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lettersfromaphrodite · 10 months

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― pairing : Felix x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, smut, friends to lovers, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, Felix gets into fights, thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) , unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 4.169

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

The loud ringing of your landline suddenly broke the peaceful silence of the quiet night, startling you and almost making you fall off the bed.

Rubbing your eyes in the desperate attempt to rub the drowsiness away as well, you turned on the light on your nightstand and, with sheepish steps, you walked towards the small wooden table supporting your house phone in the hallways.

“It’s 2am. Who could even call at this hour?” you thought as you absently glanced at the clock, the feeling of worry making its way in the back of your mind, due to your parents being away for the weekend. Could it be something happened to them?

«Hello?» you asked, fighting back a sudden yawn.

«Hey, buttercup.» a deep, strained voice with a thick australian accent greeted you.

«Felix?!» you whisper-yelled in shock, aware that, despite the surprise, you had to keep your voice down. You heard him quietly chuckle from the other line. «Lix, what happened?»

«Yeah, about that-» he suddenly interrupted his sentence with a groan, making you worry. «Could you come and pick me up?»

«Where are you?» you urged, ready to run back into your room, wear the first thing you find and run to him.

«I’m calling from the telephone booth, the one in front of the skateboard park.»

«I’ll be there as soon as possible, don’t move.» you quickly answered. «Felix, I’m serious.» you heard him chuckle again, and you ran back into your room, wearing a pair of jeans as you strode out of your house, grabbing your car keys along the way and not bothering to change your pyjamas shirt, but simply settled for wearing a jacket over it.

It was a spring night and the rain just stopped; no one would have been around to judge your fashion sense at 2am, anyways.

You drove through the empty streets as if you were being chased, reaching the position Felix told you over the phone in less than ten minutes, parking on the other side of the road from the telephone booth, and running towards the figure crouching down on the sidewalk with his head in his hands.

«Felix? Please don’t be dead-» you mumbled, kneeling in front of him and delicately wrapping your hand around his wrists. You saw Felix’s shoulder quietly shake in a small laugh.

«Relax, buttercup. I have a headache.» he raised his face to meet your gaze, and your eyes shifted in horror from his busted lip to the blood on his forehead.

«Again?!» you asked, a mixture of being annoyed and being worried transpared from your voice. Felix shrugged in response, and you simply shook your head in disbelief. You knew about your best friend’s stupid habit of getting into fights just for money, and you never approved it. However, you would still be the one to treat his wounds and scold him anytime he got hurt. «Let’s go home, you’re still bleeding.» you mumbled, reaching out to gently hold his chin, your eyes fixed on the blood escaping his lower lip. You helped Felix get up from the sidewalk, ignoring the hiss of pain that escaped his lips as you helped him draping his arm around your shoulders in order to support his weight. Judging from how he clinged himself to your frame, you quickly deduced that he would not have been able to walk to the car by himself.

You were both silent during the drive back; the radio was off, and you would furrow your eyes in concern anytime Felix hissed in pain at any bump the car made due to the uneven road, making you worry that he didn’t get out of the fight with just a busted lip and a scratch on his forehead.

«Thank you, buttercup.» his deep voice broke your uncomfortable silence.

«Felix, I’ve told you countless times that I’ll never support this stupid thing, it’s dangerous, too dangerous.» You sighed heavily, reaching out to hold the hand Felix kept on his thigh, ignoring the rough feeling of the dried blood on his knuckles pressing against the palm of your hand. «But I’m still your best friend, and you’re still an idiot.»

«Patch me up nice and pretty then, buttercup. » Felix reversed the position of your hands, so that it was him that now was tightly holding yours. «There’s another fight in four days.»

«I hope you’re fucking kidding me.» you scoffed, your grip on the steering wheel tightening until your knuckles grew white.

«Christopher.» you whispered, appearing out of nowhere in the small space between Chris and his locker, slightly startling the blonde boy. «I need your help.»

Chris sighed, «If it’s about Felix, I’ve placed all my hope and faith in you since long ago.» he briefly answered with a polite smile, before motioning you to move so that he could close his locker. With a dejected groan, you complied, your arms loose on your sides as you muttered unintelligible phrases.

«He doesn’t listen to me!» you complained, «I’m worried he’s gonna end up hurt. Badly hurt.»

«I have the perfect answer for you, doll: sex.» Chris winked at you, before you both greeted Changbin, which just joined the two of you.

«What are you talking about, Chris?! Felix is my best friend!» you whined, a furious blush spreading on your cheeks.

«Oh, I already know what we’re talking about.» Changbin acknowledged with a brief nod, making Chris chuckle in return. «Well, he’s right: you both sort out your feelings, no more fights, and everyone’s happy.» Changbin shrugged, before snaking his right hand in the pocket of his leather jacket.

«We grew up-»

«Together!» both boys cut your sentence off, finishing it for you in a mocking tone.

«Yeah, we know.» Chris sighed, playfully ruffling your hair. «Please, do something about it, tho. It’s sad to see the longing stares hidden behind you friendzone.»

«It’s not sad, it’s outrageous.» Changbin immediately chimed in, before the bell rang loudly, echoing in the almost empty hallways, urging you towards your next class.

Needless to say, you didn’t listen to your friends’ advice. The mere thought of imagining yourself and Felix in such an intimate act was enough to make you blush in embarrassment and make your heart beat faster. You and Felix met in kindergarten, and have been inseparable since then, spending basically everyday together. You were sure that if you closed your eyes, you could mentally recall and count all the freckles on Felix’s pretty face, due to all the time you had seen him up close or all the times you woke up next to each other.

During the years, you would also spend so much time at each other’s house that your parents considered Felix as part of the family and so did his parents with you.

Falling asleep in each other’s embrace, the lingering touches, all the hugs you shared, the nights spent being awake and talking about anything and everything while lying on the bed so close that your noses almost touched, Felix placing his chin on your shoulder as he embraced you from behind, you running to pick him up anytime he called just to patch him back up, ignoring your heart hammering its way out of his chest due to how worried you were - because of this stupid thing he got into, and Felix staring at you wordlessly, before kissing you on the forehead in a silent way to thank you… They were all friendly gestures, befriends do that all the time. Don’t they?

So, why did you feel so warm anytime you thought about Felix?

«I honestly can’t believe your timing,» you muttered, helping Felix walk in your living room as he was once again almost completely leaning on you. «You get hurt like this anytime my parents aren’t home.» You closed your front door by slamming it with your foot, as you turned on the lights and dropped your car keys on the small coffee table in the hallways, helping a whimpering Felix walk towards the living room.

Felix’s low chuckle came directly against your skin, since you were now helping him sitting on the couch. You shivered immediately, as you felt his soft breath on your bare collarbone, your mind picturing for a second how would it feel in another context.

«It’s my innovative way of flirting with you, buttercup.» he mumbled, briefly looking at you before leaning his head back. You blinked once, twice at him, wondering if he was joking. Your eyes slowly travelled on his firm body: Felix was now sitting on your couch with his head thrown back and his legs spreaded.

For a second, you wondered how would it feel to sit on his lap and kiss him until both your lips were swollen; you also wondered if Felix would be the kind of boy that tightly held your thighs rather than your ass while you were on top of him but, as quickly as these thoughts intruded in your brain, you forced them out by shaking your head. You made your way to the bathroom to get some towels and the first aid kit with hurried steps, hoping that your blush would disappear as soon as you would be back in the living room, and your heartbeat returned back to normal. “What was I even thinking?”

«Will you ever stop?» you whispered, ignoring Felix’s hiss of pain as the fluffy cotton ball drenched with disinfectant repeatedly brushed against his bloody knuckles. You were sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch – basically, between his spreaded legs.

Felix raised his head to glance at you, before throwing it back. «You know I’m not going to.» At his words, you pressed against his knuckles a little bit harder, and Felix’s breath hitched, before letting out a strained groan. «That stings!»

«Isn’t it a little late to think about that?» you scoffed, throwing the now bloody cotton ball in the small bin you carried along as you came back from the bathroom. «I really can’t understand you…» you mumbled, starting to envelope his knuckles with a white bandage.

«You keep being so reckless, and keep ignoring I get so incredibly worried for you every time.»

«Buttercup, nothing’s gonna happen.» Felix mumbled back with his deep strained voice, not bothering to lift up his head, since he was used to your continuous scoldings.

«Lix, be serious. What if something actually happens? What am I supposed to do?» with your eyes focused on the bandage, you didn’t notice Felix was now looking at you with a sad, affectionate smile on his lips. «Not everyone is honest like you. One day your opponent could show up with a brass knuckles and-»

«You’re not gonna lose me, silly.» he reached out with the other hand, to playfully flick at your forehead. «If I keep winning, I can keep taking you to cool places.» You knew Felix did not expect you would met his gaze with teary eyes; Felix sighed at the sight, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. «Okay, I’ll stop.» he mumbled, few moments later.

«Pinky promise?» you immediately said with a small voice, raising your pinky finger in mid-air. Felix let out a breathless laugh, before nodding and intertwining the pinky finger of his now bandaged hand with yours.

«Felix, I can’t treat your lip if you keep your head thrown back like that.» you whined, reaching out with your arm as far as you could to prove your point.

«Come sit on my lap, then.» Felix whisper reached your ears in a more sinful manner than he might have meant, and you froze on the spot. His voice was so deep it was almost illegal, and it definitely had no reason to affect you as it did. You realized you looked ridiculous as Felix met your gaze once again, but he simply scoffed, hiding his smile and adverting his gaze. «Please,» he added. «My side hurts if I’m not in this position.»

«Your side?!» you repeated, confused, as your hand lowered towards the hem of his white shirt with the intention of lifting it up, before he blocked your wrist in his tight grip.

«I’ll show you later, it’s nothing to worry about.» Felix raised his brow, and you fell silent, debating whether it would have been convenient to actually sit on your best friend’s lap since you were wearing a dress and you just had to use all your strength to prevent your brain from having an erotic fantasy about him less than an hour ago.

Felix mumbling a quiet «Come on.» was all you needed to break all your resolve and the resistance you might have made. Standing up and climbing on the couch, you carefully repositioned yourself on his lap, hovering on his crotch by levering yourself on your knees, careful not to press against his left side – no matter how much you asked, he only told you he got hurt on his left side but nothing more.

«Why are you suddenly so shy around me?» Felix lower lip brushed against your fingers, as you were about to press the cotton drenched with disinfectant against the bruise on his lower lip.

«I’m not shy.» you quickly brushed off, «I’m just worried.» You noticed Felix’s hands had quietly snaked around your waist only in the moment when he harshly pulled you downwards, making you fully sit on his crotch; you whimpered due to the unexpected rough gesture, and Felix’s low groan made you froze up once again.

“Don’t get horny imagining him moaning don’t get horny im-”

«This is what I meant, buttercup.» Felix’s voice was now at least an octave deeper, sending shivers on your spine; his hands travelled over your bare thighs, applying some pressure now and then as if he was trying to relax you with an innocent massage and he was not pressing you against his lap and looking at you in a teasing and seductive way. «Relax, it’s me.»

Perhaps, it was inevitable. Perhaps, somewhere in between all those hugs and affectionate gestures you both had a mutual understanding and acceptance about your feelings for each other. Perhaps, both of you only needed to realize it.

«I know it’s you.» you whispered. «It’s always been you, Lix.» Perhaps, it was just a matter of time for your lips to meet halfway in a soft, lingering kiss which the both of you had secretly and unconsciously been hoping for.

Felix’s lips were soft, despite the faint taste of blood still lingering on his lips; he hugged your frame against his, pressing your chests together as your lips moulded together. Despite the action being new and unfamiliar, you both felt like it was the most obvious and normal things to do. You’ve been loving each other for years, you both only needed to realize that all the pent up frustration was dictated by your feelings itching to be recognized as they really was, and not be hidden and forgotten in the friendzone box.

As Felix’s tongue ran flat over your lower lip, you silently whimpered, hugging his neck and tangling your hand in his hair to press him even further against you. Directly sitting on his cotch, you could feel him get harder under you through the fabric of his jeans as your kiss became more intense and somehow, desperate; your tongues met briefly but passionately, before Felix’s groan of pain made you quickly detach from each other’s hold.

«I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-»

«It’s okay, buttercup,» Felix smiled, closing his eyes as you immediately reminisced your actions of treating his lower lip with a blush on your face, a racing heart and a faint trace of blood on the side of your mouth, «I really wanted to kiss you.»

«Yeah, me too.» you mumbled back, as you leaned back in order to throw another dirty and fluffy ball of cotton in the bin.

«I noticed.» Felix chuckled, making both your bodies slightly shake. You sighed, pretending to be deeply offended by his sentence.

«You’re the one to talk, and yet, your boner is still pressed against my ass.» you purposely grinded on him to prove your point, loving how he jolted up as if he just touched a burning flame.

Eventually, Felix took off his shirt, and you hoped the dim light illuminating the living room wouldn’t expose too much the blush on your cheeks. You have seen Felix shirtless countless times, but tonight, the feeling of intimacy surrounding you had completely shifted, and you wondered how could you feel so riled up in such an unusual situation.

Still, those feelings were quickly replaced by another wave of pure concern as you saw the reason why Felix had been constantly hissing in pain. On his side, right under his ribs, was a wide purple and yellow bruise.

«Felix.» you warned, your fingertips hovering above the bruise which looked really painful.

«It’s okay, it was just a well-placed kick.» the boy quietly shrugged from under you.

«Felix?!» you repeated, alarmed.

«I promised, remember?» he reached out to wipe a strand of hair that fell in front of your face. «No more fights.» You nodded, believing and trusting him, and you leaned back to get a pain-relieving cream from your first aid box. Trying to be as delicate as possible, you slightly massaged Felix’s bruise, ignoring his quiet groans of pain and the goosebumps on his skin.

«There!» you said, lightly tapping his shoulder. «You’re done: all clean, patched up and ready to heal.»

There was something so surreal in the air, between you having just finished treating his wounds and the fact that the both of you had just kissed, quietly and implicitly confessing your feelings that couldn’t help but make the both of you erupt in soft, shy giggles.

Once again, you didn’t know who initiated the action first, but your lips inexorably found each other again, and again; you kissed paying attention to his wounded lip, and you made sure to muffle any and every soft moan coming from Felix’s lips with yours. It was just a matter of time for those tender and languid kisses to transform themselves in more passionate and rough kisses mixed with careful nibbles, and it was also just a matter of time for you to start grinding against each other in the desperate attempt to relieve the ache you both felt between your legs.

Felix was injured, anytime your thigh would brush against his side he would slightly hiss in pain – never actually detaching from your lips, so it was obvious that the two of you could not have sex for now; at least, not until he felt better. Still, you could still have fun in different ways.

Carefully balancing yourself on your legs, your kisses gradually travelled downwards as they followed the path that his freckles naturally drew on his skin; from Felix’s neck to his collarbones, to his chest, to his abdomen as you gradually climbed down the couch to finally kneel on the floor between Felix’s spreaded legs. You smiled to yourself anytime you would feel his muscles tense under your lips, or anytime you heard his soft moans in reaction the soft bites you left on his skin.

Chris and Changbin loved to tease you about it but honestly, you never thought you would actually switch from embarrassingly pushing your secret fantasies about Felix out of your head to kneeling in your living room as you were sucking on Felix’s dick, his jeans pooling around his ankles and his hands in your hair to keep it out of your face in make makeshift ponytail.

Felix’s voice was even lower and deeper; any moan he made directly reached your core due to how aroused and wet you were. You made sure to pay attention to the veins on his shaft, pressing against them with the tip of your tongue and following their path from the base of his length to the tip, before circling your lips around it. You learnt pretty quickly that even if Felix loved you so much to carry you on the palm of his hand, he was also kinds rough – the bare enjoying minimum, so that anytime your lips touched the base of his length, one of his hands would snake on your nape to keep you there, to enjoy the feeling of your throat clenching around him as you gradually relaxed and breathed through your nose. You also learnt that Felix had a huge passion for praising you; you had a small suspect as he would praise you over random things during the day but, now that you could fully enjoy his deep voice praising you as you made him feel good, well, you thought you could go crazy there and now because this just became your new addiction.

Felix came in your mouth as you were swirling your tongue on the tip, sucking on it as you moved your hand along his length, occasionally moving your wrist and applying some more pressure. The moan he made as he came was probably the definition of both sinful and holy, and it sent a new wave of wetness in your underwear; you swallowed his release, holding his gaze, and smiled to yourself once again as he rolled his eyes back before closing them with a low groan.

Honestly, you were somewhat embarrassed to be so wet and excited over a blowjob, but Felix was so loud and responsive that you just- «Well, buttercup,» Felix panted, interrupting your thoughts. «That was amazing.»

You laughed in disbelief as he lifted his bandaged fist in the air, waiting for you to bump yours against it. «I can’t believe you’re asking for a fist-bump after you just came in my mouth.» you said, as you complied to his request.

«It’s my innovative way to hype you up. And now,» Felix said, as he reached out to hold your wrists to help you up, making you straddle his right thigh. «I’ll show you my innovative way to make you come.»

It was messy; you lost your inhibitions as soon as your damp core was pressed against Felix’s muscular and firm thigh, a thin layer of wet cloth separating them. Felix reached out to kiss your neck, while his arms slid under your dress to hold your bare waist, setting the pace and making your hips move against his thigh. Your hands were tightly wrapped in Felix’s hair as you rode his thigh at the pace he wanted to, occasionally tensing his muscles so that you’d feel a different sensation rubbing against your clit.

«Lix, touch me, please.» You pleaded with a whine, feeling warmth pooling in your abdomen.

«I won’t.» Felix chanted, his tongue licking a long stripe on your neck. «Show me how much you want to come.» He said, harshly biting on the skin he had just licked, and you felt a shiver run along your body. Felix released his tight hold on your waist, letting you set the pace, one of his hands holding your ass and the one wrapping in your hair just to yank your head back and gain more access to the skin of your neck.

It did not take you much more time to come; especially since Felix started praising you once again as he left open mouthed kisses on your skin. With a strained whine, you came, relief spreading through all your body, as you clenched around nothing and completely aware that there was a stripe on Felix’s thigh that was most definitely coated with your wetness, and still, your main thought was about being impatient to finally feel Felix’s length pounding inside you.

Felix hugged you as you rested your head against his neck, panting and waiting for your heart to go back at a normal pace as you felt the sensation of the orgasm you just had lingering on your skin.

«Do you realize we’re literally the last ones who realized our own feelings?» Felix quiet voice came somewhere above your ear and you giggled, lifting your head to hold his gaze with a wide smile.

«Better late than never?» you tried, as you lifted your fist in mid-air. Felix’s hand, which was caressing your back, shortly stopped, and he watched you and disbelief before laughing.

«Better late than never, buttercup.» Felix smiled, and connected his bandaged fist with yours. «Let’s go and clean up, so we can go to sleep.» he added, reaching out to leave a soft peck on your lips.

Somehow, you managed to get it to the bedroom safe and sound, ready to fall asleep in each other’s arms and ready to start a new chapter in your life even if to say the truth, you both realized that you’ve been behaving like a couple for years.

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capturethechaos · 9 months

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Request - checking out all the wonderful plants in the botanical garden | “My heart feels like it’s dancing when I look at you.”

Words - 2.3k

Warnings - None! It's pure fluff ♡

A/n - Sorry for putting this out almost a week late, I have no idea what happened, my motivation to write just like... disappeared... but it's here!!! Thank you for your patience ♡

The concrete stairs were warm beneath you as you sat staring out at the small intersection in front of your building, watching as cars passed by. The familiar hum of a Tesla captured your attention, and when you looked through the window of the car you were met with the wide grin of your best friend.

“You know.” His voice was loud enough to hear over the passing cars as you stood from the stairs. “I was going to text you when I got here, you didn’t have to wait out here.”

You peeked through the window as you reached the car. “I’m aware, but it's nice outside.”

Sam was already staring at you as you finally sat in the passenger seat, the sunglasses on his face sitting low enough on his nose to reveal his warm brown irises. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“You tell me, Sam. You’re the one that texted me out of the blue last night asking if I wanted to go to a botanical garden today.”

He chuckled and nodded, turning his attention to the road as he pulled away from the curb and back onto the road. “Yeah, well I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with the tickets for the past week. I was supposed to go with Natalie, but that’s over and the tickets are non-refundable. So I figured who better to take than my best friend.”

“Well, aren't you just the sweetest?”

Sam’s lips held a proud grin for the remainder of the car ride, and you simply sat and watched as he joyously hummed along to the music you were playing. The view out through the window of the car was breathtaking as Sam pulled into the parking lot. You hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped until your door opened, and Sam’s voice sliced through the fog in your brain. “You alright?”

A few blinks later, you turned to Sam and a smile pulled at your lips as you nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s beautiful here.”

His eyes turn to the large manor ahead of you. “It is nice. Kinda cool that this used to be someone's house, huh?”

You hummed in response, getting out of the car and moving to step onto the pavement before realizing that Sam was moving away from the manor instead of towards it. You turned to watch where he was going, and found that he had popped open the trunk of his car. “What’re you doin’ there, Sammy?”

“Well.” His head popped out from behind the door of the trunk, a goofy grin plastered on his face. “One fun thing about this botanical garden is that they encourage guests to have picnics here, and they do little shows and stuff.”

“Fun!” You made your way to the back of his car, and tried to sneak a peek at what he was doing. “So what did you bring?”

The lid of the picnic basket snapped shut, and he turned to you. His arms wrapped around you and lifted you from the pavement before you could open your mouth to protest, and he placed you back on the sidewalk. “None of your business. You’ll see when we sit down for our feast.”

An exaggerated huff escaped your lungs as he walked back to the trunk of the car, pulling out the basket and a large blanket before he closed the door and walked back to you. “Well, what are you waiting for, slowpoke?”

The two of you made your way up the front steps of the manor, stepping through the large front doors into a grand entryway. Sam fumbled for a minute to reach into his back pocket without dropping the blanket he had hung over his forearm before you spoke up. “Need some help there, Sam?”

His eyes flickered up to meet your own, and though they momentarily looked away, they turned back to yours as his lips parted. “Can you grab my phone from my pocket please, can’t reach it without dropping the blanket.”

“Well, I could just take the-”

“Nope, just grab my phone, the tickets are on it.”

Your gaze fell to his hip as he jutted it out toward you, and you could feel his stare burning through the skin of your hand as you reached forward. A sharp breath came from Sam as your fingers brushed the hem of his pocket. The denim was rough beneath your fingertips as you slipped them into the pocket, pulling his phone from within it and holding it up to his face to unlock it.

“Where are they?” Your eyes remained on the well organized home screen of his phone, waiting for him to answer you as you both began walking to the reception desk.

“It’s in my gmail, with all the starred messages.”

You opened the app, swiped to find his starred emails, and began to scroll. There were a few wedding rsvp confirmations, and a gender reveal party invite before you finally found the tickets, and as you opened the email, the two of you reached the desk.

“Well aren’t you two a beautiful couple!”

Your gaze snapped up to the little old lady behind the counter, a toothy smile on her face as she looked at you and Sam. You opened your mouth to speak, but Sam cut you off before you could.

“I agree.”

You turned to look at him, and found that he was still looking at the receptionist.

“Though I’d argue that between the two of us, she’s the most beautiful.”

There was a beat of silence before Sam’s gaze turned to you. “Were you able to find the tickets?”

You were mildly dumbstruck. The two of you had never shied away from teasingly flirting, or playing along when people mistook you for a couple in the past, but Sam had spent just over half of a year in a relationship, and you would be lying if you said that you expected him to be like that so soon after that relationship ended.

“Buttercup… you alright?”

You hummed a response as you lifted his phone, with the tickets opened and ready to be checked. Your stare turned to the older lady, whose name tag read ‘Harriet’, and you slid Sam’s phone across the desk to her. The two of you watched as she scanned the tickets and handed the phone back to you with a soft smile.

You turned and held out the phone for Sam to take, looking at him with a silent question in your expression, and he shook his head at you. “Just keep it in your bag, I don’t need it.”

You did just that, tucking his phone into your purse, next to your own, before looking back up at him. He was wearing his usual half-grin, the softest smirk you could imagine as he stared back at you. He was your best friend, and something about seeing him standing in front of you, the same idiot at that moment that he was when you befriended him what felt like a millions years prior, brought a smile to the flat expression you had been wearing. You turned away from him, looking at the two options of where to go before walking towards the entrance to the indoor gardens. “Come along, Sammy.”

He was trailing behind you as you turned to check, readjusting his hold on the picnic basket a couple times. His focus had shifted from you to the items he was holding, so he only realized you had stopped when he bumped into you.

“Give me the blanket, Sam.”

His eyes lifted to lock with your own before falling to the outstretched hand you were holding out to him, and he sighed dramatically before draping the blanket over your arm. You made a show of folding up the blanket and keeping it tucked beneath your arm as the two of you made your way into the large indoor garden portion of the manor. The exterior wall was made up entirely of windows, each stretching from the floor to the extravagant, large glass ceiling, allowing the afternoon sun to paint the entire room with warm light.

Your hands brushed the large leaves as you passed them, feeling the smooth surface beneath your fingertips. “So.”

“So?” Sam’s voice carried through the air with a curious lilt.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

The two of you stopped at the end of the large koi pond that spanned the length of the room, barely a foot away from each other as you awaited his response.

“I…”

A few beats of silence passed, and you leaned over, gently bumping your shoulder against his arm. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m sure there’s other things we could talk about.”

When you looked over, you found him shaking his head and staring ahead at the small fish as they swam around. “No, it’s fine. I just think… well, I know that she had put together the fact that I had fallen for someone else.”

His head fell back, leaving him staring at the glass ceiling as he took a deep breath. “And that I had fallen for that person before we had even started dating.”

You turned your gaze to the rich purple flowers growing on the lily pads in the pond as you mulled over what he had said, and formulated a response in your head. “You didn’t cheat did you?”

A breathy chuckle escaped him. “No… no, I didn’t cheat. That would require me to actually have the balls to tell the other person that I have feelings for them.”

“Wow…” Your response made him turn his head, a quizzical look overtaking his features, the look only intensifying when you turned to him with a smile. “Sam Kiszka is having trouble asking someone out? I never thought I’d see the day.”

You savored the moment, each of you waiting to see who would be the first to follow up, and when Sam gave you no indication of speaking, you did. “So, what’s got you so nervous about this girl?”

His free hand lifted to the silky waves of his hair, running through the soft strands as he sighed. “I don’t know…” He turned back to the pond, letting his hand fall back to his side with a huff. “I think I’m worried about ruining our friendship.”

A hum vibrated through you as you figured out how to respond. “So she’s a friend… that must’ve stung for Natalie, does she know who it is?”

You turned, expecting an answer, and received a simple nod from him.

A couple minutes of silence followed, and slowly the two of you began to walk again, completing a full loop of the indoor garden, and walking quietly beside each other through the exit that would take you into the larger outdoor gardens. The sweet scent of flowers blew on the breeze, flooding your senses with the wonder of your surroundings as your fingers found the silken petals of the white roses. “Sam.”

“Mhm.” The hum was distant, as Sam had held back a bit to read through the information about the plants.

“Who uh… who is it that you’ve got feelings for?”

A lingering moment of silence ensued, and suddenly you could feel his presence at your side. Your body froze, leaving you stuck watching as his fingers found the rose that you had cradled in your own hand, and the ghost of his touch caused goosebumps to bloom up your forearm.

“I think you already know.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you inhaled a stuttered breath. “I need you to say it, Sammy.”

The sensation of his fingers beneath your chin caused your eyes to shoot open, and they locked on Sam’s dark chocolate irises. “It’s you, buttercup, it’s always been you.”

All of your senses were set on Sam, completely blocking out your surroundings as you stared at him. You couldn’t help the flicker of your eyes as they fell to his lips, but you weren’t alone, you caught Sam doing the same. Each of you longed to close the distance, feeling the tension between the two of you disperse finally, after years of pining in silence, his lips were almost on yours.

*Attention all guests, the afternoon showing of ‘A Midsummer Night's Dream’ will be starting in ten minutes, we advise that those wishing to attend make their way to the picnic area to set up blankets before the show begins.*

Sam pulled away from you, a wide grin plastered on his face. “You ready for a picnic and a show?”

You nodded, quick to follow him as he turned in the direction of the large grassy area. You could see the stage in the distance, and as you tried to keep up with him, Sam slowed himself down, and let the back of his hand brush against your own before entangling his hand with yours.

The sudden contact made your brain short circuit, and you barely felt the blanket as it began to slip from your arm.

“You alright there?”

His words pulled you out of your own head, and you turned, nodding to him. “Yeah… yeah I’m great actually . I don't really know how to explain this, I just feel like…”

The drag of your hand caused you to stop, and Sam pulled you closer. He waited until you were toe to toe to let your hand slip from his own, instead lifting it back to your chin, gently tilting your head so that you had no choice but to look at him. “Spit it out, buttercup.”

“My heart feels like it’s dancing when I look at you.”

His lips curled into a warm smile, and he leaned in until your noses were brushing against one another. “Then look all you want, darling, cause I'm not going anywhere."

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mysticphilosopherbasement · 9 months

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Counting down! T-minus 22 more days til my next journey begins. Even despite the controversial output, I am still proud to be making a change and following suit with a skill I wish to acquire more informagion in thw way I want to. Even growing the free spirit of my teenaged party and finding my personality I was told to go to college given my interests half the time.

So even though taking a leap into to checking out maybe a Bachelor's in Media Communication - I couldn't keep up with the full-time school schedule while juggling quitting alcohol after getting a DUI and feeling compelled to live with a guy I met at work. I kind of just had this impractical thought that maybe take a chance wouldn't be so bad. Felt like a rebound of my pride slowly dwindling; just a feeling for the most part.

So now that school is lined up. Finding a fucking career to walk down the path in.

Between everything I feel like I am good at nothing at all except the simple pleasures in life, body/sex positive lifestyle, and just kind of being at the moment. I have to be a bit more present given the circumstance of being anxious. I use to always felt like I needed to be on the go or there foe every moment, if I didn't take a picture with anyone and anything then it didn't matter, and other misconceptions that truly had me overthinking A LOT. So to slow down, discovering my niche a bit better now that I can do a bit more maybe, to be fair growing up - my past times included online mini games, chat rooms, reading fan fiction, and sometimes editing pictures/videos. Kind of lame but going outside was usually the other part of my life and mildly having adventures in my room (from toy scenarios: i.e. dolls, dollhouse, and other stuff) to gaming finally at 10 with a PS1 and my first two games being Grand Theft Auto: Vice City and Froggers; oh and the demo disc. Can't forget the lovely PC Demo disc method of letting you try new games and such for a certain amount of time.

Guess my point is that I don't necessarily have a dedicated practice outside of learning new things, guide/helping others, communication but also love artisan activities every few days to clear my mind. Time to work towards transportation. No car, no bike, plus a dirt road and no sidewalks leading into our out of town where my parents stay.

Next with my health, its high time I start attending AA meetings because there are some things I need to take a break from when it truly counts. Also I smoke cigarettes like a damn chimney and hate that I feel out of breathe, just very uncomfortable to tell the truth. Thinking that my psychological vendetta of why I smoke is pretty much faded. Just in case though and if any kind of support group I had to chose from at this point, plus it also helps with getting my license back, I'd have to choose AA. Maybe substance abuse but it's mainly with alcohol and cigarettes that I feel the most dependency.

Thanks to Chronic Guru, having the right connect has never felt so good. Mainly because the motivation to eat, sleep, and get my self-talk regulated during not only excercise but just focusing a bit better has helped me. I notice a big difference. Even conciously realizing my world a little but more so, not just blowing hot air on the matter of what I have learned about my mental health yet lacking in getting peofessionally taken care of.

It's in my little master plan but first thing's first, getting out of the hole I dug. This may just end up becoming my favorite raw journal yet.

xoxo buttercup

#journal entry #alcoholism #substance abuse #100 days of productivity #journal #me

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spidernana · 2 years

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The Seeds We Sow, Act II

Thank you so much @ikustioa for commisioning me, and for your understanding with how long it took ^^; I hope you'll enjoy this.

“-at was Soul Meets Body, by Deathcab For Cutie, from your turntable troubadours Mettaton and the Blookster! Thanks for the request, Rachel, you're a peach~ We've got a great lineup coming up, folks, stay tuned for the greatest of the turn of the century, right here on Sunny, 99.5 FM! Up next-”

The radio switched off with a clink of the keyring hanging from the ignition switch, leaving in it and the car engine's rotations absence noticeably and heavily quiet. Night was falling, outside the small, dusty car, the aged but pleasant glow of the antique street lamps and string lights marching their way down the central street of Kingston casting everything they touched in a warm, golden glow, and in the driver's seat of said car, Frisk laid her forehead against the upper curve of her steering wheel, staring intently at the zeroed out speedometer on the dashboard.

Before her on the sidewalk she'd just parked against, newly returned from another day of hard but fulfilling work at the farm, stood the town's general store, its classically warped windowpanes clean, full of the remains of the day's pastries, and spilling the light within on passing evening strollers and swaying, blooming buttercups. It welcomed her, beckoning with more than just the sale posters pinned neatly to the corkboard mounted beside the entrance and the large welcome sign hung over the door, but she couldn't seem to move from her seat at all, her hands locked immovably around the steering wheel before her and her mind turning over and over, trying to convince her to switch the car back on and drive on home.

It wasn't necessary, after all... they were going to make as much of a fuss as she had with the comb they'd given her, and rightly so. She could hear them already, lecturing her about giving them presents on her own birthday.

The thought made her chuckle fondly, a warm smile cracking her nervous contemplation of the unmoving display in front of her. She'd never been all that great at birthdays, really, and she hoped to excuse the oddity of her offerings in such a manner. She just... the gift of the comb now sitting prettily in the nicest jewelry box she'd been able to find had moved her so much, and her paltry thanks had been so incredibly insufficient in comparison. All she'd had to give back was a tatty ribbon and a few chaste kisses, and leaving it at that had honestly been keeping her up at night, despite their gratefulness.

Frisk's cheeks flushed lightly, her smile turning from amusement to reticence. And grateful they'd been indeed... it seemed to her, perhaps wishfully, that they'd grown even closer in the handful of days that had passed, an unspoken but wistful longing in the quiet times they would sit together with her now. Sans kept finding reasons to work in the same areas as she was, was waiting up for her in the mornings and walked her back to her car in the evenings, and today had reached out to hold her hand in his while watching the newly hatched chicks explore their enclosure.

She could still feel the rough bone against her palm, his phalanges laced between hers and his thumb stroking slow circles on the back of her hand... how reluctant he'd been to let her go to part ways.

And Saejun... well. He was the same as ever, if perhaps a little quieter. He'd been lost in thought more often, the past few days, wandering into his own mind during conversations and sheepishly apologizing after having to be removed from it... she'd caught him watching her more than once, too, with a heaviness and an intensity to his gaze that she couldn't put a name to but which never failed to make her heart beat faster. He always had some excuse to give for the looks, a joke and the chuckle she loved so much moving them away from the subject of his staring, and everything would be back to normal within moments.

Frisk had worried all Monday afternoon if her gift of the ribbon would change things between them. She... well, she wanted them to change, for the better with any luck, but she'd fretted over if he would pull back instead, if, despite the signals she was so sure she was getting from him, she'd driven him off. The fear was only compounded when she'd seen his gardening hoe leaned against the porch railing that evening, missing the bow she'd tied around it; it was silly to assume he'd have been able to keep it on and work at the same time, but her heart had sunk at the sight... and had only sunk further when he'd told her he had something he needed to give back to her before she left for the night, so solemn that his voice was nearly as deep as Sans'.

She'd considered hiding for the rest of her life if he gave her back the ribbon, standing there on the welcome mat trembling like a leaf and so embarrassed she was flushed beet red... but after standing silently in place in his doorway for an incredibly long moment, one of his hands in his pocket as though to withdraw something from it and his sockets locked with hers, Saejun had instead reached out to the table beside the door and pressed a book she was certain wasn't hers into her hands, making some pun she hadn't been able to process in her utter relief (thank the stars...) before saying his goodbyes and retreating inside.

He hadn't said a word about the occurrence since. The oddity of it had bothered her greatly, something the approximate size and weight of an elephant now left unsaid between them... but she'd decided to simply let it lie, at least until an appropriate time arose to mention it.

When that would be, she had no idea. She just hoped she'd know it when it came.

Whatever the case was in regards to the ambiguity of the ribbon and where it had left her and the older skeleton monster, there still remained the question of what to get Sans. It didn't sit well with her that she'd seemed to favor Saejun, hoped to hell and back that he didn't think she was playing favorites (she wasn't, she really wasn't, she just hadn't been able to think of anything worth as much as the comb to her, in either sentiment or actual value)... it had only been this evening, honestly, that she'd finally thought of something, sunnily happy from the way he'd lingered, as he'd said goodbye, the lingering feeling of his hand on her lower back as he'd helped her into her car.

She wasn't sure what he'd think of it, he wasn't really a jewelry kind of guy... but she couldn't conceive of anything better.

She'd been utterly consumed by the idea all the way back to town, watching the sun set over the rolling hills and light the wispy clouds aflame with satisfied contentment... and had then frowned to herself, guilt stabbing at her. She couldn't just bring Sans a gift and bring Saejun nothing, how rude would that be? She'd need to get him a little something too, then, no hardship in that... but then she'd have gotten Saejun two things and Sans only one. She'd get him a small thing too.

Which still left the balance a little off, saying nothing of the mystery of what to pick out for them and how ridiculous she felt trying to ensure neither of the monsters felt snubbed (why would they, they were just presents, no matter what they secretly meant to her), and had left her sitting here in front of the general store in the falling night, the shadows of flitting moths darting across the hood of her car as they gathered around the lamps lighting the street. She could hear crickets starting to chirp, and somewhere down the street, a car horn beeping jovially at someone on the sidewalk in greeting.

Why did this have to be so difficult...

Frisk sighed, bouncing her forehead lightly against the steering wheel in the hope that it would offer some sort of decision, since she seemed incapable of making it herself. It didn't, remaining taciturnly silent, and she sighed again in defeat, clenching her eyes shut to accumulate as much determination as possible before, at last, pulling her keys from the ignition, kicking her car door open, and forcing herself out of the vehicle entirely.

“Come on, Frisk. There's no going back now,” she murmured to herself as she straightened from the uncomfortable bend she had kept her spine in for what must have been at least half an hour, brushing her jeans as though anything but a good wash could rid them of the stains they'd accumulated, and set her jaw as she slammed her door shut a little too hard (she waved apologetically to beetle monster marching past, but he only waved jovially back, unbothered by the noise) and clomped her way up the cement incline to the shop's front door.

It opened on lovingly greased hinges, accompanied by the pleasant jingling of a bell and a waft of baked sugar, and drew the attention of the shopkeeper immediately, her long ears raising themselves and her doe-like brown eyes alighting on Frisk with a quickness and friendliness that instantly set her warring heart at ease.

“Well, Miss Frisk! What a pleasant surprise, and so late in the evening at that. Got that shipment of mint tea you were wondering about just this morning, if you were still interested?” the rabbit monster enthused from where she had been sweeping the neat, lacquered wood floor, leaning her paws on the handle of her broom and smiling both broadly and genuinely, and Frisk paused for a moment, so thrown off from her former pique that she drew a blank, blinking and cast adrift. She regained her head a moment later, though, and returned the smile fixed on her readily as she closed the shop door behind her and cast her eyes around the store she had just entered, the warm glow of the lamps hung from the rafters dusting all beneath their touch with a golden sheen.

Beside the square counter at the center of the shop, on which stood an antique cash register that she had never seen used, was a mannequin bearing one of Bonnie's handmade dresses, surrounded by bolts of fabric and skeins of yarn; a tall, gangly monster that seemed to be made completely of wood and leaves was looking over the baskets of buttons and threads spaced among the fabrics curiously. Several other monsters made their way among the handmade, wooden shelving units that sat in neat rows around the main showroom floor, displaying their wares in just as neat columns and stacks and bundles. Against one of the walls, wrought metal bins lined with plaid fabric offered up fruits and vegetables grown only a few miles away from the dell the town lay within; against the other, gleaming counters and their glass display windows stood empty, this time of the evening, the meat and pastries that they usually contained stored away for the night. A stout rock monster inspected one of the rakes hanging among the other farming tools set against the back wall, and from the toy section, beneath a drooping bit of old fisherman's netting strung with fairy lights and glittering stars, there came the tinkling of a music box being wound, likely spun in the hand of one of the other patron's children.

Frisk's smile grew more fond, as she looked around herself and waved back to those that caught her eye and greeted her jovially, her heart filled with the sheer rightness of it all for the thousandth time since she'd come to the little town set in the shadow of the mountain. She shook away her wandering thoughts fully, and made her way to where Bonnie, the owner and proprietor of the shop, stood awaiting her reply.

“I absolutely am! Thank you so much for doing that for me, I know it can be a bother. I'll buy the whole case, so you don't lose out on your profit,” she promised as she drew closer to the rabbit monster, but before she'd even finished talking, Bonnie had raised a paw in denial, shaking her head and tutting.

“I won't hear it, ma'am, wouldn't ask it and won't accept it. It's a pleasure to be able to bring in the things that people desire, just to see the smiles on their faces. Especially yours, if you'll pardon me... you work twice as hard as any human any of us have ever known. You grace us by living among us. Consider it a thank you, for everything you've done and will do,” she insisted stubbornly, clearly ready for a fight if it came to it, but Frisk only held up her hands and let out a conceding laugh.

“Alright, alright, I'll accept that. I'll just make sure to come in and buy it a little bit at a time~” she teased, one hand on her hip and a clever smile on her tanned, still slightly dusty face, and Bonnie could only huff at that, picking her broom back up to sweep at the already spotless and gleaming pine floorboards.

“Wiseass,” she sniped goodnaturedly, sending the human girl a wink to show just how harmlessly she meant it (Frisk was fully aware, only chuckling to herself), then jerked a thumb towards the door that hid the storerooms from the public's view. “Need me to fetch it now, or you got more shopping to do?”

“Got a couple other things to get. Won't be but a minute, I promise,” Frisk replied, already striding towards the racks at the rear of the shop, and left Bonnie to her self-appointed task with gusto, eyes set on the farming tools she knew neither Saejun nor Sans would need. She still had no idea what to get for either of them, as her... makeup gift? Could she call it that? She was going to have to, she couldn't think of anything less stupid for her overarching attempt at gift giving...

She trailed back and forth along the aisle for a few moments, humming negatively at just about everything she stopped to look at or picked up from the endcaps of the shelves beside it, until, with a sigh and a rub of her fingers to her temple, she gave up on the errand entirely and started to stump her way back up to the front of the shop, berating herself for her own foolishness the entire way. She chanced a look at the aisle she was walking down as she did so, nothing more than a cursory and offhand glance, and nearly tripped over her feet when she saw the gathering of gloves, hats, knee protectors, and various bric-a-brac that accompanied the art of gardening.

One thing in particular jumped out at her from among it all, something she had given thought to before but had forgotten until just this moment, and as she turned to face the display, her hands reached out to take the item from its hook without even thinking, rubbing the material between her fingers dotingly. The vibrant green of the neckerchief reminded her inexplicably of Saejun's magic, and of the threadbare state of the one he wore every day... she could already see it tied neatly around his neck, a verdant accompaniment to his crooked smile, the warm glow of his sockets, the drawl of his accent-

The touch of his hand against her cheek, bared bones smoothed from centuries of living and hard work and tender care, his breath warm against her lips as he leaned in so close, so temptingly...

The deftness of those hands as he untied his new kerchief from around his neck to tie it around her eyes, his palms smoothing along the curves of her body, his breath a whisper against her bared skin, his voice lilting into a teasing chuckle.

“always loved the look of that blush on you, darlin'... 'specially when it's the only thing you're wearin'~”

Another length of material wrapped gently around her wrists, restricting her from reaching out to touch him in return, and the softest of kisses was pressed to the length of her neck, the solid form of Sans pressing to her back as his hands joined Saejun's in their exploration of her body, his bones just a little rougher from the hardness of his life. It was a pleasant roughness, though, accompanied by the fact that it was him, and when he turned her head to tease a kiss against her parted lips, she whined aloud at not being allowed to lean into him, thrashing from the simultaneous attention she was receiving.

“you work so hard to take care of us. let us take care of you,” he murmured in response, his voice rumbling deep in the chest pressed to her back, and she could only obey, trembling earnestly as their hands wandered her form and their bony lips traversed her throat, her cheeks, everywhere but where she wanted them most. They gloried in their teasing, the tiny sounds they drew from her in both frustration and pleasure-

“Just his color, I think. Saejun has always been fond of green. Perhaps the blue, for Sans? He does seem a little 'blue' every now and then, ahaha~”

Frisk, pulled very abruptly from the very vivid daydream she had been caught up in, nearly choked on her gasp of surprise, pulling away from the display of gardening paraphernalia and dropping the handkerchief she had been, without even realizing, rubbing against her cheek. Her eyes, wide as saucers in her shock, flew around herself to find who had interrupted her wandering thoughts (stars, her heart was beating out of her chest), and found the culprit standing just a little bit away down the aisle, smiling around gently pointed fangs and regarding her from over the edges of a pair of reading glasses, perched on the very edge of her snout.

The goat monster staring her down was a graceful being, despite her size (well over six feet tall, and built heavily as well), her pure white fur well brushed and her paws folded daintily through the handles of a shopping basket; her flowing purple dress was handmade, and exquisite for it, completely untouched by the flour and sugar that she, as the town's baker, usually was surrounded by. Frisk was fairly well acquainted with her, as she was with everyone that lived within Kingston, well enough to know she very much disliked her much more formal title of queen.

That one was a really long story, and one she still took the side of the town's floral shop owner on.

“Mrs. Dreemurr! I didn't... I wasn't...” Frisk fumbled the moment her breath returned to her, hurriedly stooping to retrieve the neckerchief from the ground at her feet, and the wise, smiling goat monster only let out a pleasant, gentle chuckle in response, waving a hand through the air dismissively.

“Mrs. Dreemurr was my mother-in-law, my child, may she rest in peace among the stars. Toriel is fine,” she insisted, clever lilac eyes gleaming from beneath the sweeping brim of her elegant hat, and Frisk nodded a few more times than was necessary, her cheeks still flushed a deep crimson and her breath still tight in her chest. She had no idea how she'd known she was thinking of Saejun, and dearly hoped the stately monster wasn't capable of reading minds.

That sure would be something to explain away...

“I-I... Toriel. Yes. Um. How did... how did you know-” she began awkwardly, unconsciously twisting the material of the kerchief between her hands as her thoughts scrambled and her heart did its very best to beat its way out of her chest, and Toriel smiled kindly, approaching to stand at her side and look over the assortment of gloves on display.

“I know the expression on your face well... love is a flighty thing, but very clear to those of us that have been around long enough,” she revealed, reaching out a hand to pick up one of the larger sets of gloves to inspect, and Frisk could only gape up at her, her cheeks even redder and her heart even more determined to imitate the beating of a drum.

She'd done her very best to keep from letting anyone know about her deep infatuation, just in case word spread and got to those who she'd done her utmost to keep from finding out... she'd only just begun to make her affections known to them, and already it was enough to make her lightheaded, each time she thought of their reactions to the bare and fleeting kisses she had given them. How could Toriel, a person she'd only spoken to on a few occasions, know already?

“I-I... I don't know what you mean.,” she stammered, belatedly realizing she was ruining the handkerchief and hurriedly working to fold it back into its proper shape, and Toriel, her shoulders shaking with silent but kind laughter, sent her a perfectly knowing look from the corner of her eye, putting the gloves she had been looking over into her basket.

“I'm sure you don't, dear. Saejun tells me the same when he comes to tea, you know... must be catching.”

Her tone perfectly conveyed just how little she believed either of them, even as her words allowed for them to continue to keep to their own affirmations, and Frisk, struck by this information (could... could that mean...?), could only blink up at the much taller monster, once again breathless with the thought of the clearly more stubborn of her desired partners actually returning her own feelings.

“...he does?” she whispered, trying to withhold showing too much hope despite the clamoring of her heart, desperately wishing for it to be true, and Toriel, with a mock gasp and a hand pressed to her cheek, made quite a show of pretending to have let something slip without notice, though the pleased sparkling never quite left her eyes as she turned to face the human at her side, skirts swishing gracefully around her feet and her long, snow-white ears jostling at the sides of her face.

“Oh, I don't think he will be pleased I told you that. Let's keep it between ourselves, hmm?” she proffered indulgently, sending Frisk a wink and a sideways, charming smile, but let out a hum immediately afterwards, shifting her hand from her cheek and to her chin to tap a single finger against it, her smile once again bearing a knowing lilt to it. “Such a curious thing, though... Sans has never bothered to deny it~”

Now that was something she had never truly expected to hear, and the reality of the words finally put a stop to the thundering of her heart, what felt like her entire body freezing up with the fullness of her surprise.

The implication was beyond anything she'd thought to hear. Not only was Toriel aware that she felt deeply for two monsters at the same time... she knew that they also felt for her. There was no judging in her gaze, nor her teasing... she seemed very much at ease with it, in fact. Was this something that was much more common than she'd thought? Was she being ridiculous trying to talk herself out of a love that could truly be fulfilled in the arms of both monsters that she adored?

She had so many questions, so many left roiling in her mind that she could barely grasp at one without causing an avalanche of many others. At last, she found one that she could give voice to without collapsing right where she stood with sheer and utter joy, her hands unconsciously grasping to her heart the handkerchief she'd been abusing.

“Wh-” she began to ask excitably, practically vibrating where she stood, but Toriel, with a glance at her wristwatch and a heavy sigh, spoke over her before she could even really begin, reaching out with one large paw and gently patting her on the head.

“I am afraid I must be on my way... much preparing to do for tomorrow! Have a wonderful evening, my child. Do feel free to stop by for tea... perhaps we can speak on this subject in a more private setting,” she invited, her smile holding many secrets in it as she turned and strode away, and left Frisk right where she stood, with far more questions than answers and a whirling maelstrom of thoughts within her mind.

The thought that she might be right, that perhaps they had been waiting for her to show her hand first, was one that consumed her most of all, and she simply couldn't help herself as she searched along the aisle for another gift for Sans, her mind already on the gathering Saejun had arranged for them the very next night.

She already knew she wasn't going to be getting much sleep that night, nor any work done, not with just how excited she was at the prospects that lay ahead.

#the seeds we sow #farmtale #horrortale #frans #polyamory #act 2 #toriel #frisk #pining #suggestive thoughts

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tintinwrites · 3 years

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dulce periculum | Demon!Max Phillips x Reader | Part One

A/N: I know this is a unique AU but that is what I must do!! Thanks so much to @wheresthewater for helping me brainstorm this fic as well as reading it for me!! Cori is always a gem to interact with. ‘Dulce periculum’ means ‘danger is sweet’ in Latin.

Rating: T

Warning: AFAB!Reader. Demon!Max. The big, big warning that I want you to pay attention to is that the beginning of this fic can be very frightening; Max kidnaps the reader, and though his intentions aren’t necessarily malicious, it’s from Reader’s POV and they have no idea what he’s doing, so they’re very scared and intimidated. Max makes a couple of threats. Naughty words. Max is a pervert, as always.

Word count: 4,556, apparently!!

Summary: You’re on your way home from work when you’re kidnapped by a mob boss who wants to hide out in your apartment. He turns out to be more annoying than he is frightening.

GIF credit: thewaythisis

Tags: @zombieaurora @strangelittlenobody @chattychell @dark-twisted-and-mechanical-mind @beesting77 @thefandomimagines @softly-sad @phoenixhalliwell @hopplessdreamer @buttercup--bee @honeymandos @artsymaddie and open!

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It was late as you made your way home, the damp sidewalks lit by street lights and signs for late night establishments. There were still cars driving by seeing as it was a big city, though fewer than usual, the sounds of their tires splashing into puddles accompanying you on your walk.

Any other people you saw were going home as well or looking around to see if anyone was watching them as they stepped into the seedy strip club. The building sat between a questionable deli and an adult video store; the girls inside were as beautiful as any other strip club, but the owners were sketchy as hell.

These were all things you mused to yourself so you would be occupied.

You agreed to stay at work way later than usual — four hours later, to be exact — and your phone was on about ten percent battery by the time you left. Since your apartment building was only a few blocks away and you didn’t want your phone to die, you were just observing the city streets as you walked.

Everything was rather quiet aside from those puddles being driven through and the muffled, pumping music you could hear when passing by certain buildings.

And yet, you were almost uneasy. You always felt safe in the city, both where you lived and where you worked, but there was something about this particular quiet night that made you tense whenever someone walked by you.

You’d been overworking yourself, that was all it was, right? You needed a good nap and a drink because this was the fourth night you’d stayed later. That was bound to affect anyone’s mental wellbeing.

You kept trying to reason with yourself each time the people passing you didn't so much as spare a glance at you, but you just couldn’t.

You would’ve gotten an Uber or hailed a taxi just to sate your paranoia if it weren’t for the fact that you were only a block away from your apartment. You could see the building and you were just psyching yourself out, it would’ve been silly to have someone drive you the short distance.

There was no reason to be afraid; you were safe, you were capable. The apartment was within sight and you were about to be home.

Movement up ahead at the mouth of an alley made you stop in your tracks, breath hitching like you needed to hold it so no one would know you were there.

When a stray cat ran out of the alley and scampered across the street with some food in its mouth, your shoulders immediately dropped.

You were being paranoid.

It took a moment for you to gain your composure before you continued walking, almost amused at yourself for being scared by a scrawny cat just hunting for food.

Just as you were about to completely pass the alley, there was a tight grip on your arm and you were yanked between the buildings.

You didn’t even realize what happened until your back was against a brick wall and there was a hand completely covering your mouth; then all that paranoia seemed to be logical and you let out a not-very-intimidating squeak as you attempted to shove the person off.

They didn’t try to pin you down more than they were, but they didn’t even budge despite the way you were hitting and shoving at them. When you changed your tactic and grabbed onto their arm to pull their hand away, you couldn’t move it half an inch.

“You done?” a deep male voice asked boredly.

You were tired from working so much and from how hard you were trying to fight him off, your adrenaline quickly fading as you realized you couldn’t get him away. You went limp against the wall and looked at him with fearful eyes, figuring you could at least get a good description of him.

Unless he murdered you.

He was partly obscured by the darkness of the alley, but you could see half his face from what little bit of the streetlight reached him. His eyes and hair were dark, average height, slim, and...he was wearing a suit. Was this some business man who moonlighted as a mugger or something? Did you want to know what he did as a day job?

“Okay, good. Now, do everything I say and I won’t hurt you, okay?” He explained this to you with an oddly lighthearted tone like he was telling you about his hobbies, and you furrowed your brow as you reached for your wallet. “No, no, no. Not that. Do you live nearby? Tell me the truth, I will know if you’re lying.”

The man switched from jovial to threatening so quickly that it terrified you into quickly nodding; you didn’t want to know what he would do if you lied.

He flashed you a smile that might’ve been charming if he didn’t have you pinned against a wall at the moment. “Good, good. Now we’re gonna walk together and, uh...let’s say I’m your boyfriend and you’re taking me to your place, so you don’t have to ask anybody for help.”

What the fuck did he want? You closed your eyes, but opened them when he shook you lightly to get your attention.

“I’m gonna take my hand off now and you’re going to walk me to your apartment. Can you do that for me, slugger?” The name only made you more perplexed by this man, but you nodded in agreement to his instructions.

He pulled his hand from your mouth very slowly to be certain you weren’t going to scream. All you did was pant softly as you stared at him, knowing that no one would come quickly enough if you did try to scream.

Satisfied, he wrapped his arm around your middle and quickly pulled you against his side as he walked out of the alley. He paused to wait for you to take the lead, letting you take a moment to gather your bearings.

You were shaking as you slowly started walking him in the direction of your apartment, trying to think up a way out of this.

Your phone was underneath his hand in your jacket pocket so you couldn’t sneakily try to text anyone. Being at your own apartment would work in your favor because you knew where everything was, including anything you could use as a weapon.

Could you run into the kitchen and grab a chef’s knife? Maybe the vase on your windowsill in the living room could be used to hit him over the head?

A bit of hope sparked within you when you saw one of your neighbors was standing outside, smoking a cigarette; he knew you were single, he knew you didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home.

“Evening,” he drawled as he looked at you, before his gaze moved to the man who was tightening his grip on you.

“Hey,” you said levelly so the man wouldn’t think you were raising suspicion, but you did your best to show terror in your eyes.

Your neighbor regarded him for a long moment before chuckling and shooting him a wink, obviously assuming this was a hookup or something. “Guess I should keep my ear to the wall tonight, huh?”

You wanted to cry as the man at your side led you into the building, looking back desperately until he pulled you into the elevator.

“Which floor?” He shook you when you didn’t answer him, and you reached out to begrudgingly push the number for your floor.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever as you panicked about what he intended to do to you.

He expected you to lead him towards your apartment and you did, pulling out your key and unlocking the door with shaking hands. He shoved the door open and yanked you in as soon as it was unlocked, surveying the room before shoving you towards the couch.

“Sit down.” He walked away as you practically fell onto the couch from his manhandling.

You were supposed to be grabbing a weapon, but you seemed to be frozen in terror as you watched the man peer through the blinds out to the street. “Are you going to kill me?”

He lifted his head and looked at you over his shoulder, his eyebrows raised like you were insane. “Kill you? Oh, come on, don’t be dramatic.”

“—you kidnapped me.” You just stared at him as he turned to face you, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants as he shrugged.

“Is it really kidnapping if it’s in your own home?” He started walking around, pulling one of his hands out of his pocket to touch your knick knacks and things.

“Okay, you’re...holding me hostage then.” You watched him warily and with a hint of bemusement at his antics.

“Listen, pal.” He plopped down on the couch and, able to move now, you slid away from him. “I need a place to hide out. Sorry I scared you or whatever, but let’s be honest, would you have listened to me if I said I needed to stay with you?”

You would’ve brushed him off as someone looking for a hookup or a person to sponge off of if he asked to stay with you, but that didn’t mean he should’ve kidnapped you.

“I’m not letting you ‘hide out’ here.” You let out a gasp when he immediately grabbed onto your face and forced you to look at him, his eyes dark.

“I’m not going to kill you, but you should know that I can.” His voice was deeper when he was threatening you, but then he went right back to a beaming smile as he let you go like he hadn’t done a thing. “Anyway, I’m Max. What’s your name?”

Years of politeness had you stuttering out your name despite this ‘Max’ guy being an actual fucking madman. Now that you could see him in the light, you were almost certain that you’d seen him somewhere before…

He seemed to notice the curiosity in your eyes as he leaned back into the couch, looking rather smug. “Max Phillips.”

It took about seven seconds for you to connect his name and face with the articles you read and the stories you heard; you moved off the couch so quickly that you tripped over your own feet and fell to the floor.

You immediately turned onto your backside and scrambled away from him. He regarded you with a raised eyebrow.

“So you’ve heard of me.” He rolled his eyes as you backed yourself into a wall, not even moving to stop you.

“You’re the mob boss!” You were stating the obvious since he was him, but you were too horrified to be intelligent.

He was ruthless. You heard what he did to people who went against him or people who didn’t do what he wanted, read the articles of gruesome things that were suspected to be because of him.

Now he was in your apartment. And he wanted to stay with you.

“I know, I know. I am incredible.” He grabbed a book you’d been reading off the end table beside the couch, making a face at it before putting it back down. “You know something else about mob bosses, though?”

“That you’re fucking sadistic?” Your voice shook and you cowered slightly as he stood up.

He crouched down in front of you and just stared at you silently for a long moment before finally saying, “You only get hurt if you’re on their bad side. And being on their good side has...benefits.” His eyes roamed over you hungrily at the mention of the word ‘benefits’ before he looked at your face. “So what do you say? Are you gonna let me stay or do you really wanna kick me out?”

As you stared up at this man and understood the very meaningful look on his face, you supposed that you really had no other choice.

“—you’re not sleeping in my bed.”

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Once you had a bit of time to calm down and think over what Max wanted, you figured you were just going to have to deal with it.

You couldn’t really retaliate against a mob boss, so it was best to just keep him happy until he was done hiding from whoever was after him.

This meant you were pretty much on autopilot as you set up a bed for him on the couch, thankful somewhere in the back of your mind that he didn’t insist on sleeping in your bed.

He plopped down on the couch the moment you fit a baggy sheet onto the cushions, bouncing a few times before he laid back and looked up at you. “Where’d you find this ancient thing anyway?”

“Thrift store,” you mumbled as you handed him a pillow.

“Oh.” Max made a face and sat up to remove his suit jacket, folding it and moving to put it on the coffee table, only to pause. “Everything here is from a thrift store, isn’t it? I bet you’re renting this closet of an apartment from a thrift store.”

That took you off autopilot for a second as you turned to glare at him. “Need I remind you that I’m letting you hide out in this closet?”

“Ooh, claws. I like it.” He looked you over like he hadn’t threatened you into letting him stay when you sassed him before. “I think we should have angry sex.”

“I think I should go to bed and lock the door.” You didn’t know whether to be afraid of him or annoyed by him.

He was incredibly intimidating when he would threaten you, but then he was mostly just an obnoxious pervert otherwise from what you could tell. He seemed to rely on a sexual, jovial sense of humor.

“Thanks for doing this,” he called after you as you walked to your bedroom, too loud like he wanted you to acknowledge and appreciate his gratefulness. “Sleep tight, and hey! If the mood strikes, I’d be happy to sleep in your tight—”

You slammed the door shut before you could hear the rest of his suggestion, deciding that you could be scared and annoyed.

Mostly, you were just tired from working so much and dealing with Max, so you fell into bed with the hopes that he would leave in the morning.

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He didn’t.

As a matter of fact, you were woken up bright and early by the sound of music blasting from your living room.

You thought for a moment that everything that happened was a dream until you stumbled out of your bedroom, half dressed since you didn’t even take off all your clothes before falling asleep, and you saw Max flipping through a photo album.

You made your way over to the speaker where the overtly sexual music was blasting from, smacking at the buttons blindly in your attempts to turn the volume down.

When you finally found it and turned it down to barely a whisper, you sagged against the table in relief and closed your eyes. “Did you have to turn it up that loud?”

He didn’t answer you at first and you opened your eyes to find him taking a picture out of the album, looking it over with a whistle. “Did anyone ever tell you that your great grandma was sexy?”

“No,” you said flatly, walking back towards your bedroom. “Please keep the music down. I’m going back to bed.”

“Aren’t you going to make breakfast?” His question made you stop in your tracks and walk backwards to look at him.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t know my way around your kitchen or how to use things properly, and I’d hate to break anything.”

You could tell by his fake innocent smile that he was being a brat and vaguely threatening you again. You wanted to just go to bed anyway, but you also wouldn’t put it past him to actually go and start breaking things in your kitchen.

With a roll of your eyes and a grumbled insult towards him, you made your way into the kitchen to start making his breakfast.

“I like my eggs scrambled with a little salt and pepper!”

As you stood there in the kitchen with your head in your hands, you remembered what you’d been wondering the night before.

You were more annoyed by him than you were scared of him, and you weren’t certain if that was a good thing or not.

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Max Phillips had been staying with you for nearly a month now and you had to admit that...it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

In the beginning, you’d seen an intimidating mob boss who was forcing you to let him take residence in your home, and you had no idea what he was going to do to you during his stay.

Now you knew that, though he could be threatening and you had no doubt that he could do damage to you if he wanted to, he was mostly just an obnoxious, perky, lascivious frat boy who loved attention.

But he still let you go to your job and live your normal life, and though he liked to make a lot of perverted comments, he’d never once actually touched you or done anything to you.

So you guessed it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been to have a mob boss staying at your apartment.

Even if he always asked for the same thing for breakfast and would complain if it was slightly wrong, and between that and every stupid, sexual joke he made, you wanted to serve him a fried egg covered in sugar just to annoy him.

There were also times where you were almost certain his eyes were red or he had horns or something, but you chalked that up to your dislike of him and how you’d been tired or on your second glass of wine when you saw that.

He never actually hurt you and your apparently very low standards were thankful for that.

You also would never admit it, but you’d been lonely and having someone to come home to who filled the silence was...nice. It could be annoying as all hell depending on what he was talking about, but sometimes he was funny.

Sometimes he’d ask about your day, make a comment about how he could ‘take care’ of someone for you or turn the way you phrased something into a sex joke.

Sometimes you would laugh at a joke or you would have a genuine conversation that made you forget he was who he was.

Then he would invite himself into your bed like he did every night and that would be the temporary end of your camaraderie, as well as your reminder that he was an annoying jerk.

But it was nice on occasion. To not be alone.

There were times you thought you could even like the man if it weren’t for the situation and the fact that he’d always ruin any pleasant conversations you had. Maybe there were times that you did like him, or at the very least tolerated him.

You guessed that was why you were almost disappointed when he told you that his men had settled everything and he could leave. You were going to be alone again.

You were going to miss when he would actually start helping you fold clothes and he would just be quiet for a minute as he listened to you talk about your day.

But you weren’t going to miss the way he would ask if you wanted him to eat you out to help you relax, so it was easy for you to focus on your relief that he was leaving.

You could deal with loneliness if it meant he wasn’t going to be there, staring at your ass and saying anything he could think of to rile up.

“Don’t look so sad about it, angel face.” That was a nickname he’d taken to calling you every time he pissed you off; you supposed a way to mock your angry expression or something.

“I’m not...sad.” You scoffed, though you knew that you were a little bit, way deep down. You hadn’t hid that in your eyes quickly enough before you were relieved at the idea of him leaving.

“Whatever you need to convince yourself that you don’t totally want me.” He straightened the jacket of yet another suit, and sometimes you wondered when he took the time to grab more of them. “I understand if you need a goodbye kiss. Maybe a good fuck.”

“And that’s why I’m glad you’re leaving. Let me get the door for you.” You turned to walk over to the door, but Max’s grip on your arm had you looking back at him questioningly.

His eyes were serious for once; no humor, no lust. He was looking at you like he did the times you would have a brief, real conversation. “I’m indebted to you. Let me do something for you.”

You were momentarily taken aback by his sincerity, but you gathered yourself after a moment and smiled at him. “Leaving me alone forever will suffice.”

“Seriously.�� He pulled you back when you tried to walk away again, making you roll your eyes at him. “I have connections. I can give you anything you want.”

“Anything?” You raised an eyebrow, a little convinced considering he didn’t mention how he could even give you something sexual if you wanted it.

“Anything.”

“I want a million dollars.”

“Okay, done.”

“No, wait!”

He had started towards the door like he was genuinely going to go off to get you that million dollars, and now you were the one grabbing his arm and pulling him back. You looked at him for any hint of a joke, biting your lip.

“You’re serious?” you asked slowly.

“I’m serious. Name it, it’s done.”

You stared at him and before you could stop yourself, you said, “I want my dream job, but there are never any openings and everyone beats me to it when there are and— and what am I saying? You’re a mob boss, you’re just asking if there’s anyone you can kill for me.”

You supposed you mentioned it because you hoped he had connections in your industry and could pull strings, but…

Max took hold of your chin and tilted your head up from where you were looking at the floor, smirking at you. “Done.”

You just looked at him with your brow furrowed and your mouth in an O shape, torn between asking him if he could actually do it and thanking him. You were just about to do the latter when there was suddenly a piece of paper in front of your face.

“I just need you to sign this contract!” He was back to his normal obnoxious self, pulling the paper away before you could even blink and setting it down on your dining table.

“Where the hell were you keeping that?” You hadn’t seen him take it out of any pockets and even if he had, the paper would have had to have been folded up to fit.

It was perfectly pristine, not a single mark on it, so where…

He then procured a dip pen and an inkwell from a place you decided you didn’t want to know about, then he guided you over to the table and shoved you down in a chair. “Just sign your name on the line there, cursive or print.”

“What is this for?” you asked once you’d wrapped your head around what he was asking you to do. You picked up the contract to look at it, but he quickly plucked it out of your hands.

“Oh, you know, standard. I can’t be held liable if it doesn’t turn out exactly how you want it, blah, blah, blah.” He set it back down and dipped the pen into the ink, forcing it into your hand. “Sign it.”

“Give me a minute!” Your eyes scanned over the contract to find that it mostly was just about liability and binding the agreement, but you needed to get closer to read some fine print at the bottom.

“Can I have a glass of water?” Max’s face popped up between you and the paper, making you jump back.

You just blinked for a second before gently pushing his face away so you could read. “Be my guest.”

You just started to read the fine print again when Max started humming. The music was familiar and you realized it was a tango, but you tried not to let it distract you from reading.

Just when you managed to make some headway on reading the first line, you were yanked out of your chair and pulled up against Max’s body.

Before you could even ask what he was doing, he gripped your hand and thrust your arm straight out with his as he began a rhythmic stride across the room, humming the music all the way.

“What are you doing?!” You let out a yelp as he turned around jarringly and started to step the other way.

“You’ve never tangoed before?” He spun you out and made you crash into the chair you’d been sitting in, only saved by his hand in yours before he twirled you back into his chest.

“I’m trying to read your contract!”

“You sign it and I promise you, the job you want is yours. You just have to sign it!” He dipped you right by the table so the paper was in your peripheral vision, panting slightly. “Sign it.”

He pulled you back up and stepped away from you, as you stared at him in a daze because he actually just made you tango with him.

But then his promises that you would get the job sank in. You looked at the contract for a moment and, as your desire for your dream job won over your curiosity about the fine print, you grabbed the pen and signed it.

You stumbled back with a gasp when the contract immediately went up into flames and disappeared from the table. “What the fuck—”

Max grabbed you again, but this time he spun you around and slammed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You raised your hands to push him away at first, only to slowly grip onto his suit jacket when you found that he was a good kisser.

Your eyes closed as you kissed him back, forgetting about how annoying he was or the few threats he’d used on you, forgetting about his work, just letting yourself get lost in this.

For the briefest moment, you were mad at yourself for never giving in to any of his obnoxious offers to join you in bed.

He pulled away from you and you just stood there with your eyes closed for a moment, lips still parted like you wanted him to continue his work.

“Max,” you gasped out when he didn’t say anything or move to kiss you again, reaching out to pull him back.

But when you opened your eyes in search of him, he was gone.

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-> everybody knows about the best friend code and all the rules it consists of. it was an easy code to follow...all until someone decided to walk into your life and smash it to pieces. who? kim taehyung.

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“I’m going out so if anyone needs me, oh well,” Taehyung called from the front door of the house. He was answered with sounds of understanding from random house members.

“Wait!” A call stopped him in his tracks and he heard the sounds of footsteps running down the stairs. Jumping a few steps to the landing, Jimin placed his hands on his knees in slight exhaustion. “Jesus, those stairs?” He huffed, catching his breath, “not easy to run down. Where are you going?”

“...out,” Taehyung answered suspiciously. If Taehyung were talking to anyone else, they’d definitely pry but after all, he was talking to Jimin.

“The party’s gonna start in a few hours so make sure you invite Liv and her friends, yeah?”

Taehyung puckered his lips, unsure if he should just accept Jimin’s request or deny it. What would get him to leave faster?

“Sure thing, I’ll be back in a bit.” Taehyung left the house before there was a chance he’d run into Jungkook, who’d be much harder to get past especially after he knew about his plan. Sure, Jimin knew about the plan, too, but luckily for Taehyung, he was slow and definitely wouldn’t expect him to pull through immediately.

The evening air was cold against Taehyung’s skin as he walked along the campus neighborhood. He noticed the wandering eyes of females gazing upon him, giving him cheeky winks or shy smiles, showing they were well aware of who he was. Not that he wasn’t someone to know. Everyone knew who he was. Taehyung could only force a barely visible smile on his face in response. It was completely against his character to ignore the looks of desire and longing he received nearly daily but tonight was just different.

Taehyung’s hands were balled up into fists as he made his way down the semi-busy block; college students were laughing together with held hands or linked arms walking in and out of restaurants. He had a feeling he wasn’t gonna be doing that with you and your friends anytime soon.

Stopping in front of the bar, he took a deep breath.

Why are you acting like this is such a hard thing to do? What are you, a pussy?

Taehyung, bothered by his own conscience, shook his shoulders a few times and tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck in the process, before pulling open the door. He stood to the side, keeping the door open for a few girls struggling to walk straight. They gave slurs of thanks before stepping onto the sidewalk and continuing their night of fun.

Taehyung stepped inside, eyebrows raised at how busy the bar seemed. Looking down at his phone, he noticed the time. 8:12, the time read. If Taehyung could leave as soon as possible, he could make it to the party his frat was throwing. However, what shifted his attention was your texts just under the time.

you: what you’re about to do? what does that mean?🤨 you: taehyung?

Oh, Y/N, he thought to himself, a frown falling onto his face. If only you weren’t the reason for all this. If only we met under...no, he thought. He shouldn’t finish that thought.

Pursing his lips together, Taehyung chose to shut his phone off and slip it into his back pocket. Before he could even take a step toward the bar, a loud voice hollered, “Taehyung!”

Taehyung recognized your voice anywhere. It was still amusing to him that no matter where you were, you had no care for what others around you had to think of it. And if that included yelling out in public and waving your hands around like a manic woman, then so be it. Yet, how amusing it was to watch and smile at, Taehyung wasn’t smiling this time. After all, it’d probably be the last time you smiled at him at all.

Taehyung walked toward your table which was hiding in the corner, the only light illuminating your area was the small tea light on the center of your table.

“I managed to steal this chair from that table over there so be grateful because I think they wanted to throw their fries at me,” you grinned, motioning to the chair you pushed toward the standing man.

“Actually,” Taehyung pauses, “I’ll stand.”

“Huh? Oh, okay,” you mumbled, pouting. “It’s not like I had to threaten those girls or anything for this stool. Whatever, I guess!” You sighed over-dramatically, even rolling your eyes for extra emphasis.

Instead of throwing some banter back at you like he usually would, Taehyung turned to Liv. “Can we talk for a minute?” He doesn’t notice how your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you were pouting.

Liv, who had an almost pathetic amount of hearts in her eyes, looked up at Taehyung with a smile. “Aren’t we talking now, silly?”

Taehyung mentally sighs. This was going to take a while. “Right, but I mean…” he trailed off flicking his eyes between you and Namjoon who couldn’t care less about the interaction, playing PokemonGo on his phone. “...somewhere private?”

“No!” Liv blurted immediately. “Can’t you just say it here...now? I have something to tell you, too.”

Taehyung recalled Liv’s excited text about telling him something. Since it was coming from Liv, he knew it’d probably be best getting what he had to say out first.

“It’s…”

Taehyung looked at you for a few seconds, wondering if he had come to a definite decision. Looking at you, he noticed your curious gaze on him, intrigued by what was so hard for him to say in front of all of you. Your eyebrows were raised and your mouth was slightly parted, waiting for him to continue. Taehyung could almost feel his heart sink at the sight of you, knowing what was about to come. But it had to be done. Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath...and flipped the mental switch in his head.

“Fine, I’ll just come out and say it then: I’m bored.”

Liv, who was expecting something else entirely, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She was mostly baffled by the way she laughed and waved her hand, “Well, we can do something else later but we haven’t eaten yet so you’ll have to wait-”

“No,” Taehyung rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. This was when he noticed your gaze become narrower. “I mean, I’m bored of us.”

“Excuse me?” Liv leaned forward as if she didn’t hear the man. Sure, Liv might’ve been slow and stupid, but Taehyung knew you weren’t. By that moment, your eyes were widened to the size of saucers and heat was crawling to your cheeks. If he kept going, he was sure he’d make your entire face red with fury.

“It was fun while it lasted...until it wasn’t. You’re just too clingy and sure, in the beginning it was tolerable since you kissed the floor I walked on but there’s no excitement anymore. You’re too easy. Too boring.”

To add an extra ounce of douchiness, Taehyung ruffled his own hair before sticking both his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet. Taehyung does justice in not showing any emotion about the confession at all. Whereas Liv? ...Oh, poor baby.

She’s sniffling, trying her best to keep a strong face in front of Taehyung but he, and everyone else in that bar - it certainly didn’t help that as soon as the conversation started, everyone decided to be the nosy motherfuckers they are and listen in - knew it was a front. You, you’re surprisingly quiet. When Taehyung planned breaking up with Liv, he was sure you’d be up and ripping his ear off.

And the fact that you weren’t was making it a whole lot worse for Taehyung.

“Well, you’re an ass,” Liv huffed, making eye contact with him for the first time in minutes. “I saw all the red flags that would come with being with you…”

“Maybe y’shoulda listened to them,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess, I should’ve,” Liv sighed, eyes still brimmed with tears. A moment had passed with Taehyung waiting for any reaction from you but you seemed to be still in shock from what had just happened.

“Well? What are you standing around here for?” Liv snapped him out of his gaze, “Get out of here.”

Taehyung nodded, looking as disinterested as probably ever and made his way out of the bar. He didn’t notice you grab your jacket and follow him.

“Y/N, you don’t ha -”

You ignored Liv’s pleas, shaking her grip from your sleeve, and stomped after Taehyung. On the way out you heard hushed whispers coming from people at other tables.

“I mean...it’s Kim Taehyung. What did they expect?”

“So, all I’m hearing from this is...he’s single?”

“Fuckboys will be fuckboys, after all.”

Opening the door of the bar, you’re immediately hit with a cool breeze. Crossing your arms over your chest to maintain warmth, your head whipped from side to side, looking for the asshole. Through the dark night, the only light came from the few lined up lamp-posts. In the dim-light and through your squinted eyes, you noticed the familiar mop of dark black hair already down the block.

“Kim Taehyung,” you shout over the sound of cars driving along the street. Your voice was curt and cold and definitely not one to ignore. Taehyung paused in his tracks for a few seconds before turning back around with a grin. He has the audacity to be smiling right now?

You march up to him and try to come up with something to say but to be honest...you’re speechless.

“Cat got your tongue, buttercup?” He laughed, noticing how quickly you were blinking and how your mouth opened and closed like a fish. The nickname which was once one you enjoyed being called, now felt like a needle poking into your heart, testing your pain tolerance.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” You could only ask, throwing your hands up, utterly mortified at what he had done.

“Did you not hear what I had to say?” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, the smile on his lips never faltering, and jabbed his thumb in the direction of the bar you two had exited. “To be fair, I didn’t want you all to hear that. If it weren’t for Liv just pushing me to say-”

“Oh, shut up,” You cut him off, finally feeling the words fall back into your mouth. “You know Liv’s personality better than just taking her no for an answer. If you really wanted it to be a private matter, you would’ve pulled her aside. This was the most humiliating thing you could’ve done to her.”

“Well, I’m sure she’ll get over it. Like she said, she knew of the red flags so she shouldn’t have gotten too attached,” Taehyung pouts indifferently.

You stare at the man you could’ve called your best friend but you couldn’t see anything familiar about him at all. “Who are you?” Your jaw is dropped and your eyebrows are furrowed.

“What do you mean, who am I? I-”

“Where the hell is the Taehyung I was playing Animal Crossing with? Or the friend who brought me dinner without having to ask for it? Or-”

“Y/N,” Taehyung cut you off, swallowing thickly. “He doesn’t exist.”

“Wh- of course he does! Did something happen within the last twenty-four hours?”

“What happened was I grew tired from stringing your friend along. I’ve decided I should probably go get a new play thing-”

A loud cold smack was heard throughout the block. Some people who were minding their own business, stopped to see where the sound came from and after seeing your angry expression, turned their hands back away.

Taehyung stood stunned for a split second, surprised you slapped him. He begins putting his hand up as if to cup his cheek but quickly drops it as if realizing that’d show a sign of weakness. You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding.

“I…” you trailed off, chest heaving up and down as you fought to catch your breath. “I really trusted you.”

“It’s not your fault Liv’s heart is broken, buttercup, so don’t feel so down about it-”

“That’s not it,” you frowned, looking up to face him eye-to-eye, “I trusted you with my friendship. I don’t normally do that...and you knew that. Yet, you still…I just thought...didn’t our friendship mean anything to you?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to answer before closing it again. A hidden emotion spread on his face that you couldn’t put your finger on. He looked almost...distraught? Your eyebrows soften ever so slightly and you notice him begin to turn to leave. Before he could, you grab his wrist and whip him back around. “Answer me. I know you, Taehyung. And even if you didn’t like Liv in that way, even if, you wouldn’t have broken up with her that way because deep down you’re a guy that cares.”

“No, Y/N...you don’t know me at all.” Taehyung shook his arm from your grip and turned around to leave. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a party to attend to.” He’s already facing away from you, arm raised and fingers wiggling in a goodbye manner. And just like that, he’s gone. You’re left outside alone, unable to hear any sounds around you nor able to see anything but his shrinking figure as he walked away, with your body numb from the unexplainable feeling in your heart.

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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Build Me Up Buttercup *Part 6*

Okay this may be my favorite chapter so far. Actually screw it, it most DEFINITELY IS.

NOTE: If you have never heard the song “Sparks Fly” by Taylor Swift, go listen to it NOW. Before you read this. And actually, you know what just listen to it while reading it, trust me.

If you need to catch up:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 7

Tag List: @wanniiieeee

“Uh, watcha doin’ there, detective?”

Sonny’s voice immediately brought you back down to earth. Your head bolted upright and you sprang away from Barba like he was suddenly on fire.

“What? Oh, nothing. What? You know I’m just, tired, you know-- long day,”

Words spilled out of your mouth quicker than you could think of them. God how embarrassing! Why would you even think of making a move on your ADA? In front of everyone?!

Was it a move though? I mean really. Did he have to just call it out like that? You had to get out of that booth.

“Y’know what actually I am going to run to the ladies room, that Hurricane really went right through me! Like a hurricane!” Again, the word vomit would not stop. You let out a pained awkward laugh and bolted from the table.

“REALLY, Caris?” Rafael gave Carisi a look that could kill him right there in the booth.

“What? I just---OW! Amanda, that hurt!” Sonny rubbed his thigh and looked at Amanda who was shaking her head.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you were beating yourself up in the mirror.

“What is WRONG with you?!”

You were yelling at your reflection, totally normal.

“Ugh…” you sighed, splashing water on your face and cupping your hands around your neck. You needed to wash this day OFF already.

Wait...that gave you an idea.

You peeked out of the bathroom to see everyone still at your table, so while they weren’t paying attention you made a mad dash out of the bar and to your car in the parking lot. You popped your trunk and began throwing things around.

“Please please please please…” You begged no one in particular, shoving empty water bottles and coupons onto the pavement.

“A ha! Yes!” you exclaimed in triumph.

You would never admit it, but you basically lived in your car sometimes. You probably had half your closet in here.

You pulled out a pair of hip hugger jeans and a t-shirt; your lucky t-shirt, to be precise.

Yes maybe it was stupid to have “lucky” items at your age, but you didn’t care. You and this t-shirt had been through some STUFF, and came out the other side together. If anything could turn this night around, it could. Sure it was a TAD too tight from so many washes, the writing on it was barely visible, and it may have had a tear or two, but you had altered it to make the damage look fashionable. At least, you thought so.

You knelt behind your car, trying to change discreetly. You kept a careful watch out, God knows the squad did NOT need another case right now. You tossed your blazer and dress shirt back into the trunk, slipped off your skirt and pulled on the jeans and t-shirt as quickly as you could, then you slammed the trunk shut and walked over to the driver’s side view mirror.

“Not bad; not bad at all detective,” you smirked at your reflection before locking your car and running back inside.

As you approached your table, you saw Barba notice you, and then NOTICE, you. His eyes grew and his mouth slightly opened. Okay so maybe sometimes you went a little overboard on trying to look “professional” around your squad-- this was probably the first time you even alluded to having chesticles.

“I’m sorry sweetie have you seen our co-worker?” Amanda asked jokingly.

“What? I needed to get this day off of me, you know?”

“Yes, off indeed,” Oliva raised her eyebrows.

“What is it too much? Should I change back?”

“NO” All three men responded in unison, then quickly looked around elsewhere like nothing happened.

“You’re fine,” Fin assured you.

“Yes you are,” Carisi blurted.

“REALLY Carisi?!” Barba almost slapped him across the table.

“What? I didn’t mean it like--” Sonny protested while pleading with a very offended Amanda. They started having their own little squabble as Barba scooted closer to you.

“You really do look nice,” He smiled.

“...In jeans and a t-shirt? Thanks,” You gave a smile back while you felt your face blushing.

“No, I mean, happier. I like seeing happy on you,” He smiled even more, fidgeting like he wanted to touch you but didn’t want foghorn Sonny going off again.

“OH. Um, yeah thanks. I like seeing you happy too, counselor,” Your face was a full on skillet, you could fry an egg on them from the heat they radiated. You had to look anywhere else but his eyes or you might do something Carisi would DEFINITELY have something to say about.

“Ooooh! You know what else I do when I wanna get the taste of a bad day out of my mouth?” You changed the subject lightening quick as soon as you saw the stage across the room.

“Shots?” Amanda asked.

“Well, yeah obviously but--”

“AMBER did you hear that? Another round of shots!”

“DANCE,” you completely ignored Amanda’s antics. “I dance it out!” You pointed over to a small band who was testing sound equipment, obviously about to start a show.

“...Is she serious?” Fin muttered to Olivia.

“Is she drunk off ONE Hurricane?” Carisi raised his eyebrow.

“No come on-- Ugh! You guys cannot be that old.” you groaned.

“We might be,” Olivia half laughed.

“Too old to dance?!” You scoffed.

“In a room full of people, to country music? I don’t even have to be old to not wanna do that honey,” Fin put his hands up.

As they were all expressing their objections and insults, a scheme began running through your brain. Your eyes went from the band--- 2 guitarists, a drummer and a girl lead singer-- perfect. Your eyes then turned back towards Barba, who actually hadn’t protested your dance it out idea. PERFECT.

“Well I’m not old yet, I’m gonna dance it out to Tay Tay Swift!” You stuck your tongue out at the group and ran over to the band. The squad exchanged looks of disbelief while they watched you have a conversation with the band, and soon came running back over.

“Alright hey ya’ll we are Cactus Flower, how we feelin tonight?”

Scattered applause and drunken cheers answered her.

“Great...well, for our first song we’ve actually got a request, so this one is for you detective,” she smiled as the music started

It was relatively slow, so a few couples slowly began congregating on the dance floor. Other young girls squealed and formed a dance circle in a corner. Alright, it’s now or never, detective.

You started off dancing by yourself, just vibing to the song. You eyed everyone in your party, daring them to join you.

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless

That should send me running

But I kinda know that I won't get far

“Oh come on guys, you’re really gonna make me stand here looking like a moron?”

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

“Baby girl, you're doin that all on your own!” Finn laughed.

You saw the thoughts mulling in Barba’s mind, glancing from you to the group and back to you again. Finally, to your delight, he shook his head and stood up.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

“You guys are cruel,” He remarked, walking right up to you.

“Can I have this dance?”

PERFECT.

He took your hand and spun you, you clumsily fell into his chest and looked into his eyes with a smile JUST as the song hit your target.

You glanced over to see the squad’s collective jaws on the floor.

Get me with those green eyes

Baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me

When you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

“....You know, my eyes are green.” he raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Huh. Go figure,” you batted your eyes innocently.

You were downright shocked that Rafael had not run screaming from the very obvious message of the song, and even more shocked the squad was allowing it. But you were not tempting anybody or anything by questioning it; you were just going to enjoy this dance, this moment.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently but

I really wish you would

You both continued to dance in silence, Rafael now listening very intently to every word of the song, and grinning more and more as it went on.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

Rafael spun you around in a big dramatic flourish, as he commented “I do have a gorgeous smile, don’t I?”

Get me with those green eyes

Baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me

When you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

“What? Hm? Can’t hear you,” You pretended you were too far away, then smirked when you twirled back into his torso.

“Mmmhmm,”

The song reached it’s interlude, the beat banging every word emphatically. Rafael pulled your arms up around his neck, just as the last chorus went into the soft breakdown.

I run my fingers through your hair

And watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keeping your eyes on me

It's just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase

Won't you whisper soft and slow?

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show

You looked into those green eyes, your head swimming. 24 hours ago this man was just your co-worker, a coffee snob ADA. And now, you were both in each other’s arms and staring at each other’s lips-- you closed your eyes as the song played.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

“I um, I’m really sorry Y/N. I um...I need to go. To the...bathroom. I’m sorry just...I’m sorry,”

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile….

You watch Rafael practically bolt off the dance floor and into the men’s room as you stood there alone while the song finished.

Get me with those green eyes

Baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me

When you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

What had just happened?

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #build me up buttercup #raul esparza

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Ooohh! For the prompts, can you please do 85 or 88 with Buttercup and Butch??

85) “Could you come get me?”

Pairing: Butch x Buttercup (Greens/ Butchercup)

Fandom: PPG

I really need to right more Greens. (the next few asks are greens so yall are getting the goods) I really hope you enjoy this because I had fun writing it and its short and cute and angsty and soft and i was butch and bc to love each other forever

requests/asks always open :) ---

The door to his apartment slammed shut. His temper was spiked high and Boomer looked up from his guitar with concern while Brick simply cocked an eyebrow and went back to his video game.

Butch was angry. No furious, no full of rage, whatever synonym that was formed was processing through his body as he shook with a violent tone. The poor orange juice bottle didn’t stand a chance and soon his wrist was in a tight hold by his notorious leader.

“Chill.” Was all Brick said with a cold and deadly tone. He took the bottle from his brother who looked like he was about to burst with even a poke and poured him a glass and sent him to his room. He was not a fucking child! but he had orange juice now, so it was whatever.

He slammed his door shut, Boomer yelled but he couldn’t care. Taking the juice down in one gulp, he carefully placed the glass on his desk because the last thing he needed was to break something and have Brick in his face. He had just healed from last month's brutal brawl and he didn’t need more scars from Brick's fist, not now at least.

He paced around his room. His thought went berserk in his head and he wanted them to stop.

God he was an idiot. How could he do that? How could he ruin the only good thing he had.

He slunk down against his wall until he hit the floor and just sat there with a shaking head and a bitter laugh.

“You fucking did it now Butch.” He said bitterly.

He fucked up big time. This wasn’t some simple and stupid fight that he could come back from, no, he really ruined their friendship. For what? for something else? Pathetic. He should just go back to stealing but that would mean more of them. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, destroy him too if it meant it would get rid of the heavy feeling.

He almost didn’t notice his door opening to his younger brother. He couldn’t care either. Instead his eyes stayed in one place on the carpet until his brother sat down and took away his view.

“Hey bro.” Boomer said softly. Butch’s leg only bounced as Boomer handed him some water. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Nothing.” he tried to say with fire but it died in his throat. He hated that his brother could see him at his weakest points but that's what he always liked about them. Boomer may have been deemed “dumber than the dumbest '' and everything in between but he had a merit of compassion that neither of the boys possessed, at least not as much.

Boomer laughed a little before rolling his eyes. “Yeah well I’ve never seen you this upset.”

“Im always angry.”

“Mmm no not really. You may be ready to punch and fight at any given moment but that look in your eyes and your body movement, you’re upset. Plus Brick is always angry, you have calmed down over the years.”

He stayed silent. Sure maybe he didn’t have the same anger as the red ruff but he wasn’t cheerful like Boomer, maybe he was more content. Fuck, he was turning soft.

“So tell me what's up.”

Butch frown deepened as he drank the rest of his water. “I kissed her.”

“Who?” Boomer asked.

“Who do you think?” He spat and the look of confusion didn’t leave his face.

“Kelly?”

“No.”

“Ashley?”

“God no.”

“Molly-”

“BUTTERCUP. I KISSED BUTTERCUP!” He shouted and instantly stopped when Boomers eyes widened. He can’t remember the last time he cried. When he felt the hot tears on his face but the sensation building up in his chest as the tears came was too much.

“You kissed-but she has a boyfriend?”

“You don’t think I know that?” He yelled again and this time his head began to pound.

“Why?” The blond asked and he looked up through blurred eyes.

Why?

-- Earlier that day--

“Wanna hit the skate park?” He asked as he grabbed his backpack from the sidelines of the basketball court. Buttercup shook her head as she looked to the sky.

“Not today, it's gonna rain and uh, i have plans.” She said the last part quietly.

He only rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Let me guess, with Alex?”

She punched his arm lightly as she picked up her own stuff. They felt the beginning of the rain drops fall on to their heads but didn’t make a rush to move. “Yeah and?” She knew he wasn’t a fan of Alex.

She doesn’t know why. Alex was nice. He didn’t play sports, or like horror movies, or really anything Buttercup liked but he was...nice. They had only been together for two months and Butch hated every moment of it.

“And? You’re blowing me off for a dude who can’t even kick a ball straight.”

She huffed, not this again. “Butch you don’t have to like him.”

“I don’t” She didn’t know why it stung. Her sisters liked him, he was more of Bubbles' friend anyways. Bubbles got them together and it was fine. But Blossom was skeptical, almost like she didn’t approve for some reason.

“We are gonna hang out on Friday for movie night so what's the big deal?” She asked. The rain was now coming down harder but his feet stayed glued to his spot. She could see a tense look in his eye as if he were debating what to say next.

“Forget it. Have fun.” He tried to turn away but she caught his wrist.

“He’s nice.” She tried to convince him and maybe herself too.

He let out a bitter laugh before stepping closer to her.

“You’re too good for him.” He whispered in her ear. It was the truth and they both knew it. “You know he’s only with you for the title, don’t do that to yourself.” The rain was now pouring on them. Soaking into their clothes and if they were fully normal, they would be shivering but instead their skin burned like fire.

“Butch, please don’t.” She gulped. “Please I need my friend.” It wasn’t convincing.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She tried to reason but she was losing and he was inching closer. She should have hit him. Told him to stop and that she just wanted her best friend by her side. But that was all a lie. One that she had been saying to herself for months.

“You know that I can treat you so much better. He doesn’t understand you, he never will. Face it BC, you and I aren’t just counterparts. We are one in the same and I get you. Please.” His voice above a whisper as his lips connected with hers.

He felt her tense up. He shouldn’t be doing this. She had a boyfriend. A lousy and lame boyfriend who couldn’t ever treat her how she deserves. She was a walking goddess among these mortals and he knew that. She was dark and devious but in a pleasing way and he wanted nothing more than to call her his.

She fell into his kiss. Pulling at his collar as she screamed at herself for doing this. But it felt so right and so good. they fit like puzzle pieces, as cliche as it sounded, it was true. She had never felt the spark or fireworks people say when you kiss someone. But right now it was an explosion of lust and comfort, and she knew only he could ever make her feel that way.

They pulled a part as their breaths felt heavy and their foreheads touched. He expected a punch to the gut or even a slap to face. He deserved it after all. But she didn’t and she hated that she didn’t.

“I have to go.” She said as she looked away.

“Hey.” he tugged at her fingers lightly. “I don’t care. But I’m going to be there for you.” He turned his own head the other direction as she flew away. His chest felt heavy and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as blood touched his tongue.

He felt it in his system. The guilt and the dread. Mojo taught them not to feel any of that, they were villains after all. He saw the fade of the neon green streak and without thinking, he turned on his heel and walked away. A near by tree blasted to pieces as smoke burned from his hand and he never wanted to see this stupid place again.

And now he was here. Soaking wet while tears spilled from his eyes and his little brother looked at him with pity. He hated that dude. Hated how he would look at other girls in the hallways while he had the best one on his arm. Hated how he hadn’t bothered to show up to any of her games and cheer her on. Hated that he told Butch that he won.

He gripped his fists and finally stood up, Boomer helping him from toppling over and he doesn’t remember his shirt being off but now he was pushed towards the shower and his brother telling him not to get sick. He let the water run over him as he tried to get rid of all those thoughts.

He could be mad all he wanted but he shouldn’t have kissed her. No matter how stupid Alex was, he didn’t want BC to be seen as a cheater, it was his fault. Before long he was now out of the shower, warm and clean but he starred in the mirror and hated how his eyes were puffy.

He didn't bother combing his hair or doing anything and just wanted to go to sleep, even though it was only 8 pm. By the time he flopped onto his bed and grabbed his phone, he saw three missed calls. All from Buttercup.

“Fuck.” It was probably her screaming how he ruined their relationship and that she never wanted to see him again. He would understand. He didn’t want to press the button to call her back, he wanted to savor what was left of their friendship but on the first ring she picked up.

“Buttercup before you yell I just need you to know-”

“Could you come get me?” Her voice was like a meek squeak through the phone and he wasn't sure if he heard her right.

“What?” He heard her sniffle as if she was crying.

“Butch please. You-you were right.”

He hung up.

She heard the phone line go dead and sat on the sidewalk with tears in her eyes. She was stupid. So incredibly stupid for thinking that Alex was nice. She knew it all along and for what? What was she trying to prove?

Her head was in between her knees as she sob. She just wanted her best friend but that was gone now.

“BC?” she lifted her head and saw him through blurry tears. She wiped her face with her sleeve but it didn’t matter since the rain was pouring down. “What the hell did he do to you?” His tone is now sour.

She held her hands up. “Guess he forgot I was coming over and when I got there, that bitch from English, she was. And they were-” She choked out a sob before she felt him pull her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around them and tugged at his shirt, hoping that he wouldn't go away. “You were right and im just some stupid fucking girl who-”

“You’re not stupid.” He stopped her and pulled away so that he could look at her. “He is a piece of shit for not treating you right. And an even bigger shit for sleeping around, fucker.”

“Two months.” She whispered. “He was with her for the entire time.”

He thought the anger he felt before was his limit but now he was seething. He had lied and cheated on her for the entirety of their relationship and now he didn’t even feel bad for kissing her. Instead of bolting up and going to find him, he just hugged her.

“I'm sorry.”

“Buttercup you don’t have to apologize.”

“I only dated him because of you.” her voice was quiet.

He furrowed his eyebrows and she let out a deep breath.

“I was afraid to be with you because I didn’t want anything to change. I wouldn’t forgive myself, so I thought if i had a distraction, i could keep those feelings down.” She bit back a small laugh. “And we see how that turned out.”

She looked at him and he was silent. She laughed a little and he tilted his head. “We are so stupid.” She smiled before rolling her eyes and pulling him into a kiss. He had been on his knees as she was sitting down and now due to the force of the pull. He was leaning over her with a hand behind them keeping him from toppling over her.

He embraced the kiss and she cupped one of his cheeks with her hand. It was an awkward position but he couldn’t care as he was too focused on kissing the most amazing girl he had ever met. They pulled apart and before he fell over, he moved so he was sitting next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t think anything would change.” He stated and she hummed.

“Really.”

“Nah, we are both too stubborn for that shit. I wouldn’t give us up in any way.” She cracked a smile and the rain had lightened up. “So... what do you say. Babe?” He laughed as he held out his hand and she looked at it before placing her hand in his and pressing her lips quickly to his cheek.

“Game on.”

And this time when he kissed her lips, it was slow and just right.

hope you enjoyed!!!

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 64)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2655

Warnings: Language, dark moment for reader, 5 yrs after the snap, grief, anger, killing spree, new love, endgame plot, enter Uncle Wade Wilson,hope, worry, Song for this part: Cruel Summer- Taylor swift Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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“Don’t kill me, I have family,” the man begged.

“So did I.”

You charged the knife and flung it at his head, stabbing him between the eyes instantly killing him.

That was the last of one of the cartels in Brazil. He was a ruthless, horrible man that you’d been tracking for two months. Him and about ten others who worked for him. But you’d just single handedly killed all ten of them in their warehouse.

About eight months ago, you ran into Clint Barton. Apparently, when the snap happened, he lost his entire family and went off the deep end like you did. He was filled with bitter rage. Wondering why monsters like this survived and his family was gone. You were both tracking the same people and when you found each other, you agreed to stay together. It made sense and both of you felt like it was nice to see a familiar face with a similar past and same vendetta.

Remy followed you everywhere. He stayed in horrible hotels and motels, just to follow you around. Sometimes he followed you on your missions, lingering in the shadows making sure you didn’t get hurt or need backup. You and Clint sometimes fought together, so he wasn’t too worried, but other times you two worked separate jobs or different jobs in the same area, and that’s when Remy would watch out for you.

You came back to the room you’d rented. Since the job was done, you’d pack, sleep, and move onto the next target you’d talked about with Clint. Remy stayed out of the way of you two, never saying or offering any judgment or criticism. He understood the path you two were on. He didn’t like it, and he didn’t think it was bringing you much joy, but this was what you wanted, and to be honest, the world was better without the people you were killing.

By now it had been five years since the snap. Your first year was filled with global travel then settling down in New Orleans. The second year you tried to find domestic bliss with Remy, the two of you having steady jobs. Then the last 3 years were filled with hate, rage, murder, vendettas.

What you did… what you were doing… it didn't bring you joy, but it made you feel better for a split second that horrible people weren't ruining good people's lives.

Remy had been great since the day he showed up in Paris. He had been understanding of Loki and never pressured you to move on. Remy understood where he stood in your heart and he accepted it because this was all he had wanted for many years. He wished he didn't have to watch you suffer and grieve to get to this point, he somehow wished things were different in that he was your first choice and not Loki. But ultimately, he respected your heart's desires.

Truthfully, you did love Remy. You had told Shannon what seemed like centuries ago that perhaps in another life where you didn't know Loki existed or had never met him, Remy would be your one and only. Now that Loki was gone though, it felt so wrong. It felt wrong to be happy, to even think of moving on, to even entertain the idea of loving another.

Half of you couldn’t imagine moving on without Loki - he was your life, your life, your world. He’s the one you wanted to share your life with. The other half felt guilty to experience any happiness, because it was your fault the world was the way it was. Why should you get a happy ending when it was your fault everyone was in this living Hell?

But your heart doesn’t listen to logic or reason. You didn’t mean to fall in love...

This had been on your mind for quite some time. Perhaps right after he almost proposed was when you started to really take notice of him. But it wasn't until maybe three months ago, almost five years after the snap, that you felt like you could maybe allow yourself to love him back.

You weren't ready to give up on Loki, or even consider moving on, but perhaps there was room enough for more than one love in your heart.

Remy had been nothing but kind, sweet, understanding, and supportive. He let you grieve and deal with things the way you needed to. If you ever asked for space, or pulled away from a kiss, he didn't get upset or disappointed. He'd just assure you it was alright. He was with you, day in and day out, practically since the snap happened. Without him, you weren’t sure you would’ve survived this long.

After all that, and everything you went through as children together, how could you not love him?

Simple: you did.

“How’d it go?” Remy asked once you got inside the hotel room. He was reading a magazine at a bar in the little kitchenette the place offered.

“Job’s finished,” you answered simply.

“So it’s Japan next?”

“Yep.”

You started to grab some quick food to make yourself some dinner. “I’m sorry to do this to you. To drag you all over the world for some… vendetta.”

“It’s alright. I know why you have to do it,” he assured.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you smiled, pulling the food from the cabinet. Something in you told you he needed to know how you felt. That it was the right time, if there ever was a right time.

It was time to face the harsh reality that Loki wasn’t coming back. None of them were. You couldn’t live every day in his memory, drowning in grief and depression. It was time to move forward, as hard as it was, you knew it was the right decision. And doing it with Remy wouldn’t be so bad, right? He was a wonderful man with a big heart.

"For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?” you asked through tears as you turned around to face him, a bit of a laugh coming out of you.

He looked up grinning like the devil. “I think that’s the best news I ever heard,” he countered, getting up to round the bar before he took you in a hug. “I know that was hard for you to say, cher, but I love you all the more for it,” he assured softly as he brushed his knuckles across your face.

You gently smiled before giving him a quick kiss.

It looked like this was the start to the beginning of a new chapter for you.

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You were in Japan now, taking care of one of the mafia that had been in power for decades here. You just decimated one of their safehouses, leaving a pile of bodies behind you. Clint was digging up more information at the moment and he would take the next hit on the mob.

Just as you grabbed Remy to go find some dinner, you two were walking down the street, it was wet from a recent rainstorm when you suddenly heard someone say your name from behind you as they grabbed your hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Wade said. “Of course your Y/N who am I kidding”. He went to pull your hand.

The sudden action made you move reflexively.

As you spun, you charged his hand and as he pulled away to gasp in pain, you mustered up your dark electrical purple energy in your left fist and slammed it into his chest, the heel of your palm colliding with his sternum. It sent him flying backwards into a cart on the sidewalk. You straightened up before glancing back to Remy, confusion on your face.

“You’re not exactly friendly, are you?” the man asked as you stared at him. He was getting up, wiping the debris off himself. He was clad in a red and black suit from head to toe. “Should have known better than to try that.” His tone had a sort of whimsy to it , almost as if he was telling a joke.

“Who the hell are you?” you all but growled, your fist raised and still glowing.

Remy came up behind you though and gently lowered your arm. “Cher, I know this man.”

“You know him?” you accused, as if knowing this idiot was an inexcusable offense.

“Unfortunately, yes. This is Wade Wilson. He’s an X-Man,” Remy explained.

“Correction I am not an X-men,” he offers his hand. “Deadpool’s the name killing’s my game.” He pretended to curtsey.

Your eyes shot back to the man now known as Wade and you narrowed your gaze. “Why are you here? What do you want with me?”

“First of all, let me just say wow about that little trick of yours. Also to be fair, you overreacted,” he quipped.

“Overreacted? Some stranger just grabbed my hand. You're lucky I didn’t kill you. Now what the hell are you doing here?”

“Listen here, buttercup, I’m here on a favor of Shannon Stark. Remember her?”

Your mouth fell open slightly. “You know Shannon?”

“Yeah, we go way back!” He waved his hand. “I babysit her kid time from time but the point is, she wanted me to find you, to bring you home. She’s worried about you or something. I wasn’t really listening. I just owe her a favor so I got the gist of the mission and then said, ‘You owe me one hundred chimichangas and not the cheap stuff because I know Stark can afford the nice ones so don’t even think about skimping on --”

“Do you ever stop talking?” you interjected, glaring at him. “Wait, did you say Shannon’s kid?” This hit you like a wrecking ball.

Shannon had a child? There was… she… a child? You couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“No, he doesn’t,” Remy responded as he stared him down. “Wade, go on home now. Y/N and I don’t wanna go back. We’re happy and we are on our own.”

“Yeah see that wasn’t really part of the contract. I’m supposed to bring you back and --”

“Sorry to disappoint, but you can’t bring me back, I’m not going.”

“You’re gonna break Shannon’s heart,” he said with fake sadness.

“I already did, but nice try.” You turned and started to walk away.

“Well too bad because I don’t take no for an answer so gear up, we’re heading back now.” He went to pick you up. “And don’t try doing that little trick of yours again. Shannon said to bring you back but she didn't say in what condition.” Deadpool smirked.

“I already told you, asshat, I’m not going anywhere with you,” you replied and jumped back flaring up your purple energy. “You can just tell her you haven't found me.”

“Well it looks like that won’t be necessary. See the thing is she already knows you’re here.” Wade sing-songs. “When you weren't looking, I sent coordinates and they had been on standby.”

“You what?!” you all but shouted, terror snaking in your voice. “Remy, we have to go.” You started to turn and grab his sleeve.

Unbeknownst to you, Shannon had already gotten there and was waiting for the moment to appear.

“Are you really going to be a sack of unicorn shit and just break her heart like that?” Wade asked, cocking his head. “So much for being a good sister.”

Feeling guilty you turned to him. “She’s survived without me for this long I’m sure she’s more than fine.” You shook her head. “And what's a little heartbreak when she’s fine?”

Just then Shannon walked out of the alley she and Natasha had been waiting in. Both women went their separate ways. Shannon to you and Nat to Clint.

“So you’re really okay with breaking my heart after everything we’ve been through?” Shannon called out loud enough for you to hear. “What happened to being family?”

The sound of her voice cut you like a knife.

“You’ve got your own family now, it sounds like. I thought you’d be better off without me, and it appears I was right.” You let your hands span out beside you before falling, a sad smile on your face.

“Y/N, you’ve been gone for 5 years! You have no idea what's happened in that time.” She shook her head. “We may have found a way to reverse what Thanos did, but we need you—I need you.” She stretched her hand out to you.

“Sorry to ruin the moment but I’ve done my part,” Wade interrupted the moment. “Now when do I get my chimichangas?”

You eyed Wade for a moment, irritated with him after only five minutes. Then your gaze shot to Shannon’s hand.

“Really, Wade? Couldn’t this wait till after we got back?” Shannon asked, looking a little annoyed. “Plus they’re at the cabin, hidden because you got Morgan addicted to those!” she retorted.

Sheepish, he ducked his head. “It’s not my fault the kid hasn't tried all the good stuff.” Shrugging, he added, “It’s not like they’ll harm her anyways.”

“Just get back to the quinjet.” Shannon turned her head facing you again as Wade retreated. “Sorry about that, he can be a lot to handle sometimes.”

“Clearly. Much like, was it, Morgan? A child? You have a child?” There was venom and betrayal in your voice. Although, to be fair, she had no way to reach out to you to give you any news. That was on you.

“We can talk all about it, if you come back with me.”

“Why do you need me?” you questioned.

“It’s an all hands on deck sort of situation. You’re just about the only one who stands a chance against him.”

“But last time--”

“Last time was different. We know what we’re up against now. There may be a way to reverse it. To get everyone back.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You hadn’t cried over Loki in some time. He was on your mind, every day, always, but the grief laden sobs had slowly died down over the last five years.

“Don’t promise something you can’t deliver,” you warned, your fist balled up. You could tell Remy was getting worried at your side. “I can’t go through this again.”

She stepped even closer to you, taking your hand. “You won’t. We will win this time. I promise. You need to come home, Y/N. It’s time.”

You looked back to Remy who gave you a look that told you this was your choice, your call. You knew he’d follow you anywhere, no matter what you chose.

You heaved a sigh and turned back to Shannon, giving a firm nod to let her know you were in. This is what you’d been waiting for. Now it was finally here, and even if it meant possibly losing everything again, going through the same pain again, it was worth it to try and get everyone back. To get him back.

Once everyone was back on the quinnjet. Things got a bit quieter. You had fallen asleep, leaning on Remy. Shannon walked over to the two of you and covered you in a blanket.

“Here, she’ll get cold soon, she always does when she’s on here.” She smiled sadly seeing just how tired and bruised you looked. “I’ll let Tony know you’ll be staying with us. Did you want to share the room with Y/N or your own?” she asked, unsure of the situation.

“We can share a room, that'll be fine. Thank you, Shannon. It’s good to see you again.”

“Okay. Is there anything you guys might need right away? It’s good to see you too.”

Remy shook his head. “Nah, we should be good. Thank you though.”

“Alright then but if anything comes to mind let me know okay?”

“Will do.”

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The Cowboy and the Mustang (Part Two)

!! READ PART ONE HERE !!

Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Jane (FOC)

Summary: Jane’s decided to carpe that diem and linger in the small Montana town for a night, intent on meeting the handsome cowboy Adam Page for drinks at the local bar. Their already complicated relationship gets even more so.

Rating: Explicit (there’s a descriptive smut scene)

Length: 8,308 words

Available below the cut or on AO3 HERE

Harry’s Bar was the only place open passed five o’clock in the evening on a weekday in the tiny Montana town they were stopped in. The heavy, big wood doors were propped open to help let some cool, fresh air into the packed inside. Laughter, music and general chatter spilled from within bathed in yellow light. It tried to touch the few groups of patrons who’d ducked outside for a smoke and laughed and took pauses as they sucked in deep breaths and poured smoke up into the sky.

As Jane and Kate made their way down the sidewalk toward the open doors, one of the men smoking reached to pinch the brim of his white cowboy hat and dipped his head respectfully. He was handsome enough for Kate’s eyes to linger, and she wore a smile as mischievous as his quickly became. She lifted her hand and gave her fingers a little wave at him before turning away and walking with Jane into the bar.

“I don’t know how you do that so effortlessly.”

“Do what?”

“Wrap men around your finger with just a look. It’s like a superpower.”

Kate laughed, but Jane could tell she was flattered by the compliment. She was wild and adventurous, far more so than Jane, and often thrived on playing games with the men who tried their luck with her. Jane wondered if Kate would ever actually find someone captivating enough to keep her interest for long. She moved through men like she was going through seasons, never completely satisfied with who she found.

“The way that handsome blond-haired cowboy was watching you earlier, I’d say you have a bit of that superpower yourself.” Kate teased as they sidled up to the bar and Jane blushed immediately, still unable to believe she’d somehow caught his attention enough for him to ask her out for a drink. Jane turned away from the bar, scanning the crowd to see if she could see Adam anywhere. They’d run a little late. It was already a half-hour past when he’d said he’d be here. What if he thought she’d decided not to come and left?

“You know how bad I am with this kind of stuff,” Jane said, frowning as she failed to spot him among the crowd, “you know how atrocious some of those dates you’ve forced me to go on have been.”

Kate made a small, sympathetic murmur of agreement.

“This was weird Kate,” Jane said, shaking her head and glancing back at her friend. Thankfully on the opposite side of the bar from the juke box and dance floor, the girls didn’t need to yell at one another to have a conversation. “I’ve never felt like this before with any guy I’ve been with.” She blinked and met Kate’s eyes. “It’s a little scary.”

“Okay buttercup,” Kate said, taking a breath and reaching out to comfortingly rub Jane’s shoulders, “I think you might be close to spinning out about this and ruining something great for yourself. It’s scary, yes, but it’s also exciting, right? We said this trip was going to help us learn something about ourselves, didn’t we? You owe it to yourself to at least have a drink with him and see where the night takes you. If you wind up going home with him, well… we can call this a huge success.”

“Wait, aren’t you going to stay here with me?”

“No! Besides,” Kate jerked her chin over Jane’s shoulder, “handsome cowboy dead ahead.”

“What?” Jane asked and turned to look. Adam was walking toward her, through the crowd. As soon as their eyes met, he lit up in a smile that made her heart race. She looked back and saw Kate ducking through the crowd, making her way toward a cowboy lingering near the dance floor. Kate winked and grinned, to which Jane rolled her eyes and glanced back at Adam as he approached.

He was wearing a vintage western style long-sleeve button-up, pitch black with bold, shiny gold embroidery. A large gold belt buckle held his leather belt closed, and she imagined when he sat it would bite gently into the soft fat on his stomach. The belt was strapped through a pair of perfectly fitted black Wrangler jeans and the ensemble was completed with a black cowboy hat on his let-down blond curls and black-dyed ostrich leather boots.

Damn. The man knew how to dress to impress. Jane suddenly worried her boho-style, flowy white and floral print dress with her brown leather cowgirl boots wasn’t enough. If she’d known she was going to be meeting an attractive cowboy for a date, she might have thought twice about what outfits she needed to pack before she started this road trip.

“Jane, you look… amazing.” His country drawl stalled for a moment as astonishment warmed his tone. He hesitated with his hand, it’d been clear he wanted to slide it along her hip with familiarity, as if they’d been dating for ages, and pull her in to press her body along his. But he remembered how much they were practically strangers and stopped instead, letting the flicker of want to play out across his face. They shared a hug that was all too brief instead and smiled shyly at each other.

“No! You look, I mean,” Jane waved her hand up and down him, “Wow.” Could she sound any more stupid? This was what she’d meant when she told Kate she didn’t have what she had with men. Kate would have said something suave enough to knock Adam off his feet.

Adam grinned anyways and managed to somehow look a little bashful, which only endeared Jane to him more. “I’m sorry I’m late by the way,” he began, brows dipping further inward. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long?”

“Oh! No, I wasn’t. Kate and I were running a little behind anyways, so it kind of worked out.”

“Alright! Come on, let me buy you that whiskey I promised you.”

Adam stepped up at the bar and slammed the flat of his palm against the bar top, drawing the attention of the bartender who’d been distracted joking around with a few other patrons.

“Adam! Let me get your beer,” the bartender said with a grin, happy to see Adam, and turned to grab a glass.

“Actually – wait, Wade, instead of the usual, can I get two glasses and a bottle of… hell, whatever whiskey you’d recommend.”

“Oh? I can’t remember the last time you drank with anyone other than yourself. Which sucker did you offer to buy booze for tonight?” Wade asked and swept his eyes over to Jane who was standing beside Adam. Something seemed to click, and his gaze flashed a little wider back on Adam. “Oh… Oh, alright. Sure Adam.” He turned, fighting a smile as he went to fetch them glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

Why did Adam always drink alone? Why was it such a surprise for the bartender to see him with her? Jane glanced toward Adam’s profile with a gently confused frown across her brow, but he didn’t turn toward her or say anything. She decided it must be a topic he didn’t want to discuss.

After getting the glasses and bottle, they found a secluded booth toward the back of the bar, tucked away from the music and the dance floor where they could drink and talk with some privacy. Adam poured a splash of deep, golden whiskey into each glass and handed hers before lifting his own.

“We should say cheers to something.”

“Alright,” Jane agreed, frowning, “cheers to…Whiskey, the horse that brought us together.”

“Actually,” Adam lifted a finger from his glass and pointed it at her, “he told me his name, and it isn’t Whiskey.”

“Oh no?” Jane grinned. “What did he tell you his name was?”

“Lucky.” Adam replied, and there was a bit of softness there. “We both figured he must be my good luck charm if the same day I got him and started working him was the day you showed up.”

Jane’s cheeks were warm as she glanced at the cowboy sitting across from her. A smile turned the corner of her lips before she softly decreed, “Cheers to random moments that lead us to something unexpectedly wonderful.”

Adam was smiling too, and he raised his glass toward hers, clinking them gently. “Cheers.”

After they’d each taken a sip and admired the smooth depth of the whiskey – Adam had waved his hand at Wade and complimented his choice– they fell into easy conversation. At first it was the basic stuff. Jane learned Adam had grown up in this town but moved away when he went to college. He’d come back a few years ago to be close to his parents again, and for a moment he went a little quiet, and Jane suspected that wasn’t the only reason he’d decided to come home. She wondered what could have happened to him.

Before she had the opportunity to think about prying further, Adam had turned a new question on her, wondering where she was from. Jane had told Adam she was from Oregon. They talked about the mountain, the forests, how she’d come to love horses and how he’d come to love them; Adam had been raised around horses, his father had tamed wild horses just like Adam did now, and that’s where he’d learned it from. Jane had always wanted a horse but came from a family that couldn’t afford one. She’d studied horses from afar and been lucky the few times her parents had the money to put her in riding lessons. She’d eventually earned scholarships for school and worked hard to keep herself exactly where she wanted to be. Adam found that admirable, and she’d blushed and chewed at her bottom lip when he rained the sweetest compliments on her.

The night continued as they drank and laughed and talked and drank. The more time passed and the drunker they both got, the more times they stopped talking to wander toward the dance floor. Adam would pinch her hips with his broad palms and pull her in tight against him and get a little bit braver every song they went out to. The next time he spun her, his hand slid firm and with purpose down the curve of her ass. As his fingers gripped into the fat he hissed in a hard breath through his nose, lips pressed in a thin line together and jaw clenched.

Jane swallowed thick; her body pressed up against his. The room was spinning and warm. She felt sticky with sweat. She curled her fingers into his shirt and looked up into his hungry face. “Can we step outside? I think all the dancing is… getting to me.”

“Of course, darlin,” Adam said softly and put an arm around her waist as he walked her outside the bar.

The cool night air was exactly what she needed to steady her racing heart. She smiled over at Adam, tilting her head at how pretty he looked beneath the sign’s neon light. He’d tugged his hat off and run his thick fingers through his long, curly blond hair, and it made her want to do it, too. She giggled.

“What?” He asked, watching her curiously.

“I just can’t believe how handsome you are.”

“Ah, I…” He grinned and ducked his eyes down, giving her that sweet reaction she’d grown to love since she’d seen how shy he’d get. “Thank you. Means a lot, especially coming from a woman as beautiful as you,” he managed, glancing up at her and smiling as though dazed.

“God… you are too much.” The last words Jane managed before she flung herself forward, drunk and crashing her body into his thick, sturdy frame before laying her arms across his broad shoulders. Her lips smashed against his. His shocked surprise melted away quick and soon he was kissing her back with as much need as she’d demanded from him, if not more. Desperation paused at the edges of his touch, like he’d been a man starved of affection for too long and was having trouble holding himself back from devouring it all at once.

It’d been a long time since Jane had been kissed, let alone like this. Adam’s hands were all over her body and he’d backed her against the brick wall to the bar, digging his hips up against hers. He was rough, but somehow Jane still knew he was doing everything he could to hold back, and he could be rougher. The way that storm brewed inside him and he tried his best to contain it made her heart pound. Adam pressed his tongue into her mouth and a soft moan vibrated in her throat as he dug his hips up between her legs.

A few snickers and whistles from down the way quickly reminded them both they weren’t alone. Adam jumped away from her as though she burned – or he burned her – and blinked until he’d cleared himself of the haze their desire had laid over them.

“I –”

“Are you sober?” Before he could get through his thoughts, Jane pressed, knowing exactly what she wanted now. She’d never felt this way before and Kate had been right. She was going to take full control of this experience and she had a feeling Adam needed to let go too.

“No.”

Jane suppressed a groan, knowing she was still too drunk to safely drive. “Please tell me this town has a cab service.”

“Actually, on Friday and Saturday nights, old Earl runs a little complimentary service to give free rides to people who can’t drive themselves home.”

“Oh, perfect. Can we…” she realized then that she didn’t want to bring him back to the hotel room. What if Kate had gone back early? What if she already had someone there? What if she arrived there later when Jane and Adam were… busy? She felt awkward, suddenly, realizing she was essentially inviting herself over to his place. “I mean, if you wanted to,” she stumbled out through kiss-swollen lips that still tasted like him, “I figured I could come to your place and we could… keep… going.”

Adam looked at her for only a moment and then nodded quick. “Yep. C’mon.” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and quickly hit a number, dialing the man who offered rides and letting him know how much they’d appreciate one. As soon as he hung up the phone, he was pulling her toward him, letting her body gently crash and settle against his. His hand slid greedy down her backside and rested against the side-curve of her ass.

“I don’t really do this.” Her alcohol loose tongue spilled the beans but before she could be embarrassed, Adam was nodding.

“I don’t either.”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” Jane said, tilting her head and looking up at him. “You’re… ridiculously handsome, you’re sweet, you’re funny… wait, did I say how hot you were?”

“I think handsome counts toward that.”

“No. No, handsome and hot are two things. You are both.”

“You’re quite the flatterer when you’re drunk.”

“And it’s adorable how shy you are about your good qualities, but also very frustrating. Stop dodging my compliments, cowboy.” Jane pressed up on the tip of her toes and pecked a quick kiss against his lips. They smiled at each other when she pulled away.

“Actually, Jane, I –” Adam began, but Jane shook her head firmly.

“Nu-uh. I said no arguing.”

“I wasn’t, I needed to tell you –” but before it could register that Adam was talking, someone honked their car horn behind her, and Jane jumped to look at an old man in a pick-up waving his hand toward them.

“Hey Adam!” It must’ve been Earl, the man who was going to give them a ride. Jane grinned and, hand in Adam’s, turned to head toward the truck. Adam didn’t follow.

“Wait, Jane, before we go, I needed to tell you –”

“Adam,” Jane said as she turned back toward him. “Whatever you have to say won’t change my mind. I… there’s something about you, about the way I feel about you, that I just can’t explain. I’m always logical, I always follow the path I can clearly see. I told Kate I wanted to learn to take risks and be brave, and I think fate led me here at the right moment so I could meet you. I don’t want to think about what tomorrow morning means, or that eventually I’m going to have to leave. I just want to be in the moment with you. Tonight. Please?”

Adam drew in a breath; he opened his mouth but seemed lost for words. His hand squeezed hers tight before nodding and following her toward the waiting pick-up truck.

Somehow Adam managed to hold a casual conversation with Earl on the short drive back to his property. Earl shot a few questions at her which Jane managed to answer despite being distracted eyeing Adam every chance she got. She needed those firm hands on her body again. She needed his mouth searing kisses into her skin. She needed to feel him pull her close as if every second they spent apart was a kind of torture for him to endure. That passionate storm was inside him, and Jane wanted to be the one he unleashed it on.

She needn’t suffer long, since the town was small, and Adam’s small ranch wasn’t too far outside the main streets. Earl pulled the truck into the driveway and let Adam know to give him a call if he needed a ride to get his pick-up the next day. He bid farewell to Jane and told her it was a pleasure meeting her. As he rolled his pick-up truck out of the driveway, leaving them standing hand-in-hand in front of Adam’s house, a horse nickered gently from the pine-wood arena.

“Looks like we woke Lucky up.” Adam said with a grin, gesturing toward the bay colt who stood at the fence, watching them with ears perked.

“Sorry Lucky!” Jane waved, and Lucky snorted, bobbing his head and giving another rumbling nicker.

“He’s telling you,” Adam whispered playfully, and jane laughed.

“I said sorry!”

Lucky snorted, swished his tail against his flanks and turned around, clearly deciding he’d heard enough and was done talking with her.

“Come on,” Adam whispered in her ear, pressing his lips against her neck. “Let’s go inside.” He turned her toward the door, fishing into his pocket for the house keys.

After fumbling a little with the lock, Adam managed to open the door and the pair of them spilled into the living area without any grace. The door slammed shut as she pushed him into it and fell against him, lips hot on his and tongue slipping in his mouth. Adam groaned, fingers pinching her skin and tracing over her curves. Jane’s hands dropped between their bodies, and her fingers brushed the shape of his cock, semi-hard and trapped in the tight denim of his jeans. Adam grunted and clenched his jaw, pouring a hot breath out of flared nostrils.

“God woman,” he managed in a tight voice as she ran her fingers up and down its shape, teasing more blood to fill it.

Drunk and giddy on the boldness inside her, Jane kept pushing the more Adam responded. She tugged his shirt from his jeans and slipped her fingers up beneath the material where she could feel his warm skin. Adam groaned. His wide palms skimmed down her backside until they could grip and squeeze into the fat on her ass. He pushed her into him, and Jane went without a fuss.

While she had been the one to lose control initially, Adam turned the tides quickly. He pushed off the door and bullied her willing body backwards, one hand lifting to the back of her hair, guiding her mouth against his. His tongue pushed into her mouth just as the arm of the couch touched the back of her knees. Adam didn’t stop and they toppled over, him falling as a shadowed blanket over her body. Their laughter and giggling were breathless and short-lived as their mouths crashed together again.

A knee between her legs parted them, and Adam’s hips sank dominantly. He pressed the bulge of his hard cock, painfully trapped beneath his denim jeans, against the rucked-up fabric of her flowy dress and the cotton of her panties. He thrusted and groaned. Jane’s eyelashes fluttered, chin jutting out toward him as the back of her head pressed into the couch cushion she was laid on. When his mouth left hers – he panted in warm breaths above her as he grinded between her legs – Jane moaned unashamedly. It melted into a needy whine, and her fingers left his thick, muscled arms to run down the shape of his back, nails pushing into the material of his shirt.

Adam lowered his mouth, caught her lips greedily and with enough force to bruise, but didn’t stay long. He left her lips tingling as he began to kiss along her jawline and down her neck. Jane’s hands went to the buttons on his shirt, eagerly and blindly slipping them out of their holes until the material hung open. Her fingers were immediately on his chest, smoothing down the firm shape of his pecs and over the soft fat on his stomach that lay atop the firm muscle below. She arched her nails into his skin just to feel him tremble, and to hear him moan against her as he took his mouth from her collarbone.

Pushing his palm into the couch for leverage, Adam lifted himself off the couch and away from her. He stood, breathing in great, heaving gasps, with his shirt hung open at his sides and showing that delicious torso and chest underneath. His cock was a hard and thick defined shape trapped in his Wranglers. His long, fluffy blond curls had been tousled by her greedy fingers and lay in wild directions around his face. He reached down, easily grabbing her up and swinging her over his shoulder. He was strong… Jane squealed and laughed, kicking her feet out. “C’mon, wild thing. I think it’s time you were tamed.” He said while playfully jostling her up and onto his shoulder. He reached with the hand not holding her and smacked her ass. Hard.

“Adam!” Jane squealed, gasping at the soft sting of contact that made her nerves sing.

Adam chuckled with a raspy breath and kicked the door to his bedroom open with his boot, walking quickly across the open space to dump her gently onto the bed. Jane bounced into the soft give of the mattress, laughter in her mouth as she turned on the duvet and laid herself out in front of him. The flowy, flirty material of her dress had ridden up her thighs and left them bare and pale for him to look at. Adam stood at the end of the bed, knees brushing its edge, and stared down at her with his blue eyes gone black in hunger.

Jane had never had a man look at her like that, let alone one who looked like Adam. She was breathless, skin flush and patched with red from where his mouth, tongue and teeth had already tasted her all down her neck and over the soft cleavage of her breasts. Lying out on his bed, Jane propped herself up on her elbows as Adam slowly began to strip from his clothes in front of her. He pushed the shirt still hanging open off first, revealing those thick, work-muscle curved arms, broad chest and thick torso. His fingers fell to his belt buckle next, which caught a shimmer of light from the moon outside when he tugged it from the clasp and left the leather of the belt hanging open in his well-fitting jeans.

She drew a breath as he slipped the button free on his jeans, tugging the stiff denim off his hips. She could easily see the thick bulge of his cock pressed hard and needy against his boxer-briefs, tip of the head skimming the elastic band. He hooked them on his thumbs and tugged, pulling them down his thick, blond-hair dusted thighs. His cock swung forward, heavy, and he grunted before sighing with relief at finally having no restrictions holding it tight. He was big… bigger than Jane had ever been with (not that she’d been with many men to compare him to). Her eyes widened, and she forced herself to pull them from his cock, so their eyes could meet.

Jane swore the alcohol should have all but burned up in her veins but thought she must still be at least buzzed for the bravado she suddenly grasped. Beneath the steadfast eyes of a handsome, naked blond-haired angel cowboy in front of her, Jane slowly pushed herself up on the bed until she was on her knees. She reached down, grabbing the material of her dress, heart pounding in her throat and skin hot. Forcing herself to hold his eyes, Jane pulled it upright slowly, pulling the fabric away until she was kneeling in front of him in her cute matching set of baby blue and white pinstripe bra and panties. She didn’t stop or hesitate, even when Adam’s tongue wet his lips in anticipation and made the muscles in her belly squeeze tight. She twisted an arm behind her back and easily popped the clasp to her bra, shrugging the material off completely. Her fingers went to her panties.

“Wait,” he could barely talk, his throat was so tight, but that command fell hard between them. She watched his large chest rise and fall with needed breaths and slowly pulled her hands away from her hips.

Adam leaned his weight onto the bed, setting his bare knees atop the duvet. He crawled over her and Jane laid back until her head was on the pillows and he was a dark shadow above her. Horses, the outdoors, a faint wisp of unoffensive cologne and the clean smell of whatever he used for his curly, blond hair drifted off him and wrapped itself around her. She sighed into it, too wrapped up in the emotions to realize that though they were practically strangers, that smell made her soul feel as if she was home.

His fingertips lay gentle touches on her body, down her arms, along her sides, to her hips. They stilled in the elastic of her panties, and Adam pressed his lips against hers, suppressing a groan on her tongue as he pulled that last bit of clothing that lay as a barrier between them. As soon as they were cast aside, his hands returned to her body, skimming her curves, fingers curling in to where fat naturally rested on her figure and giving it a greedy squeeze. His calloused palms slipped from her ass to her breasts, where he devoted time, tongue, and touch to making her nipples hard and her moans sing one after the other from her caught-open mouth. Jane arched her back toward his touch and reached to slip her fingers into his blond curls, pulling tight.

His mouth popped wet off her right breast, the skin tingling from where his beard had gently scratched it. One hand was used to prop his large body over her, so he didn’t squish her beneath his weight, but the other reached so his thumb and forefinger clasped her chin. Adam turned her eyes toward his – barely discernible, but for the moonlight pouring in the window to the left of the bed – and slowly lowered his hips between her parted legs. His cock skimmed her thigh before the head pressed at the warm, wet, tender lips between her legs. He found where she parted, their eyes locked, and his open mouth poured a warm, long moan over her as he slowly sank inch after inch inside her.

Only once there was no more room left for him to press in did Adam release her chin. He dipped and smeared his lips over hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth at the same time he drew his hips back and pushed in again. His moan was a vibration in against her tongue and to hear it made her eyes want to roll. Jane arched toward him, taking him more eagerly at his next thrust. Together, they found a pace that drew passionate moans spilling freely from her kiss-swollen lips and ones from him in hot, heavy breaths above her.

For a moment, that’s what it was. Fucking. The pair of them lost in the sensation of being in that intimate, special place with someone their hearts were deeply moved by. Jane watched him over her, what she could see of him in eyes adjusted to the dark and moonlight spilled through glass pane. She watched the hard dip of his brow, the intense dark of his blue eyes staring down at her, and the jerk of his gold curls over her, the ends just brushing her bare shoulders every time he thrust inside. She could feel how tight she was around him. How wet.

Adam’s eyes met hers, and they were pulled back into the moment and away from their individual, romantic thoughts. Adam’s hips slowed, and each stroke was full, languid, and enjoyed. He dipped, brushing his lips across hers with a brief touch that sent tingles through them. Once. Twice. He teased these kisses, but never fully pressed his mouth against hers. She ached for it. The tips of her brows pulled inward and the noise she made became half a moan, half a whine. Adam responded with a chuckle that was merely a breath and sank into kissing her as deeply and fully as she’d wanted. His tongue stroked hers as his cock pressed inside, and she moaned, arching beneath him.

Only when their lungs were near starved of air did their lips break, and each drew desperate, shared breaths as Adam’s forehead pressed against hers.

“Jane,” he moaned, and to hear him say her name nearly pushed her to the edge.

“Oh,” she whined, brow pinched tight, face warm with his breath, “Adam… Adam…”

The slow pace dissipated as he pulled them toward delectation, his hips swinging wildly into hers, their moans and grunts and panting mixing together. Sweat stuck their skin close and blood sang through their veins, every nerve in their bodies on fire, sensitive to the faintest touch. Jane’s eyes closed tight, her mouth hung open, and the velvet muscles wrapped around his cock squeezed tight before, victim to the whims of her body, she went still as stone.

“Adam!” One last cry strangled from her throat as the crash came. Fireworks behind her eyes. Jane’s thighs trembled and shook, clapping against his hips as Adam grunted and drove himself deep inside her, going still. His thick fingers curled tight into the sheets, muscled arms squeezing her arms tight. The heat of him poured inside her, and it was only then she realized they’d been too wrapped up in the moment and hadn’t thought to use protection. Strangely enough, for a girl who never took risks, Jane wasn’t the slightest bit bothered.

Adam slumped on top of her for a moment, drew a breath, and slowly eased his weight from suffocating her. Sensitive and coming down from their individual highs, they maneuvered their bodies carefully to relax into the aftermath. Gingerly, Adam pulled himself from her, bent to lay a soft kiss against her forehead, and walked barefoot across the room to what appeared to be the master bathroom. The light pooled white and gentle from the open door and he left it on as he returned clutching a small washcloth which he’d lightly dampened with warm water.

“If you’d like?” A question in his voice as he handed it toward her.

Jane smiled and took it from him, trying not to be touched that his first thought after sex was to get her a washcloth to clean up with. It was an act that should be commonplace, but she knew from experience it often wasn’t. As she cleaned away the sticky webs of their joined cum from her thighs, Adam returned to the bathroom to presumably wash himself up, came back to pull on his boxer-briefs and turned to rummage around in the nearby dresser.

“I can give you one of my shirts to sleep in, if you’d like?”

Jane had just started gathering up her clothes when she looked up and saw him smiling gently, hand extended with a white cotton t-shirt in hand. She smiled and nodded, taking it with a thank you and went to clean herself up, pulling on her panties and pulling his shirt on before glancing at herself in the bathroom mirror. Had she ever seen herself look so carefree and happy? A smile crawled across her face before she could stop it, and she ran her fingers through her hair, fixing it from where it’d bunched and tangled during their lovemaking. Her heart felt as if it skipped, thinking of going back into the room and snuggling into his arms for the evening.

That smile again.

She turned away and clicked off the light, stepping into the moonlit room where her cowboy had gingerly taken her dress and bra, setting them on the dresser beside where he’d propped her boots. He was laying in bed beneath the cover and, when she entered the room, threw the other side back and gently patted the mattress.

“C’mere beautiful,” he said, voice gentle and sweet.

Jane slipped into bed and cuddled up against his side as he opened his arm for her to tuck in. That arm wrapped around her body as Jane turned into him, head resting on his broad, warm chest. For a moment they said nothing, only existed. Adam’s breath was warm against her hair. Everything in Jane began to relax, her entire body feeling as if it were made of jelly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this content. Her eyelids began to gently close and she fought them, not wanting to waste a moment they had together on sleep. Adam’s fingers began to skim up and down her bicep and shoulder.

“Can I say something super cheesy?” Jane asked quietly, eyes still closed.

“Mm?” His voice rumbled in his chest where her cheek rested.

“The way I feel with you… I’ve never felt this way with anyone.” Too astonished, too happy, and too relaxed, Jane couldn’t pause to worry about whether that was something she should have kept to herself. Those were the kind of things you said to a man you’d been seriously dating, not a one night stand you met on a quick stop-off on a road trip where you’d likely never return.

It was only when Adam didn’t say anything immediately that worry pinched at her heart. Jane stirred on his chest, tilting her head up to look at him. She found him watching her, blond curls a fluffy mane around his handsome face, blue eyes filled with a myriad of emotions all tangled up in one. He was smiling, though, and he shook his head gently back and forth before leaning forward and pulling her in with his arm, so he could press his lips in a kiss against the top of her head.

“I feel the same way about you,” he confessed once he’d laid back and relaxed his arm, letting them return to how they’d been snuggling.

Without it needing to be said, they both were smart enough to see that this wasn’t easy. In the morning, Kate would likely be ready to drive on, and they’d continue to their destination. Maybe on the way back they could stop again… but Jane still had a semester left before graduating university and from there, she’d planned on job hunting closer to home to stay near her parents, siblings, and nephews and nieces. Adam had his parents here and his small horse ranch and horse training business. Their lives were set in opposite directions.

It was with that unfortunate echo of an ache, wrapped up in Adam’s arms, that Jane drifted off to sleep, her mind unable to grasp to a solution, but too comfortable being held by him to do anything but surrender to the peace it inspired.

Sleep came and stayed until the soft, gentle chiming of an alarm began to pull her back to consciousness. She groaned gently.

“Sorry darlin’,” Adam whispered in a soft voice, gently easing himself out from where they’d still been tucked up close together, so he could grab his phone and cut the alarm. “I have to go feed the horses.” It was still dark outside, judging by the lack of light in the room. He slipped out of the bed and the immediate lack of his warmth made her shiver. Gently, he set the cover back around her before rummaging around for clothes.

“Do you want me to help?” It was mumbled into the crook of her arm, where she hadn’t managed to lift her head. Despite offering, she could feel sleep pulling her back.

Adam leaned over and placed a kiss on her temple, thumb gently tucking a wayward lock of her hair behind her ear. Jane lifted her sleepy eyes toward him and raised a brow.

“No, that’s alright sweetheart,” his gently spoken terms of endearment were making her heart ache in the most wonderful ways. He was still bent toward her, holding her face in the palm of his hand as if he couldn’t pull away. “When I get done we’ll go get some breakfast. Sound good?”

“Mm, mhm.” Jane nodded, and Adam brushed his lips against hers, sank into a deeper kiss, smiled and finally let her go.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”

“Mmkay,” she barely managed, eyelids already drooping, and curled her arms around the blanket in his absence, inhaling his smell that sat in the sheets and drifting back off to sleep. His gentle laugh at her sleepy antics where the greeting to her dreams.

Jane wasn’t sure how long she slept for, but the soft light of early morning pushing in through the curtains pried at her eyes and she slowly opened them, wiping the sleep away and blinking the room into focus. Adam still hadn’t returned, but she wasn’t entirely surprised and felt a small stab of guilt, thinking she should have forced him to let her help him. It would’ve gone faster with the two of them. Slowly she moved from the bed, pulling the covers back and going to the bathroom to splash a bit of water on her face and run her fingers through her hair. She was just beginning to debate whether she should steal a pair of sweatpants from his drawers and go out to help him when she realized she could hear noises from somewhere in the house.

It sounded like a skillet being put on the stove, and she wondered if Adam had decided to surprise her by cooking breakfast instead of them going out. Smiling, Jane moved quickly from the bathroom, still dressed only in her panties and his shirt (it was large on her, the hem just barely covering the curve of her rear), she decided she’d let him know she was awake and spend time with him while he cooked.

Jane started down the hallway, not trying to be particularly quiet. From around a turn, where she assumed the kitchen was, there came a sudden voice.

“Adam? You must’ve slept in late! Those horses are pry starving!”

A woman’s voice.

“I didn’t see your truck in the driveway! Did Earl Brown have to drive you home last night?”

Jane froze in step, eyes wide. What…? Who…?

“I’m making biscuits and gravy; it’ll be ready by the time you’re through feeding!”

Standing near the end of the hallway, Jane glanced back down at the end where the bedroom was, fingers pulling the hem of his shirt down and wondering what she should do. Should she go hide in the room until Adam came back in and explained what was happening? Should she go grab her dress, see if she could sneak out the window and call Kate to come pick her up? Shit… she couldn’t do that, she’d left her purse with her cellphone next to the couch when they’d first started making out.

Was he… with another woman? No… that couldn’t be it… Adam didn’t seem like the kind of man capable of cheating. Jane didn’t understand.

“Adam?” Concern and confusion now, and the voice was closer than before. When Jane hadn’t answered they’d apparently decided to come investigate.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck… It was too late for Jane to duck back down the hall. They’d see her scurrying away.

“Oh!” An older woman appeared around the corner of the hallway and stopped dead in her tracks, blinking with wide eyes and staring at Jane. “Oh… Oh my dear, I am so sorry… I thought you were…” She turned red in the face at the sight of Jane’s lack of dress.

“Um…” Jane took a small step back, dying inside and trying to figure out what to do.

At that exact moment someone else joined them. A young girl, maybe six or seven, with long curly blond hair set like a wild, untamable mane around her fair face and the prettiest set of blue eyes. She was holding a small, stuffed pony and dressed in a long cotton purple shirt with frilly fabric at the end and pink heart patterned leggings.

“Why are you wearing my daddy’s shirt?”

“Uhh…” Jane’s eyes were wide and jumped to the woman, who she now assumed must be Adam’s mother. Oh god… oh god…

“Avery, sweetheart,” the older woman blinked and snapped her realizations in place, turning with a smile at her granddaughter. “Can you help grandma set the table? Three places, alright?”

“But grandma,” the little girl argued in a whisper, glancing back at Jane with a confused and suspicious look across her young face, “she’s wearing my daddy’s shirt.”

“Avery be a good girl, alright. Listen to grandma. Go set the table.”

Avery looked from her grandma to the stranger in the house – Jane – and a look of frustration crossed her face before she turned around and headed back the way they’d come.

“I’m so sorry dear,” Adam’s mother started with hushed apologies, shaking her head and waving over Jane’s shoulder, “You just go back and get yourself decent. Breakfast will be ready in a little while.” With one last look that was both confused and apologetic, the older woman turned and followed the way Avery had gone, leaving Jane standing alone in the hallway, struggling to process what had just happened.

Adam… had a daughter?

Jane had ducked quickly into the living room to grab her purse, retreated to the bedroom to put on her bra and dress and was sitting on the bed, trying to figure out what she was going to do, by the time Adam slowly came into the room. He looked embarrassed and closed the door with a soft click behind him.

“Jane… I…”

“You have a daughter.”

“Yeah…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Confused, she searched his face for answers.

“I don’t know…” He glanced from the floor at his feet to her and shook his head slowly. “I… I was going to, before we got into Earl’s truck, but… what you said about not wanting to worry about the consequences, and it just being about last night… I was drunk… I…” He paused and blew out a breath, walking across the room to sit on the end of the bed. They were in reach, but still sitting apart. “I don’t have a good enough reason, Jane. I just felt something for you I haven’t felt for anyone in a long time, and I was afraid if you knew I was a single father, you wouldn’t want to get involved with me. I should have said something, I know. I just… wanted to let go for once and enjoy something good that crossed my path. I don’t get that very often, if ever.”

There was an ache in his voice. A sorrow. It transcended across his body and his shoulders were hunched, eyes dark and troubled.

“Well…” Jane drew a breath, “it’s not like anyone got hurt… I mean, I’m horrifyingly embarrassed knowing the first time your mother and daughter saw me, I was only wearing your t-shirt and my panties, but I’ll be fine as long as your daughter isn’t mentally scarred.”

Adam’s brows dipped apologetically. “God, Jane, I’m so sorry… my mom was going to keep Avery for the day, but she had a nightmare and wanted me, so they decided to come over and cook up breakfast. I was out in the barn and didn’t hear them pull up, and I never have anyone over, so she didn’t think…”

Immediately, Jane thought of that adorable little girl with his fluffy blond curls and lovely blue eyes, scared and needing her father, and nothing else mattered. Who cared if she’d suffered some embarrassment? It wasn’t the first time. It would have been nice to have Adam tell her about his daughter, but Jane could see his side of things. Why bother talking about her if it was obvious, they weren’t going to see one another again?

“Can I ask about her mother?”

A look crossed Adam’s face. It was that same one he’d had briefly last night, when Wade had been surprised to see he was with a girl, and when he’d started talking about moving back home after college. It was pain and sadness and regret.

“She’s out of the picture. For good.” His voice clipped at the end.

“Oh…” Jane said softly and glanced at her hands in her lap.

“It was her choice.”

She looked over at him. Adam licked his lips and ran a frustrated hand through his curls, offsetting them. It made Jane’s fingers itch, wanting to reach across the distance between them to tuck the hair back in place. He wore his pain so close to the surface, it was impossible not to see it.

“How old was Avery when she left?”

“It was a month before she turned two. I moved back home so my mom could help me with raising her.”

“Oh…” Jane blinked, trying to think of a reason a woman would leave her year-old daughter and a man like Adam behind. She just kept drawing blanks.

Suddenly, there came a wild flurry of little knocks on the door. “Daddy and Daddy’s friend, Grandma says breakfast is ready! Come get it while it’s hot!” The little voice yelled behind the door, and despite the heavy atmosphere in the room, Jane smiled. They could hear the little patter of her feet as she ran back away, returning to the kitchen.

Adam looked over at Jane.

“If you just want to leave, I wouldn’t blame you. I can wait with you until your friend arrives… I’d hate to subject you to sitting down for breakfast with my mama and my daughter after all this.”

Those were the sort of things you did after you’d been dating for a while, when you talked about maybe becoming a little more serious and kept going back and forth about when and how you’d meet them. Their already complicated story got a whole lot more complicated.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jane asked, watching him quietly.

“No,” he said it too quickly, realized he did, and drew a breath. It slipped out slow and he shook his head, staring at her. “I don’t ever want you to leave.” He hesitated, as if realizing he’d said it, and then decided to charge full steam ahead. “Actually, I uh… I’ve been trying to sort it out the whole morning while I was feeding the horses, I might have some ideas how we could make this work…”

“Make… what work?” Jane could barely breathe.

“Us…” Adam’s blue eyes were soft on her. “If… if you wanted to try it, that is.”

Talk about complicated. Jane blinked, envisioning her strict plan she’d kept herself diligently on, pushing herself through university to earn her degree, and how close she was to finally checking everything off her to-do list. Nowhere did it say she’d start dating a single father in Montana.

But when was the last time anyone made her feel this way?

Jane stood up slowly. A look of sorrow touched Adam’s face as he assumed, she meant to leave, but he pushed it away, as if he wanted to do everything he could to help ease the burden of making this decision He didn’t even want her knowing he was upset about the choice he made, trying to respect what she chose. Jane’s heart ached, but she didn’t leave the room. Instead, she walked around to his front to face him, put her hands on his shoulders and smiled when his eyes lifted and met hers.

“Let’s hear those ideas,” Jane said, and was about to say more when Avery’s little voice yelled through the house.

“YOUR BISCUITS ARE GETTING COLD!”

They both broke out into grins.

“After breakfast.” Jane concluded. “I’d hate to let a man’s biscuits go cold.”

Adam stood up, and his wide, warm, calloused palms wrapped around her hands. He pulled her in and leaned down, kissing her gently.

“After breakfast.”

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When you walk away (Nothing more to say)

chapter 10 - just,,,,all the fucking angst

trigger warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, self-degrading talk, thoughts of suicide, crying, glass stuck in hand (Remus breaks a beer bottle in his hand), blood, toxic father, lots of swearing, lots of angst, allusions to biting nails into blood, rain, talk of hypothermia, some mentions of a dog barking, allusions to self harm and suicide (no actual suicide or intended self-harm), cognitive distortions, underage drinking, drinking spoiled beer let me know if i missed something

summary: All the fucking angst poured into one chapter intended to emotionally destroy you.

author’s note: it's 2,500 plus words, buckle up, buttercups. I am writings this at near-midnight and if ya'll see some typos, don't blame it on me blame it on the red bull. Also wooo!!! this is the 10th chapter!!! can't believe I made it that far and that ya'll are still reading my elaborate daydreams that I vomited onto a screen!! yaay!!!

He was cold. No, not cold, numb. Both, actually. The rain trickled along his soaked denim jacket. Not that Damon cared, he deserved it anyway. The jacket did nothing to keep him warm, after all, it's main purpose was to look cool. A shiver shot through him as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. His shaking hand slowly took it out, "Avery...?"

Remus.

Damon put the phone back and let it ring until the only sound he could hear was the rain falling, the occasional car driving by. He didn't want to talk to Remus right now.

...Huh. Didn't want to talk to Remus, that would be a first. A bittersweet feeling flooded Damon's chest. He couldn't tell if he was still crying or not, if yes, the rain mixed with the tears too perfectly to tell. He could still see the sidewalk before him, but not for long. It was dark, it was getting darker. Damon sighed, just a few streets more. Just a-

He sneezed. Great, so now he has a cold, this day couldn't end any better. He flinched as a loud barking began, probably a dog. It's not like Damon paid any attention to it. He didn't know if Avery would be home, he prayed that they were not. The barking stopped, that or Damon was far enough for the sound of rain to block it out. He should check if Avery was home.

He pulled the phone out again, scrolling through the phone screen with some difficulty due to the rain. He finally reached their phone number, typing a simple message: 'u home yet??'

He waited for a response, still walking towards their house. He tried to shield the screen with his arm but eventually gave up when his arm started cramping. After a few minutes, after he finally accepted he would get so response, his phone buzzed. Damon looked at the screen again.

'U MEAN U ARENT HOME YET!?!!'

Oh, shit, that's right. God, Damon was so stupid sometimes. It wasn't long before the phone buzzed again.

'DAMON HORACE BARNES ANSWER ME DAMN IT!!!'

Well, there goes his freedom for the next six years and a half. He sped up his tempo and began writing back: 'i was at-' he hesitated, finger hovering before the screen for a while, then they got back to work 'i was at virgil's'

'...at least u were inside, wouldnt want u hanging out under a bride in this bad weather or something'

'lmao y would i be under a bridge im not THAT stupid'

'just get home already -_-'

And with that, Damon shut off his phone and looked up at where he was, hopefully his muscle memory didn't betray him. It didn't seem to, as his house was finally in view. He sighed and walked directly towards it, picking up the spare key from beneath the welcome mat on the rocky path. He opened the door and was immediately hit with a wave of warmth. He took off the soaking jacket and tossed it onto the kitchen table. He shivered at the feeling of bare arms, the wet t-shirt doing nothing to preserve his body heat. Not that he cared anyway, it was just another thing to add to his list of problems.

He went straight to his room, not bothering to turn on the light, plopping onto his bed in the still wet clothes. Now that he was alone, still cold, and at home, he could think about what will be the consequences of his actions. He tangled his hands into his hair. Stupid. Remus probably hates him now, great, he made everything between them awkward because he was selfish and wanted Remus for himself. He curled up into himself. Stupid. Of course the one time he doesn't think, the only time he acts on impulse, is the time that he ruins everything and more. He tugs on his hair harshly, taking his attention away from the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He's so stupid.

"Okay, you guys ready?" Jenna glanced between the two, "Or is our widdle newd here afraid of freezing to death?" she baby-talked at Logan.

Logan rolled his eyes in retaliation, not saying anything and instead walking up the steep hill to Jenna's brother's car. He...wasn't entirely sure what he was called. Kind of a bad thing considering he was getting a ride from him. It wasn't long before the other two joined, Jenna sitting in the front seat while Logan and Virgil were in the back seat. Logan didn't care for nor listened to the bickering of the twin. He turned his head to the other side at the heavy feeling on his shoulder. Virgil was resting against it, of course, Virgil always preferred to initiate physical contact, it was obvious why. The ride was not at all silent, not that it bothered either of them. It wasn't long before they were at Virgil's house, with the mix of Virgil signing and Logan interpreting to...Tyler, was it? for directions. He didn't thank the twins, even when exiting the old car. It was a bummer leaving Logan, but he'll live, right?

Virgil pulled out his keys to the house and let himself in, recoiling in panic when someone threw himself at him, "There you are! I was worried sick! I thought someone had kidnapped you or you froze to death!" Emile pulled back, still clutching at his shoulders, to look at him, "Do you even know how late it is?! I thought you…" Emile trailed off. The scars on Virgil's legs hurt faintly as he did. Emile soon shook his head, "Well, I am really glad you didn't. Y-you must be cold. Wait on the sofa, I'll make you some hot cocoa and reheat yesterday's dinner, yeah?"

Virgil couldn't help but nod, his chest heaving with guilt of what he did. Not the same guilt mom made him feel, no, definitely not. This was a new kind, he didn't like that one either. The sofa was soft, softer than he remembered, maybe he was just tired…Was Logan tired? Why was Virgil asking that? Of course he was, who wouldn't be?

To say Logan was tired would be an underestimation. He was exhausted, in more than one way, "Answer me, for fuck's sake!" The hands banged on the table. Logan didn't relent answering this time, "I, uh, I was heading home and...got caught up with some friends…" he fiddled with the loose of his flannel.

His dad scoffed, "Some friends you have, you smell like cigarettes and paint."

Logan needed to think of a good lie, just until momma comes down. Just a few minutes, she always worries for Logan, she would check if he came home. His dad inched closer, "It's a second-hand smell, I had to take a shortcut through a poorer part of the city."

Soft steps could be heard up the stairs, growing closer and closer. It wasn't soon after that momma revealed herself on top of them, tired as always. She froze for a second when she saw Logan, then stomped down, all while dad tried to reason with her, "Honey, Melissa, you surely know what a slacker he is, I mean, look at him."

Melissa turned her head so she couldn't see Gerald sign or move his lips. She looked at Logan taking his face in her hands. Logan looked away, sighing after an intense staring contest that Melissa won, "I am sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," Melissa was still frowning, but her face softened, she always had a soft spot for Logan.

Gerald scoffed, knowing his wife won't hear him anyway, "I can't believe she's that gullible..." he grumbled something under his breath, most probably about Logan being spoiled, and went upstairs to his office, where else would he go? His mother removed her hands from his cheeks and began signing, a thing Logan was glad he didn't have to interpret to someone anymore, like, do you even know how tiring that is?

'Where on earth have you been? Do you know how worried I was?!'

Logan sighed, signing back, 'I was out with some of my friends, I apologize for making you worry,' he watched as surprise glazed over her face for a second.

'Boys like Roman and Patton would never stay out so late.'

Logan hesitated, looking away.

Melissa raised an eyebrow, eventually waving it off and sending Logan to bed. The poor boy must be tired, she was too. She can interrogate him about his whereabouts some other time.

Tap. Tap. Tap. The droplets of rain fell to the ground endlessly. Clank. Remus kicked the trash can over, garbage spilling over the sidewalk. Tap. Tap. Tap. His shoes tapped against the concrete. His uneven breaths echoed the streets in white clouds of breaths. The place where his fingernails should be is stinging with the cold and pain, fingers digging into the outer side of his arms, dried blood on where the fingers were placed. It wasn't from the arms, his nails weren't sharp enough to do that. Remus could still feel the metallic taste in his mouth, the familiar taste, it didn't mean he liked it though. He hit his foot on something hard, his eyebrows furrowed. Remus looked down at it, slowly picking the beer bottle up. Did it have something left? Remus shook it. Hah, at least something in his life didn't go wrong for once. It tasted bitter, flat, Remus might say. Not that it mattered, as long as it got him drunk. He took another swig, face scrunching up at the taste, but hey, he'll get used to it. Just like he gets used to everything. Like living with momma. Like being a disappointment of the family. Like being alone. Yeah, he can get used to being alone again, no biggie. He'll get over it. He gets over everything.

He heard a car passing, god, he hopes it'll run him over. It gets closer, Remus can hear it. He considers running in front of it...no, he...he couldn't do that to Virgil. A freezing shock runs through the left side of his body, he shrikes and jumps away from the road.

...God, simply fucking amazing. Now he's soaked completely. Well, too late to jump in front of that car now. Remus blinked and looked up...Where was he again? How...How long did he walk for?

"Remus?"

He already knew who that was, how couldn't he? He didn't need to be babied. Remus kept walking. He couldn't even bare looking at Damon's family.

The car still rode beside him slowly, "Remus, kid, you're gonna freeze out here, c'mon."

Remus kept walking.

Avery sighed, "I'll drive you home, okay?"

"Why?" Remus barked back. His step quickened.

Avery stuttered, "Why?!" Remus flinched at the sudden rise of tone. Avery tensed, "Look, sport, by this rate you're gonna get hypothermia, and I already have one teenager to worry about. Get in the car."

Remus didn't relent. He didn't wanna deal with anyone right now. Knowing Avery, they wouldn't...interrogate him, per se, but they will try to, ugh, talk to him. He didn't need that. He didn't hear them say anything. Did they drive off already? He didn't hear them.

Avery sighed, "I'll call your mom."

Remus' eyes widened, "Wait, no, don't!"

Too late. Too late again. Fucking god, Remus just couldn't do anything right, could he? He just...always messed up no matter what. Remus' grip on the bottle tightened. He could just hear ma and Roman, 'God, Remus, you're such a burden!' his hand started shaking. Why should he even bother them with his presence? Maybe if he hurts everyone he comes to contact with he shouldn't exi-

The bottle shattered. Remus hissed in pain. Fuck. He dropped the remains of the beer bottle onto the ground, beer mixing with his blood. His hand twitched, he trembled with pain, and the rain isn't fucking helping. Great, just...fucking magnificent. This shit is just asking to get infected. Whatever. Whatever. What the fuck ever.

Avery opened the door to their house, putting the keys back in their purse. It was dark, don't tell them..."Damon? Honey, are you here?" they called out, listening carefully for any sound. Soft sobbing came from his room. Avery slowly walked to Damon's room, not bothering to knock and opening the door right away, "Sport? You okay?"

The light from the kitchen illuminated a part of his room, mainly the bed where a bundle of sheets shifted more into themselves, "Get out," came from beneath them, voice hoarse and raspy, almost like...

"Oh, honey," Avery walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I am assuming it has something to do with Remus?"

The muffled breathing stopped, they could almost feel Damon tense.

"I...saw him on the way here," they explained.

Like on command, Damon rose from the bed, "You what?! What did- did he say something? Wh- why is he still out, it's late!" his bloodshot eyes were wide and searching all over Avery's face for answers. All he was getting were dark circles and even darker eyes.

Avery sighed and slowly moved their hand to Damon's. This time, they could actually feel him tense up, "Damon, sweetheart, what happened? Did Remus hurt you?"

Damon looked at Avery like they had just slapped him, Wh-what?! Of course not! He would, he would never do that!" his hand clenched into a fist. Damon looked away from his parent, "I just...messed up like I always do."

Something in Avery broke, "Dee, dee, sugar, look at me."

Although unwillingly, Damon looked at them. They took Damon's face into their hands.

"You could never mess up something as big as you and Remus, okay? One mistake won't erase years of friendship."

"B-but-"

"There are no buts in this household, Dee," they slowly stroked the other's cheek, "I am sure you two will make up in no time."

Eventually, Damon gave up on trying to convince Avery otherwise. He nodded, "Yeah, okay. You're right," just get over with it, he wanted to be alone right now. Or forever.

Avery sighed, "Of course I am, just wait," they got up from the bed and walked over to the door before turning back to Damon, "I'll order some pizza and we can watch Law & Order on my laptop, yeah?"

Damon nodded. As soon as Avery walked out he buried himself back in his bed. Huh, he didn't notice but he was starving. Whatever, he deserved it anyway. He could hear Avery talking on the phone, though he tuned them out. He wanted to be left alone, how could he trust himself around other people now? He couldn't. He shouldn't. He should just...pretend tonight didn't happen and avoid Remus as much as possible. Yes. The best-case scenario, Remus was too drunk to remember it, though, he probably wasn't. Eh, give Damon a rest, let a man dream. Though...Damon wasn't sure he would dream tonight...or anywhen in the future, really. Now that he thinks about it, Damon wasn't sure about a lot of things. Hah, how pathetic of him.

#long post #when you walk away (nothing more to say)#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #me??? coping with my daddy issues??? in this fanfic??? it's more likely than you think.#angst #it's dark side angst o'clock and the clock is stuck

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chensuggababy · 5 years

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Summary: A night of two peoples have an adventure together.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Character (female)

Genre: Fluff x Sad x Adventurous

Rating: PG

Warnings: Minor mentions of brain cancer, death, and suicide

Word Count: 6.6K

The bell above the door ringed. It was a girl in pair of blue jeans, a plain black shirt with a gray zipped up jacket. She had the hood up trying to make her less noticeable from the other costumers. The diner wasn't empty, but it wasn't full either.

"Just take a seat anywhere, Love." The waitress who was in her mid-forties wearing a diner uniform called out to her while she was pouring coffee in the mugs for an elderly couple. The girl looked around to see that there was a window seat on the farthest side of the diner. She walked fast to the table, sliding in the booth. She could have sworn that the gentlemen at the counter were talking about her. Brushing off, she flipped through the menu of the diner. There were many options to have but nothing could make her feel better than a cup of extra chocolate in her hot chocolate and pancakes.

"What can I get you, Love?" Looking up at the waitress, she could see the fair wrinkles forming into her old age skin, and the considerable layer of make up the lady had caked on her face.

"Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and a stack of pancakes please." She said softly but loud enough to be heard. She folded the menu and placed it back where she had found it.

"Alrighty Love, it should be coming out shortly." Jotting the order down with a pen and the ticket pad. The waitress turned to turn in the order before assisting with other customers. The girl looked out the early evening of the sun getting ready to set, watching nothing in specific, just letting her mind wander. She was having a rough time since her friend Taehyung took his life.

"Here you go Love, one hot chocolate with extra chocolate. Your pancakes should be coming soon. Let me know if you need anything else." The waitress placed the mug of hot chocolate in front of the girl. She offered her a light smile before going to check on another guest.

There was a ring from the door, making notice that someone had entered the diner. She didn't bother looking up until the figure sat in the booth in front of her. The girl brought the mug of hot chocolate up to her lips, blowing on it before taking a sip, it was her chance to check out the male in front of her. He had a fainted yellow blonde hair that was a little messy but a small gap on the forehead. The small hoops he had in his ear matched with the chains around his neck and his white shirt, black jacket, and black pants. She studied him while he was looking through the menu of the diner. When the waitress came to ask him what his order was, his voice a deep voice that had laziness to it, as he had woken up for the day.

She didn't pay any much attention as she had gone back to looking out in the window to see nothing. They were in the part of the town where barely anybody visits, not because they don't want to visit it. Because it was the run-down part of the city, it doesn't get any attention from the townspeople.

"A hot plate of pancakes and here's the syrup." The waitress set down the plate and a jar of maple syrup. She asked the girl if she needed anything else, but the girl gave a quiet no thank you to the waitress. The waitress smiled and told the girl to call her if she ever needs anything. She unrolled the silverware from the napkin, took the fork in her hand after pouring her syrup on the pancakes. When setting the jar down and looking up, she meets eyes with the blonde hair man sitting two booth seats away from her. To him, her eyes were like an open invitation to join her; To him, her eyes held a story that she wanted someone to hear. To her, his eyes showed tiredness and a hint of giving up on everything. To her, his eyes showed that he too had a story that he wanted someone to hear. She was the first to look away with a blush trying to bloom across her face. She pulled the hood farther to make sure that he couldn't see her blush.

It was the first time showing any emotions after losing her best friend. When the news of her friend, she had no tears to spare for him. It was like all the water in her body wouldn't produce the tears for her to cry over her dead friend. She blamed a lot of people, including herself for his death. If only she knew a way to save him before it had come to what he did.

Shaking off the feeling she was feeling, she focused back onto her food. Curious to who she is. He grabbed his black coffee by the handle of the mug. He stood up, walked to her table, and placed his cup down.

"You don't mind if I seat here, right?" He asked her, making her glance up to meet his dark brown eyes. She could have told him to fuck off and leave the table. She could have left the table herself, but something about his appearance was captivating to her. She didn't speak, only glanced at him while chewing on her food. It was awkward when the waitress had set his eggs, sausage, and bacon in front of him.

He shrugged off the feeling of her stare while he took a drink of his coffee and unraveled the silverware from the napkin. The silence between them was awkward at first, but the sound of them eating food together was something that made them comfortable with each other.

"What's your name?" He asked, taking a bite of his bacon. For someone she didn't know, she wasn't for sure if she wanted to give him her real name.

"Rae, you can call me Rae." She didn't look up from her plate, putting another bite-size in her mouth.

"Is that your real name?"

"No, but it's the one you only need to know. I don't know you, and you are a stranger to me. I rather keep myself mysterious." She glanced up to meet his eyes again for the third time. He thought to himself with his hand placed on his mug. She could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Alright, I see how it is. Let's pretend we are someone we're not. You can call me Suga."

The girl made a sour face "that's the best you can come up with Suga?"

"Don't judge the name Babygirl. You were the one who gave me your fake name so I can pick who I want to be." He smirked.

It was a whole another world when she saw that smirk. It made her heart pound hard against her chest. "Don't call me Babygirl."

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay fine, Rae." Using the name he was given to use. She pushed her plate away as a sign that she was done. Again nothing was said while she looked at the now dark sky.

"What do you say we hit the other side of town and have some fun?" He asked her, bringing her attention to him. The last time she had fun was when Taehyung was still alive. She wasn't impressed by his proposal of going to do something, but she had this nagging feeling inside her telling her that she needed to go with him. Weighing her pros and cons, she finally decided to nod her head at him. And once again the smile appeared on his pink lips.

Throwing a hundred dollars bill on the table, he reached for her hand, pulling her out of the diner. Letting the people in there gossip about them.

It wasn't a few meters away from the diner; he was looking over his shoulder and around his surroundings. She watched him closely observing his movements. It wasn't long until she figured out what he was doing.

"Are you crazy!!! You can't just go around stealing someone's car!!" She shouted at him in a whisper, causing him to chuckle. "Rae it's fine." He said, and a few seconds later, he was able to open the driver door to hotwire the wires making the car run. He leaned forward, unlocking the passenger door and opening it for her. "Well, aren't you coming?" He asked her giving her a smug smirk.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She muttered under her breath. She was hesitant before hopping in the passenger seat and shutting the door.

"Buckle Up Buttercup ." He said not giving her time to do so before slamming on the gas pedal and speeding off.

The flashing lights from the street lights and buildings were memorizing to look out the window. She honestly didn't care where he was taking her. She should, but a deep gut feeling was telling her that he was a harmless person.

"What's your story?" He openly asked, trying to get the elephant out of the room or in their case the car. She chewed on her lip out of nervousness. It was her first time opening up about her problems. They always say that it's easier to open up to a stranger, then to a person who knew your whole life.

"My best friend killed himself." Telling him as she avoided his stare by looking at the red light they were stopped at.

"Lucky ass bastard." He muttered loud enough for her to hear. Hearing that made something inside boil with anger. Opening the passenger door and stepping out, he was yelling at her. "Hey what do you think you are doing?"

"Getting away from an asshole like you!" She slammed the door, walking to the sidewalk so she could get out of the road. He opened the driver's door and called out for her. There was a honk behind him, causing him to curse and getting back inside the car. He turned on the hazard lights on and slowly crept next to her.

"Rae??? Come on get back in the car Rae." He pleads, but she didn't listen. She was stubborn against her own will when it came to her being stubborn.

"Fuck Rae!!" He hit the stirring wheel in frustration. He got lucky that there was an empty parallel parking spot that he could pull right through to hop out of the car.

"Rae, Fuck I'm sorry" He was able to catch up to her, grabbing hold of her wrist to make her stop. "Shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. God damn, I'm such an asshole." He ran fingers through his hair as she stood and watched him have a mental breakdown. It was a few more times of him cussing at himself for messing up when she started chuckling at him.

He stopped to look at her laughing face expression. It was more beautiful than the one she had painted on at the diner or in the car. "I'm glad me cussing myself out can bring humor to your life."

"Yes, it's hilarious."

"Look, I am sorry for saying that. It's just I'm a fuck-up mess who's given now until three weeks to live. And whoever takes the easy way out are lucky assholes to me." He paused, looking at her before sighing.

"I was diagnosed with brain cancer a few months back. So I been depressed, felt like my life had no purpose, but when I look at you, I feel like you're something I need, something I needed when I passed on. So please as an almost dead man wish can you at least spend the night with me. We can do crazy things, tear shit up, whatever the fuck you want to do. What do you say?"

She was looking down at her feet when he spoke to her. She didn't want to show him her pity for him. Here he was trying to enjoy his last moments of life, and she thought her life was hard with her best friend gone.

"Please?" He took a daring move of twining his right hand in her hand and using his left hand to lift her chin. Meeting with his eyes, she could see the wanting for her to stay.

She didn't have to say anything but one head nod he was dragging her down the sidewalk. They weren't for sure where their first stop was, but it didn't matter as long as they were together for the night.

"Can I ask a favor?" He was asking her a question again. But this time it was a question that made him have butterflies in his stomach. "Can you pretend to be my girlfriend for the night?" She blushed at his question, looking shyly away before replying to him with a yes. He couldn't help himself by kissing her cheek.

His lips formed into a smile when looking down at the shy girl in front of him. "Come on." he took her hand in his, leading her down the street into a run. She had no clue where he was taking her, but to her, it was exciting to be on this unknown adventure with a stranger that she met. She felt that her soul was in a free sprite with the wind against her skin as she ran with him.

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After many short cuts of the alleys, they finally made it to their destination. The lights shined brightly over her face. It was a twenty-four/seven arcade. Flashbacks flooded back to her of the time she went to the arcade with Taehyung. The last time she was at an arcade was two weeks before what happened to Taehyung.

"I uh, I wasn't for sure where to go, and this was the only thing that popped into my mind for the moment." She turned to look at him, watching him scratch the back of his neck.

"I'm down for a couple of games." she winked at him before rushing the building. He smiled to chase after her. When walking in, there were many games lined up against each other and the wall. Some of the games had driving video games, shooting guns, and the claw machines to get any stuffed plushie of any choice. He scanned the room to see her playing at the old Pac Man machine. He quietly watched her until she couldn't beat a higher up level. She took his hand and lead him to a two-player game of racing cars. She let him choose the course of what they were racing on. When he cheered in victory, she pouted at her lost. He couldn't help but think that her pout was cute. He returned a wink to her from the wink she had given him earlier. She watched him walk up to the basketball game, dropping the coins the noise came on, and the balls came rolling down for him to be able to grab. He wanted to show off his skills of shooting hoops since he was good at them despite his short height. When the seconds timed off, and a buzz went off, he had a score of 850. She clapped her hand and cheered for him as he took his bow. They moved along to the next games spending an hour and a half before leaving with a stuffed lion plushie.

"That was fun, thank you." she thanked him. By now, she was comfortable with her fingers twined with his. "You're welcome, Babygirl. So where too next?" he asked her. She had to stop and think before her face lightened up, and her smile brightened his gloomy world. "I know, but we need food, silly string, and spray paint."

He was confused as to why she needed silly string and spray paint, but he didn't want to question it. Instead, he knew that there was a convenience store nearby. It was a short walk with a peaceful silence between them. It wasn't awkward for them as it was at the beginning of the night. When they entered the small store, there was an elder man as a cashier; it looked like he owned it. The elder man didn't even look up from the book he was writing in to greet them. She looked at her pretend boyfriend for the night, telling him to get the food while she went to look at the silly string and spray paint.

He was in an in-depth debate when she snuck behind him with a can of silly string already opened. She couldn't help but smile when she pressed the button and string flew out of the can. His reaction was hilarious to her as he was trying to protect himself from her attack. His laugh was like music to her ears. He grabbed the first object his eyes laid on, taking it in his hand and opening the bag of chips he dumped it over her head, making her laugh. They quickly started a fight of him dumping food on her and her spraying him with silly string. The action stopped when the elder man had found them and started yelling at them. At that point, they stopped took what they could get and ran out of the store with the older man cursing at them, and being slow he couldn't catch up with them.

They laughed as they ran down the street carrying the things they got from the store. They found an old building alley to catch their breath. "Did you see his face with the mess we made." she laughed.

"Did you hear him cursing and chasing us." he laughed along with her. They reenacted some of the things the elder man said to them. It was a couple more minutes before they both were able to calm down from holding their stomachs and wiping their tears from laughing so hard. "So the spray paint?" he asked her, pointing at the different color of cans.

She smiled, picking one up. "Would you like to graffiti a place?" she asked him with a smile. He looked into her eyes, thinking before nodding his head yes. He did tell her that they could do some crazy shit and tear thing up for the night. She knew the right place to go where she always went. But going there wouldn't feel right, so she knew a different place to go. She stood up, holding out her hand for him to grab. He took it, letting her help him up before gathering the food they stole.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I need you to steal another car." She told him as he leaned back and laughed.

"Anything for you Babygirl," he said, looking around the cars were parked along the street. She followed behind him quietly with her arms full of the food and spray paint. This time he chose a car that was a dark old sedan with a sunroof. He worked fast with the wires getting it to run and hopping in the car quick. She didn't bother to buckle up and just threw everything on the floor next to her feet. She put the location in the GPS of her phone, letting him know where to drive. He was able to hook his phone up to the aux and played music. The clock read ten pm, but to them, it felt later than that. She turned the music up loud and opened the sunroof. Standing up, she let her upper body through the sunroof. Closing her eyes and spreading her arms out, she felt the cold wind against her for the third time. It was a freeing feeling that she been feeling throughout this night with him.

Coming down from the window and sitting back in the passenger seat, she opened the bag of chips and started eating them. She also fed him too as he drove. They went through all the food they took before getting to their third destination for the night.

She shook the cans while finding an empty spot on the wall to paint. She was a painter, but he wasn't, most of his artistic went to making music in his free time, which was every day since there wasn't much for him to do in the day. He had to sneak out of his parent's house because it was too suffocating of having them breathing down his neck, waiting every minute to see when he will take his last breath. He was tired of the doctors not doing their jobs and doing all these tests on him to see how long he had.

She set down the cans and started painting on the blank space. He sat down and watched her use her artistic ability. They talked back and forth about their lives and how much they could turn it back to the moment they wanted too. She told him her story, and he told her his story. She could say that they were no longer strangers to each other. That a friendship or their pretend love relationship was growing. It wasn't until she was close to being done when the sirens of a cop car made her drop the cans and ran with him. They were lucky to lose the cops. They both were hunched over with their hands on their knees, trying to catch their breath. They were at a bus stop.

"Where to next?" She asked next, moving to the bench to massage her cafe muscles and thighs. He sat next to her closing his eyes to concentrate on calming his heart down. "Want to go to the beach?" She pulled out her phone to see that it was only eleven-fifty. She nods, it wasn't going to take them long to get to the beach. She knew they would have to take a couple of buses to get there, but that was fine with her.

On the second bus trip, he rested his head on her shoulder and went to sleep. She couldn't help but smile at how cute he was sleeping. He needed his rest with the busy night he was having with her. Their stop was coming near; they were almost to the beach. She pulled the string that was connected to the bell to let the driver know that they were getting off. She shook him awake. He was in a daze but snapped out of it when he stretched and saw where they were at.

When the bus came to a stop, they both got off and headed in the direction of the beach. It was only close to one am. He paid close attention to her to see that she was barely hanging on. He grabbed her wrist to make her stop. He hunched down low enough. He gestured her to get on, but she was hesitant, seeing how fragile he was at the moment. She asked if he was sure, but he was stubborn and kept telling her it was alright. She sighed and hopped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He struggled a bit but didn't want to have her get off.

The motel wasn't far from the bus stop they had gotten off at. When they asked for a room, the middle-aged women chewed on her gum. They felt uncomfortable with the judgemental glares from the lady as she continued to chew on her gum loudly. Thanking her, they went to find their room for a few hours. He just wanted to make sure that she at least got some sleep. They entered the place to see it was a little run-down and looked like nobody has been using it for a while.

"Uhhh, you relax. I'm going to get some food at the convenience store we passed on the way here." He scratched his neck, looking down at the floor. She gave him an okay before he left her in the room. While he was gone, she decided to take a short shower. When she got out, he wasn't back, so she just went on ahead and crawled in the bed. It was seconds later she was passed out from her exhausted night.

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The clock read 4:16 in the morning. Even though the bed looked horrible, she got a good nap in. Sun raise was going to raise around 6 am. She got out of the bed to see that he wasn't in the room. She wondered if he was alright; it made her worry that he wasn't here when she woke up. She quickly got her shoes on, letting the door slam shut behind her, running to find him.

With the twenty minutes of calling out the name he had given her to use, she sighed in relief when she found him sitting in front of the convenience store with a couple of bottles of alcohol and a pack of cigarettes. She couldn't help but feel angry at him not because he left her in the motel room by herself but because of the way he was treating his body.

"What the fuck!" he yelled in surprise. It had caught him off guard to have his cigarette to be flicked out of his hand. When he looked up to see who it was. He was shocked; he thought it would be another hour or so until he went back to the room but to see her here standing in front of him with an almost empty box of cigarettes and two empty bottles of alcohol. He wasn't sure how she would have reacted to seeing him like this.

"What the fuck? I should be the one who should be saying What the fuck. I was okay with you leaving me at the motel room but when I come out to find you smoking and drinking. Are you trying to fasten up your death?" She asked him, making him feel guilty. Deep down, they knew that they cared for each other.

"Do you have a problem with that?" He stood up, towering her. They looked into each other eyes, not daring to look away.

"Yes, I have a problem with it. What's wrong with living?" She shouted at him, trying to understand in his state of mind to see why he wanted to hurry up his death processes.

"Its none of your fucking business as to what I do to my body!" He shouted back at her. "You don't know what it fucking feels like to have someone tell you; you only have three weeks possible less to live. Nobody in my family fucking cares about me anyway. They rather I be fucking dead so they won't have to deal with my sick self."

She could feel the tears roll down her face. "You have someone that fucking cares for you, but you're too fucking observed in your own self-pity to see it. I can't stay with you if you can't see that I care for you." She told him, turning on her heels to leave him. He didn't say anything, just let her walk away. She felt that her heart shattered into millions of pieces. It only took one night for her to fall in love with him as it took one night for him to fall in love with her. He threw one of the empty glass jars to the ground to let out his frustration when he watched her disappeared in front of her.

He knew he fucked up. He knew he was self observed with his own self-pity for himself. He thought no one would care for him but she showed him wrong when she stayed with him all through the night when he had asked her. Falling to his knees, he let out his tears that he had been holding on forever. His emotions were like a bomb that ticked to zero and exploded through his body. Just like the beginning of the night when he fucked up, he went after her, but this time he didn't care how he looked. He just wanted her next to him. Feeling everything will be fine that he got from her. Getting up on his feet, he set out to find her. To apologize to her and make her feel what he feels when he is with her.

She made it to the beach, that was't far from the store that they were at. All she could feel was a numbing pain that she felt once before with the death of her best friend. She sat down on the sand watching the waves wash up on shore in the night sky that was close to brightening up. Letting out her tears that wouldn't stop falling, she heard a faint yell far away. Choosing to ignore it, she didn't think that he would care so much about her to come find her. But she was wrong when looking up to see him standing there with bloodshot eyes and tear streaks down his cheeks.

"I never met someone like you that could bring me down to my knees." He said literally dropping down to his knees to be eye level with her. "I never thought that one person for the night could have so much effect on me. Before this night, I given up on my life, letting others control my life of no going out. Letting them poke at me with needles and tell me that I have so many days to live before I die. The truth is...I don't want to die. I'm actually scared shitless of dying and when you saw the alcohol and cigarettes I thought it won't be much damage to me because hey I'm slowly being killed by this tumor in my brain. Tonight is one of the best nights of my life because I have you next to me and that's all I want. Is to be next to you until I die." He took her hand in his, softly giving light strokes from his thumb. "I don't want this to end like this. I want you to feel how I feel when I am with you right now. I want us to forget what happened a few moments ago and replace it with a new memory that I can cherish for a bit. Please forgive my fucked up self." He asked her, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

She could barely breathe when feeling the tingles shot through her body. She would be stupid to forgive him but she couldn't find it in herself to not forgive him. She didn't care about how full he is of himself at the moment because he has the right to be selfish about his life that is being taken away from him. She raised her hand to softly cup his cheek, she rubbed some of the leftover tears away. It was their moment that everything in the world stopped in time as they gazed into each other eyes. She couldn't resist the pull that was pulling them together as a light kiss became a hot and steamy one.

For the first time in her life she wasn't scared to give herself to a guy. She wanted to give all of herself to him. She wanted to feel the warmth of his hands trailing down her nude body and that was exactly what he did when layers of clothes were pulled off. He wasn't rough, he was gentle, making sure that he wasn't hurting her as they found a rythum that pleased them both to their climax.

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She couldn't hide the smile that was permentantly glued on her lips. The arms wrapped around her stomach. Turning in the arms around her, she meet his passionate eyes. Planting a kiss on his lips he softly smiled and moved some strands of hair out of her face. "Its almost sunrise" he muttered to her.

"We should probably put on clothes so we don't get in trouble for nude publicity." She suggested as he agreed with her.

They walked hand in hand with the sounds of the waves and seaguls crowing, the smell of the sea salt air and the light morning breeze blowing. When the sun peeked up; they sat down to watch in memorize in silence.

"So do I get to know your real name now?" He asked her. She looked down at their twined hands and smiled.

"Ji Ah. My name is Park Ji Ah."

He couldn't help but smile at how cute her name was and how it fit her. "It's nice to finally meet you Ji Ah. I'm Yoongi. Min Yoongi." He told her showing her his gummy smile. "You wouldn't mind having breakfast with me Ji Ah?" He asked her. She teased him for a few seconds pretending to think about but nod her head to give him his answer. He got up and held a hand for her, which she gladly took so he could help her up. They made their way to eat while watching the sun rising was completed.

They made small talk on the way back to the town they were in, miles away from their original home. Waiting to cross the street, he felt himself feeling dizzy but he shook it off and pretend nothing happened. It was when they were crossing the street that he felt dizzy again but this time his hand slipped out of her hand and he fainted back, landing on the pavement street. She was in a panic of calling his name as the people who were out early morning gather around. Someone from that crowed had the chance to call for an ambulance. She had made an excuse for her to ride with him to the hospital.

When given the forms to fill out she had no idea to put but had told them that he had a high stage of brain cancer. She was lucky that they given her his cell phone that they found in his pocket when she was waiting on news about him. She had stared at the phone for a few minutes before getting the courage of pressing the small button on the side and letting the screen light up. It wasn't a second when notifications started coming soon. She clicked on one that said Mom. Waited for the ring to go through, until a sound of a woman's voice come through. She told the women the situation of her son. The women promised to get there as fast as she could with her husband. When the doctor came in the waiting room, they should her the way to his room.

She slowly turned the knob on the door and peeked inside. Tears formed as she saw him on life support and a bandage wrapped around his head. She couldn't help but let out a sob and grabbing a hold of his hand. She didn't know that his life would end with her. "Please don't leave, I don't think I can live without you now" she whispered to him, thinking that he would be able to hear. But he couldn't, he was only on life support until his immediate family got here.

"Yoongi!!!" A voice screamed coming through the room, making her jump. The lady through herself at the boy lying in the hospital bed. She watched the parents greive over their son until they notice her appearence. The lady who didn't know her, wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you for being with my son. I was so scared when I couldn't find him. Where did you find him?" the mother asked her.

Looking down at the floor and back at the women. She had to be honest with her if not then she didn't know what this woman could put on her. "I was actually with him the entire night ma'am." she told them and told them from beginning to the end of how they got here. The women cried as the male placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's never your fault for him to be like this dear. I thank you for giving my son the best memories of his last night being alive. He really deserved an angel like you watching over him." The women's words put her to tears. She was really the best thing to him on his last day to live.

It was the next morning when his parents decided to take him off life support. She stayed in the back letting the tears escape when she heard the long beep singaling that he was gone forever. It was a couple of weeks when his mother contacted her about his service. She had went but stayed in the background watching his family and friends grieve over his death. It was a couple of months when things changed her life.

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Epilogue **********

She watched her dauhter run ahead of her in her little black dress. It was the day where she wanted her daughter to remember who her father was. She had told her the story of how they meet and his parents told the little girl storys of what her father was like. Even though he couldn't be there for her birthdays and holidays they both made time to go visit him on his death anniversary and a couple of days before birthdays and holidays.

"Mama hurry!" The little girl called out to her mom.

"Soo Ah, don't run too far." She called out to her five year old daughter. The little girl listened to her mom and waited patiently for her mom to catch up. When she did, she took her daughter hand. They finally made their way to his grave.

"Hi Daddy, Mama and I are here." she talked to the gravestone like he was actually sitting their with them. She stood next to her daughter listening to all the things that happened to her from the last two weeks they last visit his grave. They put out fruit and other food to give as an offering. When she told her daughter to pick out flowers from the bush, she was able to say a few words of what has been going on and what his parents been doing. When it was time to go, they placed the flowers in front of his grave and said their goodbyes.

"Mama, will I see Daddy when I go to heaven?" her daughter asked her.

She smiled and picked up her daughter off the ground. "Yes Soo Ah, you and I will both get to see Daddy when we go to heaven but won't be for a while."

"When I see Daddy, I'm going to give him a hug." She kissed her daughter's cheek and hugged her tight. "So will I, sweetie."

"Shall we go to grandma and grandpa's house?" Asking her daughter as her daughter nod and asked to be set down so she could run ahead of her mom.

"I love you Min Yoongi" she said looking over her shoulder and followed after her daughter.

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Unforseen Chasm (Part 64)

Part 64 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2655 Warnings: Language, dark moment for reader, 5 yrs after the snap, grief, anger, killing spree, new love, endgame plot, enter Uncle Wade Wilson,hope, worry,

Song for this part: Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.