him look at me with surprise. He said it so many times to me but I’ve never said it back before. I never dare. I was so scared and so shy. I lean in and give him a new soft and warm kiss before taking him into my arms and letting my head in the crook of his neck. His scent is lovely. I can tell that Phil was surprised at first, but he didn’t put long to hug me back. Jessy’s brother holds me tightly, hiding his head in my neck as well, smelling my perfume. “I love you, Phil.” I whisper one more time.

- “If I knew I needed to fight with your crappy boss to hear you say it…” He says playfully which makes me softly laugh.

- “Well, actually, I was going to tell it to you tonight, anyway. I figured... I can't deny or lie about it anymore so... And I need to live my life as well, take it in my own hands... And you did prove that you want something serious with me so…” I respond to the man sincerely. I can feel my nervousness slowly fading away as I feel more and more comfortable with him. I mean, how could you not? I was starting to pull away from the hug when Phil stopped me. Oh… The man kisses my cheek delicately before kissing my lips one more time. I smile and look at him in the eyes. “Just don't break me, Phil…” I demand him, softly whispering.

- “Oh, I won't. Trust me, Gorgeous. I've been wanting you for a while now. I did lots of things to prove to you that I love you. Things I’ve never done before. The idea of me hurting you is painful. And I think that if I ever hurt you, I'll probably have all Duskwood after me.” He replies seriously to me before chuckling playfully. I chuckle back, amused.

- “Oh, I'm not sure I know that many people but... Yeah, most likely.” I answer jokingly, entering his game. The two of us laugh one more time. His smile is just so contagious. I give him one last kiss before standing up from his lap.

- “Where are you going?” He asks me, sounding disappointed that I got up from his lap.

- “The others are going to arrive soon. I don't really want them to see me taking you for a chair.” I respond with sarcasm to the man as I walk over to the bar to sit on a stool.

- “Well, I don't mind, Gorgeous. Having you sitting on my lap is kind of... Sexy.” he says with his deep voice, looking at me up and down with a smirk. I hum as I notice how hungry he actually looks. Oh boy, he’s been waiting, hasn’t he?

- “You're a naughty little devil, you know that?” I tell him while giggling.

- “Yep, but only for you, Gorgeous.” He replies with a charming tone. I place my hand over my heart before laughing.

- “Phil!” I call him through my laugh.

- “Yes, Gorgeous?” he calls me, using the same charming tone mixed with the deepness of his voice. I laugh again as my cheeks are burning. “So, are we together, MC?” He asks me more seriously.

- “Well, no.” I answer to the boy which makes him frown, confused and disappointed. “What? Don't look at me like that. Technically, we just had a... A... Very unexpected heated moment. But you never asked me out, did you?” I remind him playfully, winking at the boy. Phil laughs to my answer, understanding where I'm getting at.

- “MC, would you like to be my girlfriend?” He asks me with seriousness, yet, having the most beautiful and charming smile over his face.

- “I don't know. Give me a good reason to say “yes”.” I answer playfully. Without waiting, Phil stands up from the chair and lifts his shirt, showing me his abs. I laugh and blush while bitting my lower lip. "Definitely getting there", I tell him as I’m actually devouring his body with my eyes. Seriously, what has he done to me? Phil chuckles as he approaches me. One of his hands goes in my back while the other one passes softly in my hair, pushing it back before placing it on my cheek.

- “You're definitely going to make me a fool for you, Gorgeous.” he whispers softly and lovingly.

- “Not my plan.” I answer playfully while smiling happily. Phil smiles back to me before he slides his hand in my back, holding me against him tightly. I feel him kissing my neck again while he runs his hand in my back. I just feel so comfortable in his arms, so protected.

- “I love you.” He tells me sincerely and with love in his voice.

- “I love you.” I repeat his words with the same tone he used while literally melting in his embrace.

I was a fool for him. He was a fool for me. I was just too shy and he was another man. A lot has changed lately in my life, but this is the best thing I could dream of.

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FALLOUT |LH| ELEVEN

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PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin taeyong. swearing, unprotected sex (fingering, nipple play)

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

the next chapter is the last one !!

“If you’re calling to keep telling me how stupid and idiot I am, then I suggest you hang up. I don’t care what you have to say,” you spoke when you picked Taeyong’s call.

When you told him the news, you didn’t expect for him to react the way he did. He got furious, and you could swear to yourself you had never seen him that furious. You knew he didn’t like Donghyuck, but you never thought he hated him. No. Despise him.

He was deeply upset about losing you. Losing the love of his life to that asshole. Taeyong watched you with tearful eyes and left your house. Now he had to become the heartless villain because if he couldn’t be happy with you, then one could.

“Don’t worry, you made it very clear your lovelife isn’t none of my business,” He muttered.

“Exactly,” you snapped.

“I just called because my mother wants to see you, but I can tell her you’re busy.”

“Oh…” you sighed. “I uhm… tell her I can meet her for lunch tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

And with that, he hung up.

“Your mother isn’t in town,” Jaemin furrowed, looking at Taeyong.

“I know.”

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re being like this?” Jaemin questioned.

“What do you mean?” Taeyong unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on his chair.

“All weird. You should be happy for her.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “And who did she end up with.”

“Donghyuck loves her, yeah, I mean, I don’t exactly support his past but he wants to change and is paying for what he did,” Jaemin shrugged.

“Donghyuck is an asshole,” Taeyong darted his eyes to him.

“But she loves him.”

Taeyong huffed, placing both hands on his desk. Jaemin tilted his head, confused. “Are you perhaps jealous?”

“Why would I be?” Taeyong let his head rest in his hand.

“You tell me.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Jaemin. Go home.”

“Am I?” Jaemin glared at him.

“Fuck off,” Taeyong snorted.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Jaemin narrowed his eyes sometimes with slight head tilt

"Yes." Taeyong massaged his temples. "But I guess it doesn't fucking matter now."

"Why you never told her?" Jaemin's voice softened and sat in front of him.

"Because I'm an idiot," Taeyong shook his head in hesitation. "And now she's high off her ass on feelings for him."

Jaemin sighed. "There are plenty of women out there, Tae. Maybe she wasn't for you."

"Yeah." Taeyong stroked his cheek, still head resting in his palm. "Whatever."

After Jaemin left, Taeyong decided to go for a ride and somehow ended up in where your father was hiding. It was one of his warehouses anyways. He parked his car and got off of it. He walked up the stairs and opened the door and found your father sitting on the couch, reading a book.

"Isn't a bit late for visits?" Your father queried, eyes still on the book.

"Your daughter's gonna get married," Taeyong closed the door behind him.

"Congratulations I guess?" He smarted.

Taeyong sighed frustrated. "That wedding can't happen."

"Well, in case you don't recall I don't have the best relationship with her."

"I need to play it by ear something," Taeyong placed his hands on his hips, walking around the room.

"Why do you even care?" Your father glanced at him and then he furrowed.

Taeyong stayed quiet and looked at him. "Now I get why you have me here. This is a passionate revenge.”

Taeyong cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. "You want me to get rid of him, don't you?" Your father inquired.

"That wasn't the plan, but I don't dislike what you said at all." Taeyong sat in front of him.

"I would gladly kill him," Your father smirked. "That son of a bitch ruined my plans. If I didn't get my happy ending then neither does he."

"You know," your father placed the book on the table and continued speaking, "Yuta and I's plan was great, and Haechan or whatever his name is, he simply couldn't keep his hands to himself and fucked up everything.”

“Please don’t remind me you tried to murder her because I still want to rip your head off,” Taeyong snapped.

Your father laughed. “And what's your plan, pretty boy? Killing him and then making her fall in love with you?”

“I wouldn't mind that at all,” Taeyong tilted his head.

“If she never fell in love with you, what makes you think she will after losing his beloved boyfriend?” Your father smarted.

“Because this time I am not a teenager, I am a man,” Taeyong smirked. “A man who is willing to be with her in her grief.”

“You’re pretty messed up, kid.”

“Wanna talk about messed up?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow.

Your father shook his head. “So, do you have something in mind or do you want me to think of something?”

“I have something planned.” Taeyong smiled.

You were waiting for Taeyong's mom outside her favorite restaurant. You frowned when you realized she was late. She was never late for anywhere.

You sighed and got up from the table determined to leave, when Taeyong appeared in front of you. You weren't happy to see him, which was weird. If it had been another occasion, you would be very glad to see him and have lunch together. But not now. You were furious with him.

"You're leaving already?" He asked, looking at you.

You nodded. "I guess your mother couldn't come."

Taeyong pressed his lips together. "I lied to you, she's not even in town."

"Then I better go," you grabbed your bag and walked beside him to leave the restaurant. He grabbed your arm, making you turn back to face him.

You yanked yourself free and hissed. “I don’t wanna argue with you again, Taeyong. I’m leaving.”

"Just... listen to me, please?" His eyes darted yours. "Please."

You let out a resigned sigh. "Fine."

You both sat, him in front of you. "I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. I just... I don't think he's the best for you. I wan-" You opened your mouth but he waved a hand to shoo you. "Let me finish, please."

You bobbed your head. "You know I love you and after what happened, I just want you to be okay. You love Donghyuck, I get it. Still, I don't like him but I'm not gonna lose my friend because of it. You're more important than what I think. So I'm sorry."

You let out a wistful sigh. "I really thought I would never speak to you again. Your words hurt me."

"I know," Taeyong reached out by taking his hand in yours. "And I hate myself so much because of it. I'm sorry."

You nodded and grinned. "Okay."

He cocked his head cutely. "Yes?"

"Yes," you giggled. "Don't do that face. It's impossible to say no to it."

"I know," he winked at you.

And Taeyong smiled to himself. His plan had just begun.

(...)

"Hyuck - fuck," You gasped, fingers tightening in Donghyuck's hair. He only sucked harder, pressing marks into your neck, your fingers continuing appreciating Donghyuck's new gains.

Donghyuck had been training for the past few months and new gains meant the definition in his arms, stomach, thighs and chest. You liked it, God, you liked it. You liked it so much.

He slowly made his way to your nipples where he wet them, biting roughly just to hear you gasp, before blowing on them.

Your shirt essentially torn off, thanks to Donghyuck. You moaned, fingers finding your boyfriend's waist and squeezing.

You gasped as Donghyuck bit down hard on your right boob, before dropping his head right smack in the middle of your chest, breathing heavily as he went to grip your thighs.

"(Y/N)" He was out of breath, moving his hands up to squeeze your waist.

"Hyuck, don't do that" You whined, but still hummed as Donghyuck pressed a kiss from where he rested, right on your sternum.

Donghyuck's lips curved into a smirk, "Do what, love? I love your boobs. They're beautiful." He sounded affected, but smug.

You didn't respond, so Donghyuck took it as encouragement, scraping his teeth over to suck on a nipple, drawing low moans out of you. While one hand dropped down to cup your clothed sex, the other kept squeezing, playing with the other boob. You hissed and bit your lip. “Stop teasing.”

“I’m just taking my time, love.” Donghyuck pressed kisses on your stomach and his hands went to your thighs, stroking them.

You sighed, impatience.  

Lips still touching your skin, he dragged his mouth over to bite your right thigh. You choked, hands suddenly coming to grip Donghyuck's hair.

You needed him inside him. Now.

You fumbled with his pants, unzipping them shakily.

"Hey- fuck, love, wait," Donghyuck mumbled, but lifted his hips obediently when you whined about it. He happily squirmed out of his own pants and boxers when you decided to return the favour.

Your hand was pressed into his hard cock. Right. You were too horny to even wait till you got to the bedroom.

He couldn't blame you, honestly. When you got home after having lunch with Taeyong, you saw Donghyuck working out. You got horny and interrupted his workout session by pushing to the couch without a second thought. And after a steamy make out session, there you were, beneath him.

Without a second thought, he licked his fingers and shoved two up your dripping cunt, eager to start. All the while, you cooed and ran your hands up and down his arms. Donghyuck went back to kissing your chest, gasping all the while.

He had the decency to twist his fingers, quickly finding your sweet spot. You gasped, throwing your head back, feeling dizzy with pleasure.

“Donghyuck,” you gasped, “Hyuck- please.” Lucky for you, Donghyuck seemed just as affected, flushed and panting as he added a third finger, thrusting a little faster just to hear you whimper.

Through the haze, you fumbled with the elastic of Donghyuck's boxers, pulling them down hastily and as best as he could with three fingers stuffed up your pussy. You didn’t even get them all the way down. You needed him inside you, told him so.

Donghyuck gasped, “You’re not ready yet.”

“I don’t care,” You moaned, tugging on his wrist with one hand and squeezing the head of Donghyuck¡s dick with the other, “Need you inside, baby.”

“Fuck, fuck, okay, hold on-” Donghyuck muttered, eyelashes fluttering at the friction.

You kissed his chest, just once, before Donghyuck aligning himself with your entrance, lowering himself down quickly even though it hurt. But as he had learned, you liked that little bit of pain.

They moaned in unison as you began to move, impatient already. Donghyuck's hands flew to your waist, gasping.

“Hey, woah, fuck- love,” he groaned, trying to stop himself from fucking into you as he slowed his hips to a slow grind, throwing his head back teasingly. “Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

You laughed breathlessly, "Then come, baby. I'll just make you come again, and again, and again." Donghyuck gasped, digging his fingers into your waist. You hoped he left bruises, hoped he wrecked you.

Donghyuck dug his heels into the couch and thrusted up into you. You moaned enthusiastically.

Donghyuck smirked and kissed you, before thrusting up just to hear you moan.

His gaze turned darker, nails digging into your waist.

"Ah- Hyuck," You arched your back when you felt him going deeper. "Fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, love," Donghyuck hissed, kissing your neck.

With one more thrust, something snapped inside you and you were coming hard, molten pleasure flooding every inch of your body, pussy fluttering around Donghyuck's cock as he came too, thrusting mindlessly to prolong both your orgasms.

Donghyuck groaned. "Fuck, you're so hot, love." You felt your eyes roll back into your head when he got the angle just right.

Donghyuck's pupils were blown wide, mouth kissed red with a slight sheen of sweat over his whole body. He looked delicious, and made you want even more despite having you both climaxed.

You two had to take a break, panting as you came down from their highs. Donghyuck pulled himself out of you, wincing as it slowly slipped out, rubbing against your oversensitive walls. You cooed softly and reached up to kiss him. Donghyuck smiled softly and lay next to you, eyes half closed, clearly tired.

Your eyes then quickly found the hickeys on your chest and stomach. Particularly your chest. Though they were recent, they were already turning a deep red, and no doubt would turn purple overnight. Donghyuck grinned, proudly. His hand reached out to run it over your crotch.

You, seemingly oblivious, was startled to attention at his touch, and looked down. Your eyes immediately widened, and you gasped, smacking his hand away.

“Oh, my fucking God.” You whined. "You gave me hickeys in my pussy!"

"It's technically not your pussy," he shrugged.

“You’re feral. I have a feral fiancé. I can’t believe… this.” You growled.

Pouting, Donghyuck pulled your hands away and kissed your neck softly.

“Don’t. You look good. You look like you’re mine.” You rolled your eyes fondly, turning your head to bite his lip, prompting a sweet smile from him.

“I’m gonna have a hard time covering these up,” you murmured, pulling him closer to you.

“Don’t.” Donghyuck repeated, laughing airily at your groan. He was a nightmare. "Plus, it's not like someone is going to see them besides me."

“You say so…”

Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, eyes darting to you. “Excuse me?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, babe.”

He groaned and got on top of you. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to.”

“Another round?” You giggled, clamping your thighs on his waist and locked your ankles. “Why are you always so horny?”

“Because you’re so hot,” he smirked and kissed you. “And you made me mad.”

“I was joking!”

“Too bad.” Without any warning, he pulled away and flipped you over. You cried out in surprise. "Keep your ass down."

"Make me." You smirked.

"Oh love, I am gonna make you eat those words.” Donghyuck slightly spanked you.

(...)

You were in your office when the office phone rang; it was your assistant telling you Taeyong was outside. You told her to let him in. You stood up and fixed your skirt. Taeyong opened the door behind him and smiled at you, greeting you. “Hey you.”

“Hey,” you smirked. He walked to you and kissed your cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“I just had lunch with a friend a couple of blocks away and thought of visiting you,” he explained.

“Oh,” you nodded.

“Are you busy? If you are I can leave,” Taeyong looked at you.

“I’m not,” you assured him. “Take a seat, you want something to drink?”

“I’m okay,” he sat on the leather couch and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “How are you?”

You sat next to him, propping your elbows on the outside back. “I’m great. Hyuck’s getting removed the electronic tracking anklet this weekend.”

He slowly nodded. “Are you guys going somewhere to celebrate it?”

“We’re going somewhere but I still don’t know,” you giggled. “Donghyuck planned something and he refuses to tell me where we’re going.”

“Great, that’s great,” he smiled forcibly. “I hope you guys have a great time.”

“Thank you,” you beamed. “I was also thinking you, Jaemin, Lena and I should go somewhere. It’s been ages since we traveled together.”

Taeyong cocked his head cutely. “Where should we go then?”

“The mountains? I don’t know,” you pouted. “Some places where we can have fun but also stay away from everyone.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he smiled. “You should invite Donghyuck.”

“Are you gonna be okay with it?” You questioned. “I know you don't like him and I don't want it to be awkward for both of you.”

“I’ll be okay, don't worry,” he shook his head and gave you a comforting smile.

“Fantastic!” You clapped your hands together, smiling.

Taeyong tilted his head, looking at you.  He noticed that your skin looked more rosy and shiny. Almost like glowing. “You look… different.”

You frowned. “Different? How so?”

“I don’t know, but you do look different.”

“Maybe it’s because I got a trim yesterday,” you shrugged.

“Yeah… maybe.”

Taeyong shook his head. “So, when would the trip be?”

“Maybe in 3 weeks?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean my schedule.”

(...)

You snuggled up to your boyfriend, watching the bonfire that burned in the pit before you on the beach. And right now, there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms, lost in the beat of a nearby boombox and the hypnotic glow of the fire.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered in your ear as the fire began to die down. You looked at Donghyuck, with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Just how wonderful tonight is. Being in your arms,” you sighed, softly. “I don’t want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, as he took your left hand in his, and slipped something on your finger. “Marry me?” he asked while you looked down and saw the silver diamond band he placed on your hand.

You turned around to face him. “Wait, are you serious?”

Donghyuck laughed at this. “No,” he said. “I keep fake engagement rings in my pocket just to fuck with people.” He never could control his sarcasm. “Peel back the diamonds, and that’s pure white chocolate.”

“I’m serious, smartass,” you said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“So am I,” he replied. “About the proposal, I mean. Not the chocolate.”

“I thought you proposed before..."

"I did, but I didn't have a ring back then," he smiled. "So? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course!" you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug that sent both of you off of the log Donghyuck was perched on. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Lee Donghyuck,” you whispered in between soft kisses placed on his even softer lips.

He smirked and kissed you back. “Let’s not wait,” you whispered.

“Wait for what?”

“To get married,” you said, louder, as you sat back down on the log. “I never wanted the big wedding anyway. All I want is to be yours. Forever.”

“I guess we could go down to the courthouse tomorrow,” your fiancé pondered.

"We could do that. I don't mind," he beamed. "But we need witnesses and we don't know one here."

You giggled. "My friends will be upset if they are not my witnesses."