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Just saw this for mysme, but could I possibly indulge myself and ask for a MLQC headcannon or fic of the boys having a wet dream about MC? Whatever you’re feeling my love ♥️ Thank you for your beautiful work 💕💕

Thank you for your request! I hope this satisfy you haha

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Victor

„Victor~” your voice filled with need was one of the giveaways of how much you wanted him. And when you spread your legs, sitting in front of him on the desk in his office to show him that in the morning you had totally on purpose forgotten to put on your underwear, something inside him cracked and within seconds your skirt was on the floor.

Blood boiled in his veins and was reaching his cock, causing him to lose his temper. You were so beautiful with cheeks tinted a light shade of pink and eyes begging him to fuck you, he was unable to resist you.

A whimper left your plumped lips when cool fingers of one of his hands marveled upon your slick folds while the other hand made a quick work of his belt and zipper. You kissed him, or maybe he kissed you. It didn’t really matter. You were both too lost in a moment to care.

„So good—” Your moan reached his ears drowning his own groan as his hard length disappeared in you. A feeling so heavenly familiar yet excitingly new every single time his cock was enveloped by your heat.

The scent of your arousal - sweat mixed with floral perfumes, your sweet cries of pleasure as he was senselessly pounding into you, your warmth that was so inviting he—

Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt

Startled, he woke up in his bed, his pajamas disheveled and sheets creased. He turned off the alarm clock, then ran a hand over his face to discover that his forehead was covered with sweat.

A low grumble got out of his chest. He instinctively glanced over to the other side of the bed, where he would normally find your figure sleeping under the covers, but now it wasn't there due to the business trip you were taking.

Usually he could control himself and his lust, but your absence was taking its toll on him, and he'd had dreams like that for several nights now.

Ignoring the aching hardness in his pants, he grabbed the phone to see if he had received any messages from you. And when he saw you assured him in one of your text messages that you would be home tonight that day, his member throbbed a bit.

He replied with a simple „I’ll be waiting” but in his head he already saw all the places and positions he would take you in. He had to make you regret leaving him for so long.

But for now his hand had to be enough

Gavin

Too much.

The sight of your breasts bouncing with every swift move you made, the heavenly sounds escaping your plump lips and the way your warmth welcomed him back with your every move accompanied by his feverish thrusts.

It was all just too much for Gavin.

His large hands caught your hips to encourage you to move more and as his calloused fingers dug harder into your flesh, his name left your mouth making him unable to think properly.

„Gavin!”

Your hands mindlessly wandered along the edges of his muscles and with every second your nails were digging more and more into officer’s skin leaving moon-shaped marks. He was barely controlling himself, every time you rode him, he would had to hold himself back in order not to finish too early.

He recognized all the signs that you were close. Your hands clenched into fists on his chest as your eyes rolled back, and your pussy squeezed his cock tighter and tighter with every move.

He had always thought you were beautiful, but it was in those moments when you were on verge, ready to plunge into the abyss of pleasure, that he considered you the most alluring.

Gavin let himself get lost in pleasure knowing yours would come soon enough and when one of your hands went to grab his hair and tugged lightly he—

Ring ring ring

He sit up frantically trying to stop the noise that caused him to wake up. Because of his actions his phone, still ringing, dropped to the floor making Gavin frown.

Who was calling him on the early Saturday morning?!

Picking up his phone, and seeing your smiley face along with your name on it, he started panicking a bit vividly remembering his dream. Dude, relax, she doesn’t know

„Gavin? Where are you?”

„What do you mean?” He asked shifting uncomfortably on the bed. There was a big contrast between your voice in his dream and your voice now but hearing it still made him blush.

„You were supposed to help me with rearranging the living room today! Did you forget?”

Shit, he forgot

„Ugh, no. Of course not. I’m on my way.” He mumbled. „See you soon.” He hung up before you could say anything more as he collapsed on the pillow. Painfully aware of his erection he tried not to think about you but it was too hard. He could make love to you a thousand times before but still be turned on even by smallest things so a dream like that was a lot to handle for him.

He groaned, got up and made himself presentable enough to go to your apartment. On the way out he grabbed a few packs of condoms, you know, just to be prepared in case of… ekhem

Lucien

„Professor, please.” Was the only thing able to be heard in one of the lecture halls one day in the early evening.

Your body devoid of any clothes was leaning over a large mahogany desk with your ass sticking out in the direction of Lucien, who was sitting in an office chair with a smug grin plastered to his face. His hands folded over his chest as he was watching your curves swaying slightly in anticipation of what’s to come.

„Naughty girls do not get their treats.” He mused.

„Please! I know I was a bad student falling asleep on your lecture! I’m sorry, now please, please~”

Tired after a long period of teasing from the professor, all you wanted to do was to release the tension he'd been building inside you. But you knew you weren't gonna get what you wanted if you weren't cooperating so you patiently waited for Lucien's next move with your hands clutching the edge of a desk.

Okay, maybe not so patiently.

You wiggled your ass and arched your back moaning his name. Your juices freely ran down your thighs glistering in the evening light of the setting sun pouring through large windows. A heavenly sight, he would think.

After a moment of silence you heard quiet metal sounds as he was unbuckling his belt and in an instant Lucien’s hands were on your hips. With a delicate kiss between your shoulder blades and a squeeze to your rear, his whole length disappeared inside you.

The warmth that enveloped his member was addicting and he would never get tired of it. Plunging in and out of you at an insane speed all he wanted to was bring you to your release, that would trigger his and he would spill inside of you or on your ass, he hasn’t decided yet.

You were close, and he was close and—

Beep beep beep

The sound of his alarm clock has never startled him until now. Usually he would be waking before it even had the chance to start ringing.

His eyes shot open and for a second he didn’t know if he was still dreaming or not. But the grayish reality brought him back to earth.

He wasn’t one to like his own dreams, usually they were nightmares, although today he wanted to go back to sleep and finish what he started. Yet, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again.

He reached over to the other side of the bed to hug your body to his chest and leave some butterfly kisses along the back of your neck.

After all, if he couldn't go back to sleep, he’d make his dream come true.

You moaned causing more hot blood run downwards to his member. In that moment he knew he would not let you go until he had you ravished.

„Wake up, butterfly. I think you owe me some apology for falling asleep on my lecture.” He whispered into your ear before grinding into your rear, making you very much awake.

Kiro

The couch in the music studio wasn’t the most comfortable piece of furniture you’ve ever sit on, let alone have been fucked on, but with Kiro every place was good enough to make passionate love. So when Savin left the room with the producer to discuss more details of Kiro’s next album and the blonde send you one of his trademark smiles promising mischief, you knew what you were up to.

Moments later you were pinned to the cushions with your blouse unbuttoned and Kiro’s lips attached to one of your nipples kissing, biting and licking.

You tried to keep quiet but there was nothing more that your boyfriend loved than your sweet moans so he made everything to make sure you would whimper and whine with his every move. All the people outside the room be damned.

His painfully hard length brushed against your bare thigh and when you buckled your hips to have some sort of friction one of his hands held you in place. He found your pout adorable and sexy at the same time.

„Someone’s impatient.” He sang as he positioned himself in front of your drenched pussy.

„Kiro~”

His thrusts were deep and hard and so so good your eyes were rolling back with each and every one of them. The way you clenched around him caused shivers to his spine.

„I’m close~” you sang, and when you finally reached your peak he found himself unable to control his release further. A few more snaps of his hips and—

Bang bang bang

„Kiro, wake up! You’re gonna be late for your rehearsal!” A voice, one that definitely did not belong to you, was yelling outside his hotel room door. „I’m gonna cut out all of your sweets if you won’t wake up!” Ugh, Savin

„I’m comin’. Give me a few minutes.” His reply was muffled by a pillow he put on his head but somehow his manager still heard him and left him alone.

Palming himself through his pajama shorts he grabbed his phone and quickly dialed your number hoping you would pick up. And you did after a few signals.

„Kiro? Hello! Are you up?” Your melodious voice was a pleasant sound to his ears.

„Good morning, Miss Chips.” His usual high voice was lower by a few octaves making you shiver at the other side of the call. „Was I in your dreams last night just as you were in mine? Because I think you should make it up to me for not being able to finish.”

You knew exactly what he meant. It wasn’t the first time you and Kiro would have phone sex due to his constant travelling and to be honest every time he called you would wish it was this time of a phone call.

You rapidly sucked in a breath which made his cock twitched in his pants.

„Oh, Kiro~” Luckily you were still at home, so you had some time for him.

„I hope you know that when I come back, I won’t let you leave the bed.” He purred into the phone making you wet already. „But for now this has to be enough.”

Shaw

Your mouth around his cock had been his dream ever since the first time he’d seen you.

Those pink lips stretched out to fit his girth and gentle hands pumping what you couldn't fit - he thought about it at least once a day.

So when one evening you stepped in the shower with him and dropped to your knees, Shaw thought the heavens finally listened to his pleas.

You started slow, hungrily staring at his member, which gave him a big boost to his ego. You wanted him as much as he wanted you and hell, was he proud of that.

He slipped his hand through your hair and rested his back against the wall, letting the warm water run down his muscles freely.

„C’mon, baby.” With a little encouragement you started licking and sucking at the head. Shaw’s grip in your hair tightened causing you to moan and finally take him all into your mouth. What you couldn’t reach was enveloped in your hand.

Everything about it was perfect. How you were bobbing your head, how you were gagging with his every thrust making your throat squeeze slightly around his cock, how you would hum feeling him getting close. He had no idea where you had learned giving a blowjob so well but he wasn’t the one to complain.

A few more second and he could reach heaven with your lips around him. A few more—

Ding dong ding dong

Oh fuck

So it was a dream after all

He groaned, tossed around the mattress and stretched out before standing up to see who was knocking on his door so early in the morning interrupting his good time. Sharky lying in the corner of the room gave him a look that Shaw could only describe as disgusted, at what the man muttered "What are you staring at?”.

Ding dong ding dong

He opened the door to reveal your annoyed, a little red face with wide eyes staring at him angrily.

„Shaw! I’ve been standing here for— Hmph!” He interrupted you with his lips on yours and his hand around your waist pulling your figure into his chest. He didn’t even let you take a breath kissing you hungrily.

He didn’t know why you came to see him probably because you two had agreed to meet on that day and he overslept but he didn’t give a damn. He had a big problem in his pants caused by you and you were the one who was gonna solve it.

He slammed the door, slung you over his shoulder and carried you into the bathroom ignoring your confused screams.”I have to take a shower, right? I just woke up.” He told you with a hint of mischief in his tone and you knew what was going to happen.

Maybe gods did listened to his pleas after all

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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Bad (3): Memories We Used to Share

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: It’s time to move out! 6 months of getting your life sorted, along with a few surprises, some pleasant, others not so much.

A/n: My search history is looking weird, due to this series haha. I’ve been reading multiple articles about uncontested divorce just to get an understanding for this series lmao.

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I’m not a law school graduate, so I can’t say I really know what in the hell I am talking about. With that being said, if I screw up the divorce process in this chapter and/or the next, please don’t come at me. Our law system is confusing and I’m just here to write, no one said it would be accurate lol.

Warnings: mild profanity & your typical cheesy, predictable fanfic by yours truly.

Shoutout: MANY THANKS TO THE ANON WHO GAVE ME SOME IDEAS TO MAKE THIS A SERIES!

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

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For six months, you worked to get your life back together.

By the end of April, a week after you yelled at your (ex) husband, you had successfully packed up your stuff, without being bothered by the man. Ever since the night you had confronted him, the two of you never stood in the same room or even looked the other in the eye. So it worked in your favor today that he was busy with his new flame, probably entertaining her with a trip to Prada. Never once did you take a break, for eight straight hours, you spent one whole Saturday organizing and strategically packing your things away. Around eight o’clock, all of the boxes were stacked by the front door, ready to be moved into the U-haul trailer attached to your car. Lucky for you, Ransom could care less about what was his and what was yours. The dog, also going home with you. In truth, ever since that day you rightfully ripped the man for his mistakes, a black cloud has loomed over his head, no matter what he may be on the outside, he’s broken on the inside.

One more box was left in the bedroom, and you quickly jogged up the stairs to get it. Unbeknownst to you, as you were upstairs, Ransom and Blair had come home, apparently mindless to your car in the driveway, because when you walked down the stair box in hand the two pulled away from each other’s lips, staring at you.

You had made an agreement with Ransom that he’d not show up while you packed your things. He had done a good job so far, up until now that is. “Oh, (y/n), I didn’t think you’d be here this late. You should get some rest.”

His “concern” disgusted you. Now he decides to care about you? I think not.

Filled with rage, you drop the cardboard box, letting the contents inside shatter. In most divorces, there wouldn’t be this much emotion, but it hurt you beyond words can describe, to see this man that you loved with every inch of your body, kissing another woman, in YOUR house. You could even see yourself in her shoes, because damn, once upon a time, you WERE her.

“Are you okay!” Blair came rushing to your side, to try and move you out of the shattered glass. She seemed like a genuinely nice person, and had she not been a home-wrecker, you’d want to be her friend. But at this moment, all you could think about was that she wasn’t even bothered by the fact that she’d been seeing a married man. So, just as Blair tried to help you, you pushed away her hands and collapsed on the steps, lightly sitting in the glass, yet numb to the pain. The weight of the world had finally, physically pushed you to the ground. You were at wits end, and things were looking pretty dark. At this point, you couldn’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel. What had you done to deserve this and would there be a second chance for you?

Just then, Ransom came to remove Blair, telling her to go get ready for bed, the two clearly coming from a night of clubbing. As she ran up the stairs, mindful of the glass, Ransom came to pick you up. Grabbing your arms, you laid limp against his chest, willingly letting him carry you down the stairs. Oh how you missed his caring touch, why couldn’t things be different? It should've been you out dancing with him, you lip locked with him. Instead, here you were, letting the man who single-handedly destroy your life, carrying you to the couch, laying a blanket and a long kiss on your cheek. Consumed with emotions, sleep soon took over your body before you could protest and leave the house. Had you only heard Ransom’s apology.

“I’m so sorry my precious (y/n), it shouldn’t have been this way, my love.” A few stray tears rolled down Ransom’s cheek as he sadly sauntered up the stairs.

Ironic, how in a house that was once yours, a new woman took your spot in the bed, besides your once husband, while you slept on the couch like a toy banned to the isle of misfits.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and giggles. You were angry at yourself, no doubt, how could you be so vulnerable by staying at the house? Before you could think anymore, you walked to get your keys, finding that Blair was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes for Ransom, who sat at the kitchen table with coffee and the newspaper. You kinda screwed yourself, by leaving your car keys on the kitchen table. It was your only escape and unfortunately it meant interacting with dumb and dumber.

The two once again forgot you were there, shocked to see your form walking through the doorway. With a fake smile, you grumbled out a few choice words.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting out of your house ya lovebirds!”

Victory at last. Your words stung Ransom, well, rather word. In another time, you’d say our house, but now, it was no longer the Drysdales’ Household, no, it was Drysdale’s Household, hence why you reminded Ransom that he was alone. Sure, Blair was there but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

That day, when Ransom and Blair had once again left, going god knows where, Ransom texted you that you could pack your boxes into the u-haul trailer. Since you just wanted to haul ass out of the place this morning, you left the trailer and boxes behind, making a beeline to the nearest bar. So far you had handled yourself without alcohol, but now you needed some relief, specifically in a few whiskey sours. Around 3pm, Ransom then sent that text, and you sobered up, gracefully throwing up in the bathroom stall, then driving to the house to officially get out of his life. Even with a major headache, you managed to pack the trailer. It was then that you realized you were destined to function alone, you didn’t need Ransom. Screw him.

In May, you went around town, scanning different apartments finally finding one. Unfortunately, there was a waitlist with three people in front of you, the estimated move in time being late July or August. With that being said, you moved all your things into a storage unit and continued to live in a hotel room. Thank the heavens you kept your job, despite Ransom’s pleas for you to stay home when you were married. Somehow, you were able to juggle working and functioning around others, coming home to be your true self, the night normally ending with takeout and tv. This divorce had truly ruined your life, and Ransom’s. The two of you constantly lived with the rain cloud, never once catching a break and seeing a rainbow overhead. For now, you were just separated and soon you’d file for divorce.

Around the last week of May, your life was turned upside down once again. This time, for a good reason.

Currently, you were on lunch break, eating at a nearby diner with your closest work friend, Lorraine Bailey. She really has been your best friend, taking the title that used to belong to Ransom. At least she was loyal, understanding, and wasn’t a backstabbing bitch *ahem* your ex.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

You were too busy staring into the nothingness of your chicken sandwich, that when Lorainne gently shook your resting hand, you let out an incoherent “huh?”

“I was asking how you are doing? With everything that’s been going on in the past few months--”

Before she could answer, you just snapped, quickly yelling at the woman, who wasn’t trying to be nosy, she was genuinely concerned.

“Could you just stop nosing around? It’s none of your business really!”

At that, Lorraine leaned back in her seat, lowering her head like a scolded child. Honestly, you didn’t mean what you had just said and you had no clue where it came from. Lately, your mouth has been an unreliable thing, for you could barely control your answers without acting like a moody child.

Quickly, you excused yourself, lightly jogging to the bathroom to expel the few glasses of water you drank. As you washed your hands, upon looking in the mirror, you were met with a face you barely knew. Sure, you looked the same on the outside, but on the inside you were a different person. No longer peppy or truly happy. Ransom had taken it all from you, but it was time to take that back. Walking out the bathroom door, you vowed to yourself from this point on you’d try to become your old self.

Surprisingly, Lorraine still sat at the booth, allowing you to give her a real and sincere apology.

“Lorraine, I’m so sorry, I can’t even fathom the words to justify my actions. Lately, I haven’t been able to truly control my emotions and I took it out on you. That was wrong and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it, after all you’ve always been here for me.”

The woman smiled at you, despite the tears rolling down your face. Why were you crying and since when did you become such an emotional person? You weren’t cold hearted, but nor were you one to cry at a movie.

“That’s fine, I know you are under a lot of pressure. What do you say we get out of here and spend the rest of break at the bakery across the street?”

“I’d say you know me very well!”

Soon, you flagged down the waitress and paid the tab, ignoring Lorraine’s pleas to pay for lunch. It was the least you could do after yelling at the poor woman. As you left the restaurant, the guilt was still surfacing in your body and you felt the need to hug your best friend, who was happily surprised, hugging you back.

Once in the bakery, you were met with the sight of homemade chocolates, like your dog at home, you were practically drooling. Let’s just say the baker was stunned when you bought two dozens of chocolate, and then proceeded to eat half on the way out. What was even more surprising, was that about a seventy-five percent of your order was chili dark chocolate.

As you were walking down the street, and to work, Lorraine reached over, tasting one of your chocolates, a chili one to be exact. Her face twisted with disgust and her suspicions were confirmed.

“Uh, (y/n), I think I might have an explanation for your constant mood swings, the amount of times you leave to the bathroom, and why you’d buy this absolute garbage!”

The minute she listed all the symptoms together, you immediately denied her.

“Don’t even say it. I’m just moody because I’m mad, I pee a lot because, uh-”

“Exactly! Even you can’t explain all of it. Just do me a favor and buy a test. It won’t hurt anything to try.”

“Yeah, but I know you are wrong, Lorraine.”

“I mean c'mon, don’t you want to know too?”

At that moment, the two of you were halted in front of a CVS, Lorraine pointing at the store like she was Vanna White.

Your conscience: Maybe you should listen to the woman, after all she has three kids!

And so you did.

Thank god your friend was there, because you were an absolute novice in this field. Sure, you wanted kids, but right now you were praying that you were just having an irregular cycle due to stress. Lorraine, the best, best friend anyone could ask for, bought the test to spare you the embarrassment.

The minute you walked into work, Lorraine pulled you into the bathroom, giving you instructions, you following them, then waiting for the timer to beep.

Any minute now you’d find your results, and for some reason part of you wanted this test to be positive. It would be nice to have a little company.

Once the timer beeped, you looked at the plastic stick that held your future, immediately smiling when your answer was pregnant.

You were pregnant!

But the father...

Unlike Ransom, you weren’t unfaithful and unfortunately, the father was no doubt him. Of course, the one time that asshole sleeps with you, he got you pregnant. And to think at the time, he didn’t even really love you just enraged you even more. It was gonna be a while till you got over this.

So the rest of the day you were thrilled, and it was a lot easier to stick to your vows from earlier. Your mood was noticeably different to many of your coworkers, smiles all around. The old (y/n) was slowly reappearing.

June through July, you spent your days, working and when not working, taking advice on a baby from Lorraine, even visiting her doctor who she so highly recommended. Fortunately, the doctor didn’t prod around in your life and was absolutely judge-free about your situation. You couldn't have been more grateful.

In early July, you reached the second trimester, where the slightest bump formed on your stomach. Now it wasn’t noticeable to everyone, but to you, just the slightest site made your lips turn upward into a smile. Motherhood was the best thing to happen to you. And to make matters even better, your baby was going to be a Christmas baby, making his or her appearance at the end of December!

Telling Ransom was gonna be a whole other story.

Finally, August 3rd came around, and the apartment complex office called, an opening for you. Lease signed, you shelled out your first payment and soon moved in, once again alone. It had been months since you’d heard from Ransom and honestly it was nice.

The month of August flew by, and soon September came. Time passed by with flying colors and your mood had improved a bit, the baby in your stomach making life worth living. On the last Friday of September, your work friends decided that they all needed to go out, inviting you the first weekend of October to go ice-skating and out for dinner! It was time you treated yourself to something nice, so you giddily agreed. What could go wrong?

That Friday, after work, Lorraine came to pick you up, the two of you going to meet the rest at the ice skating rink. Being 26 weeks pregnant, your stomach had finally started showing, allowing your coworkers to start nagging you. Last they had all heard, you were divorced. So when they asked, you kept your lips shut, it really wasn’t any of their business. The only one who knew was Lorraine, but she wasn’t a gossiper.

Arriving at the ice rink, the cold Massachusetts air was blowing, making you zip up your trench coat ever the slightest. Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t the only thing making your blood run cold.

Most of your coworkers were out on the ice, Lorraine going out too, you told her you’d be out soon. It was nice to watch the skaters enjoy their time on the ice till you saw him.

The familiar tan suede coat made your face lose all warmth, your own jacket no longer keeping you warm. Beside the laughing man, was the one and only, Blair, except this time a new accessory on her finger. A diamond ring you could see all the way from your table along the side of the rink. His laughter made you sick, and at this point you wanted to throw up the hot cocoa you had been sipping on.

At the moment, you and Ransom were in the middle of divorce, thank the heavens an uncontested one, having been able to work many things out with your ex. This meant, zero court hearings (hopefully), a thin expense, and overall a clean divorce. Then, you had hired a paralegal to work on the legal papers and currently the two of you were waiting to see the judge to finalize the divorce, the approximate date set around the second week of November.

Feeling suddenly insecure, and definitely not ready to tell Ransom, you pulled the large trench coat across your chest and secured it with the belt around the waist. The minute you looked at them, all the memories came flooding back. One specifically hitting you at this moment.

“Ransom, I’m gonna fall! You know I’m a klutz.”

Your husband just persisted and instead slipped on your ice skates, tying them up and resting his warm hands on your knees.

“Honey, I will be right beside you the whole time, and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro!”

His reassuring smile was all you needed, nodding, you placed your gloved hands in Ransom’s bare ones, trying to waddle your way to the rink entrance. First, Ransom skated onto the ice, turning and holding his hand out for you. The minute your feet made contact with the icy ground beneath, you fell straight to the ground, Ransom reached out to grab you, although he ended up going down with you. You looked at Ransom who wore an entertained smile on his face, laughing. Playfully, you slapped the man on the shoulder.

“My failure isn’t funny!”

Ransom tried his best to cease his laughter, getting off the ice to help you up, although he was still chuckling the slightest bit.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!”

Once on your feet, Ransom locked arms with you, trying his best to balance you both, while also coaching you.

At some point through the night, the fake snow was fluttering in the air, along with tunes of piano and jazz. You had finally gotten the hang of things somewhat, yet still latched close to Ransom. The man on your side, leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I give you my word that every year I’ll bring you to this exact rink, just to teach you how to skate, darling.”

If only that same Ransom was the one you were staring at right now.

But overall, looking back, memories like those, with him, are the ones you miss.

Why did he have to change?

“(y/n)?”

A tap on your shoulder, made you pop up from your seat to be met with the stare of that same man. He slowly gave you a once-over, making you slightly worry that he’d notice the baby bump.

He didn’t.

“Ransom.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Drysdale.”

Clearly, Ransom was trying to give you an olive branch, but at the moment, you just weren’t accepting it.

“I asked you first, (y/l/n).”

“Work.”

Your voice was monotone and Ransom gave a slight hum of acknowledgment.

“Nice. Well uh- it was nice seeing you.”

Nervously, Ransom waved you goodbye, heading back to Blair who was removing her ice skates. You took notice how she was struggling and Ransom wasn’t down on his knees helping her as he did you. It did your ego good to see that your husband hadn’t completely replaced you. There was a difference between you and Blair. Ransom actually loved you, like the “die for you” kind of love. While Blair, on the other hand, was honestly there to fill the whole in his heart.

It did intrigue you though as to why Ransom wasn’t being an arrogant jerk to you, yet he was being humble? None of it added up, but before you could do any more mental acrobatics, Lorraine came over, asking you to come ice skate, to which you smiled and put on your skates.

Tonight was about you, not him.

Something you hadn’t said in a long time.

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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-Nightmare- (6)

Warnings: You’ll lowkey want to slap both Minho and Y/n for being oblivious idiots

Over the next few days, things went by as normal as they could. Out in public, the two of you held hands, kissed cheeks and foreheads and went on fake dates. By the time Saturday rolled around, almost everyone on campus was aware of your relationship.

It was a dreary morning. You sat in your room, watching a movie on your laptop as you munched on some strawberries. You could very well watch said movie in the living room- but you didn’t want to run into Minho. When in private, the two of you now barely said a word to each other.

Meanwhile, Minho didn’t know what to do. He wanted to apologize to you, but he never got the chance to. As soon as the two of you reached home, you would immediately walk into your room and slam the door shut.

He knew he had been an asshole, but he’d also gotten used to you forgiving him easily. He knew he deserved every bit of anger that you were directing towards him.

He was sitting on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through his phone when he received a call. He checked the caller ID and realized it was Mera. Frowning, he answered it and pressed it to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?” He sighed.

“Are you actually dating that skank? For real?”

He felt anger boil in him. “Don’t fucking call her that. She’s my best- I mean, girlfriend. If you’re just jealous and sore that you can’t have my dick anymore, there are plenty of other guys here that would be willing to fuck you. So leave me alone.”

She tsked. “Always so hot-headed. This isn’t a booty call, I’m just calling you so that I can warn you.”

“Warn...me...?”

“Yes. You haven’t always been very nice to me, but god you were good at fucking.”

He sighed, frustrated.

“Rina’s still pretty mad at you. She’s also desperately trying to prove that Y/n’s not your girlfriend. You two seem pretty genuine to me, but she’s convinced that you’re faking it...which is why she invited you and Y/n to her party.”

Fuck. He’d completely forgotten about the stupid party she’d invited them to.

“How exactly..?”

“I don’t know. Just be careful. Bye.”

She cut the call, and Minho grunted in annoyance as he walked over to your room, knocking.

You looked up from your laptop, frowning. You elected to ignore it, but then the knocks grew so loud that you pushed the bowl of strawberries aside, opening your door with an exasperated expression on your face.

He sighed. ‘Look, I know we’re not exactly on good terms right now. But, we have a crisis. I think Rina’s onto us.”

You exasperation melted away, replaced by confusion. “What? How?”

He explained what Mera had told him, watching as your expressions contorted.

“Can’t we just...not attend the party?”

“Are you mad? I go to every party. She would immediately realize that something’s up. We have to attend. We just have to be extra alert, okay?”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, letting out a tired ‘Okay.’

He exhaled, shoving his hands in his pocket. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. I don’t have any excuses. You’ve been doing nothing but help and I’ve just continued being a complete dickhead...”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.” You went to close the door. “Which time should I get ready?”

“About 10? And wait-”

You closed the door in his face. He groaned.

***

You didn’t come out of your room till about 9:45. Minho was still in his sweatpants when you came out, nonchalantly fluffing up your hair.

He groggily looked up, eyes widening when he saw you in your grey graphic halter-top and black ripped jeans. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, opting to just stare instead.

You turned around, your eyes landing on him, eyebrows knitting in confusion. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

Minho cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from you and stood. “I like being fashionably late. Also, where’d you get your outfit from? I’ve never seen you wear anything like that before.”

You shrugged. “Back of my closet. You were the one who told me that I had to match your aesthetic more, right?.

He nodded. “Well, you look hot.”

“Thanks.” You grinned.

He gave you an awkward smile before going to his room, finding a random grey turtleneck and leather jacket to throw on. He came back out, watching as you sat on the sofa, tapping your foot as you waited. There it was again...that feeling.

He grabbed his car keys, walking to the door. You looked up when you heard his footsteps, heart thumping at how good he looked. But then again, it wasn’t really anything new.

***

When you reached Rina’s sorority house, you grimaced at the loud music blasting through the speakers. There were people making out even on the lawn, and the place was fully packed. You fought the urge to cover your ears and curl up into a ball on the floor. Glancing at Minho, you rolled your eyes at how he looked completely at ease. This was his habitat, after all.

You stayed by Minho’s side, silent as he was continually greeted by a lot of people you barely knew. You recognized Chan and Jisung, but none of the others. Soon, the two of you were finally able to enter the heart of the party, and you were already exhausted...by the end of the night, you were pretty sure you’d drop dead.

Minho made his way to the kitchen, grabbing your hand so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd. He filled a red cup with liquid before handing it to you. You shook your head with a look of disgust and he shrugged, chugging it down and quickly replacing his cup with more. You watched uncomfortably as he was greeted by yet another guy, who gave him a high-five before chattering excitedly. Looking away, you tiredly scanned the room, boredom quickly filling your mind.

An hour went by, and you finally gave up. You snatched Minho’s half empty cup and tossed the liquid back, wincing at the taste. He gave you a look of surprise. “About time.” He said, before turning his attention to yet another person who’d come to talk to him. Hyunjin was his name. He looked nice, you noted. You crossed your arms, internally groaning, the music giving you a light headache and the alcohol burning your throat. You couldn’t fathom how this could be enjoyable in any way.

Suddenly, your eyes became aware of the redhead in the very center of the throng of dancing people. She was grinding up against a boy you thought looked familiar. In a second, you realized her eyes were on you. She smirked at you before looking away.

You poked Minho’s arm lightly. “I just saw Rina. I think she’s dancing with Juyeon.”

“Ju-who?”

“The guy at the coffee shop? He was the waiter?”

“Oh, him.” Minho scowled. His eyes searched the crowd before he found the two. He shrugged, finishing his cup before glancing at you with a glint in his eye. “Hey, wanna dance?”

You shook your head firmly. “Don’t push it. I’m still mad at you. The only reason I’m here is because of this stupid lie we’re telling everyone.” You looked back at the crowd, wrinkling your nose at the way everyone danced as if they were in a strip club. So many skimpily clad girls...you almost felt bad for Minho, having to stand by his introverted ‘girlfriend’ instead of join in on the action. You could almost sense his longing, coming off of him in waves.

You shook your head, reminding yourself that it was you helping him, and not the other way around.

***

Minho hated that for some reason, parties didn’t give him the same buzz that he used to feel. When did his definition of fun change? The amount of people coming up to him and greeting him was no longer contributing to his liveliness...instead, it tired him. He glanced at you from time to time, noting your crossed arms and curled lip, regarding the party in complete contempt. For some reason, there was a part of him that could relate.

A few hours went by, and Minho couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to grab your hand and leave, especially because the party was thinning out. A majority of the people had already left with their respective hook-ups, or were passed out on the floor.

“Hey, guys!” He groaned at the familiar voice.

You turned around, smiling at Rina.

“Where do you think you’re going? Minho, you never leave a party this early...your ‘girlfriend’ is really changing you.” She hummed. “I’d like to invite you to a little after-party with my close friends.” She gestured behind her. There were about nine people in all, excluding you and Minho. You recognized Juyeon and Mera, and the two girls from the coffee shop, but that was about it. You looked over at Minho, before sighing and nodding.

***

Half an hour later, you were sat on the floor next to your best friend.

Truth or Dare.

You were gagging internally at it. You weren’t high-schoolers anymore...surely college demanded more maturity than this? You really didn’t want to participate in this stupid game.

Judging by the infuriating smirk on Rina’s face, you had a feeling that Mera had been right. You could feel a sense of dread surround you, and when you looked over at Minho, it was evident on his face as well.

Rina placed the bottle in the middle of the circle, spinning it eagerly. It spun around and around, coming to rest on Mera. Rina chuckled excitedly, pulling up her phone. “Truth or dare, Mer?”

She paused, feigning concentration. “Dare,” She said with a smirk.

Rina squinted at her phone. “Ah! It’s a good one. Take a fruit and eat it in the most sensual way possible.”

Mera rolled her eyes with a smile. “That’s tame as fuck.” She got up and disappeared for a while, returning with a banana.

She plopped on the floor, peeling it and getting to work. Disturbingly, she kept looking over at Minho as she did so, lewdly sucking on the phallic object while keeping eye contact with your boyfriend. (Well, fake boyfriend, but still!)

You pursed your lips, looking away...only to see Rina’s eyes on you, carefully gauging your reaction.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s move on to the next one.”

As the bottle was spun again, your mind drifted away. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular, but your brain was yearning for your soft bed and your plushie.

“Minho! Truth or dare?” You snapped back into the present, eyes wide.

Minho thought for a while. “Truth.” He said simply.

Rina tapped her chin with her finger as she read off her phone. “Ooh~ What’s the most unusual place you’ve ever had sex?”

He chuckled wryly. “There’s way too many answers for that, unfortunately...too many for me to count.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Fine. Let’s narrow the possibilities down a little bit. What’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex...with Y/n.”

A sudden coldness settled itself in you as Minho sputtered in response. “Uh...sex? Um...”

The silence that followed was too heavy for comfort. Slowly, one of the girls you didn’t know the name of spoke up. “You two...haven’t had sex yet....?”

Minho cleared hIs throat. “Uh...not yet. We’ve only been dating for like, a week...”

A dude in the corner of the room sniggered. “Come on bro, you can’t expect us to believe that you, Lee Minho, haven’t dicked down your girlfriend yet.”

Minho met your gaze uncomfortably.

“Wait...have they even kissed?”

Rina giggled. “Oh, they have! I saw it. It’s just weird because...”

She made eye contact with you. “I distinctly remember Minho pushing her away when she did it.”

You buried your head in your hands. Everything was swimming slightly, and you felt a little sick, perhaps from the alcohol you’d ingested earlier.

“Anyhoo, let’s move on shall we? Their relationship problems are none of our business.” Rina went to spin the bottle once more. “That is, if they even are in a relationship.” She added under her breath.

The rest of the room whispered to each other as you avoided Minho’s eyes, choosing to stare at the spinning bottle.

“Juyeon...okay Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

Rina tapped away on her phone before guffawing, a wide grin spreading across her features. “The dare is...you have to kiss the person right across you.”

It took you a few seconds to register that the person sitting right across him was you. Juyeon smirked and winked at you, before crawling closer, taking your cheek in his big hand and leaning in as you sat there dumbfounded.

What occurred next happened so fast, that you’d miss it if you blinked.

Minho pushed Juyeon away, grabbing you and pulling you to your feet, his lips slamming against yours. You squeaked in surprise, the shock quickly giving way to a neediness that threatened to swallow you whole. You quickly melted into the kiss as he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Opening your mouth, you let his tongue dance with yours as you made out passionately, choosing to ignore the flurry of whispers around you. Minho pulled away, still holding you by the waist. His eyes were burning into yours, an inexplicable emotion shining in them. Your lips felt sore and tingly, and you breathlessly leaned back in, wanting more.

The kiss that followed was softer, yet every bit as sensual as the last one. His soft lips insistently moved against your parted ones, wetly sucking and biting as your limbs felt like jelly. He nudged his nose against yours as you seperated, lips swollen and kiss-bitten.

“I love you.” He whispered.

At that moment, Minho’s heart thudded loudly, feeling trapped in his ribcage as he realized that what he’d just said was true. He’d fully meant it. He loved you. He was in love with his best friend.

But all you could feel was pain. Cause there were those words again, those words you’d convinced yourself was a lie for Rina’s benefit, just as false as your relationship. You realized that you’d been stupid to think that this had ever been a good idea. Now that you finally got a taste of Minho, you don’t think you could ever go back... and it scared you. The kiss had been beautiful. It had felt like your whole life led up to this moment. But it was fake...spurious, like the rest of it.

Minho saw the tears in your eyes. He didn’t know what to make of them...or how to interpret them. It felt like feelings he’d been holding down and trapping for years were finally freed...yet he wasn’t happy. He had no idea how you felt about him. He wouldn’t blame you if you hated him. He deserved it. He hadn’t been a good best friend, so why would you want him to be more?

He grabbed your wrist, tearing his eyes away from yours and looking at the people still sitting on the ground, all wide-eyed and with expressions ranging from shock to confusion. His gaze traveled from Juyeon’s face to Rina’s.

“We’re going to be leaving now. Enjoy the rest of the night.” And with that, he dragged you out the door.

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tiffdawg · 4 years

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What We Have Here | Javier Peña x Reader

Gif: @bestintheparsec

Series: Confessions | Part 2 of 3

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 2.8k

Rating: E | Warnings: NSFW - smut, oral (female recieving), edging, dirty talk, sexual language. Alcohol, mild cursing. Angst, but like soft angst. 18+ only.

A/N: I promised soft Javi and I intend to deliver. I mean, I think this is pretty soft for our favorite sad DEA agent...

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What We Have Here

Leaving Javier alone in his bedroom as he haphazardly tossed his clothes, laundered or otherwise, into his old, beat-up suitcase, you wandered into the kitchen in search of something cold and preferably alcoholic to drink. You pulled a couple of beer bottles out of his poorly stocked fridge, scowling as you tried to decipher the expiration labels. He hardly spent any time at his apartment anymore and your skepticism was justified. With a shrug, you decided it didn’t really matter and started rooting around his kitchen drawers for a bottle opener.

“A su derecha,” a soft baritone offered from behind you. Pulling open the drawer to your right, the last one, you finally found what you were searching for. You popped off the caps, each one emitting a fizzy hiss, and handed a bottle to him. He took a long swig and you found yourself admiring the length of his neck as he drank, your eyes drawn down the bare expanse of his chest to the confluence of his shirt, noticing that once again he’d seemingly forgotten to fasten the top three buttons.

Shaking your head at yourself, you brought your own bottle to your lips, hoping to distract your mind from the man across from you.

Your relationship with Javier miraculously survived the past few months, despite your inconvenient admission. The week that followed that night was practically unbearable. You hardly saw him, even at work where you were supposed to share an office space, and you were certain your affair was over, that avoidance and uncomfortable silence would be the new normal between you two.

Then a week later, almost down to the minute, he knocked on your door late on a rainy Saturday night and willingly wandered right back into your bed and your heart. What you said was never brought up again, never properly acknowledged. It just sat there between the two of you, but you decided that you really didn’t mind. He knew how you felt and that was all that mattered to you; the rest would work itself out – one way or the other.

Somehow your strange romance also endured the constant, chaotic chase for Escobar. Even survived Javier’s unorthodox dealings with Los Pepes.

Sometimes you have to do bad things to catch bad people.

It was something he said every now and again, sometimes to others but often murmured under his breath to himself as he struggled to justify his own actions. You understood the truth of it all too well yourself; it wasn’t too difficult to absolve him of his sins.

The sound of his half empty bottle hitting the countertop with a little more force than necessary brought you back to the present moment. Javier was being sent back to the states and he was anything but thrilled about it. He was more stressed than usual. He’d been chain smoking all afternoon, half a pack of cigarettes already polished off, as he attempted to pack up part of his life in Colombia, not knowing what he was going to be met with stateside.

“I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone. Shit, I don’t even know if I’ll be back,” He said, frustratedly rubbing at the tension building in his shoulder. He abandoned his drink and strayed back into the living room. You sat your bottle next to his and followed quietly, hoping that if you didn’t say anything, he’d finally tell you what was weighing on his mind.

You watched him pace the length of the room a couple of times before stopping to face. He stood across from you, hands of his hips and a pleading look on his face. “I don’t know what to do about...” he trailed off and his gaze fell, no longer able to meet yours. He sat down on the old couch and buried his face in his hands, his elbows resting on bent knees.

“I know, Jav. But we’ll figure it out.” You tried to reassure him, but you didn’t know what to say beyond a simple, vague platitude.

“How can you-” He shook his head as he stumbled over his words uncharacteristically. “You always-”

You shrugged and moved towards him closing the gap between the two of you. “We just will.”

He watched you closely. Though you weren’t sure what he was looking for, you were familiar with his calculating stare. You’d been on the receiving end of it almost as many times as you’d seen him analyze a suspect, an informant, hell, even your fellow agents.

“What’s really bothering you, Javi?” you prompted. These were uncharted waters and he looked like a man drowning.

He swallowed hard before running a hand over his face. “I don’t know.”

You shot him a knowing look and he sighed.

“I- “he started through a lump in his throat. It was as if his words were threatening to strangle him. You watched his eyes dance across the room and realized he was panicking. Really, truly panicking. “I- “

“It’s okay, Javi” you breathed out when you finally grasped what was really upsetting him. You placed a gentle hand under his chin to tilt his face up so he would look at you again, “I know you love me.”

His dark eyes locked onto yours, before falling shut. All of the air escaped his chest as he sighed, his shoulders slumping. For a moment, you thought you might’ve upset him, but you quickly realized that he was relieved, which was nothing short of a foreign look for him. Hands at your hips, he pulled you closer until you were standing between his parted legs and he could wrap his arms around your waist. He held you as close to him as possible, the side of his face pressed against your stomach and your arms habitually fell across his broad shoulders.

You’d known he loved you for a long time.

You felt it in his actions. While you could never pinpoint exactly when he stopped sleeping with other women – you had your suspicions it was actually before the one time you professed your love to him aloud, but you couldn’t be sure – you knew without a doubt it had stopped after he showed up at your apartment that fateful night. You didn’t have to ask him about it either; he wasn’t spending his nights with other women anymore because he was in bed with you every night. And he made you breakfast most mornings. He kept your coffee mug full all day at work, which was no small task. He always went out of his way to ensure you were respected at the embassy and even did his best to keep you from being too overworked, always comforting you when it all became too much, just as you did for him. He spent Friday nights watching old Colombian sitcoms and drinking cheap alcohol at your apartment and Saturday’s running errands at the open-air market alongside you. He spent all of his precious free time with you and you gave yours willingly to him.

Javier Peña loved you, even if he never put it into words.

You wouldn’t have stayed with him if you thought he didn’t love you. You were a strong woman, fiercely independent and self-confident. And because of that, you were inclined to wait for him to meet you halfway, to hold onto his love for him as long as he needed you to.

All this time you thought by not saying anything, you were sparing him. But maybe by taking the burden from him, you were saving him from himself.

You carded your fingers through his dark locks, and he looked up at you with wide brown eyes. “You know I love you too, right?” you whispered quietly. He gave a short, curt not and you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been watching his face so closely.

Then, his hands moved from the small of your back to your waistband, fingers toying with the button of your jeans without ever taking his eyes from yours.

“Let me,” he pleaded, “please.”

You silently nodded your assent and he carefully stripped every layer of clothing from your body before laying you down on the couch. He positioned you gently, as if handling something fragile, as if he didn’t know from his own personal experience that you wouldn’t break under his rougher touches.

Javier hurriedly tossed his own clothes aside, undressing with much less decorum, before he moved over you, hovering for a long moment as he took in the sight before him. There was something almost reverent in the way he looked at you and it made your heart soar as you ran the pad of your finger across his jawline, wanting to always remember his expression in this moment. When he finally kissed you, it was a slow, heavy, as if savoring the feel of your lips against his. His tongue swept across your lower lip, seeking permission to enter, before gently caressing yours and exploring your mouth as he’d done a thousand times before. That night he tasted like tobacco and stale beer and something so familiar, so him.

Parting from your lips only to suck in a deep breath, his chest heaving against yours, he pressed a scorching trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across sternum. A warm sensation radiated from every inch of skin his lips met and shot straight to your core. He only stopped his downward movement to lave and suck at a peaked nipple, kneading your other breast with his calloused hand. You wove your fingers through his dark locks, wanting to hold him in place against you for as long as possible.

After leaving a couple of deep red marks on the swell of your chest, something you’d normally chastise him for, his mouth and hand switched places and you cried out when he bit down on your nipple just hard enough. By now he knew your body better than anyone ever had. He knew how to make you writhe and whimper beneath him, how to make you cry from pleasure.

You never knew it could be so good, not until you met him, and even then, not until you loved him, and he loved you.

His hand slipped between your bodies, seeking out your aching cunt only to find you soaked. “Fuck, hermosa,” he mumbled into your skin as he continued his descent, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your stomach and still lower, but not quite where you wanted him most. Not yet. Once he settled in between your parted legs, he resumed his teasing, nipping and sucking at the supple flesh of your thighs until finally you called out to him.

“Javi, please,” you practically sobbed, “I need you. Now. Please, please- “

Your begging was cut short as a lewd moan escaped your lips when he finally attached his lips to your throbbing bud, and you keened under him. He sucked on your clit, taking you right to the edge with a firm hand placed on your lower belly to keep you steady beneath him, the other wrapped around your thigh, spreading you wide for him. You were so worked up at this point, you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to finish.

“I’m gonna- “

“Not yet,” he said and as his warm mouth left your swollen bud, you really did sob, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Oh God, Javier!” you exclaimed, throwing your head back against the couch’s armrest and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Gonna make this last,” was all he said before continuing his assault, licking a broad stripe up your wet center. His mouth explored every curve, every fold, every bit of your sex but each time you were close to unraveling beneath him, he’d pull away just long enough for you to catch your breath, pausing to kiss your soft thighs, spreading your wetness across your flushed skin.

“Look at you,” he remarked with his gravelly voice, the words vibrating against your mound, “Your pussy is fucking dripping all over me, baby.”

“Fuck, Javi. I need- I need to cum,” you said through strangled breaths.

“Is that what you want, hermosa?” he asked, pressing a single digit into your center, pumping slowly. You clenched around him and he rewarded you with a second finger, but it still wasn’t nearly enough.

“Yes!” you wailed, “That’s what I want. Stop- stop fucking teasing me.”

For once in his goddamn life, he listened. He swirled his tongue across your clit with just the right amount of pressure, just the way you liked it, and you came with a wanton cry for all of Bogota to hear. It didn’t matter; the entire world had faded away, your mind empty of everyone and everything save one person, one name.

Javi.

His name fell from your lips repeatedly, like a prayer or a curse. You weren’t quite sure which.

When the ringing in your ears subsided and your vision finally cleared, you looked down to find him gazing at you from his place between your legs, a satisfied smile and your arousal smeared across his face.

“Javi,” you huffed, “please fuck me.”

He crawled up your body and pressed his nose to your cheek, your heated breaths mingling. “No.” he murmured lowly. Before you could ask him what he meant, your question died on your lips as he sealed his mouth to yours. Reaching between you, he lined the head of his cock with your still-pulsing cunt and you eagerly lifted your hips to meet his, encouraging him to enter you. Despite how wet you were, he slid in slowly, whether for your benefit or his enjoyment, you weren’t sure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, mi amada,” he growled in your ear as he seated himself fully within you, “Could stay in this pretty pussy forever. Never want to leave. Never want to leave you.”

Whether he was talking about leaving Colombia or leaving you didn’t matter. The feeling of him inside you, stretching you out deliciously, mixed with his tender words was overwhelming every one of your senses in the best way and a new wave of desire coursed through your veins. This was his silent confession relayed to you physically, a language he knew when words seemed to fail him, and you wanted to stay in that moment forever.

“Oh, Javi,” you moaned to him as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, “I love you so much.” It was all you needed to say to spur him on. He withdrew himself before driving his cock back into you, setting a steady pace as his hips snapped against yours. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

Your name fell from his lips as he came, pulling out just in time to spill across your abdomen.

Javier stood with a grunt, disappearing long enough to grab a towel from the kitchen and snag your long-forgotten drinks off the counter. He sat the bottles aside before tending to you, carefully cleaning his spend off of you. Tossing the cloth aside, he collapsed on top of you, pressing you into the couch with his full weight and earning a spirited laugh from you. You shifted just enough so you could breath and lazily trail your fingers down his back, drawing abstract shapes across his skin while memorizing the feel of his body against yours.

As you relaxed on the cramped loveseat, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, you reached for the jeans he’d tossed aside earlier, pulling out his pack and lighter from his pocket. You handed him a cigarette and he placed it between his kiss-swollen lips. Flicking the lighter to life, you held it out for him, watching his every move as he took his first drag, turning slightly to exhale away from you.

When he looked down at you again, he smiled. You’d missed that rare gift he’d sometimes bestow upon you. It’d been a long time since you’d seen one.

“You always know just what I need, mi amada,” he drawled.

It was only the second time he’d ever called you that, and you were determined to commit the sound to memory, to savor every syllable for the rest of your life.

“I don’t want you to go,” you admitted quietly. He brought his hand back to his mouth, inhaling deeply once more before stamping out the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray on the end table. Eyeing you seriously, he considered his next words for a long, drawn-out moment.

“Come with me.”

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Spanish Translations

A su derecha: to your right

Hermosa: beautiful

Mi amada: my beloved

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Thanks for reading! Part three is coming soon...

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sad-sweet-cowboah · 4 years

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My Little Secret part 6

Summary: You’re excited about your first date with Arthur, so excited that you find yourself nearly stressing over it. When you finally get there, some unexpected events happen.

Warnings: Blood mention

The rest of the weekend could not go by any slower.

You’d returned to work that Saturday, expectedly hounded by your boss and coworkers after the news had spread about Tom’s attempt. You kept yourself vague, reiterating that you didn’t want to take matters to the police and that a simple ban should suffice. You finally managed to get away from the prying questions once you were slammed with the expected weekend crowd.

Arthur hadn’t stopped in that night. Your own disappointment did not dampen your excitement for Monday night however. Sunday flew by in a breeze after you spent the day diving into your schoolwork, having been more eager to finish it now.

Monday morning though was dreary. You’d woken up to iron clouds and the taste of rain in the air. It began to storm once your classes were over, and you were nearly soaked from the short distance from the building to your car. Once settling into the warm and dry interior, your phone chimed.

Sam had invited you out for a late lunch, which you responded. You hadn’t eaten since 7 am and your stomach rumbled loudly at the mere thought of food. You met her at a small café on campus, which was fuller than usual due to students trying to stay out of the rain.

Sam managed to find a corner table, and waved you over once you stepped inside. You squeezed past the others and managed to sit down.

“Hey girl!” she greeted.

“Hey,” you huffed, shaking your head slightly to rid of the rain droplets. “Damn, it’s packed in here.”

“You’re telling me,” Sam sighed. “Feels like a can of sardines.”

With a few minutes of idle chatter and ordering your food, you two quieted down to enjoy your meals. After a few short moments of silence, Sam spoke again.

“Anything new with you?”

You paused, wondering if you should tell her what happened the other night with Tom. You decided against it, especially when in a crowded place such as this. The last thing you needed was Sam grilling you after your coworkers and boss, in a public place of all things. Instead your mind returning to your ever building excitement for tonight. “I have a date tonight.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “What? I thought you were gonna focus on school first!”

You gave a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah well…I couldn’t resist.”

“Who is it?” Sam pressed. “Is he cute?”

You smiled shyly, eyes casting down at your soup bowl. “It’s, uh, Arthur. That guy that bought me the drink in Saint Denis.”

Sam’s face twisted in thought for a moment before she blinked with realization. “That older guy? You’re into him?”

“He’s…really charming and sweet. Very gentlemanly too. And you said it yourself, you thought he looked good.” You responded, quirking an eyebrow at her.

Sam tilted her head in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. Just be careful, okay? He might just try to get into your pants.”

“He’s not like that,” you answered immediately. “Believe me, things got…a little heated between him and I the other night-“

“Oh?”

“He stopped it before anything big happened, though. Said he didn’t want to do something he’d regret.” You continued.

Sam’s eyebrows raised at that. “Wow, you don’t hear that often from a guy at any age. Guess you nabbed yourself a good one.”

You rolled your eyes. “I haven’t nabbed anything, Sam. It’s just a casual date.”

Sam raised her drink to her lips, muttering, “A casual date after almost having sex.”

“Oh, shut up!” you hissed, your voice shuddering with a laugh, throwing a small napkin at her face.

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You’d gone home after your lunch with Sam, though having a good few hours before your date with Arthur. Your excitement was at its peak, making you feel restless. You could not stay still, bouncing back and forth between this and that and everything else. You tried to study, only having gotten through a few pages of notes before your mind jumped elsewhere. You cleaned, only finding minimal things to actually clean. You eventually turned on your TV, though it was just background noise at this point as your thoughts were abuzz with how the evening would play out.

The burger joint wasn’t anything too fancy; just a small restaurant with some good cheap food and a couple of good cheap beers to boot. Dressing up would be inappropriate in this scenario, although you were tempted to wear one of your nicer pieces just to show off for him.

How would he dress himself? Probably the same way he usually does, which you wouldn’t mind at all.

Should you order your usual food or go with something light as to not appear like a slob? Wait, why were you even considering your food choices? He probably would not care, he didn’t seem like the type that would.

With nearly two hours left to kill, you managed to calm down enough to settle on your couch. The TV was still on, and you began to flip through the channels for something interesting to watch. You eventually lost interest, landing on a news channel before turning your attention to social media.

“…Citizens of Saint Denis say they came across a dead body in an alley…”

Somehow, that sentence diverted you back to the TV. The news anchor was standing on the side of a busy street in Saint Denis.

“Coroner’s report that the victim was drained of his blood from multiple puncture wounds on various places of the body. Some say that they may resemble vampire bites.”

You stared at the TV in confusion.

“Farfetched as this seems, this is not the first body to be found like this. Other reports from New York and Los Angeles have found victims of similar fates. Are there killers who are mimicking the actions of fictional monsters?”

Who the fuck would try to pull themselves off as vampires? And why? The mere thought of it seemed farfetched that you wondered if you turned to some sort of channel of satire. Not that it was amusing, you felt bad for the victims and their families. Dying of blood loss must be a terrible way to die.

You turned the TV off then, shrouded in complete silence before the chime of your phone made you jump.

Sam had texted you again, asking about what you planned to wear.

Oh shoot, in your distraction you hadn’t exactly picked anything out!

After sorting through what you had your closet, you eventually picked out a nice blue button-up blouse and some black skinny jeans, laying them out on your bed and snapping a photo. Within a few minutes Sam sent you a thumbs up emoji.

You hopped in the shower, spending a little extra time to make sure you’d washed yourself thoroughly. You got out, brushing your teeth and drying your hair simultaneously before getting dressed. You plucked your eyebrows, inspected your face for any incoming zits, and finally added a light touch of eyeliner and lip gloss for some extra flair.

You observed yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself of having done such a great job on yourself. It’d been a while since you’ve been able to doll yourself up, having confined to the usual work clothes or your usual hoodie, T-shirt, and jeans or sweatpants when in class. You snapped a picture of yourself, posing cutely. You sent it to Sam, and a moment later you got a response.

Babe you’re so hot!! You’ll knock him on his ass for sure!

You giggled to yourself. Having dressed up like this gave you a confidence boost, enough that all prior nerves had drained away. When you finally glanced at the time, you’d realized your preparation took more time you thought. It was 7:45, and the burger joint was a ten minute drive away.

You threw on a light sweater on top of your outfit, slid into a pair of your favorite shoes and hurried out of your apartment, stepping into the cool and humid air left behind by the storm. You drove off, your heart beginning to pound from your excitement.

Sally’s Place, it was called, a quaint little building placed just on the outskirts of the university on the corner of a street. It had a gravel parking lot on the empty side, which was only half filled with cars. The outside tables were still soaked from today’s rain, so that meant inside for you.

As you parked and got out, you gazed around, hoping to see the motorcycle. No such luck yet. You took a deep breath and began to cross the parking lot when the familiar roar of an engine ripped through the night air.

As if on cue, you spotted him riding down the street, the slick black body glowing underneath the golden streetlights. You smiled widely as he slowed down and pulled into the parking lot. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, you noted, when he came to a full stop at a spot just a few yards away. Once he killed the engine and stood up, his eyes immediately met yours, a smile crossing his face.

He closed the space between you two with a casual walk, his hands resting in his pockets as he crossed the gravel. He was wearing a leather jacket, a different one that his normal attire, that shone underneath the fluorescent lighting of the entrance. Colors of the neon signs bouncing off the wrinkled black surface. Underneath he wore a simple white V-neck shirt tucked into crisp blue jeans, held up by a leather belt with a Western style buckle. His hair was slicked back as it normally was, but it appeared he had it trimmed neatly. He’d shaved as well, his cheeks and jawline smooth but with the faintest hints of stubble reappearing.

God, he was gorgeous.

“Hello, darlin’.” He greeted with a warm smile, stepping forward to give you a kiss. You’d almost stumbled forward, catching yourself at the very last second to awkwardly meet his lips briefly.

“H-hi.” You said, keeping your breathing even. Why were you this awkward around him again?

He chuckled slightly, clearly amused by your fumble. Instead of commenting on it, his eyes searched your features, traveling up and down your body with an expression of content. “Y’got all dressed up for me? Didn’t have to go n’ do that.”

You blushed heavily, turning your gaze away slightly. “Well…you didn’t have to look so damn handsome yourself.” You countered with a giggle.

He let out a huff. “Jus’ wanna make sure my ugly mug ain’t too hideous to look at for ya.”

You blinked, your shyness disappearing as you met his eyes. “You’re not hideous, Arthur. Hell, you’re one of the best looking men I’ve met.” You said seriously.

He shook his head slightly as if in disbelief. “Ready to go in?” he asked, holding his arm out to you.

Deciding not to continue to conversation, you nodded and took his arm with a smile. He led you closer to the door which he opened for you, allowing you to step in before walking in himself. You were greeted by the hostess, who brought you over to a booth.

As you walked, you noted the amount of people inside certainly reflected the amount of cars outside. Most were students from the school with a few older people here and there. The bar was half full with already tipsy middle-aged men watching a football game on the flatscreen on the wall. Soft country music played overhead.

The booth was illuminated by a soft red light. Once the menus were placed in front, you opened yours. “You ever been here, Arthur?” you asked.

“Nah, can’t say I have.” He replied, idly playing with the pages of his menu.

“Oh, then let me recommend some things. Their burgers are bangin’ obviously. But they also make good steaks and quesadillas. Oh, and their fried chicken is truly southern style!” you giggled.

He gave you a slight smile, then sighed and pushed his menu away. “They all sound great, darlin’. But I’m gonna pass on eatin’.”

You frowned and tilted your head in confusion. “Um…why?”

“Food intolerances,” he responded. “Can only eat…certain things.”

“Oh…well, they have gluten free options, and they don’t cook anything with nuts if that’s what you mean.” You pointed out.

He shook his head. “Appreciate the thought, but it’s more complex than that. S’okay though, I’ll pay for your meal and whatever else ya get. All you gotta do is provide me with some good company.”

How unorthodox. You supposed you couldn’t feel upset over this, if he had a legitimate intolerance, who were you to judge or say otherwise? Hell, you were still happy to just be here with him. “Alright, we’ll do that then.”

Arthur smiled at you. “So go on ‘head n’ order what ya want.”

It took you a while to really decide, given you were concerned about ordering something that may be too expensive for him. He assured you it would be fine, which only made you more awkwardly aware of the pricing. You eventually settled on a quesadilla and a beer. Once the waitress walked away after taking your order, it’d fallen silent between the two of you.

You took a swig of your beer, the bitter taste a welcoming sensation. You weren’t sure what to talk about at the moment.

“How was school today?” he asked you.

You blinked. “Oh, uh…same old, I guess. Boring and a lot of information to unpack,” You sighed. “How was your day?”

“Uh…borin’, same as yours. Spent a lot of it inside.” He said, clearing his throat.

“As part of your job?” you asked curiously.

He gave a slight shrug. “Eh...not really. I work durin’ the night actually.”

“So you’re not working tonight.” You said as a statement.

“I asked off just for this,” he said, giving you a small smile. “Can’t say my boss was very happy with me, but he’ll get over it.”

You smiled as well, feeling once again shy underneath his gaze. You took another swig of your beer. “So…now that we’re actually here, what is it that you do exactly? I know you’re definitely not an outlaw.”

He chuckled, leaning back in the seat. “Let’s just say my job requires me to travel.”

You tilted your head, curious as to why he was reluctant to share details. “Where have you gone in your travels?”

“Everywhere, feels like it anyway,” he let out a slight sigh. “All around the states, different countries.”

“That’s pretty cool. I’m kinda jealous actually,” you mused. “Never been outside of America.”

Arthur shook his head. “It gets tedious after a while, miss home n’ all. But it’s somethin’, keeps me busy and puts money in my pocket.”

You nodded in understanding. That’s what your job was right now. “I feel that, bartending isn’t the most glamorous of jobs but it’s something to get me by until I finish school.” You sighed.

“Brings you some interestin’ people, don’t it?” he said with a slight smirk. “Even if it’s just some ol’ fool who don’t drink no more.”

You snorted into a small laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

It’d gone quiet between the two of you once again. You cradled your beer in your hands, thinking of other things to talk about. You’d noticed Arthur’s gaze seemed to have traveled elsewhere, watching as another couple entered the restaurant. An odd little quirk about him. Perhaps he just liked to people watch.

The waitress soon returned with a full plate of cheesy quesadillas, placing it in front of you. The steaming food appeared so delicious, the savory scent wafted into your nostrils. You took a deep breath, feeling your stomach growling with each passing second. “God, this looks so good.”

“Good choice, darlin’. If I could eat it, I would,” He commented. “Enjoy it.”

You looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks, Arthur.” And with that, you began to dig in. You’d had their quesadillas before, and each and every time was more delicious than the last. The conversation had died down a little while you ate, occasionally speaking up about something or another before turning back to your food. You’d learned he was 36 years old and had a love for horses. He also liked to draw in his spare time, which prompted you to ask him if he’d show you some of his work. He had a photo on his phone, a sketched out drawing of a woman staring out the window. Despite how rough the lines were, it was beautiful.

You were nearly finished with your food when he suddenly stood up.

“S’cuse me, Y/N. Be back in a few minutes.”

You nodded and reabsorbed back to your food, paying no attention to where he wandered off to, assuming he was just going to the bathroom.

However, you’d finished your food and he still hadn’t returned. Another five minutes had passed and still no sign of him. You craned your neck around, hoping to see his figure elsewhere in the bar. No such luck. You decided to wait a few minutes longer, though couldn’t wait as you became increasingly fidgety and worried over time. You stood up and headed toward the bathrooms. Of course you couldn’t go into the men’s room, so you awkwardly waited outside.

A man walked up and you asked him to check and see if Arthur was okay in there. He gave you a weird look, but shrugged and nodded, pushing the door open and heading inside. After a short moment, the man came back out.

“Sorry ma’am, your friend ain’t in there.”

A spike of anxiety shot through your heart. If he wasn’t in the bathroom, did he somehow leave without you seeing? You thanked the man and headed back to your booth in hopes that he made his way back to wherever he was, only to still find it empty.

Was he outside, maybe? Unless he decided to up and ditch you entirely. You shook your head. Arthur didn’t seem like the type to pull off something that immature, at least you hoped he wasn’t. You headed toward the door, hoping he was outside and smoking a cigarette or something. As you pushed the door open, the damp air greeted you like a heavy blanket. You didn’t see anyone in your immediate vision aside from a couple of people clear across the parking lot who were loading into their cars. Your eyes scanned the rest of the lot quickly, and your mind flooded in relief to see the motorcycle still in its spot.

But where was Arthur?

The relief did not last long as it was quickly overcome with concern. Did he get hurt somehow? Should you look for him just in case he was hurt? You couldn’t fathom any other reason why he’d disappear on you while still remaining in the vicinity. A myriad of different thoughts tornadoed through your head, and you shook it. Maybe he genuinely needed help.

You began to walk the perimeter of the restaurant, though it was becoming harder to see the further you ventured from the entrance. You were careful with your steps, and your ears strained for any sounds of struggle. Aside from the melody of nature’s nightly ballad around you, it was quiet.

A thump of somewhat close proximity made you jump, originating from the very back of the building. Through the chirping of the crickets, you detected a soft, low moan. Both curiosity and anxiety overcame the better of you as you headed toward the noise, the moaning growing steadily louder the closer you got.

You rounded the corner, and through the dim you immediately spotted two silhouettes rammed up against the wall. Or, at least one was. The other had the first pressed against it in an odd embrace. Your first thought was that it was some couple attempting to get freaky in public, until your eyes adjusted and you recognized the second silhouette as-

“Arthur?”

He immediately pulled back upon hearing your voice, a popping sound resonating from the other one. Alarm coursed through you. Was he kissing the other person?

“Arthur, what’re you doing?!” you demanded. “Are you making out with someone? Because if you are-”

A loud and disoriented moan cut you off, resonating from the figure on the wall. You squinted your eyes toward them, making their features out in the dim. It was man, couldn’t be much older than you. His face held a look of distant serenity, as if he were high. His mouth hung slightly open. The next thing you noticed were two dark streaks painted down his neck.

“Y/N.” Arthur’s voice rumbled. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?!” You exasperated. “So I wouldn’t see you making out with this guy?!”

“No!” he shot back, holding up his hands. “You just…you shouldn’t see this, you can’t.”

“I already just saw you mouth to mouth with this guy, Arthur.” You hissed.

He stepped closer to you slowly. “I ain’t makin’ out with him. Hell, I ain’t even into men. But you need to listen-“

“For what reason could you possibly have to-”

When he stepped even closer to you, his features became more prominent in the dark. Two identical streaks ran down his chin from his lips. You frowned in confusion.

“Look, ya need to relax.” He said calmly, reaching out to you with a hesitation as if you were a scared animal. He was close enough for the wisps of his breath to skim across your face, bringing forth the coppery scent of-

Blood.

Your eyes widened and you immediately stepped back. “What…” you choked out, unable to form any coherent words. You finally spluttered, “What have you done?!”

His hands dropped to his sides, his entire figure hunched over as if in defeat. He however kept his eyes on you. “Y/N-”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. Every instinct screamed at you to turn and run, and you did. You spun on your heel and launched forward, your muscles straining as you sprinted away.

Unfortunately, you didn’t make it further than a few steps.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pinning your body to his. You gasped and wriggled in his grip in any attempt to pull yourself free. He was not budging, and you dig that back of your heel into his shin. “Let me go!” You yowled, only uttering the first two words before a cold hand clamped across your mouth.

“Y/N, stop!” He hissed under his breath, completely unphased by your attempts of defense. When you didn’t listen and continued to fight him, he held you to him with a vice like grip. “You need to listen to me!”

Despite every effort you’d tried to escape, nothing seemed to make him budge. Your legs flailed uselessly against his body, and wiggling proved fruitless from how tight he held you. Every part of your brain told at you to keep trying, but you knew this struggle wouldn’t end with you winning. He was too strong and you were no match for him. You reluctantly sighed in defeat and halted your struggling.

“Fine.” You grumbled. As soon as you’d submitted, his grip on you loosened.

He placed you carefully back on your feet, a notion you weren’t expecting. It’s caught you off guard given the circumstances. His hand lingered briefly on your arm before removing it. His head tilted down, hiding his eyes while he stared at the ground.

“I ain’t sure how to say this, Y/N.” he mumbled to you, the tone in his voice absolutely hesitant and resigned. He wiped the blood from his chin. “Never did want ya to find out, least not this way.”

“Find out what exactly, Arthur?” you asked him as your voice wavered.

His head shot straight up, his blue eyes staring right into you with burning intensity. “I’m…” he took a deep breath. “I’m a vampire.”

#Arthur Morgan x reader #vampire au

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I’m pretty sure we all knew what was coming. The only one out of the loop must’ve been Andrew, boop. 🤣 Let me stop playin’, let me stop. Anyway, if y’all can’t catch me here or lingering on ao3, I’m probably on Skype. I forgot my old account name and password, but the current one is Krazy Keke. Listened to Bey’s If on Spotify to get the vibe for this fic. I recommend it if you want to cry, lol!

@braexx @wakandanmoonchild @wikiwakanda @theultimateblacknerdwithglasses @adiafegan @melaninmarvel

“I told yo ass...I told you. No contact, whatsoever. None. Nada!” Slamming the fridge door shut, you waved your index finger inches from under Andrew’s nose. “You talmbout ‘bae, I wanna work this out,’ ‘bae, i really love you’, but you still goin’ around and doing shady shit.” Slamming the bottle of water onto the counter, you aggressively twisted the cap off and flicked it into the waste basket.

“You really testing my nerves, Andrew.”

Andrew threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “The fuck you mad at me for? I ain’t text that girl, she texted me!”

“You wasn’t supposed to text back, stupid!” Hand on your hip, you look him up and then down, “Let me see your phone.”

“Tuh!” He shook his head, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “Ay, you trippin’.”

“Why you won’t let me see the phone, got somethin’ to hide?” Making a move to reach in his pocket, he shuffles away. “Let me see the phone!”

“You actin’ crazy, stop!”

Against your better judgement, you make it work with your man, Andrew. For a few weeks, things had been going pretty well, the two of you communicated more and you didn’t freak out when he chose to hang out with other people besides yourself, he even checked in periodically, like at the beginning of your relationship. Things, however, still were not perfect and honky-dory. Andrew still flaked on you sometimes to work overtime (and you had a mini heart attack wondering if he’s cheating again), the intimacy felt forced and the sex?

Well, let’s not get into the detail of how terrible that was.

He didn’t know that you’d run into T’Challa while at the park nor that y’all met up again, a few times with Buddy and Buddy actually liked T’Challa, which is surprising because your doggy occasionally growled at even your mother.

Maybe you didn’t say anything because at the back of your mind, you knew that this relationship was a sinking boat? That Andrew was a roguish ass muthafucka and constantly scheming?

Looking into the face of the man you once thought you’d spend a lifetime with, you felt nothing. “What are we doin’?”

“I’m tryna get you to stop for one!”

“No, not that. With us, stupid, with us. What are we doin’?” You reiterate.

“Whatchu mean?”

You blink back the sudden onslaught of tears. “This isn’t going to work.” You say hoarsely. Andrew makes to take a step in your direction and you held up a hand. “Don’t.”

"...I’ll pack an overnight bag, stay with my brother. We can talk about this in the morning.” You said nothing and he became frustrated, “Okay?!”

“You better not show your ass back here tomorrow. As of today, you’re evicted.” In your mind, there’s nothing to talk about. And with how he tried to get up out here with the quickness, no doubt he’d be either up in another ho’s guts or talking shit about you to his family, like you gave a fuck.

None of them wanted to catch these hands.

“What? You can’t do that! I pay rent here!”

“Rent, yup, you supposed to. But you three months behind, and this my house, in my name. Nowhere are you on the lease. So like I said, boy, e v i c t e d.” Waving him off, you crossed your arms in front of yourself, watching as he huffed and dragged his feet, getting what he needed and lowkey hoping you’d feel sorry for him.

And you’re not.

For the first time in forever, you feel great. Liberated.

Throughout the week, you ignore the phone calls and voicemails from your mother. From Andrew. Get lunch with your father for the first time in----too long, and the two of y’all have a blast making fun of what a joke Andrew was and still is.

“Oh, would you look at that.” Dad tutted. “It just turned from bright and cheery and dismal that fast.” It was indeed raining out there, heavy. “Do you have an umbrella, honey? Because I can give you mine.”

“Daddy, no. It’s cool. I’m good. I’m gon’ stay inside, wait it out.” He still looked hesitant so you smiled. “Really, I will be fine.”

“Okay, pumpkin.” Kissing the side of your forehead, he then patted your cheek. “I love you. Call me when you get in?”

“Love you too. And I will.” You promise.

Stirring the straw in the cafe’s signature Green Tea Berry Delight, sipping at the beverage occasionally, you stare at passerby running for shelter. A crack of lightning streaks across the sky and you absently are grateful you didn’t try and make a break for it like before. You’d be soaked in seconds.

A hand taps the back of your chair and you blink, looking up. “Long time no see. Hello, stranger.” It’s T’Challa. “May I sit?”

You gesture for him to go ahead and sit. He flags down the waiter, getting him to remove the leftovers. “We just saw each other Saturday. That’s a whole two days ago.”

“Two days that were too long.” T’Challa stated, smooth.

Unable to come up with a witty comeback and feeling flustered, you sip at your drink. He laughed softly.

“I am sorry. Too honest?”

“No, no! On the contrary, it’s rare to, um, find a man so forthcoming about his feelings.” You clear your throat, your eyes dart around before meeting his again, “It’s refreshing. I like it.”

T’Challa slowly smiled, the action lighting up his dark eyes.

For more than half an hour, the two of you sat in the cafe. Talking, laughing. Flirting.

Oh, the flirting.

T’Challa gave out more compliments to you than Andrew had in...ever! But enough of that insignificant piece of trash. While most black men would only say nice things to try and get in between your legs, not so with T’Challa, he was sincere. Everything he said well thought out and meaningful.

And when you spoke, he listened, really listened to you.

Such an attitude you could easily get addicted to.

Tap!

You blinked when he lightly tapped your nose, jarring you back to the present. T’Challa stared at you with amusement. “I lost your interest. I am sorry, we can switch the subject.”

“No, you didn’t. I was just thinking that I didn’t want to end this, uh...” You wave your hand around, frantically searching your brain for a neutral term instead of--

“I want this to have been a date. Partly because I am hoping this time you will let me kiss you.” You could only stare at him, stuck on stupid, speechless. “Can I kiss you, hmm?” The words caressed your ear, even as you drifted even closer into his embrace, he was so warm compared to the chill from the rain. “Tell me. Tell me I c--”

Unable to really help yourself anymore, your hands cup his cheeks and you lean up for a kiss. His left hand braces against the dip of your back, a solid warmth, even as y’all shared a kiss in the rain like a white couple in a Harlequin novel. Who cares that it was cliche? This man is one of a kind and you weren’t stupid enough to keep ignoring the signs that he could be... might be...

The One?

#mcu #t'challa #mcu imagine #t'challa imagine #black reader #black panther #t'challa x reader #black panther imagine #t'challa udaku #marvel #t'challa udaku x reader #marvel imagine #t'challa x black reader #black panther x reader #thekrazykeke

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flyguy · 2 years

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Saturday Morning Cartoon Mini-Series

With the nostalgic appetite for ’80s pop culture as powerful as ever, IDW is giving fans what they want with the February debut of G.I. JOE: A Real American Hero—Saturday Morning Adventures, a special send-up of the classic cartoon, shipping monthly and featuring the fan-favorite creative team of writer Erik Burnham, artist Dan Schoening, and colorist Luis Antonio Delgado.

40th Anniversary Special

Celebrating 40 years of G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero comics, this giant-length special issue features 22 different fan-fave artists taking on the classic G.I. Joe: ARAH #21 (the original silent issue-"Silent Interlude"), including SL Gallant, Netho Diaz, Andrew Lee Griffith, and many more! Each artist will draw a single page of this seminal masterpiece in their own unique style, based on Living Legend Larry Hama's original layouts.

Additionally, the issue will contain stories and essays by creators who were influenced by Hama as well as a fourth wall-breaking short story written by Larry himself, celebrating his unparalleled four decades of work on G.I. Joe: ARAH.

Super 7

Yo, Joe! Brace yourself for a serious redistribution of forces, because Super7’s latest wave of G.I. Joe ReAction figures are ready to deploy! Roadblock, Flint, and Snake Eyes are ready to do battle against Cobra Commander, Baroness, and Firefly for a place on your roster! G.I. Joe ReAction Wave 3 arrives this spring- stay tuned for news on the army builders that will also be included in this wave! Make sure to follow Super7.com for updates on the launch date.

Renegade Games

Join the team and battle Cobra in G.I. JOE Mission Critical, a cooperative miniatures board game for 1-5 players! Stop Cobra in locations around the world, and try to defeat Cobra Commander himself to save the day! G.I. JOE Mission Critical uses the Guardian System, providing a tense, challenging and cooperative gaming experience! The game features finely detailed miniatures for both the G.I. JOE and Cobra forces, Mission Critical will be hitting your table later this year but you can sign up now to be the first to know when pre-orders open in April!

Brawlhalla x G.I. Joe

Brawlhalla is adding two new fighters in an Epic Crossover with G.I. JOE. Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow land in the arena on February 23, bringing a new Showdown mode map called Arashikage Dojo. Brawlhalla players can also enjoy a number of other G.I. JOE-themed items that will be revealed later this week, and those items as well as the new map will be purchasable and playable after the Epic Crossover event ends.

The Arashikage Dojo map will also be featured in the Brawl of the Week. The Arashikage Showdown is a four-player, trap-laden match. The player with the highest score at the end of three minutes wins. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

G.I. JOE Classified Series Tomax Paoli Action Figure

(Ages 4 and Up/ Approx. Retail Price: $24.99/ Available: Fall 2022)

YO JOE! G.I. JOE explodes into a larger-than-life era with brand new 6-inch scale figures, evolving classic characters fans know and love into a highly articulated 6-inch scale with premium deco and details. The G.I. JOE Classified Series Tomax Paoli figure comes ready for action, with multiple points of articulation for high poseability and 5 character-inspired accessories. This figure features a classic design updated to bring the Cobra Crimson Guard Commander into the modern era, plus accessories inspired by the character’s rich history.

Except for the scar on Xamot’s face, he is the mirror image of his brother Tomax. Both twins command legions of Cobra who wear three-piece suits in executive boardrooms. The most fearsome of the Cobra adversaries because they use your own laws against you.

The G.I. JOE Classified Series Tomax Paoli figure collectible package will also make a mark on shelves, featuring display-worthy custom artwork from Valentina Remenar. For G.I. JOE fans new and old, the G.I. JOE Classified Series line of actions figures captures the pulse-pounding excitement of G.I. JOE in a 6-inch scale. Available for pre-order at https://bit.ly/dorksideTOYS and most major toy retailers and HasbroPulse.com today at 1PM ET.

G.I. JOE Classified Series Xamot Paoli Action Figure

(Ages 4 and Up/ Approx. Retail Price: $24.99/ Available: Fall 2022)

YO JOE! G.I. JOE explodes into a larger-than-life era with brand new 6-inch scale figures, evolving classic characters fans know and love into a highly articulated 6-inch scale with premium deco and details. The G.I. Joe Classified Series Xamot Paoli Action Figure features a classic design updated to bring the Cobra Crimson Guard Commander into the modern era, plus accessories inspired by the character’s rich history. The figure comes ready for action, with multiple points of articulation for high poseability and 5 character-inspired accessories.

The G.I. Joe Classified Series Xamot Paoli collectible package will make a mark on shelves, featuring display-worthy custom artwork from Valentina Remenar. For G.I. JOE fans new and old, the G.I. JOE Classified Series line of actions figures captures the pulse-pounding excitement of G.I. JOE in a 6-inch scale. Available for pre-order at https://bit.ly/dorksideTOYS and most major toy retailers and HasbroPulse.com today at 1PM ET.

G.I. JOE Classified Series Lonzo "Stalker" Wilkinson Action Figure

(Ages 4 and Up/ Approx. Retail Price: $24.99/ Available: Fall 2022)

YO JOE! G.I. JOE explodes into a larger-than-life era with brand new 6-inch scale figures, evolving classic characters fans know and love into a highly articulated 6-inch scale with premium deco and details. The G.I. JOE Classified Series Lonzo "Stalker" Wilkinson figure comes ready for action, with multiple points of articulation for high poseability and 10 character-inspired accessories. This figure features a classic design updated to bring the G.I. JOE Medic and Interpreter into the modern era, plus accessories inspired by the character’s rich history.

Fluent in at least four languages, Stalker is a skilled linguist who graduated top of his class in basic combat, advanced infantry, and special training. Intelligent and perceptive, he works well under pressure and strikes quickly and silently.

The G.I. JOE Classified Series Lonzo "Stalker" Wilkinson figure collectible package will also make a mark on shelves, featuring display-worthy custom artwork from Frank Morrison. For G.I. JOE fans new and old, the G.I. JOE Classified Series line of actions figures captures the pulse-pounding excitement of G.I. JOE in a 6-inch scale. Available for pre-order at https://bit.ly/dorksideTOYS and most major toy retailers and HasbroPulse.com today at 1PM ET.

G.I. JOE Classified Series Cobra Viper Officer & Vipers Action Figures

(Ages 4 and Up/ Approx. Retail Price: $89.99/ Available: Fall 2022)

YO JOE! G.I. JOE explodes into a larger-than-life era with brand new 6-inch scale figures, evolving classic characters fans know and love into a highly articulated 6-inch scale with premium deco and details. The G.I. JOE Classified Series Cobra Viper Officer & Vipers Action figures come ready for action, with multiple points of articulation for high poseability and 32 character-inspired accessories.

COBRA Officers are front-line fighters leading attack units into battle alongside the nameless, faceless legions of COBRA Command. Each COBRA is highly skilled in the use of explosives and martial arts.

The G.I. Joe Classified Series Cobra Viper Officer & Vipers package will also make a mark on shelves, featuring display-worthy custom artwork from Anthony Petrie. Available for pre-order exclusively online at https://bit.ly/dorksideTOYS, Amazon, toy specialty retailers and HasbroPulse.com today at 1PM ET.

G.I. JOE Retro Collection Cobra Officer & Cobra Trooper 2-Pack

(Ages 4 and Up/ Approx. Retail Price: $39.99/ Available: Fall 2022)

With the Retro Collection, fans can imagine exciting action and adventure from the pulse-pounding world of G.I. JOE! The G.I. JOE Retro Collection Cobra Officer & Cobra Trooper figures feature classic detailing and multiple points of articulation for dramatic action poseability.

Fans and collectors can celebrate the 40th anniversary of the G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero 1982 animated series with this 2-pack of figures presented in their own individual packaging featuring original retro Hasbro branding and cardbacks.

Look for more 3.75-inch-scale G.I. JOE Retro Collection figures and vehicles to build teams of JOE heroes and Cobra villains. Offering collectors the quality and attention-to-detail they are looking for, these fun action figures and vehicles will look great displayed in any G.I. JOE action figure and vehicle collection! The G.I. JOE Retro Collection Cobra Officer & Cobra Trooper 2-Pack will be available for pre-order exclusively on HasbroPulse.com today at 1PM ET.

Transformers Generations - Transformers Collaborative: G.I. JOE Mash-Up, Megatron H.I.S.S. Tank & Baroness

(Ages 8 and Up/ Approx. Retail Price: S89.99/ Available 1/1/2023)

Worlds collide in this Transformers-G.I. JOE mash-up pack! Transformers robots have always been “More Than Meets the Eye,” but now, through the Transformers Collaborative, fans can experience these larger than life characters as they team-up, mash-up, and meet up with other characters, teams, and people who share this same special quality.

The Decepticons and Cobra team up to conquer the world in the Transformers Generations - Transformers Collaborative: G.I. JOE Mash-Up! Baroness and Megatron, disguised as a H.I.S.S. Tank, plan the next Cobra attack as the Megatron H.I.S.S. Tank toy converts from robot to tank mode in 28 steps. The figures feature deco and details based on the worlds of Transformers and G.I. JOE, as well as packaging inspired by a mash-up of the classic ’80s toys with retro artwork. The included G.I. JOE Retro Baroness figure also features a fusion cannon, backpack, and weapon accessories and comes on a card back with a classic G.I. JOE file card. Pre-order at https://bit.ly/dorksideTOYS

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Girls Like You (ft. Jeongguk)

→ badboy!jk, jock!au, prequel (part 2) to You Who [M] (part 1 here) → 8k words, (lots of fluff, slight smut, tiny bit angst)

A/N: Yay! Thank you everyone for enjoying the badboy!jk couple! You Who was my first fic to get to 1k notes, and after uploading the prequel pt. 1, I reached 1k! Thank you everyone again, I’ll be following up with a post soon! :)

In the meantime, go check out my other tae fic, Give and Take, that I uploaded as another surprise :) It’s a similar au that I wrote before this prequel, so I think you guys’ll like it!

You woke up with raging headache and you squinted your eyes at the sun shining through your blinds as you sit up. Grabbing your phone, you see the time 10:42 am along with other texts from Jihyo and Jungyeon. Groaning, you thank the stars that its Saturday morning and you have no other obligations today. You walk over to the kitchen and grab yourself a cup of water and chug it and rub your eyes.

Your roommate walks out and laughs at your state. “Rough night?”

You squint at her. “Oh god, I don’t even remember how I got home.”

Nayeon frowns at you, “You don’t? I was next door, and I heard you talking with Jeongguk. Seems like he put you to bed then.”

You scrunch your eyebrows. You distinctly remember going to get drinks after Jeongguk told you about the divorce, but everything after the moment you left the food truck was blurry. You gag, and clutch your mouth as you run to the restroom and empty your stomach into the toilet bowl. Nayeon just follows you silently and pats your back as you cough. “Damn, haven’t seen you get drunk in a really long time.”

You groan, flushing and grabbing your toothbrush. “Ugh, I remember why I hate drinking, I’m a fucking lightweight and hangovers suck.”

You finish brushing your teeth and grab your phone to send Jeongguk a quick text as you eat your cereal.

[To: JK, 11:01 AM] Hey, thanks for bringing me home last night. Ugh, I have a horrible headache :(

Usually Jeongguk is quick to respond, but even after finishing your cereal and getting out of a long hot shower, your phone is silent. You assume he’s busy with practice and reply to Jihyo and Jungyeon.

[To: group message, 11:32 AM] Hi, im awake

[From: Jihyo, 11:33 AM] good morning sleeping beauty, it’s been a while since u woke up so late

[To: gm, 11:33 AM] Sorry i got shit drunk last night :( and i passed out until now

[From Jungyeon, 11:33 AM] uh WTF with who? tfti

[To: gm, 11:34 AM] jeongguk

[From: Jungyeon, 11:35 AM] ugh I told you to be careful of him! what if he like convinced u into sex or something?!

[To: gm, 11:35 AM] ugh shut up he even put me in bed, relax

[From: Jihyo, 11:37 AM] just be thankful it wasn’t his bed

[To: gm, 11:37 AM] omg its not a big deal stop

[From: Jihyo, 11:37 AM] its so obvi u like him, we’re just trying to protect you.

[From: Jungyeon 11:38 AM] ya...heard from lisa today that the rumor is true. he humped and dumped jennie the other night

[From: Jihyo, 11:38 AM] omg... srsly, why do you even like him?

You set down your phone with a groan, curling up in your sheets, feeling a bit sick again at the reminder of the fact that Jeongguk did not see you as anything other than a friend. Which explains why he was okay with tucking you in with no problem and fucking a gorgeous girl like Jennie. You sighed as you closed your eyes.

Jeongguk growls as he benches another five pounds on his personal best. Gritting his teeth he lifts the bar once, twice, before clanging it back on the original position, his phone lying discarded next to him. What a fucking joke.

It was just his luck that you were too drunk to remember what exactly had happened. Just his luck that he ended up falling for the one girl that was exactly the kind of girl who deserved more than guys like him. You understood him, you were independent, kind, real, smart, sassy, funny, and everything he’d wanted in a girl. But he was the kind of guy who did one-night stands, who ended up unknowingly winning the bet on who got to fuck Jennie first, played football and was forced to attend huge parties where he got piss drunk again and ended up waking up with a ranging headache and an unknown body naked next to him. Rinse, and repeat.

He never intended for it to become like this. What started as just getting accustomed to the team and its dynamics ended up in him developing an ego much too big for him to control, and a sex drive that he indulged too much. And now, it was too late. For once, he’d found something he wanted to prove himself to, pouring into his studies to impress you and convince you that he wouldn’t fuck you over like other athletes, and going lengths to salvage a friendship with you instead of scaring you off with the rumors of him being a fuckboy. The actions he did were genuine, he loved being able to walk you home to spend just a few more minutes with you, and tried his hardest to never miss your food truck nights. Whenever he saw you struggling with the huge textbooks, he found it natural to just sling his football bag over his shoulder and grab it from you, the thankful gleam in your eye when you smiled at him a much more than generous prize for his actions.

You were different. You were honest, yet kind. You were funny, but still he found it so easy to just spill all his thoughts and concerns to you. You were so, so smart and diligent, and he really thought it was your most attractive feature, how driven you were on accomplishing something. And most important to him, was the fact that you knew him. He’d scrolled through your other texts that night, seeing how you defended him against your friends’ quite valid accusations about him. And his heart sank when he realized you harbored feelings for him since a while ago, feeling that he returned but was too much of an asshole to own up to.

Because you truly deserved better.

He was pumping again when Shownu walked up to him, offering to spot him. Jeongguk nodded and continued pumping the bar. The older boy commented, “Hey, so, you know that girl you’ve been hanging out with recently? Y/N?”

Jeongguk pauses, “What about her?”

Shownu grins, “Well Wonho and I have a bet going on to see which one of us can a nerd’s virginity first. And since you know this girl, wanna hook me up?”

It all happens way too fast. Jeongguk slams the bar down in its place and gets up from the bench and lunges at Shownu, landing a hard punch straight on the linebacker’s jaw and kneels on top of him with his hands at the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you fucking dare to try that shit with her! I’ll fucking kill you!” He yells out, shaking the guy.

The other guys training in the gym run over, grabbing the quarterback and yanking him away from Shownu, who’s bleeding from a busted lip. Smirking he taunts Jeongguk. “Why, you like her or something? Ha! Should’ve known your style was a cutesy little quiet nerd like her.”

Jeongguk lunges again, but Jimin is there to pull his arms back. “Yo, bro, quit it. If coach sees, you’ll be off the team.” He mutters, and Jeongguk calms down, breathing heavily. He yanks his arms away from the boys and stomps towards the locker room.

Jimin looks at Shownu who smirks at Jeongguk’s retreating figure. He’s never seen the younger one so angry before. “Not cool man.” He glares at the linebacker before jogging after Jeongguk.

He finds the younger player sitting on the locker benches, his head in his hands.

“Hey, bro, you ok?” He sits besides Jeongguk and waits for him to respond.

“I’m fine.” He grits out and Jimin frowns. “Uh, well, you’re clearly not, so I’m not gonna leave until you tell me what’s been up your ass this whole time.”

When Jeongguk doesn’t respond, Jimin carefully tests the waters. “Is it... is it Y/N?”

Jeongguk stands up, grabbing his towel and heading towards the showers. “I don’t want to talk about it hyung.”

Jimin watches him leave and glances at his phone on the bench. In the lock screen is another unopened message that Jeongguk probably hasn’t seen yet.

[From: Y/N, 12:43 PM] Hey, are you ok? Can we talk?

So he gets an idea and swipes the message open, using the quick reply option to text back a response before tucking it into the pocket of Jeongguk’s duffel bag.

[To: Y/N, 12:44 PM] Yeah, meet me at the game tonight. We can talk after. Wear my jersey.

You’re a bit giddy at the thought of finally going to one of Jeongguk’s games. Apparently, according to Nayeon, getting invited to a football player’s game wa a pretty big deal. In addition, wearing his jersey was also a pretty clear sign of interest. A glimmer of hope was in your chest, because Nayeon also mentioned that no girl had been invited to Jeongguk’s games, and better yet, he’d never invited any girl to wear his jersey before.

Not even Jennie. So you smile as you check your hair, curled to perfection, once last time and smooth the jersey over your jean shorts. You’d paired some regular black converse with the look and a white t-shirt underneath the jersey to make the emerald green and yellow colors pop. Turning around, you smile at the large 58 with “JEON” stitched over it. Someone had dropped off the jersey at your door, and you suspected it was the one who lived three floors up.

You check your phone and text Jihyo and Jungyeon that you’re on your way as you hitch a ride with them to the game. They, despite being quite studious, were still into the football games and went often. So you decide to sit with them. The bleachers are already packed when the three of you arrive, and Jihyo breaks off to go buy your snacks, and you and Jungyeon go to find some good seats. Thankfully, theres a small space for the three of you pretty close to the middle front, and you plop down before someone else can get it.

Jihyo returns and you three chew on your nachos and hot dogs happily as you watch the game. You avoid their prying questions about your jersey and watch as Jeongguk literally owns the team. The stands erupt in cheers as he scores another touchdown, and he doesn’t even give them a glance as he runs back to center. You scream along with them, pumping your fists into the air and yelling his name.

But he doesn’t even look your way, though, you note with a disappointed purse of your lips.

Maybe its because he’s so into the game, you think, and you stand up to go to the restroom when halftime is called.

You’re standing in line for a refill of your drink per sans Jihyo’s request, when someone taps you on your shoulder. You whirl around to see someone in a jersey with a helmet on so you smile widely.

“Jeongguk?”

The figure whips his helmet off and only then, you recover from your excitement and realize that this guy is shorter than Jeongguk and has a different number on his jersey. A handsome guy, with red lips and sweaty black hair smiles down at you. “Hey, Y/N right?”

You nod hesitantly, gripping the cups in your hand. Since when did football boys know your name? “Uh, yeah. And you are?”

He tucks his helmet under his arm. “Wonho. Nice to meet you. What brings you here? Jeongguk?”

You nod, biting your lip as you take his outstretched hand. He holds on a little too long for your liking. “Um, yeah.”

He smirks down at you, licking his lips. Other people in the line are glancing at the receiver chatting up the girl who had Jeongguk’s jersey on. “You guys dating or something?”

You frown, “Uh, no, but it’s none of your business.”

He holds up two defensive hands. “Woah, my bad. It’s just because I wanna get to know you a little better. How about you come to the afterparty?”

“What afterparty?”

He cocks his head as he hears a whistle, signaling for him to make his way back. “Basically, this team here is good, but we beat them every single year. We have parties whenever we win, and Jeongguk will be there too! You should come! Just hitch a ride with anyone and they’ll be going to Seokjin’s house. That’s where the party’ll be!”

When you hesitate, he just throws another smirk at you as he jogs backwards. “See ya there!” He turns and runs towards the pit. And you step up to your spot in line, confused, but a little excited.

As expected, your college’s team wins with an easy victory, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Jimin yells into the mic about the party, and the football team disappears into the pit. You try to follow, to try and get a conversation with Jeongguk and congratulate him, but you’re swept away by the rush of people getting out of the stands and into the carpools to Seokjin’s party. Sighing, you give up and hitch a ride with some girls from your math class to the house.

It’s a huge mansion, the frat house, and is already booming with music and drunken people are dancing lewdly when you enter. It’s your third time at a party like this, and you recall why you haven’t forced yourself to come again to something like after the second. Parties like this weren’t your thing, and you hated how hot and claustrophobic it felt and how loud these things were.

But you tack on a smile as you see the football boys getting out from their trucks in the parking lot a few minutes later, freshly showered and greeting the guests with handshakes and loud cheers. Before you can spot Jeongguk though, Wonho, from earlier jogs up to you with a wide smile.

You can’t help but feel a tiny bit cautious around him, something about him was so off-putting. But he greets you politely, and smiles as he maneuvers you away from the entrance of the house and towards the kitchen. You look back to try and catch a glimpse of Jeongguk, but he’s quite insistent, so you let him guide you away. Leaning against the bar, he asks, “So how are you liking the party.”

You bite your lip as you eye the dance floor and the overflowing drinks. “Um, I just got here so...” He notices your hesitation and smiles, “Well, then you gotta drink!” Ignoring your protests, he walks away from the counter, claiming to grab you a drink. You watch him leave with a pout, wanting to just go find Jeongguk.

You sit down on a stool, observing your surroudings. The large living room has been converted into a dance floor, the DJ on the second floor bouncing along with the crowd to a loud beat that’s ringing in your skull. You can see couples giggling and jogging up the steps to hide away in one of the countless rooms, or making out furiously in the corners. In the dining room, there are boys who are chanting, “Drink drink drink!” at the new frat boy recruits, holding the poor kids above their heads as they stick a tube into his mouth and force him to chug the bag of beer. On the dining table, some people are doing body shots. You cringe as in the den you can see some guys whipping off their shirts and girls giggling as they remove theirs too in a game of strip poker.

Was this the kind of world that Jeongguk enjoyed when he wasn’t hanging out with you? You frown as people elbow you and bump into you as they drunkenly stagger towards the dance floor, regret rising in you as you strain your neck to see where Jeongguk is. But he’s nowhere to be found.

Actually, he’s sitting in the living room, in a corner where a few couches are clustered, sipping on his drink as he boredly ignores the chatter of the annoying girl next to him. He shakes off her arm when she gets too close, and rolls his eyes when she leaves with a huff. Jimin notices and plops down next to him. “Bro, you feeling better after the game?”

Jeongguk finishes off his cup with a glare. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin is drunk, clapping Jeongguk on the shoulder. “Well, you won, and Y/N was there to see it and all!”

Jeongguk whips his head to him. “What did you say?”

Jimin laughs again, too drunk to see his mistake. “I invited her to the game since you were too much of a little dramatic pussy to actually invite her yourself. She wore your jersey and everything!”

Jeongguk stood up, knocking Jimin off his balance. “Where is she?” But Jimin was too drunk to respond, and passed out against the couch.

“What the fuck?!” He grits out, grabbing his hair in frustration. There was a reason why he didn’t invite you to these things. It was because he didn’t want you to see how dirty these things were, and definitely after hearing what Shownu said the other day, didn’t want you fifty fucking feet near another football player.

Yugyeom, one of the nicer boys from the team pipes up from the corner. “I think she’s here, Jeongguk.” He says lowly, and Jeongguk gapes. “How the fuck did she get here?”

Yugyeom shrugs. “Not sure, but I saw her in the kitchen with Wonho hyung.”

“Fuck!” Jeongguk surges up and out of the living room with a start, and storms into the kitchen. He sees Wonho leaning into you with a smirk and offering you a cup and he runs up and knocks the red thing out of your hand before you can lift it up to your lips.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He seethes at you, and he hates how his gut clenches at your face that splits into a bright smile like a fucking thousand christmas lights. “Jeongguk!” You exclaim, as he surprises you. “Uh, Wonho here invited me.”

He turns to the smirking older male. Stepping up to him, he snarls, “You do anything to her, I’ll fucking kill you.” Wonho eyes the drink on the floor with a smirk and Jeongguk realizes with anger that the bastard had probably spiked the drink in order to win the bet. Glaring up at the male, he grabs his collar and growls, “I swear to god, you and Shownu better call off that fucking bet right now or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say anything with that dirty little mouth of yours.”

You jump up and grab onto Jeongguk’s arm, trying to pry him off of Wonho. “Jeongguk! Jeongguk, stop, it’s not a big deal! He was just being nice!”

Wonho just sleazily smiles and yanks Jeongguk’s hands off of him. “Hear that? I was just showing her around. No need to get your panties in a twist man.” Patting his collar off, he assures the collecting crowd that everything was okay before winking at you and walking towards the cheerleaders. Jeongguk tenses up and pulls you behind him when he winks, and when Wonho disappears out of sight, turns to you with a glare. He sees you wearing his jersey, and wonders how the fuck that fell into your hands and how fate had messed up and dragged you straight into the trap that he was dreading on you witnessing.

He grabs your wrist, ignoring the way you look up at him in slight fear, and drags you outside, where it’s decently quiet, away from prying eyes.

“Ow, Jeongguk, let go!” You hiss as he finally lets go of your hand. You cradle it to you, the skin there red from his tight grip. He’s angry, and you’re not exactly sure why.

“What’s your problem? You’re the one who invited me here and you’re acting like a little ass right now!” You yell, tears pricking your eyes.

He visibly softens at the sight and steps up to try and comfort you. “Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t me. One of the hyungs sent the text to you as a joke and dropped off my jersey to fool around with me.”

Your heart sank at the words. He was angry because he didn’t want you here, didn’t want people like you mixing in with his friends. He watches as your expression falls and realizes how you misunderstood his words.

“W-wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that, wait,” He reaches out for your hand again, but the angry tears are already falling and you wipe them away with your hand before glaring up at him. You whip off the jersey, leaving you in only your white t-shirt and tearily croak out, “No, Jeongguk, I get what you mean.” and turn away and run down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. He catches the jersey and groans as he turns to run after you, but suddenly the music gets louder and his teammates rush him.

They lift him up on their shoulders and throw him around, “Cheers to the quarterback! Drink! drink, drink!” They shove a shot into his hands and cheer as Jeongguk downs it, but by the time he comes back out and looks for your figure, you’re gone, the bus stop empty.

What he doesn’t know is that while you were waiting at the bus stop, you were waiting for him too. One word, one action, and you were ready to apologize. But then you’re hugging yourself as the weather gets a little too cold, and someone walks up to you.

“Well, isn’t it Y/N? The bitch that’s been dragging our Jeongguk-ie around on a leash.” You look up to see Jennie and her posse of girls glaring at you in their cheerleading outfits.

You stand up, frowning. “Excuse me?”

Jennie rolls her eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me, bitch. You call him your best friend and always try to get him to go on your little food truck dates. The entire school knows by now. What a joke.” Her friends titter as she smirks and continues, crossing her arms.

“Let me warn you. Stay the fuck away from him. You know he’s been missing out on some of the parties because of you? And because of that he’s also been missing out on getting to know the team and the cheer squad. And it’s all because of your stupid little dates and you dragging him to the library. Give him some space, and stop making his life into a little charity event.” With that, she turns on her heel and walks away. The bus pulls up with a screech, and you clamber on, numb and still reeling in shock.

You plop down on the seat, exhausted, and curl up in the corner and try to press yourself into as small of a ball as you can manage. Because the tears were coming, and this time, there was no one to hug you and make them go away.

Jeongguk wakes up again, recognizing the guest bedroom of the frat house, groaning as he rubs his eyes. It was 4 AM, and next to him a girl was passed out. With a glance at her face, he recognizes her as Rose, one of the girls from Jennie’s friend group and groans, realizing that this was going to cause ten times more drama than he wanted. Rolling out of bed, he grabs his clothes, a can of beer, and his phone and runs out, stepping over sleeping bodies and puddles of beer to get out of the house.

Last night was a mess. After you left, he threw himself into the alcohol, unable to man up enough to give you a call or even get in a taxi and try to find his way home, where he knows you’ll be. Because despite wanting to reach out and hug you close and reassure you that he’ll never hurt you again, is the nagging reality that literally, good girls like you deserved so much more than bad boys like him.

So he digs his hands in his pockets against the cold breeze and begins briskly walking towards home. By the time he reaches the area, the sun has begun rising and he swigs back the drink and stumbles up the stairs towards your apartment.

He collapses against it, forehead against the cool metal of your door, and bangs on it, yelling your name.

After his drunken antics, two girls open the door, that he recognizes through his haze as Jihyo, your close friend, and Nayeon, your roommate. They glare at him with squinted eyes, clearly having been woken up by his fuss.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jihyo hisses. She makes a move to shut the door, but Jeongguk grabs the handle and yanks it back. “Please,” he mutters, “I need to see her.”

Nayeon shakes her head. “She hasn’t been able to sleep all night because of you. Don’t you think it’s right to give her a little space?” When he doesn’t respond, she tries to close the door again but he slumps against the frame, croaking, “Please, please.” When they don’t budge and just glare down at him, he begins yelling drunkenly into the hall behind them. “Y/N?! Y/N! Please, please, let me explain myself!”

Jihyo and Nayeon try to wrestle the door from him, and you emerge, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He stops and freezes when he sees you, and you walk up to him, and your friends disappear into the bedrooms to give you some spac.

“What do you want, Jeongguk?” You whisper, and his heart sinks at the way your voice quivers.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to let you see me like that there,” he mumbles, still reeling from the drink. “I never invited you cause I didn’t want them to make bets on you,” he slurs, and you frown.

“Jeongguk, what are you even saying?”

He groans, slumping against the doorway. “’m just really scared of loosing you, that’s all...I really, you’re really m’ best friend ‘nd I like--” he slumps completely, and you scramble forward to catch him. Groaning under his weight, you steady yourself and call out to Jungyeon, and together, you both manage to shove him into the elevator and walk him to his apartment before letting him collapse onto the couch. He groans and mumbles your name and turns over, and you straighten up, glaring down at him with nothing to say.

Jungyeon groans, “I swear I’m gonna fucking neuter him if he even comes across my sight again. You don’t deserve to be hurt like this, Y/N.” At the last thought, the water works begin and large tears roll down your cheeks. She coos, “Aww, Y/N,” and holds you to her as you sob again, unsure of how to feel. She guides you out the door and tucks you into your own bed, watching as you cry yourself to sleep for the second time that night. Looking at the time, it was already way too early in the morning to go back to sleep, so she shakes Jihyo up and storms out of the house with a glare of determination.

“Okay, spit it out Park Jimin,” she snaps, crossing her arms at the frightened boy. “Or else I’ll literally grab the scissors over there in the cashier’s cup and jam it down your crotch.” Jimin glances nervously at the said cup and shakingly crosses his legs, cupping his family jewels.

“W-what’s going on?”

Jihyo rolls her eyes. “Oh, you know what’s going on. Why did you prank Y/N like that? We know you sent her the text with Jeongguk’s phone.”

He recalls the incident and winces. “Oh shit, my bad. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.”

Jihyo glares, leaning forward with a glare. “My bad? My bad is what you say when you come and go to sleep before I even get a chance to take my pants off. My bad is what assholes like you say when you make a tiny mistake, not screw someone’s entire reputation and life over!”

He holds his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay! Jeez, you’ll never let me live down that moment ever, won’t you?” Sighing, he leans forward. “I only sent that text to her because Jeongguk was being a little pussy. He clearly likes Y/N.”

Jungyeon stops, “Huh?”

Jimin nods, “He got really mad when Shownu and Wonho made a bet on who can get into a nerd’s pants first. So when Shownu asked Jeongguk to set him up with Y/N, he flipped.”

Jungyeon curls her lip in a sneer. “You guys are literally, so disgusting.”

Jimin nods sheepishly. “Well, I wasn’t part of it, so...yeah. But anyways, Jeongguk really likes her but he mentioned that he can’t make a move because he doesn’t want her to get a bad reputation from him. Did you guys say something to him that made him think like that?”

Jihyo frowns, “Uh...well like we do tell her that she deserves better than him, like, practically everyday.”

Jimin groans. “Of course you do. And you literally convinced him to back off from Y/N, when all of us know that they really like eachother.”

Jungyeon and Jihyo exchange guilty looks. “Well,” Jungyeon pipes up, “Jeongguk isn’t really doing a great job of convincing us he can treat Y/N better otherwise, so, there’s that!”

Jimin shakes his head. “Trust me, he’s a really good kid. It’s just that when he’s with the team, the older guys sort of pressure him to drink and go get girls and it just sort of happens.” He shrugs, “That’s the entire environment of the team. But trust me, Jeongguk is one of the more conservative ones and has started sleeping around less with anyone since he started hanging out so much with Y/N. The whole Jennie thing was a mistake. He does it often when he gets stressed out or mad.”

Jihyo sighs, “You can’t expect us to think a guy like that is okay for our friend, do you?”

Jimin shakes his head. “You know, I can’t convince you that he’s good enough for Y/N. Cause to be honest, from what I’ve seen, she’s a great girl and practically no one I know is good enough for her.” Your friends nod in agreement. “But what you have to do is trust her, that she likes Jeongguk for a reason and keeps him around for a good reason.”

They exchange looks as they nod slowly, uncrossing their arms.

“Hey, Y/N,” someone calls out, and you break out of your thoughts while sitting alone at the library. It felt too empty and cold there to get any work done anyway. When you catch sight of Jimin coming your way you sigh and turn back to your work.

“Woah, hey, hey. Please just give me a listen. Let me explain myself.”

You turn to him with a tired expression. “Explain what?”

He sits down, facing you with a solemn expression. “I-I just wanted to apologize.”

You lift your eyebrow and he continues. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like a prank. Jeongguk had just been moping around all day and not confronting his feelings for you and so I just wanted to help him out a little. I had no idea he wouldn’t notice you were at the game, and no idea you would come to the party.”

You run a hand through your hair. “I don’t really care about the text thing Jimin. I’m angry because of how Jeongguk acted at the party and how he’s just treating me like I don’t belong.”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t you understand? You don’t belong.” He raises a hand to stop you from cutting in as he continues, “You’re so much better and kinder and smarter than all of us, and people like us don’t deserve to hang out with girls like you. That’s why, Y/N, that’s why he didn’t want you to come to the party, because guys like Wonho were betting on who could get you into bed the fastest.”

“Th-they did what? A bet?!” You stutter, your breath coming out in short gasps.

He nods, “Yeah. They’re the seniors on our team so no one really says anything about it but they’re really douchebags.”

You think to how oddly nice Wonho was to you and scoff. They were really trashy human beings.

He leaves with a final statement. “Trust me, Jeongguk cares for you. But sometimes, people like you deserve better, so people like us try to stay away.”

Jeongguk stares down at the jersey in his hands, it still smelling slightly of your natural scent, and he fists the material as he grits his teeth. He missed you like crazy. Jimin had woken him up this morning and told him what chaos he made at 4 AM in the morning at your house and Jeongguk was so fucking pissed because even if he tried to, he couldn’t stay away from you.

“C’mon team, let’s go!” The coach yells and whistles and Jeongguk shrugs on his original game jersey on with a grimace, pulling on his helmet and mouthguard. He jogs out with his team, the stands erupting in cheers as the team runs out.

The team huddles and the coach reads out instructions for their plan of attack. Jeongguk was on the offense again this time as the quarterback. He zones out a bit as they yell coordinates, and Jimin pats him on the back.

“Hey, Jeongguk, you okay?”

He shakes his head, and Jimin pats his helmet. “Hey, do your best okay? She’s here.” He jogs away as Jeongguk whips off his helmet and mouthguard, and he turns around and scans the bleachers filled with people.

But there are too many people in the stands, and he can’t find you and his coach yells his name before he can jog over to see where you are.

You watch him from the sidelines, a hat stuffed over your eyes as you watch him hesitate as his eyes scan the bleachers. You duck your head even further until he runs off and joins his team and look back at him, the blaring 58 zipping across the field to take center position. Jimin had told you that Jeongguk was avoiding you because he felt like he wasn’t good enough, and if he was telling the truth, you were here to give Jeongguk one last chance.

All you wanted was some honesty. Because he probably had no idea how much you loved him, and how much you were willing to forgive everything he had done as long as he was willing to work with you.

Your mind wanders as the game progresses, drowning out the cheers and screams from the stands. You pick at the holes on your jeans as you watch the game progress, and get up to grab a drink. You step down the metals steps and slowly make your way to the concession stand, making sure to keep your cap low over your eyes.

Suddenly, a hand grabs you and whirls you around. You gasp in surprise as you spin around to see Wonho smirking down at you.

“Going somewhere?” He sleazily grins down at you, scanning your body shamelessly.

You yank your wrist out of his hand and face him with as fierce of a glare as you can muster. “Get the fuck away from me Wonho,” you hiss.

“Ooh, feisty,” he mewls, an arm slipping around your waist.

But you grab it and crack his fingers towards his wrist, and he yelps with a growl, and tries to get out of your grip, when you kick him right in the crotch. Jeongguk had once taught you to aim there in self defense. He groans and falls to his knees, clutching at his balls. “What the actual fuck,” he groans and glares up at you. You glare at him, and grab your drink and walk away with a smirk. “If I ever catch you doing shit like those stupid ass bets again on other women, I’ll quick you so hard you’ll never be able to fuck again.”

You walk out to the bleachers, expecting to see the game proceeding as usual, but no players are out running and are huddled at the corner of the field. You tap a girl who’s whispering with her friends. “Hey, I’m sorry, what happened?”

“Jeon Jeongguk got hurt!” She exclaims, pointing at the huddle. “The other quarterback ran into him really hard and he’s not getting up.

You drop your drink as you sprint towards the middle, but the fence prevents you from from running onto the field. You watch desperately as players and medics scurry around Jeongguk.

“Is it a concussion, coach?” One of the players asks.

The medic shakes his head. “I don’t think so. But I have no idea why he’s suddenly so weak.”

Jimin scrambles down and pats Jeongguk’s cheek. “Hey! Get up! Y/N is here! You can’t give up right now!” Jeongguk opens his eyes and pants heavily. Jimin helps him sit up, “There you go, she’s right there!” He points towards you and you watch as they yell something at Jeongguk before helping him up and point at you. You’re confused because you can’t hear anything, but Jeongguk nods at whatever Jimin yelled and gets up slowly, grabs a drink, and then faces you.

Everything stops, when he finally sets his sight on you, and he can see the worry on your face from halfway across the field. You’re gripping onto the fence and straining to see him. He musters up his courage, ignoring the way he was winded when the other quarterback slammed a bit too hard. But he was okay, and seeing you made everything even better. He smiles, and waves at you, and you burst into tears at the sight, relieved that he’s okay.

With that, he turns and grabs his helmet, his members encouraging him as he joins once again on the field.

He leans down, hands coming down to grip the grass. He remembers how you looked at him, desperate to see if he was okay. Jimin grunts out something, “Go get her, Jeongguk!” And begins yelling out instructions for the team. “Alright, 62, hike!”

“Right right right!” “Lets...go!” “Hold your block, hold it!” “Go!”

The whistle blows and the players rush at each other as the timer begins. Jeongguk grunts as he runs with the ball straight towards the goal post, and players jump and fall behind him, trying to grab his tail. His linebackers slam into the other boys, their shoulders slamming against shoulder pads and grunts echoing across the field.

He yells as he strains his legs to run as fast as he can, the time ticking as the game draws to a close in a few seconds. Grunts and yells echo behind him, but he can’t think of anything else as he runs and runs towards the two yellow bars in front of him. He tumbles as he runs past the white line on the grass, and the bleachers erupt in cheers as he makes it past the yard line the moment the clock buzzes 0.

But he drops the ball and doesn’t stop running, making a U-turn from the end of the field to come running straight to the bleachers. His teammates yell out for him, jogging after him towards the bleachers, but he doesn’t stop, because he has his sights on you.

He whips off his helmet, and finds you behind the fence, which he hops without a blink, and waits until he’s in front of you. You’re looking up at him with trembling lips and teary eyes, and he smiles down at you, you’re seriously the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He runs the last few steps and grabs you by the waist, lifting you clear off the stands and pressing you to his body. You begin crying, blubbering as he spins you and sets you down on the dirt of the field and leans down to hug you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from collapsing and another pressed on the middle of your back, pressing your chest to his.

And he sets you down, ignoring the whoops and hollers behind him. He cradles your cheek in his hand, leaning down to smile at you. You blubber, “Are you okay? You’re feeling okay? Jeon Jeongguk, I swear you had me worried sick I thought-”

He smiles and whips off your cap, swoops down, interrupting your crying, and presses his lips hard against yours. You gasp into the kiss as he swipes past your lips, moving his lips against yours with desperation and joy and happiness. He grits against your lips, his smile so wide he can’t kiss you properly. “I like you, Y/N. No, I think I love you. And I’ve been so stupid because I don’t deserve you. But I also don’t ever want to see you walk away from me again. I’m gonna fight for you.”

You smile up at him, tears still streaming down. “A-are you sure?”

He smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in another breathtaking kiss.

“I’m so sure.”

It’s the night of your one-year anniversary with Jeongguk, the first week of senior year, and you’re currently at his house to work on a group project together.

Correction: you’re currently making out with your boyfriend on his couch, the assignment forgotten on the kitchen table.

He groans as you perch on his lap and peck his lips teasingly, his hands coming up to grab your waist as a warning. You giggle and hold his cheeks as you lean down to press your lips hard against his, dipping your tongue against his lower lip and then nipping at it, earning another warning. “Y/N...”

You smile as you wrap your arms around him, and situate yourself a little more comfortably on his lap, while, is currently trying his hardest not to spring up a boner at the feeling of you wiggling your ass into his lap. His hands are on your waist though, and his body betrays him because he subconsciously digs his fingers into the small of your waist and presses you closer against his chest. He practically melts at how soft you are and how warm you feel against him, and tries to hold himself back. Even though it’d been a year since you’d made it official, and a blissful year at that, he’d been careful on how far you two went. He knew you had boundaries that you were careful about, and never wanted you to feel pressured into taking your relationship a bit further.

But with the way you kissed him and pressed your breasts to his chest and wiggled your hips against his crotch, his dick was saying otherwise.

“Fuck, Y/N, if you keep this up, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he groans as he distracts himself by kissing down your jaw, licking hesitantly at the crook near your ear, making you sigh above him.

You hesitate, thinking about how hard you thought about regarding taking your relationship with Jeongguk further. You were still a little scared, because you’d initially wanted to take it to the next step a while ago, but you also wanted to go slow. And on this night, when the moon was high up in the air and some stupid episode of some TV show was blaring in the background of his house, you were way, way too much in love with this man underneath you to think about anything else. It was the perfect moment.

You lean down, kissing him desperately. He groans again, and you detach from him, smiling down at him and thumbing his swollen lips and giggling at his blushing cheeks and overblown pupils.

“I-I think I’m ready.”

“W-What?” If possible, his eyes get even wider and his cheeks blush scarlet red as he gapes up at you.

“I love you, Jeon Jeongguk.” His hand comes up to swipe your hair away from your face, and he smiles. “I love you too. Are you sure?”

You lean down and wrap your arms around him, smiling as he lifts you up and carries you towards his bedroom.

In this moment, when his arms are around you and you’re in just your pajamas and he in his, everything feels so right.

“I’m so sure.”

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The New Moon brings Delightfully Dark Nights - Perfect for Looking at Lyra’s Lights!

(Above: This image of the Ring Nebula in Lyra was produced by combining images from the Hubble Space Telescope with infrared data from the ground-based Large Binocular Telescope in Arizona. In the image, the blue color represents helium; the green, oxygen; and the red, hydrogen. hubblesite.org)

Hello, Late Summer Stargazers!

Here are your Astronomy Skylights for the week of August 25th, 2019 by Chris Vaughan. Feel free to pass this along to your friends and send me your comments, questions, and suggested topics. I repost these emails with photos at http://astrogeoguy.tumblr.com/ where all the old editions are archived. You can also follow me on Twitter as @astrogeoguy! Unless otherwise noted, all times are Eastern Time. Please click this MailChimp link to subscribe to these emails.

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The Moon and Planets

This is the favorite week of the lunar month for skywatchers worldwide. The nights between Last Quarter and the New Moon are delightfully dark, and the mild temperatures will entice you outside to see the sights. Here are your Skylights!

The moon will begin the week as a pretty waning crescent that rises in the wee hours among the stars of Gemini (the Twins). That late-rising moon will remain visible during the daylight hours – well into the afternoon, in fact. Low in the east-northeastern sky, just before dawn on Wednesday morning, the delicate crescent of the old moon will land on the outskirts of the large open star cluster known as the Beehive and Messier 44 in Cancer (the Crab). The best viewing time will occur between about 4:30 and 5:30 am local time. If you place the moon in your binoculars, the cluster’s stars will be sprinkled below the moon (or above it, if you live south of the equator).

(Above: Two views of the old crescent moon’s encounter with the Beehive open star cluster aka Messier 44 in Cancer on Wednesday morning, shown here at 5:30 am local time.)

You can look for the very slim moon sitting low in the eastern sky before sunrise on Thursday morning. On Friday morning at 6:37 am EDT, the moon will reach its new moon phase. When new, the moon is travelling between Earth and the sun. Since sunlight is only reaching the far side of the moon, and the moon is in the same region of the sky as the sun, the moon will be completely hidden from view - from Earth.

The moon’s 27.32-day orbit around Earth is not circular, but elliptical – causing the moon to vary in distance by up to 6% (closer and farther) from the average Earth-moon distance of 385,000 lm. (That variation is responsible for producing occasional “supermoons”.) Because the moon’s closest approach to Earth (perigee) will occur only 5.5 hours after the moon’s new phase, the combined gravitational tugs of the sun and moon pulling from the same direction in space will generate large tides on Earth for several days.

The moon moves across the sky at a pretty high rate of speed – shifting by its diameter every hour. The fresh, young crescent moon will re-appear, low in the western evening sky after sunset, on Saturday evening. If you miss it, try again on Sunday, when the higher and thicker crescent will sit a fist’s diameter to the right (celestial northwest) of the bright star Spica in Virgo (the Maiden) before setting at about 9:30 pm local time.

(Above: On Sunday evening, September 1, the pretty, young crescent moon will appear low in the western post-sunset sky, to the right of the bright star Spica, as shown here at 8:35 pm EDT.)

Jupiter will continue to be the brightest object in the evening sky this week. As the sky begins to darken, look for the giant planet sitting less than a third of the way up the southern sky. Hour by hour, Jupiter will sink lower – then set in the west just after midnight local time. Jupiter is spending this summer above Scorpius (the Scorpion), in the southern part of Ophiuchus (the Serpent-Bearer). I described Ophiuchus, which resembles a huge Dalek from Doctor Who, here.

On a typical night, even a backyard telescope will show you Jupiter’s two main equatorial stripes and its four Galilean moons - Io, Europa, Callisto, and Ganymede looking like small white dots arranged in a rough line flanking the planet. If you see fewer than four dots, then some of them are in front of Jupiter, or hidden behind it. Good binoculars will show the moons, too!

(Above: The bright planets Jupiter and Saturn will continue to dominate the evening sky this week, as shown here at 9 pm local time. The distinctive Teapot and Scorpion are below the planets.)

Over the next few nights, Jupiter will be passing very close to a dim, fuzzy patch of stars - a globular star cluster named NGC 6235 (from the New General Catalogue of deep sky objects). This collection of several hundred thousand stars, arranged by their mutual gravity into a densely packed sphere, is one of many such objects known to orbit our Milky Way galaxy. It is located 38,000 light years away from our solar system! When you see it, you are looking into the distant past. The light from those stars began traveling towards us around the time that Neanderthals died out! Jupiter is overwhelmingly bright compared to the cluster, so try hiding Jupiter just beyond your optics’ field of view. Remember that most telescopes will flip the view around - so check both to the left and right of the planet.

From time to time, the small, round, black shadows cast onto Jupiter’s surface by those four Galilean moons become visible in amateur telescopes as they cross (or transit) Jupiter’s disk. On Wednesday night from dusk to 9:30 pm EDT, observers in the Americas can watch Io’s small shadow transit Jupiter - with the Great Red Spot! On Thursday night from dusk to 9:40 pm EDT, observers in the Americas can watch Ganymede’s shadow transit the northern hemisphere of Jupiter.

Due to Jupiter’s rapid 10-hour rotation period, the Great Red Spot (or GRS) is only observable from Earth every 2nd or 3rd night, and only during a predictable three-hour window. The GRS will be easiest to see using a medium-sized, or larger, aperture telescope on an evening of good seeing (steady air). If you’d like to see the Great Red Spot in your telescope, it will be crossing the planet on Monday evening from dusk to 10 pm EDT, on Wednesday night from 8:40 pm (in twilight) until 11:45 pm EDT, on Friday from 10:20 pm until Jupiter sets, and on Saturday after dusk.

Yellow-tinted Saturn is prominent in the southern evening sky, too - but it is less bright than Jupiter. The ringed planet will be visible from dusk until almost 2:30 am local time. Saturn’s position in the sky is just to the upper left (or celestial east) of the stars that form the teapot-shaped constellation of Sagittarius (the Archer). To find Saturn, look about 3 fist diameters to the left (east) of Jupiter. The Milky Way is between them.

Dust off your telescope! Once the sky is dark, even a small telescope will show Saturn's rings and several of its brighter moons, especially Titan! Because Saturn’s axis of rotation is tipped about 27° from vertical (a bit more than Earth’s axis), we can see the top surface of its rings, and its moons can arrange themselves above, below, or to either side of the planet. During this week, Titan will migrate counter-clockwise around Saturn, moving from the right of Saturn tonight (Sunday) to the upper left of the planet next Sunday. (Remember that your telescope will flip the view around.)

Tiny, blue Neptune will rise at dusk this week, and then it will climb the eastern sky until it reaches its highest point, due south, at about 2:20 am local time. The planet is among the stars of Aquarius (the Water-Bearer), sitting less than half a finger’s width to the left (celestial east) of a medium-bright star named Phi (φ) Aquarii. Both objects will appear together in the field of view of a telescope. Neptune is actually moving slowly toward that star and will “kiss” it in early September.

(Above: The ice giant planets Uranus and Neptune will soon become evening targets. this view shows them at 11 pm local time.The asteroid labeled (15) Eunomia at upper right is a little bit dimmer than Neptune, but within reach of backyard telescopes.)

Blue-green Uranus will be rising in the east at about 10:30 pm local time this week; and it will remain visible all night long. Uranus is sitting below (celestial south of) the stars of Aries (the Ram) and is just a palm’s width above the head of Cetus (the Whale). At magnitude 5.8, Uranus is actually bright enough to see in binoculars and small telescopes, under dark skies – and it really does look blue! You can use the three modest stars that form the top of the head of the whale (or sea-monster in some tales) to locate Uranus for months to come – that’s because that distant planet moves so slowly in its orbit. To help you find it, I posted a detailed star chart here.

Bright and speedy little Mercury is very low in the east-northeastern pre-dawn sky – but it is descending sunward. Your best opportunity to see it comes early in the week in the minutes surrounding 6 am local time. Venus and Mars are out of action for now. They are snuggling up together in the sun’s glare.

August-September Stargazing Suggestions - Lyra

With the Moon out of the evening sky this week and evening darkness arriving a bit earlier, it’s a good time to tour the night sky.

(Above:The region around the zenith on late August and early September evenings, features the Summer Triangle and the constellations Lyra, the Harp, Cygnus, the Swan, and Aquila, the Eagle. The sky is shown for 10 pm local time.)

Once it’s dark, tilt your head back and look waaay up. Or set out a blanket, gravity chair, or chaise. Point your finger directly overhead. That’s the zenith - the point of the sky directly above you. During the night, various stars and constellations will pass through that patch of sky as the Earth’s rotation carries them from east to west. While objects occupy that position, they will always appear at their best. That’s because you are looking through the thinnest blanket of intervening air. (Light from objects near the horizon has to pass through as much as ten times more turbulent air – making the objects a blurry mess!)

In early evening in early September every year, the constellations of Lyra (the Harp), Cygnus (the Swan), Hercules, and Draco (the Dragon) occupy the zenith. Over the next weeks, we’ll tour them, pointing out some objects you can look at with binoculars and small telescopes. Up first is Lyra. In Greek mythology, Lyra was the musical instrument created from a turtle shell by Hermes and later used by Orpheus in his ill-fated attempt to rescue his lost love Eurydice from the underworld. We Canadian astronomers call Lyra the “Tim Hortons Constellation” because it contains both a doughnut and a double-double coffee!

Facing south and looking just to the lower right of the zenith, you’ll easily spot the very bright star Vega, also known as Alpha Lyrae - the brightest star in the constellation. Vega, the fifth brightest star in the entire night sky - partly because it is only about 25 light years away from us, and partly because it is a very hot, luminous star. The name Vega arises from the Arabic "Al Nasr al Waqi", or the "swooping eagle". Traditionally, the Lyre was pictured as being grasped in the talons of an eagle.

Vega is moving towards the Sun and will continually brighten over time, becoming the brightest star in the night sky a few hundred thousand years from now. Meanwhile, the wobble of the Earth’s axis will also cause Vega to displace Polaris as the northern Pole Star. That will happen around 14,500 AD. It was previously the pole star around 12,000 BC. This star is a star!

Vega is also the brightest, highest, and most westerly of the three beautiful, blue-white stars of the Summer Triangle asterism. Moving clockwise, Altair is about three fist widths below and to the left of Vega. Deneb, slightly dimmer than the other two, completes the large triangle at the upper left. The separation between Deneb and Vega is shorter, only 24°, or 2.5 fist widths.

Chinese culture celebrates a love story in which a Cowherd named Niú Láng (牛郎) is the star Altair. Long ago the Cowherd and his two children, (β and γ Aquilae, the stars that flank Altair) were separated from their mother Zhī Nǚ (織女) the "Weaving Girl" (Vega). She is now on the far side of the river, which is represented by the Milky Way. As the story goes, each year, on the seventh day of the seventh month of the Chinese lunisolar calendar, magpies make a bridge across the Milky Way - so that the family can be together again for a single night. Some astronomers believe that the magpies are actually Perseid meteors, which travel parallel to the Milky Way every August.

(Above: A close-up view of Lyra)

Look for a medium-dim star about a finger’s width to the left of Vega. A similarly dim star sits about a finger’s width below it. The three stars form a neat little triangle with Vega on the right. Binoculars or a small telescope will reveal that the triangle’s star to the left of Vega, designated Epsilon Lyrae, is actually a close pair of stars. A really good telescope will reveal that each of the pair of stars is itself a very close together pair! This quadruple star system, or “double-double”, is about 162 light-years from Earth. Even more interesting, each little pair is circling one another, and the two pairs may also be orbiting - in a neat little square dance that takes thousands of years to complete! And that’s your Tim Hortons coffee!

The other corner of our little triangle is the star Zeta Lyrae, and it, too can be split into a double star with binoculars. Both are white and one is slightly brighter than its partner. These stars are about 152 light-years away, and they themselves have partners that are too close together to split visually.

Zeta is also the top right star of a narrow, upright parallelogram about two fingers wide and four fingers tall that forms the rest of the constellation. Moving clockwise, we find Sheliak, Sulafat, and Delta Lyrae. Sheliak, meaning “Harp”, is the brightest of a tight little grouping of stars visible in a telescope. Sheliak itself has a close-in, dim partner that orbits the main star so that, every 13 days, the brighter star is blocked and the total brightness drops by a noticeable amount. This is called an Eclipsing Binary system.

Next, at the bottom of the parallelogram, sits Sulafat, meaning “Turtle”, and named for the shell forming the body of the Lyre. Sulafat is a hot, blue giant star located 620 light-years away. Similar in colour to Vega, Sulafat is much larger - an old star on its way to becoming an orange giant many years from now.

Finally, at the upper left of the parallelogram is Delta Lyrae. Sharp eyes and binoculars will easily reveal that this is yet another pair of stars – one blue (upper) and one red (lower). The two are not related - the blue star is several hundred light-years farther away than the red one. They just happen to appear close together along the same line of sight.

(Above: The famous Double-Double, also known as Epsilon Lyrae sits a finger’s width from the very bright star Vega in Lyra. This view simulates what a telescope will show.)

So, where’s our doughnut? Train your telescope midway between Sheliak and Sulafat, and look for the little, dim, grey smoke ring known as the Ring Nebula (also known as Messier 57). This little bubble of gas in space is the remnant of a dead star of a similar mass to our Sun. These common objects are called planetary nebulae because they exhibit a little round disk, like a planet. Finally, using binoculars or a telescope, sweep to the lower left the line that joins Sheliak to Sulafat. At about twice their separation (from Sulafat) is a Globular Star Cluster called Messier 56. It will appear as a dim fuzzy patch – a Timbit!

Let me know how your exploration of Lyra goes. There are lots of double stars in the constellation.

Public Astro-Themed Events

Taking advantage of dark, moonless evening skies this week, astronomers with the RASC Toronto Centre will gather for dark sky stargazing at Long Sault Conservation Area, northeast of Oshawa on (only) the first clear evening (Monday to Thursday) this week. You don’t need to be a RASC member, or own any equipment, to join them. Check here for details and watch the banner on their homepage or their Facebook page for the GO or NO-GO decision around 5 pm each day.

Every Monday evening, York University’s Allan I. Carswell Observatory runs an online star party - broadcasting views from four telescopes/cameras, answering viewer questions, and taking requests! Details are here. On Wednesday nights they offer free public viewing through their rooftop telescopes. If it’s cloudy, the astronomers give tours and presentations. Details are here.

On Tuesday, August 20, starting at 7 pm, U of T’s AstroTour planetarium show will be Grand Tour of the Cosmos. Find tickets and details here.

If the skies are clear on Thursday evening, September 5, local astronomers will set up their telescopes in Old Thornhill Village. This free event starts at 8 pm and everyone is welcome to come out for a look at the Moon, Jupiter and Saturn, and a variety of deep-sky treasures. The viewing location is Thornhill's very own “dark-sky oasis,” the Pomona Meadow - situated north of the cemetery on Charles Lane, and east of the Ukrainian Catholic Church of St. Volodymyr. Park for free at the church and just follow the paved path. The rain or cloud date is Thursday, October 3 at 7:00pm. Dress warmly, and we’ll see you there!

On Wednesday, August 28 at 6 pm at U of T’s Bahen Centre for Information Technology, 40 St George St, the Iranian Association at University of Toronto (IAUT) will present A Thousand Nights Under Stars - a lecture by science journalist and NatGeo photographer Babak Tafreshi. To register for this free event, click here.

The next RASC-hosted Night at the David Dunlap Observatory will be on Saturday, September 14. There will be sky tours in the Skylab planetarium room, space crafts, a tour of the giant 74” telescope, and viewing through the 74” and lawn telescopes (weather permitting). The doors will open at 8:30 pm for a 9 pm start. Attendance is by tickets only, available here. If you are a RASC Toronto Centre member and wish to help us at DDO in the future, please fill out the volunteer form here. And to join RASC Toronto Centre, visit this page.

This Fall and Winter, spend a Sunday afternoon in the other dome at the David Dunlap Observatory! On Sunday afternoon, September 15, from noon to 4 pm, join me in my Starlab Digital Planetarium for an interactive journey through the Universe. We’ll tour the night sky and see close-up views of galaxies, nebulas, and star clusters, view our Solar System's planets and alien exo-planets, land on the moon, Mars - and the Sun, travel home to Earth from the edge of the Universe, hear indigenous starlore, and watch immersive fulldome movies! Ask me your burning questions, and see the answers in a planetarium setting - or sit back and soak it all in. Sessions run continuously between noon and 4 pm. Ticket-holders may arrive any time during the program. The program is suitable for ages 3 and older, and the Starlab planetarium is wheelchair accessible. For tickets, please use this link.

Keep looking up, and enjoy the sky when you do. I love questions and requests - so, send me some!

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DHS officials were reluctant to undertake Trump's mass arrests, because they feared the "optics" of child separations would be brutal, the NYT reports.

One top official says Trump's tweet about the raids put ICE agents' safety at risk.

Trump Says He’ll Delay Deportation Operation Aimed at Undocumented Families

By Michael D. Shear and Zolan Kanno-Youngs | Published June 22, 2019 | New York Times | Posted June 23, 2019

WASHINGTON — President Trump on Saturday delayed plans for nationwide raids to deport undocumented families, but he threatened to unleash Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents in two weeks if Democrats do not submit to changes in asylum law they have long opposed.

The announcement, made on Twitter as Mr. Trump was meeting with aides at Camp David, was the president’s latest attempt to pressure his adversaries into making immigration changes. Last month, he threatened to levy tariffs on Mexico unless it did more to stop the flow of migrants into the United States.

Immigration agents had been planning to sweep into several immigrant communities in 10 major cities — including Miami, Los Angeles, Baltimore and Chicago — beginning on Sunday. Officials said on Friday that they had targeted about 2,000 families in a show of force intended to demonstrate their strict enforcement of immigration laws. Children of immigrants — some of whom were born in the United States — had faced the prospect of being forcibly separated from their undocumented parents.

Mark Morgan, the acting director of Immigration and Customs Enforcement, had announced this month that his agency would begin the raids at some point in the future. But on Monday, Mr. Trump revealed on Twitter that they would start the following week, claiming that officials would deport millions of people and sending panic through cities across the country.

The president’s abrupt reversal on Saturday came as lawmakers were considering a measure to send $4.5 billion in humanitarian aid to the border, money the Trump administration has said is desperately needed to handle a huge influx of migrants.

Some Democrats, including members of the Congressional Hispanic Caucus, had threatened to withhold their support for the funding package when it comes to a vote in the House this upcoming week, in protest of Mr. Trump’s immigration policies. The specter of high-profile immigration raids had risked imperiling its chances of passage.

The Senate has reached a bipartisan deal on a similar measure, though Democrats have conditioned their support on assurances that none of the money would go toward Mr. Trump’s threatened raids.

Democratic lawmakers and immigration activists had demanded in recent days that the raids be prevented, calling them a cruel attack on minority communities whose only crime was illegally entering the country.

Speaker Nancy Pelosi called Mr. Trump on Friday evening to persuade him to cancel the raids, according to a person familiar with the conversation who was not authorized to speak about it. During the 12-minute call, the president said he would consider doing so but made no commitments, the person said.

On Saturday, Ms. Pelosi put out a strongly worded statement, calling the raids “heartless” and saying they would rip families apart and terrorize communities. She publicly urged Mr. Trump to “stop this brutal action.”

The president did that a few hours later, announcing that “at the request of Democrats, I have delayed the Illegal Immigration Removal Process (Deportation) for two weeks.”

But Mr. Trump made clear he planned to use the threat of family deportations to extract concessions from Democratic lawmakers. He said he had delayed the raids “to see if the Democrats and Republicans can get together and work out a solution to the Asylum and Loophole problems at the Southern Border.”

“If not, Deportations start!” he tweeted.

Senator Lindsey Graham, Republican of South Carolina, has said he wants to work with Senator Dick Durbin, Democrat of Illinois, on a possible solution to asylum and other immigration issues. Mr. Graham introduced a bill that would radically revamp immigration policy, blocking many migrants from seeking asylum and loosening rules around detention. But the odds that a negotiation between the two senators will bear fruit are exceedingly slim.

Shortly after Mr. Trump’s tweet, Ms. Pelosi responded on Twitter, saying: “Mr. President, delay is welcome. Time is needed for comprehensive immigration reform. Families belong together.”

The president was not specific in his tweet about what changes he was demanding, but Mr. Trump has angrily denounced the country’s asylum laws as “stupid” and the “worst in the world.” He has claimed that releasing migrants and their families into the United States while they wait for their asylum cases to proceed amounts to the “catch and release” of dangerous criminals.

The coordinated deportation operation, scheduled to begin in the predawn hours of Sunday, would have targeted immigrants who crossed the border in recent years and either received deportation orders from a judge or failed to appear for a court appearance. They were among thousands of migrants who had their immigration cases expedited by the Trump administration last fall.

Deportation raids are not uncommon. ICE will often approach undocumented immigrants in their home, workplace or even in court to detain and deport them. But the scale of the raids that were expected to begin on Sunday was much greater, spanning several states over multiple days.

The raids also drew condemnation because ICE agents planned to specifically target adults with children, raising again the possibility that families would be separated. The Trump administration abandoned its policy of separating migrant families at the border after it incited global outrage.

On Friday night, the Guatemalan-Maya Center in Lake Worth, Fla., held an information session about immigration. Lake Worth, part of Palm Beach County, has for decades attracted Guatemalans who work in construction and agriculture as well as at resorts nearby. By Saturday, some undocumented immigrants had already gone underground to avoid arrest, having left their homes to stay with relatives or friends in other places. Others said they had prepared to hunker down and hope for the best.

“My family was shopping for the whole week today. We didn’t plan to go out all week,” said Jessi Zavala, 23, the American child of an undocumented Nicaraguan mother, who was working the cash register at World Thrift Store.

“My family was shopping for the whole week today. We didn’t plan to go out all week,” said Jessi Zavala, the American child of an undocumented Nicaraguan mother.CreditEve Edelheit for The New York Times

Candi Vasquez, 13, who was born in Florida to undocumented parents, said that she and her brother, Rudolfo, 8, were still frightened after hearing about the postponement.

“I am kind of happy,” Candi said. “But if it happens in two weeks I am still scared. I don’t want to lose my mom.”

The surge of Central American families crossing the border has infuriated Mr. Trump. Last month, more than 144,200 migrants were taken into custody at the border, the highest monthly total in 13 years. Border patrol facilities, built to house adults who would quickly be deported, are now packed with migrants, including children, who would usually be housed in shelters managed by the Health and Human Services Department. Those shelters have also been pushed beyond capacity.

Mr. Morgan, who won his job at ICE in part by pushing for aggressive deportations in appearances on Fox News, has said the new family raids were needed as a deterrent.

But in recent days officials within the Department of Homeland Security have fiercely debated whether to begin the operation, according to government authorities. Officials within the agency have been hesitant about the effort because of limited space in family detention facilities and the bad optics of separating undocumented parents from their children.

Mr. Trump’s tweet of the operation frustrated high-ranking ICE officials, including the deputy director, Matthew Albence, who expressed concern that the disclosure put agents’ safety at risk, a government official said.

One homeland security official said the operation could lead to “collateral deportations,” in which agents looking for certain individuals detain other undocumented immigrants who happened to be present nearby.

In a meeting with White House officials on Friday, Kevin McAleenan, the acting secretary of homeland security, pushed back against the planned raids, arguing that they would lead to family separations. He said he could achieve similar numbers over a measured deportation plan spanning four weeks.

Mayors of several cities, including Denver, Baltimore and San Francisco, vowed not to cooperate with immigration authorities.

On Saturday morning, Thomas Homan, the former acting director of ICE, went on Fox News to advocate the operations and criticize officials who were arguing against Sunday’s raid, including Mr. McAleenan.

“These mayors aren’t the only ones resisting ICE,” said Mr. Homan, whom Mr. Trump has chosen as border czar. (Mr. Homan has not yet accepted the position.) “You’ve got the acting secretary of homeland security resisting what ICE is trying to do.”

News of the delay spread quickly in immigrant communities on Saturday, as acute dread turned to confusion. In Lake Worth, the Rev. Frank O’Loughlin, who runs the Guatemalan-Maya Center, had tried to soothe anxieties that morning. “A lot of people are scared today,” Father O’Loughlin told immigrants who had gathered for an event. “Let everything else go. You and your children are here.”

Hours later, the priest heard that the raids had been postponed. “Wow. We are at the end of a yo-yo string,” he said. “It’s incomprehensible.”

Julie Hirschfeld Davis contributed reporting from Washington, Miriam Jordan from Lake Worth, Fla., and Maggie Haberman from New York.

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