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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Opposites attract (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Warnings: swearing? I don't really think there are any tbh.

Word count : 2.2k

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Sweet as pie. That’s the way people tend to describe you. So why on earth did you ever think that bad boy Paul Lahote would ever like you? It was stupid really. You’d had a crush on him since you were little and it didn’t seem to stop there. It wasn’t a phase you grew out of. Everything inside you screamed when he was near. But he hardly noticed you at all. None of the guys on the res did. At least, you didn’t think they did. You’d given up hope a long time ago that he would ever see you more than just a little girl he’d grown up with.

Leah Clearwater, your best friend thought you were stupid. She didn’t understand why someone as nice as you would waste your time liking him anyway. He was hot headed, a flirt and extremely unpredictable. Leah didn’t like him partly because he was a member of Sams group, they had always been friendly but something had changed within some of the guys on the res. They were closer than ever now, like a little gang. It wasn’t only the boys who had changed, you’d notice a change in Leah too, maybe it wad because of all she had gone through, you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Leah and Sam had dated for three years, one day Sam up and left, no explanation, leaving Leah lost and alone. Then he decided to reappear and instead of giving Leah an explanation, broke up with her and started pursuing Leah’s cousin Emily young instead. Let’s just say she didn’t really get along with the guys anymore, or Emily, who she used to be so close with. You were her rock and she was yours. You know she never wanted to see you go through the same heartbreak.

It was summer break and you and Leah had decided to get away for a few weeks. Being surrounded by the same people day in and out got a bit much. Especially when you lived in the small community you did. You hadn’t gone too far away, only to Vancouver. It was just nice to have some freedom, be somewhere no one knew you. Leah was relieved to get away, it just meant she wouldn’t have to be around Sam as much. While you were studying a higher education, she had started a mechanic apprenticeship with the one and only Sam Uley, it was her best opportunity, even if she didn’t like to spend time near him, that’s what she told you anyway.

It was your second week in Vancouver, you’d been sightseeing, visiting museums that would help with your studies but you also just took the time to relax. Everything was going amazing. Until that night.

The fancy restaurant had been your idea, you had both been enjoying your time away, but for some reason since arriving in Vancouver you’d been feeling off. Your mood swings were off the charts and you didn’t understand why, you never wanted to take anything out on Leah, you didn’t even have a reason to be moody, and yeah it was summer, but somedays you felt overly hot, like you had a fever and then it would disappear like it was nothing. This friend date was a way for you to make it up to her. She didn’t seem bothered by your change in attitude though, she seemed more concerned if anything.

You were both sat in the restaurant waiting for your food to arrive, talking about silly shit, laughing together obnoxiously, drinks flowing thanks to your fake ID, everything was going perfect until three men came floating through the front door. They were stunning. Absolutely beautiful. At this point you were sure you were staring, one of the men turned his head, caught your eye and winked at you flashing a toothy grin. You blushed and looked away, Leah kicked you under the table.

“What, he’s good looking, the red contact lenses are a bit strange though.” You titled your head to the side pondering the thought, not realising that Leah had gone extremely quiet. Then something weird happened. Your body started heating up like it had done in the past few days, your palms were sweaty, your hands shook a little and your head started to ache. You felt weird. You couldn’t focus. Leah was saying your name but you couldn’t really hear her, it was a little muffled and then…. then nothing. You were feeling alright again. You looked up Leah’s face one of terror mixed with concern.

“Do you wanna get out of here? I saw a burger van on the way we could just go back to the room.” You nodded. Not feeling the fancy atmosphere anymore. Maybe you should see a Doctor.

-Leah’s POV-

“Of all the places we could go, there’s leaches here too?” Leah was pissed, this is what she had been hoping to get away from but fate was a bitch. Not only that, but she was pretty sure her best friend was going through the change in front of her very eyes. She guessed she wasn’t the only female shifter anymore.

At one point she had paused during the dinner. Actually at a couple of points. The first, when she had watched you sip two cocktails like they were water. She was impressed, goodie-too-shoes who? Second, when the leaches walked in through the very crowded restaurant, and third, when the pack back home had heard Leah’s thoughts, the boys were worked up. Sam being Sam, was ordering Leah back immediately, worried she would accidentally phase putting you at risk. Also, they were worried that you would shift for the first time. They all knew how unpredictable it could be. One little thing could set you off and BOOM, shift in front of hundred of humans. Leah being Leah liked to defy Sam, so it came as no shock that she refused to cut the trip short. She did have a valid point though, what would she tell Y/N?

Leah was glad when she’d manage to persuade you to leave the building, burgers were actually sounding like a good idea right about now. Watching you sit and get wasted was fun, but she wished she could join in sometimes and not have to pretend. She was worried that the Vamps would follow after catching her scent. If they knew what was good for them, they’d stay away.

Leah kept on looking at you, she could sense something was wrong, she knew the signs having gone through them herself. One minute y/n was fine, the next sweating, the next she looked pissed, as much as Leah liked to handle things on her own, this was a big thing to deal with and she knew it, so it came as no surprise to her when Sam mind linked to say that a few of the guys were already on their way to your hotel to bring you guys home. She hated to admit that she was relieved. She looked to you again, now you were happily munching on your food, caught up in thought.

“Hey Y/N, so uh, some of the guys from the Res are in Vancouver, how funny is that.” Leah laughed nervously, looking at your for any reaction. She watched as you screwed your nose up and then blushed. Her friends eyes widened.

“That’s cool, Vancouver’s a big place though, I don’t think we have to worry about bumping into them. Weird how they ended up in the same place. I wonder if Paul is here…. I haven’t seen him in forever, it’s bound to have been at least 6 months by now.” Leah rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend. She was still day dreaming over stupid Paul. She didn’t know what she found so fascinating about him. Sometimes you can’t help having a crush. Leah frowned. She knew all about how it could end up.

“Who knows Y/N, fate is a funny thing, I wouldn’t worry about Paul, he’s normally caught up in his ego to notice other people anyway, if he didn’t notice you now he’s a lost cause, cause girl you look hawt.” Leah grinned and nudged Y/N with her arm, Y/N nudged her back and chuckled. It was almost 11pm by the time you made it back to the hotel lobby, you’d only just stepped in when you heard a noise from behind you. Leah turned around. Standing on the opposite side of the road were the Vampires that she’d seen only a couple of hours earlier. She growled lowly under her breath. Her mind focused on one thing only. Keeping you safe.

“It’s okay Leah were almost there, just putting our clothes on.” Embry. His voice came through the link. Good, they were almost here. Hopefully when the vamps caught whiff of more shifters they’d leave for good. There’s no way they could shift in the middle of a city without being seen.

Leah had told Y/N to wait at the bar for her while she “Took a call outside,” which really meant she was just waiting for the guys and making sure the vamps didn’t get through the door. When she turned her head she saw her friend chatting to the the bar man, flirting and sipping on more cocktails. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, god you were amazing. Not a care in the world. She frowned knowing soon enough your life wouldn’t be as simple. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard growling, the boys had arrived and obviously the Vamps now got the memo because they ran off when they realised there was back up.

Leah could finally relax, Embry, Quil, Jake and oh god.. Paul.. arrived just in time. Grinning at the she wolf like the idiots they were.

“Took you long enough.” Leah smirked and elbowed Jake playfully. Paul was about to retort but he stopped and sniffed the air. The rest of the present pack looked confused. Leah turned around and noticed her friend walking towards them all with a shocked expression on her half drunk face.

Then it all made sense.

-Paul’s POV-

God what a mess. Paul was pissed off as per. He’d had to cancel a date he had on his one night off to go and save Leah’s and Y/N’s ass’ in Vancouver. Of all nights. He obviously didn’t hesitate when Sam gave the orders, as much as it pissed him off he knew that if another pack member needed him he’d do everything he could to help, you were family. Not to mention, he as well as everyone else, didn’t need some new pup exposing the tribe secrets. Shifting in public would be good for no one.

On the way the boys talked through the link, communicating with Leah periodically, making sure the Vamps had stayed well away.

“So, when was the last time anyone actually saw Y/N?” Jake was the first to start the conversation. When was the last time Paul had seen you? He couldn’t remember, if he had to think about it, probably before her shifted, it had been a while, he knew you’d been studying higher education, and with all of the pack stuff, he didn’t tend to see anyone else other than his wolf brothers and sister.

“I saw her not long ago, she was in the convenience store picking up groceries for her Pops, and damnnn she’s changed, not a little girl anymore.” Quil joked through the link, wolf whistling. Paul smirked, yeah right, he had always thought you were pretty, but you couldn’t have changed that much, you were still the little, younger dork that had grown up on the res.

The conversation was cut short as they reached the outline of the trees, Sam had tied a bag of clothes around each of the wolves so when they shifted they could change instead of walking around in the nude. Maybe it would fly in the woods back home, but not in the middle of a city. They made light work of getting to the hotel and scaring the blood suckers away. Pussies. When they met Leah at the entrance. Paul wasn’t really focusing on the banter, he was too distracted by a familiar but heavenly scent. He sniffed trying to place it and then he saw her.

Walking towards the group was Y/N. Her eyes a little glossy Paul could smell the alcohol, it wasn’t however, strong enough to cover up the heavenly scent he could smell radiating off the pup to be.

"It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend.”

Jacobs words about imprinting ran in Paul’s head and his world suddenly tilted. The pack paused behind him, the wolves howling in his head through the bond. Leah looked shocked and the other guys just looked stupidly happy.

Y/N was Paul’s imprint.

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namluve · 4 years

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↳ you never had it like this | mark x reader | 9.7k | two parter | 18+ genre: smut, fluff, college!au, neighbour!au, idiots to lovers, baseball player!mark warnings: switch!mark, switch!y/n, alcohol consumption, handjob, mirror, bodyshots, a little dirty talk, mark and y/n are both whipped for each other

❝ baseball player mark has had a crush on you for a while now. will college change things or will the two of you continue to dance around the inevitable? ❞

note: happy birthday mark and a late happy birthday to my one and only amanda. my best friend who happens to be whipped for mark (no joke) and this might have been written with her in mind as y/n and our squad as the rest of the characters. enjoy!

part one out of two - next part

Today was a rather hot autumn day the first week of school, and Mark was happy to be back in town. Having spent most of his summer at his grandmother’s house, he’d missed his friends a lot. Well… not only his friends. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the girl next door all summer.

Getting distracted from the conversation he was having with Johnny as he saw you walking down the yard with your best friend. What you were doing to him should be illegal, he thought. His head empty as soon as your name was brought into the conversation or when you walked by.

“Earth to Mark, please close your mouth.” Johnny teased. Putting a hand in front of his junior friend’s face, making Mark snap out of his daydreaming. Shaking his head as he was embarrassed, trying to deny the fact that his mouth had opened a little the moment he saw you.

“I- I wasn’t…”

“I was just messing with you, let’s go or else I’m gonna be late for P.E,” Johnny said as he nudged Mark towards the direction they needed to go.

As they started walking, Mark couldn’t help but turn around one last time, catching you giggling at your best friend’s words. Your thighs incredibly exposed by the shorts you were wearing, making your ass stand out more than it already did. Making your ass look even better somehow. Mark was usually a boob guy but with you he seemed to be an everything type of guy. Appreciating each and every curve on your body.

“You think y/n will be at the party?” Mark asked, without even thinking. Making his obvious crush even more obvious than it already was.

“Sunny will most likely be, and wherever she goes, y/n follows.” True, Mark thought to himself. If he played his cards right, he might be able to convince Johnny to ask her to come. Your best friend had after all, never been able to say no to Johnny. Mark smiled to himself as he thought out his plan on his way of dropping of his friend at his class. Maybe if he got some alcohol in the system he would be brave enough to ask you out or at least talk to you.

He thought his crush would have gone away by now, but it seemed like going away for the whole summer and starting college only made it worse. You weren’t a stranger to him, the two of you had talked on several occasions, your families being quite close. Talking briefly at family dinners, getting paired up on a few school assignments and sharing some classes together.

Your best friend Sunny had always been the one to initiate conversations between the two of you at school. Being charismatic and easy to talk to, she made friends with almost everyone instantly and somehow always managed to drag you and Mark together. Mark honestly thought that was just her way of getting some alone time with Johnny.

Sunny’s and Johnny’s relationship seemed simple from an outsider's perspective. A lot of flirting and waiting for the other one to make a move. Both you and Mark always thought they would end up together, knowing they both liked each other. Your best friends proved you otherwise by refusing to make a move on one and other.

They had it simple while you and Mark… He couldn’t quite place where you guys were. Sometimes, you would talk and have the most interesting conversations while at other times, you couldn’t look each other in the eyes. God how he wished you would just make some kind of move; he would be all yours in a heartbeat without hesitating.

“Stop staring at them!” You hiss as you lightly slap your best friend on the arm. Turning around to face you, she gives you a playful look, as if she was proud of something. A glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Mark totally looked at you, and by that, I mean he starred at you,” rolling your eyes at your friend’s words as she continues, “second of all. I’m pretty sure Johnny must have trained this summer. I can feel that he has abs underneath his shirt now.” Scoffing at her words, you shake your head.

“First of all, ew. Second of all, if you want to feel them you probably could. Just talk to him, y'all have wanted to jump each other since forever. Just get it over with.” Offended, Sunny gasps, placing a hand on her chest just as she usually does when she is about to lie.

“If he had wanted to jump me, he would have had by now. Besides, I think he is into older girls, so I’ll just die alone.”

“You know that’s not true.” Your best friend liked being dramatic, but you knew that most of it came out of her own insecurities. She was pretty good at hiding it but luckily, you were just as good at seeing through the walls she builds.

“Come on, let’s get your dramatic ass to class so you can think about something else than Johnny’s dick.” You say, looking arms with her as you get ready to start walking to class.

“Class doesn’t stop me from thinking about that.” Shameless, your best friend was shameless to say the least.

“I know, I know,” you say, laughing as the two of you begin walking to class. Your eyes catching a glimpse of Mark’s back as he and Johnny head towards the direction of the baseball field. They probably had some training to catch up on, considering their first game was in just three weeks.

It’s not like you didn’t have a crush on Mark or anything, because you did. A big fat crush that had lasted for over two years now ever since your families had their first family dinner together. I was when Mark’s family had moved in into the neighbourhood, inviting your family over as the good Christian family they were. Wanting to get to know their neighbours better.

Over these two years Mark has had plenty of opportunities to show any interest in you. Besides looking at you for a little to long at times, Mark didn’t exactly show you in any means that he could be interested.

So, you tried to let that crush go, thinking it would get better over the summer. Which it did. You hooked up with a couple of guys, nothing too serious. Made out, gave your first blowjob, had someone fondle your boobs which frankly, didn’t meet your expectations. Over the summer you had grown confident but all that seemed to be lost the moment you saw Mark again.

His hair a little longer, dirty blond instead of his usual black, glasses that made him look cute and hot at the same time somehow. He told you once that he usually wears his contact lenses and only glasses at home, thinking they made him unattractive. He was so wrong, and you told him that, a light shade of pink on his cheeks as you did.

In Mark’s defence, it’s not every day your crush calls you hot and he was not ready for it at all. So, he started wearing his glasses, hopping to catch your attention. Which it did, only, he didn’t exactly have any eyes at the back of his head. Missing each time your started at him from afar in class, sitting two rows behind him in English.

You couldn’t deny your best friend’s words either. Johnny had worked out more during the summer. You could see that, but it also seemed like Mark had while he had been away. The white t-shirt he was wearing to school clinging a little bit more to his chest than last semester.

If looking at Mark for ten seconds made you feel all these things, you knew you were in for a hell of a long year. Maybe, this would be the year you would finally make a move. Maybe, starting college would change your life in more ways than you thought. Maybe… just maybe… you could get your crush to like you back.

The first few days of the semester flew by and suddenly, it was Friday. You were at your best friend’s house along with most of your friends, the girl squad drinking and getting ready together. Trying to decide on what outfits all of you should wear.

“If you decide on the black jeans, you should wear them with my white top. It’ll make your boobs and ass pop!” The rest of the gang agreeing with Sunny’s words. Sana, the short pretty blond of the group raising her wine glass to her lips as she speaks.

“And then Mark will totally follow you home and y'all will pop your cherries!” Giving you a wink as she starts sipping on her wine. A faint ‘mhmm’ was heard from Sunny and laughter from the others. The atmosphere at Sana’s apartment playful as your squad had been friends for quite some time now.

“Or you could just find some else you know?” Maya, the most independent girl of your group spoke up. She had never been a fan of Mark. Found the boy too childish, well, probably because they went to the same class in middle school. But that’s another story.

“They would be so cute though! I really think-“ Sunny said as she was interrupted by her phone ringing. Picking it up, a smile placed upon her lips as she read the caller id.

“It’s Johnny!” she exclaimed happily. Everyone in your girl group, even you, sighing. Looking at each other, you all had the same thought, when would they finally just get together?

“Yeah totally! We’ll be out in ten!” She said before hanging up on Johnny, frantically seating herself in front of the mirror. Her makeup not even half done.

“10 minutes?! You do realize how much left I have left on my makeup!” Maya exclaimed at Sunny, earning an eye roll from her before she responded.

“Have you seen how much I have left? You only have your eyebrows.”

“And they take time.” Putting your hands out between your two friends, you stop them from arguing further. Taking the mother role of the group as usual.

“Calm down now, let’s just get ready. We will have even less time if the two of you fight.” You try to reason, seeing their faces soften a bit. Still holding onto their annoyance at each other for a little while, doing their makeup besides each other in silence.

Ten minutes really do go by fast when you are by your friends. Grateful to get a ride over to the party and not having to leave a car behind at campus. The welcoming party would start at campus, doing a few games before going over to one of the sorority houses. Probably the neo 127 house considering Johnny was vice president there and Sunny would probably stay by his side most of the night.

Going down the stairs of Sana’s apartment, you realize you probably shouldn’t have been drinking all that wine. Especially in one go when you found out you only had ten minutes to get ready, and the pre party would be over. Because oh boy was the stairs harder to go down than they were going up somehow.

You realize it was an even greater mistake when you are greeted with Mark leaning against Johnny’s car. The alcohol making him look somehow even better than he usually does. His hair slicked back, showing his forehead. You knew this was Johnny’s doing. A light blue t-shirt, black jeans and white vans was apparently all that was needed to make you hot and bothered. And Mark of course.

He didn’t notice you at first, to busy reading the sign that was nearby but without his glasses he was helpless. He didn’t put in his contact lenses before the party. Knowing what a mess it would be if he forgot to take them out tonight before going to bed. It would hurt like hell and knowing his drunk self, he didn’t trust himself to remember to take them out.

As soon as he heard the girl’s behind you, talking, giggling about something, he finally noticed you. Standing right in front of him, dressed way to hot, showing your boobs slightly because of the top’s cleavage. Your curves on display for him with your tight clothes. A full course meal if Mark could say so himself. Showing just enough for his imagination to start running.

“Johnny!” You were almost showed to the side by your best friend. Sunny ran up to Johnny as he looked confused at her. Even more so when she pulled him into a tight hug.

“Yes?” He asked confused, unsure what he had done to deserve such a warm greeting from her. Meeting his eyes, you shrug, nobody really knew what was going on in your best friend’s mind. The only thing that was certain was that she was way friendlier drunk.

“Thank you so much for driving us. It truly means a lot.” She thanks him and he smiles at her.

“No worries.” Johnny answers as she lets go of her tight grip on him. Your eyes darting back at Mark, meeting his eyes for a second before he looked away. Had Mark been staring at you or did you imagine things just now?

“How are we all going to fit into the car?” Ellen asks, your other best friend. You had been friends with her for the longest of time now, dating back to beginning of high school. To most people, she came across as a very cold and serious person. In reality, she most often just looks out for the people she cares about. She is also a real prankster together with Maya when she wants.

“Jaehyun is coming in a few minutes, he got delayed because Mark gave him the wrong address.” Johnny explained and Mark immediately turned towards his friend. His face slightly red, a shade of embarrassment on his cheeks as he walks a few steps towards Johnny.

“I never said the wrong address, Jaehyun spelled it wrong when tapping it into the gps.” He defended himself as Johnny looked rather amused, a smirk on his face. Happy to tease his a little bit tipsy friend.

Truth being told, Mark had had a drink or three before getting in the car with Johnny. Getting to know that they would on the way stop at Sana’s place to pick you up was to much for him to handle. As soon as he heard your name being amongst the people they were supposed to pick up, he froze. Finishing his drink and taking a shot on the way out.

He barely small talked with Johnny on the way over. His focus being on Jaehyun, who he spoke with briefly on the phone at the beginning of the car ride. To nervous to think about anything else but you. He knew he would most likely see you tonight, but he didn’t think it would happen this quick. He thought he had some time to think over what he would say to you. Maybe ask you out if things felt alright.

You stopped yourself from starting to giggle at how cute Mark looked upset. It was a look on him that you rarely saw unfortunately.

“It’s no big deal, let’s just wait for Jaehyun, yeah?” Sunny said, quick to resolve the tension between the two boys. You felt a little proud at your best friend for once not riling up the situation but to actually settle it. Johnny turned towards her, a smile on his face as he nodded, agreeing.

“Yeah let’s just do that.”

Not even ten minutes later Jaehyun arrived. Most of your squad going over to sit in his car, leaving you, Sunny, Johnny, Mark, Ellen and Maja to ride with Johnny. Ellen and Maja quickly hopped in taking their places in the front seat and that’s when you realized, there was one to many of you.

“Shotgun!” As if Sunny read your mind, she quickly claimed the front seat sitting down next to Johnny at the front. Johnny laughed a little at how difficult she had made the situation just now. Feeling a little bad for his awkward friend who now was forced to talk with his crush.

Mark, however, was in his own bubble, actively avoiding you and all things around him. Without really knowing the situation, he sat down in the car. Taking the last seat, sitting behind Sunny. Maya beside him in the middle and Ellen on the opposite side behind Johnny.

Confused as to why you were still standing outside, he finally acknowledged you. Looking at you nervously biting your lip as you played with your hands, he realized.

“I should-“ He began but Sunny was quick to interrupt him. As if an light bulb lit up above her head, she suddenly had a plan.

“Y/n can just sit on your lap, can’t she Mark?” Johnny quickly turned to Sunny. One hundred percent on board on her plan, exchanging a look with her, telling her he is on board.

Meanwhile, you and Mark awkwardly looked at each other, a little flustered at your best friend’s suggestion. You knew there was no way Ellen or Maya would exchange their comfort for yours. Well, maybe Ellen if she was feeling generous but so far, she hadn’t said a word, indicating this was most likely your faith tonight.

“It’s only a short ride, come on guys we don’t wanna be late.” Johnny knew he was putting a bit of pressure on both of you but maybe that was exactly what you needed. A little push towards something more.

Fuck it, Mark thought to himself. He had imagined you countless of times on his lap. Well, not like this but close enough. He knew he wouldn’t mind it, he just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. As Sunny dragged her seat forward, putting more space in front of Mark he saw how you looked away.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He quickly told you and you looked back at him. Taking a step forward. Your hands feeling sweaty as you do, heart in your throat. Worried he was somehow forced to do this.

“Yeah but like… do you want to?”

“I do!” Mark answered a little too quickly, hearing Johnny and the others in the car trying their best not to laugh. You however, looked shocked. Not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“I mean… Let’s just get to the party, okay?” He tried explaining himself and you nodded. Not wanting to make the situation any more awkward for him.

He seated himself properly, knees together, ready for you to sit on his lap. Here goes nothing, you think as you enter the car, sitting down on his lap carefully. Closing the door behind you, you hear Johnny starting the engine. Not wanting to put too much weight on Mark, you tried to keep yourself up a bit, not resting your ass fully on his lap.

Oh boy was Mark in heaven. As you tried to put space in between you, you created the perfect view for Mark that he could have only dreamed off. With your back slightly bent forward he could see the curves of your body perfectly. Trying to stop his imagination from running wild.

He didn’t have to think about for to long though as Jonny took a sharp turn, making you fall right into his lap. Back pressed flush against his chest, trying to balance yourself on his legs. Mark quickly noticed your struggle.

“I’m so sorry I-“ Not wanting you to be uncomfortable the entire ride and also getting a confidence boost out of the alcohol he quickly cut you off.

“Sit down.”

He didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but honestly, it was like music to your ears. Spreading his legs to make room for your big ass between them, you quickly settled down between them. What you weren’t ready for was for his arms to find their way around your stomach. Pulling you closer to him.

“Better?” He had the audacity to ask. You were glad that he at least couldn’t see your face, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. Mumbling back ‘mhmm’ you relax in his embrace. Ellen and Maya trying their best not to laugh beside you, Johnny and Sunny clueless in the front.

Mark was surprised at how quickly he got comfortable with you on his lap. His mind wandering to how warm and plush your body felt against his. It was most likely the alcohol talking, but he didn’t question it at all when he got the urge to put his head on your shoulder.

You were surprised to feel Mark put his head on your shoulder, but you didn’t complain. Feeling his breath slightly on your neck as he closed his eyes, taking in your scent. Mark realized in that moment, this is what he wanted, and he had to make some move tonight to get it.

At the end of the car ride, you felt so comfortable in Mark’s embrace that you felt a little sad when you started recognizing the surroundings. Meaning the car ride would soon end.

As Johnny pulled up to the parking lot, Mark removed his head from your shoulder. Letting go of his grip around your body. You let out a small sigh of disappointment. Hoping he could hold you for just a little bit longer. Mark silently hoping you didn’t think it was awkward or minded that he put his head on your shoulder.

Sunny was the first one to get out of the car. Quickly shutting the door behind her to open yours. Johnny shaking his head at how many times he had told her to be more careful with the door.

“Let’s go!” She said with excitement, rushing you to get out of the car. Meanwhile, you were panicking about how to get out of the car without falling on your face. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of Mark.

Getting out was surprisingly easier than you thought, Mark moving his body around to help you as much as possible. Getting out of the car and standing beside you once you had gotten out. Looking up at him as he was slightly taller than you, you admire him for a moment. Feeling watched, Mark turned his head, meeting your eyes. He was expecting you to look away as he did, but you didn’t, keeping your gaze locked.

“Thank you,” you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear with how close he was standing next to you. Smiling at you as he nodded his head slightly.

“Yeah, no problem,” he answered quietly. Happy to have you so close to him. He could definitely get used to this. He just needed to figure out what he needed to do in order to make it into reality. And so that’s what he thought about as everyone started walking towards campus once Jaehyun arrived with the rest of your friends.

As the games started, everyone became wasted pretty quickly. What else could you expect when half the penalties involved drinking. Surprisingly, Mark stayed by your side most of the evening. Cheering you on by the side lines and you doing the same for him. It might have been a coincidence that the two of you were on the same team or it could have been the vice presidents doing.

Either way, none of you were complaining as you were small talking in between breaks, getting to know each other. Asking about how each other’s summers had been and the excitement of finally starting college. Holding Mark’s glasses whenever there was an activity that could get them broken. Suddenly, the two of you were just really comfortable in each other’s presence, and you loved it.

Your team ended up on second place, Sana’s team snatching the lead by only three points and it was time to head over to the sorority houses. There were four houses that decided to host parties, mainly because they didn’t want to overcrowd any house.

Another rule in order to get into the parties was that you had to be a member or be a members plus one. That meaning, if you were a members plus one, that member had to look out for you and make sure you wouldn’t break any rules.

Johnny had already decided on Sunny as his plus one. All of his friends already being in the house and secretly, though he wouldn’t admit it, he wanted to spend more time with her. Jaehyun took Sana as his plus one, happy that their team had won the games earlier, he couldn’t diss his number one player. Ellen and Maya, along with the rest of the gang, had already joined one of the local sorority houses and was on their way over there right now.

You regret your decision not to join a house at this very moment. In your deafens, deciding between the two leading girl houses had been hard and it was a commitment you weren’t ready for yet. Or maybe, you had just forgotten about the last couple of days.

You hoped Johnny could as the vice president bend the rules a little, just a tiny bit for you. Sunny noticed your smile turning into a frown, realising Mark had not asked you to be his plus one. She wanted to say something, but Mark beat her to it. Realizing why you suddenly wore a frown, a little mad at himself for not asking sooner.

“Wanna be my plus one y/n?” It sounded so casual coming out of his mouth. In reality, Mark was terrified of being rejected. Hands shaking a little as the words left his mouth. Turning your gaze towards him, you look at him.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered, a smile on your face as you did, and Mark smiled back. He couldn’t stop what he was saying next as the alcohol started talking for him.

“You’ll have to stay by my side though.” It was one of the rules, yes, but hearing Mark say it to you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Feeling your face heat up a bit as you nodded.

“Of course.” As the words left your mouth, Mark began to process what he had said a minute ago, cursing at himself. What if he made it awkward? He quickly looked at Johnny, his friend just sending him a wink his way before he started walking towards the 127 house. Sunny by his side, small talking with each other. For the first time ever, Mark was actually not disgusted by his wink but surprisingly reassured.

So, he started walking as well, looking back at you to make sure you were following. You quickly caught up to him, walking beside him in a comfortable silence to the house. Listing to Johnny and Sunny’s conversation as they low-key flirted with each other every now and then. Mark letting you go up the stairs first. A real gentleman move, if it wasn’t for the fact that he wanted to look at your ass for a second without it being obvious. Still missing the view he had in the car.

From there, things escalated pretty quickly. Starting off with a truth or dare game right away. Most of the people at the party gathering to participate. Sitting down in a circle, the game begins with Johnny asking you a question.

“Have you ever given anyone a blowjob?” Your cheeks heat up at the question. By the way Sunny slaps his arm, you figure she probably mentioned it to him. Mark knew Johnny would be asking these type of questions. What he didn’t expect was your answer.

“Yes,” you answered quickly as you continued, “Sunny, what’s your dream scenario?” Shifting the focus to your best friend as she shamelessly tells her dream scenario. Johnny’s eyes lingering on her the whole time.

Mark’s eyes had never shifted its focus on you. Still taken aback at your answer. He knew you probably weren’t a hundred percent innocent, but to hear you’ve given a blowjob was something else. His imagination wandering for just a short moment before Sunny called out his name.

“Truth or dare?” Mark thought about it for a second. Thinking the truth couldn’t be worse than dare.

“Truth.”

“Who is the hottest person in the room?” He was so wrong. He nearly choked on his own spit trying to think of something to say. Should he just be honest? Should he just say it’s you? Turning his head he looks at you and your breath hitches. Maybe you wished for him to say it’s you? Just as much as he wished you would say it’s him if you got the question.

“Y/n.” It could have been the alcohol speaking, making him a little bolder, but Mark knew he had to take his chances.

Your reaction was something Mark didn’t expect. Cheeks red as you try to hide yourself, the room loud with everyone screaming, whistling and howling. Oh how Mark loved that he had an affect on you and oh how you hated it. Your body burning up at the thought of something happening between you and Mark. Did he really mean it? If so, what would happen if you made a move?

The game vent on, it going a few turns before it was your turn again. Mark looking at you through his glasses as your name was shouted. Being asked truth or dare by Jaehyun, you thought there would be no harm in taking a dare.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to… let a boy in this room take a body shot from you.” Everyone gasped in the room at Jaehyun’s words, including you. All you wanted was to avoid the blowjob questions and you got this instead. You could see how happy Daria was across the room, having the time of her life. You made a mental note to never drink her vodka again.

Turning towards Mark, you look at him hesitantly, his jaw clenched as if he was angry or really concentrated. As he meet your eyes, his gaze softened immediately, reminding himself he had absolutely no reason to get jealous. You could do whatever you want. Chose who ever you want to take the body shot of you. It’s not like he was…

“Mark.” His thoughts were interrupted by your voice, looking at him almost pleading.

“Will you do the honour?” Mark laughed. Honestly, this was not the turn he thought his night would take. Breathing rapidly, sweating nervously as he shook his head a little.

“If you won’t, I’ll gladly do it.” Jaehyun spoke and Mark shook his head.

“I’ll do it.” No way was he going to let Jaehyun get anywhere near you. Especially after you had even asked him to do it. No, he was not going to let anyone else get this opportunity with you.

“I’ll get the vodka!” Sunny shouted as she disappeared into the kitchen. Mark looked at you with eyes wide open.

“Vodka?!” He questioned and you just laughed. Oh if he only knew.

“She’s polish, so, it’s basically all she drinks and all she has,” you explained and his mouth made an ‘o’ shape. Well, now it makes a little sense he thought. Mark was still worried about the vodka though. Also, what was a body shot anyway?

He didn’t have to think about it for too long as Sunny came back from the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in her hand. Making her presence known by explaining the rules.

“So, y/n has to take of her shirt and I’ll pour some vodka on her body. It is then up to Mark to drink it all up in whatever way he wants. Got it?” She looks at Mark as she says the last part. He nods hesitantly, oh God why did you pick him out of all people?

I mean, he was your crush yes but, he was probably the only one in the room that hadn’t done it before. You could see that he was clearly flustered, probably didn’t even know what a body shot was until a few seconds ago.

“You want me on the floor or?” You ask, looking Mark in the eyes. Wanting to make it as easy as possible for him. He looked around, all eyes on the two of you, nodding as he let out a nervous sigh.

“Yeah… The floor sounds good.” He answers, trying to sound at least a little bit experienced but failing miserably as you could see right through him.

Okay, here goes nothing you thought as you took of your shirt. Happy that you decided to borrow one of Sunny’s white lace bras tonight. You didn’t dare to look at Mark as you laid down on the floor in the middle of the circle. Everyone’s attention on you as Sunny sits down next to you. Taking the vodka bottle she pours some on your stomach and then some just under breasts.

You hiss at her, trying to get her to stop. She just looks at you, shrugs her shoulders and with a grin on her face, she pours some between your breasts. Such a brat, you thought to yourself, making a friendly reminder to scold her later. She smiled at you one last time, satisfied with her work, before she got up and headed over to Johnny to sit next to him again.

“So I just…?” Mark asked, clearly staling. The view of you laid down in front of him topless was way too much and honestly, he just wanted a moment to breathe. A moment to collect his thoughts so he wouldn’t fuck this up somehow.

“Get on top of her and lick it off, easy peasy!” Johnny encouraged and Mark sent him a glare. Motherfucker knew this wasn’t easy, at least not for him. As he looked at you, he had to take a deep breath. Your breasts looking so appealing to just squeeze but Mark would never do that. God no, he would never have the guts to it no matter how badly he wanted to.

“Okay…” He breathed out, getting down on his knees. Your heart was pounding, and you almost closed your eyes, the situation being all too much. Mark swung his right leg over you, getting on top of you. His head levelled just above your crotch.

“Is this okay?” He asked, almost stumbling across his words. He tried meeting your eyes, but you kept your gaze at the ceiling. To nervous to be able to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah it’s okay, you can begin.” You reassure and not more than five seconds later, you feel Mark’s lips on your stomach as he begins to drink the vodka of your body. Mark thought that if he waited any longer, he would probably chicken out. So, the only option he really had was to just go for it.

The crowd cheered, screaming as Mark drank up the vodka. Feeling the bitter taste on his lips and down his throat as he had to swallow it. Afraid his glasses would fall down for a little bit until he noticed they stayed put. His lips were surprisingly soft, going gently over your skin and really taking his time with the task. He didn’t want to leave a mess on your body. He didn’t want you to feel sticky later.

So, he took his time. The crowds cheering quickly drawn out, his concentration being solely on you. At first, he thought he would hate it but as he got used to the taste, he actually liked it. The feeling of your skin on his lips, the way you shuttered whenever he would lick to get the last drop of you skin. Slowly but surely, he made his way upwards.

As he was just below your breasts, your breath hitched. Having him this close to them was absolute torture, wanting nothing more than for him to just take his time with you. You even got curious at how he looked like kissing your skin like this. Big mistake. As you opened your eyes and looked down you meet his gaze.

When your breath hitched, Mark got curious too. Wanted to see your reaction, see the effect he had on you. So, he looked up as he dragged himself forward, head levelled with your boobs now. His lips just above them. Keeping his gaze on you as he lowered his head again to lick the area just over your boob.

You almost let out a whine at the sight. Mark’s lips all glistering and puffy as if he had just gone down on you. Eyes almost predatory looking at you, intense and watching your every reaction. He couldn’t believe he had this affect on you. He felt as if he was dreaming.

Involuntarily, you moved your hip a little bit upwards, really just trying to get into a more comfortable position as you felt it. Mark was hard. You could feel his semi hard dick against your thigh and now you were officially turned on as well.

As if Mark hadn’t noticed, he continued with his work. Barely paying you anymore attention, well, besides your body. He was horny and wanted you all to himself, if he could make that happen somehow. The thought of you giving him a blowjob or you letting him go down on you sounding like heaven.

You barely noticed when he was finished. It wasn’t until you felt his body slowly move from yours that you opened your eyes. His face was an inch away from yours. So close, yet so far away and it only got further away as Mark got up. Johnny and Jaehyun running up to high five him and hug him way too much for his liking.

Sunny helped you up, holding your shirt in her hand. As you stood beside her and you got your shirt back you felt just how sticky your body felt. In no way did you want to ruin Sunny’s white top by putting it on and stain it with alcohol. To be frank, you also didn’t want to smell like alcohol the whole night as well.

“I think I need to wash myself or something before I put it on.” Agreeing, Sunny nodded, tapping Johnny on the shoulder.

“Is there anywhere she could wash up?” She asks him and Mark’s head turned your way, surprisingly, faster than Johnny’s.

“My room.” Mark quickly answered before Johnny had the chance, without really thinking what he was saying. Realizing pretty quickly what he had said a little bit to eagerly.

“I mean… There is a bathroom in my room. If you wanna use it, I could show you?” He added, nervously kicking his feat, hoping you’d say yes so he could sit in his room for a bit. Wait while you wash up. Cool down. Hopefully get his semi down.

Thankfully, you nodded. With your arms around your chest, Mark noticed how uncomfortable you were. Still topless in your white lace bra.

“Wait a min.” He said before squiring away. Quickly reaching the hall where he had thrown his hoodie the other day. Today he was thankful for his laziness, coming back to you quickly. Holding it out, he waited for you to take it.

“Wear it.” He says almost pleading as he sees the confused look on your face. You felt a little guilty, not wanting to ruin his hoodie.

“I’ll ruin it with the alcohol.”

“I was going to throw it in the washer tomorrow anyway, it’s fine.” He reassures you, and with that, you take the hoodie from him. Muttering a ‘thank you’ to him as you put it on.

The hoodie is soft, reaching almost below your butt. The sleeves a bit long on you but you don’t really care. It definitely smelled like Mark and you get an overwhelming urge to steal it. Wanting to wear it forever.

“It’s nice right?” Mark asks with a smile on his face. Seeing you in his hoodie made him happy. Mostly because you looked so cute in it. The light blue fabric hanging loosely on your body.

“It’s so soft.” You say in awe and Mark chuckles, bringing his hand up to your back, giving you a nudge.

“Come on, I’ll show you the way.” He said as he let go of you. The game continuing in the living room as you follow Mark through the masses of people to the hallway. He began walking up the stairs and you followed him. Every now and then, Mark would look backwards, making sure you were still behind him.

As you walked down the hall on the second floor, Mark gave you a brief tour of all the rooms. The second floor consisted of mostly different bedrooms, most of the sorority members sleeping there. A few having their bedrooms on the first floor. One common room could be found upstairs, mostly used for gaming with a total of five desk’s sitting there. As the tour went on, you reached the end of the hall and Mark pointed towards a door.

“This is me,” he announced as he pulled out a key to unlock the door. Opening the door, he let you go in first.

“I’m sorry it’s messy, I didn’t expect anyone to come here to be honest,” he nervously apologized. Scratching the back of his head. Looking around, you see a single bed, a mirror in front of it, a desk beside the bed and a wardrobe next to another door. Some clothes piled onto his desk chair. Messy papers splayed out on his desk. His bead neatly done with dark blue bed covers.

“Oh no, it’s totally fine,” you say quickly. If he only knew this was nothing compared to how your room looks when it’s messy. As Mark’s goes over to his desk, beginning to clean up the papers, you glance at the mirror. Seeing how it’s positioned right in front of the bed’s side.

“You know you shouldn’t have your mirror placed like that?” You say and Mark looks up, brows furrowed, a pout on his face.

“Why?” He asks, clearly confused at your statement.

“Mirrors are like… a gateway into other dimensions… So, like… a demon could totally kill you in your sleep right now.” You say, a hint of seriousness in your tone. Mark chuckles. Oh so that’s where you were going with that, he thought.

“That probably explains the scratch marks on my back,” he jokingly says and you look at him with eyes wide open.

“I’m just joking! Don’t worry.” He laughs and the sound of it sounds like music to your ears. You laugh with him, shaking your head.

“I’d totally would’ve had to call an exorcist otherwise.”

“My dad knows a few so if that were the case, I think he could get the very best on the job.” Mark says and as if a lightbulb got lit up above your head, you were reminded of something your mom had told you earlier.

“Wait, didn’t your dad operate his leg or something? How is he feeling?” Mark was surprised that you knew about the operation his dad had a few weeks ago. Your parents do talk from time to time but to think that you took an interest in his family as well was something he didn’t expect.

“Yeah, he had surgery on his left knee. It’s all good now though thanks to the surgery.” He answered and you nodded.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Offering him a smile as you point to the door in the room.

“Is that the bathroom?” You ask and Mark nods. Heading over to his wardrobe as he passes by you.

“Yeah, let me just get you a towel… ah! Here you go.” He hands you a white towel and you take it gratefully. Your hands touching as you do. Looking away for a second, you felt how Mark let his eyes linger on you.

“I’ll just…” You trailed off and Mark nodded, taking a step back. Giving you some space. Turning your heel, you began walking towards the bathroom door.

“Yeah… I’ll just wait here for you… Take your time,” he said, meeting your eyes just as you were about to close the door. Nodding once again, before you closed the bathroom door.

Letting out a sigh as you rest for a second against the door before going over to the mirror. Looking at yourself in Mark’s hoodie, you notice how cute you looked in it. A smile on your lips as you took it off. Beginning right away to soak the towel in your hand so you could clean yourself up.

Mark finished cleaning his desk before he sat down on his bed. With his back against the wall, he sighed, closing his eyes. Tilting his head back, taking a few deep breaths. Pep talking to himself in his head. He just had to ask you. What’s the worst thing that could happen? That you reject him?

Well… that’s pretty bad but at least he would have asked. Right? You’re as new to this as he his. Wait no, scratch that. Your summer had been filled with giving guys blowjobs after all, while his… well… it was rather spent visiting old friends and playing sports. Maybe you could teach him somehow? If you had more experience, maybe you could help him?

When you were done, you put on Sunny’s white shirt. Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time before opening the door, stepping into Mark’s bedroom again. As soon as he heard the bathroom door open, Mark opened his eyes to be meet with yours. Here goes all or nothing before he alcohol wears off he thought.

“Could you teach me?” Mark asked, and you looked at him confused. Going over to his bed as you asked him, “teach you what?”

You reached his bed in a few strides and decided to sit down on it next to him. As you sat down next to him, Mark laughed nervously, bringing his hands up to cover his face. Looking forward as he answers your question.

“Like blowjobs and stuff.” He tries to clarify but wants to mentally slap himself for that answer. Your heart pounding at his words. Not believing what you were hearing. Your crush, Mark Lee, wanted a blowjob from you? Mark finally turned his head to look at you, trying to read your face as he waited for your reaction.

“Like right now?” You felt dumb for asking, of course he probably meant right now, what were you thinking? By the way Mark looked away scratching his head, shrugging his shoulders, you felt dumb for making it awkward. In reality, Mark never meant this conversations to go this way. He was supposed to ask you out. Not whatever this was.

“I mean, you don’t have to right now… It’s just-“

“Yes,” you cut in before Mark has the chance to finish his sentence. Confused, he looks at you. Eyes wide open.

“What… what do you?”

“I’ll blow you… or give you a handjob… if that’s what you want?” You say nervously and Mark feels his dick twitch at your words. You want to blow him? Right now? Is this even real? Besides, he was supposed to fix his semi, not make it worse. Well, in a way, this could be a way to fix it.

“Yeah, yeah God, yes- but like only if you want it?”

“I want it- I mean I want to!” You quickly correct yourself, still wanting to slap yourself in the face for your poor choice of wording. Probably turning Mark off with your way to stumble across words.

On the opposite, Mark got more turned on, his breathing a bit more rapid now. Hearing you say it… still felt unreal and if someone pinched him, and this was all a dream, he would be so mad.

“So…” you start, nervously fumbling with your hands, “you want to show me how you like it?”

“How I like it?” Mark asked dumbfounded, turning his body slightly towards yours. Looking down at your lips, a desire to kiss them rising in his body. Looking up again, he meet your eyes. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and Mark bit his lip at the sight. You looked way to cute to be just about to give him a blowjob.

“Well yeah…” Looking at the mirror, you suddenly get an idea. “Let me sit behind you.”

Mark doesn’t question it and scoots forward, giving you space to sit behind him. You crawl your way over, head feeling as if it’s about to explode from how nervous you were feeling. Wanting to make him feel good, you didn’t want to fuck it up somehow. It was only logical that he showed you first… right?

Once you sat comfortably behind him, you placed your legs on either side of his, placing your hands on your thick thighs. You realized Mark was waiting for your next move. Pressing yourself forward you whispered in his ear, “take off your pants.”

Mark did as you told him, taking his boxers with him. Pulling them down to rest just above his knees. His semi hard cock resting upon his thigh. Biting you lip at the sigh, Mark turns his head towards you once he had thrown his pants and boxers away.

“Now what?” He whispered back and you couldn’t help but to feel yourself getting wet.

“Lean back against me… get yourself comfortable.” You commanded and Mark did as he was told. You got yourself comfortable against the wall and Mark leaned back against you. Placing his head between your boobs for the second time today.

“Touch yourself… slowly…” you whispered in his ear. Looking in the mirror, you meet Mark’s eyes, filled with lust and desire to comply. Never in a million year did he think he would end up in this situation but here he was. With his dick out in front of his crush.

As Mark began to wrap his hand around his dick, you moaned breathlessly at the sight. A smirk on Mark’s face as you did. If you were just as turned on as he was that meant you’d be soaking wet. The thought of your glistering pussy is what made Mark start to pump his hand up and down his dick. Not to fast though, you’d told him to go slowly after all.

His cock quickly getting fully hard in his hand. Precum beginning to leak out of it. With a groan, Mark relaxed in your embrace. His head falling down completely on your boobs, enjoying how soft they felt.

“Show me how you like it.” You breathlessly say, mesmerized by the sight in the mirror. Completely gone in your own world. Never had you been this turned on in your entire life. Mark took his hand upwards, circling the tip of his dick with his thumb.

Mark’s glasses began to slip off and you quickly took hold of them. Placing them on the nightstand next to bed. Mark being way to into his own thoughts to barely even notice. His eyes closed, mouth slightly open, breathing uneven. In all honesty, you barely wanted to interrupt him.

“Want me to touch you?” You purred and Mark whined.

“Fuck… yeah, please.” Letting go of his cock, Mark took a deep breath. Trying to calm himself down as your hands reached his thighs, resting them for a second, taking a deep breath as you tried to find all the courage you could. You could do this. You had Mark right in the hand of your palm, literally, and this was the hottest thing you’ve ever done so far.

Panting, Mark felt as a drop of sweat slowly made its way down his face. Taking one hand to brush his hair backwards as he suddenly bent forward, taking you by surprise. Taking hold of his shirt, Mark quickly removed it and threw it on the bedroom floor.

“Too hot…” He muttered and you couldn’t agree more. His toned chest now on display for you as well. He was indeed too hot. Smiling to yourself at your joke. As he laid down comfortably against you again, you tried to remember what Mark liked.

Well, he began stroking himself up and down, so that’s a good start, right? Taking your hand, you wrap it around his dick. Loving the way it twitched as soon as you squeezed it a little. Pumping up and down slowly. Earning small moans from Mark that went straight to your neglected clit. Your tried keeping your focus on Mark and not get lost into the pleasure, looking in the mirror as you squeeze and stroke him.

Mark was completely lost for words. He was in heaven. Your hand feeling so good with how little you were doing. It was probably all the teasing Mark had endured over the night from you. Making him and his dick needy and in need of immediate attention. As you brought your hand over to the tip of his cock, moving your thumb around the tip in slow circular motions, Mark moaned.

“Fuck… please… more…” Hearing him beg must have been just about the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Wanting nothing more than to please him, you speed up your thumb a little bit. Going faster around his tip. Your other hand, wrapping itself around his shaft, going up and down. You wanted nothing else but for him to cum.

“That feels so good.” Mark pleaded and you started feeling yourself growing cocky.

“Yeah? Baby boy likes that?” You don’t know what comes over you but the nickname rolls of your lips so naturally and judging by Mark’s reaction, he was into it. Moaning as his dick twitches, you feel his hands move to your thighs, grabbing them. Holding onto them as if they were his life support.

“I’m so close,” he confessed and you almost moaned at how good it felt to have his hands on your thighs, moving them up and down. Making you wonder how his fingers could possibly feel inside your pussy. Stretching you out, making you ready for his cock.

“Yeah… gonna cum for me?” You ask him and feel how his hands grab hold of your thighs. Almost grabbing you painfully hard from all the pleasure he wasn’t sure how to process.

“Yeah…Can-can I?” Mark stuttered and you sped up, going as fast as you could even though you started feeling really tired. Your eyes on the mirror, looking at Mark falling apart in your arms, pleading, his whole body begging to get the sweet release it had been craving.

“Cum for me.” As soon as the words left your lips, you felt Mark’s cock twitch. His cum getting on your hand as well as shooting up on his stomach. Slowing down your movements, you ride out Mark’s high. Only stopping once you hear him whine. Letting go of his cock as he falls back into your arms. Exhausted, resting his body against yours.

You stay like that for a moment. Mark collecting his breathing as you try to collect your thoughts. Make yourself somehow believe this was all real. That somehow you had gotten to give your crush, no, you had made your crush cum in your arms, by your hands. Never did you think you could get so turned on by someone being so needy, so pouty in your arms.

You almost wanted more, but you knew there was no way Mark would be ready for another round in a while. You wouldn’t even dare to initiate anything if you were being honest. Sitting in silence, you waited for Mark to make a move.

Mark had a hard time collecting his thoughts and besides, your embrace was way to comfortable to move from. But soon enough, his cum started feeling sticky and he knew you most likely had cum on your hands as well. Not wanting to cause you any discomfort, Mark decided to move. Getting up, putting on his pants.

“You wanna…?” Mark hoped to God you knew what he meant. He didn’t want to have to spell out ‘you wanna wash your hands first of my cum or should I go?’. Nodding, you quickly got out of the bed. Your heart pounding as you went over to the bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror as you wash your hands you think to yourself ‘what now?’. What did this all mean?

Not wanting to keep Mark waiting, you got of his bathroom. Giving him a smile as you meet his eyes. Giving you a smile back, Mark goes into the bathroom and begins to wash himself. Thinking to himself how could he possibly have gotten this lucky? Not only were you the cutest, nicest person he knew, you also knew how to give him a mind blowing orgasm.

As panic started to set into your system, worrying what to say when Mark comes back, you decide it’s probably best to leave. Well, if you were normal, you could’ve just stayed but no, you couldn’t handle it if it turned awkward or anything. So, you convince yourself the best move is to probably leave.

Looking over at his desk, you see that he cleaned up. Going over, you open the first notebook you could find. Scrambling a note on it. Hoping he will see it later before you make your way to the door. Looking behind you as you step out of his room. Closing the door behind you. Oh God what a mess you’ve made. How were you supposed to function around Mark Lee now?

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Mini Gift

It’s @mrnerdling‘s birthday, and I wrote up a longer story for the day. However, I also wanted to write a small thing based on another suggested pairing! So, I did, and it’s sloppy, but I tried to cram it in within like...I dunno, four hours between research and writing.

Anyway, I know extremely little about Pokémon Unite, so it’s going to be rather choppy and probably have nothing to do with the game. (I didn’t even include evolutions because that hurt my brain to consider evolving back and forth, which I think they do in Digimon, but not Pokémon.) But, hey, it was worth a shot, and I experimented.

Just a cute fic to feature some ship teasing that he should enjoy. And I hope you do too!

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Four trainers joined together at the Aeos Island team rooms. While they carried on discussing strategies for their upcoming practice, they sent out their current selected Pokémon, allowing them to gather together while their trainers continued planning.

Lucario folded his arms and surveyed his team, noting his usual companions in Cinderace and Slowbro. He tilted his head at the appearance of Blissey, a newcomer to the team and the island overall.

“Huh, first of our team newcomers.” Lucario nodded. “Welcome aboard, Blissey! My trainer is the team captain, so I try my best to reflect her efforts.”

“Oh, thanks for the welcome!” Blissey bowed her head and smiled. “It’s going to be fun getting to join everyone.” She blinked and blankly stared at the group. “To be honest though, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”

“Me neither,” mumbled Slowbro.

“But…you’re already on this team.”

“…I am?”

“Don’t worry, Slowbro’ll come to life in a little while.” Cinderace rubbed his nose and smirked to Blissey. “Name’s Cinderace, and I’m part of this team too. Our trainers tried to match the variety in roles among Pokémon for this island.” He pointed at the egg in Blissey’s hands. “You’re a healer, right?”

“Normally, yes.”

“Right, so there are a few different types of roles for each of us,” went over Lucario. “Since you have a focus on healing, that makes you our team’s new Support member. Slowbro can make strong blocks, so he’s our team Defender.” He pointed at Cinderace. “Since he’s fiery and likes to battle, Cinderace is our Attacker.” Lucario rubbed behind his head. “We’re supposed to have someone that’s quick around the field, who is the team Speedster. I suppose you’ll meet him later.” Lucario shrugged. “As someone that tries to cover multiple roles in one, I do my best to be the All-Around type on our team.”

“Wow.” Blissey brightly smiled. “This already sounds complicated. I love it!”

“It takes a bit, but you’ll get into it after a few rounds,” offered Cinderace. “Since we’re just practicing today, though, I don’t imagine it’ll be too rough on you.” He stretched and winked to her. “Basically, we just need to worry about scoring more points than the other team, and that’s the idea of the game.”

“Each role helps determine how well we perform,” brought up Lucario. “So, with that, we’ll let the rest get resolved on the field.”

“Ooh, my trainer is calling me over that way,” pointed out Blissey. “What do we do by the benches?”

“…Wait for your turn to practice, I guess,” determined Cinderace, glancing at Lucario who shrugged.

“Neat!” Blissey wandered off from the group. “I still don’t get any of this!”

“Well, waiting won’t help much,” mumbled Cinderace. “…Huh. Hey, Slowbro, they’re calling you over too.”

“…Who?”

“Your trainer, knucklehead.”

“Oh, ok.” Slowbro blinked and then slowly waddled down the same direction that Blissey had gone in.

“Guess they want to focus on offensive plays first,” suggested Cinderace. “If those two are sitting on the sidelines, that means it’s you, me, and whoever the newbie is when they get jump in.”

“That makes sense, since we’ll need to learn covering the field.” Lucario tapped on his chin and nodded. “Ok, so, practices today are mostly relying on us getting Aeos Energy to score points. If we’re doing some offense training to start, that’s the main goal to focus on.”

“Are we just going on the field as is?”

“Yep, going right into it.”

“Huh, should be fun.” Cinderace grinned and lifted a thumb up to Lucario. “Want to see who can score the most points between us two? New guy will probably figure it out and join in.”

“We do need to work on strategies too.”

“Where’s the fun if we’re only working and not bringing out the best of each other?” Cinderace slid closer to Lucario, patting his head and nudging him. “Come on, huh? Let’s have some fun with this!”

“Well…it is technically part of our exercises, tallying high scores—”

“Aha, knew you’d see it my way!”

“Just don’t get too carried away,” requested Lucario. He frowned and looked over as Blissey tried talking with Slowbro, who vacantly stared off around the meeting room. “Last time, you knocked Slowbro too hard on the head, and now he seems like he’s back to basics.” Lucario lowered his eyes as he watched Slowbro drool, while Blissey chattered on. “…Or worse, actually.”

“Coach, you’re thinking way too hard.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? You basically are!” Cinderace jogged in place, getting his feet warmed up. “Going to roll some heads on the field and get the highest scores like you wouldn’t believe!”

“Do you ever turn over the competitor in you?”

“Nope!”

“Well, that does help us.” Lucario shrugged and smiled. “Come on, let’s get ourselves ready.”

“You’re so cute when you’ve got a big work ethic going,” teased Cinderace, leaning over Lucario’s head.

“Get off.”

“Make me.”

After chasing his teammate to the practice field, Lucario lined up with Cinderace at the starting gate. Their trainers readied their supply of Aeos Island balls, ready to capture the wild Pokémon that their partners battled against. The two trainers were joined by a third, who hurriedly sent their choice to the field as they set the practice timer.

However, the purple gates opened, and Lucario raced off alongside Cinderace.

“Try to keep up, Luca!”

“Don’t call me that either!”

Laughing, Cinderace hurried up the northern route, while Lucario traveled down the southern side. Kicking streams of fire and sliding past his opponents, Cinderace swept at the wild Aipom and Audino. His trainer from the sidelines collected Aeos Energy from the capture.

“Nice and easy,” cheered Cinderace. “They better get that Speedster straight to work to catch up with me!”

“Might as well, you’re right!”

Blinking and halting from the new voice, Cinderace turned around as a yellow blur rushed past him. A loud clap rang out, as lightning bolts danced through the air and zapped at the wild Pokémon nearby.

The striker rabbit watched as the blur raced around, snatching more Aeos Energy before running for a hoop. Jumping up, the thunderclap cat slammed in a ball of energy, scoring points for the corresponding trainer.

Setting down, Cinderace gawked as the cat beamed to him.

“Hey there, sorry for the interruption introduction,” called the newcomer. “I’m Zeraora, and I’m your team’s latest Speedster!” He swiped below his nose. “Heard that we’re having a little contest of our own, so I hope you don’t mind me joining in.”

Slowly nodding, Cinderace looked the yellow cat up and down, impressed at just the sight alone. Watching him run around once again, Cinderace flailed around, trying to attack the wild Pokémon to score more energy.

However, Zeraora’s speed helped him collect bits of energy from the ground and take down emerging Pokémon faster than Cinderace could keep up with.

Knocking enough energy into the goal, Zeraora grinned as it faded, and spun around to Cinderace, winking to him.

“Check it out! We scored a load of points on this one.” He waved. “Come on, cutie, let’s see if you can keep up!”

“Wow, I think this is how I sound to Lucario,” mumbled the flushed face Cinderace. “…Why doesn’t he like me even more?”

Both rushed to the next goal, knocking more energy into it. Lucario had chased an evasive Audino over, and was able to help his trainer capture them for Aeos Energy. Once that was done, however, Lucario gawked as Zeraora raced past him, jumping up and slamming more energy into the nearby goal.

“Wait, what?” Lucario fumbled back and stared up at the cat hanging from the hoop. “Are you the new speedster?”

“Nice, you’re the team captain!” Zeraora grinned. “They told me you’d be handsome, and they weren’t kidding!” He dropped down and ran for the next wild Pokémon. “Come on, little guy! Let’s see if you can keep up with me!”

“…He’s like Cinderace, but worse,” muttered Lucario as he blushed.

As they continued scoring points, practice time ticked away and ran out. Checking over the final scores, Lucario gawked at how high Zeraora’s score was, in spite his late start. Cinderace had scored the lowest, which was quite unusual for him. Turning for the rabbit, Lucario raised an eyebrow, as Cinderace shrugged and gazed back to Zeraora, beaming from his results.

“Ha, check it out!” Zeraora placed a hand on his hip. “Didn’t think I’d score so high, but you guys made competing pretty fun. I think we’ll make a strong combination!” He winked to his teammates and wandered toward the exit. “I wonder who else is on this team? I think they were both pink…”

“Well…at least he’s fast,” decided Lucario.

“He’s amazing, and I have to know more,” rambled off Cinderace.

“Look in the mirror.”

“He’s even better than me!”

“That’s not what I—”

“Best newbie ever!” Cinderace hurried after him. “Hey, Zera! Tell me more about yourself! Like, everything!”

Rolling his eyes, Lucario slapped a paw over his head and dragged it down. Sighing, he followed his teammates out from the first practice field, looking to join them for the next session.

Though Zeraora enjoyed chatting with Cinderace, he would steal glances to Lucario and grin to him, making the captain blush.

This was certainly going to be a new dynamic for them.

...

Whoosh, there it is!

Yeah, I did my best while hurrying it along. This wasn’t the original gift idea, but I wanted to include both ideas sent to me.

Since I normally write like medieval Pokémon, or otherwise normal stuff where they battle and such, I decided to try following another game, and went with one that all three leads appear in, which was the latest game.

Even though I’ve never touched it, so maybe that wasn’t the best idea, but oh well! That’s what research is for. (Also, there’s other stuff that I didn’t get to touch on about Unite, but alas.)

If I had more time, I’d probably write more, but this is it for this one. Hope you enjoyed the quick bit!

#pokemon unite #pokemon fanfic #cinderace #zeraora #lucario #birthday gift #one-shot #scribble #ship tease

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ggukkiedae · 4 years

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First and Second Win

notes: ive resorted to making my own gif alsjfjjf aaanyways, not so much detail because i don’t want to make yoonmi too sad because literally all ive been doing is making her sad :(( but hey here’s how she reacted when they got their first and second win! yes, it’s kinda messy, but that’s exactly her thought process. all jumbled up

hope you guys enjoy this! don’t forget, id love it if you could send in some asks with suggestions, comments, or even questions and random stuff! my asks and pms are always open :3

reminder: conversations in italics are in english

(peep kibummie in on the side handing them their trophy)

“Yoonmi, relax,” Yoongi reassured her, “You’re squeezing my hand a little too tight.”

“Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly before proceeding to loosen her grip and using her free hand to pick at her white skirt.

Currently, they were on stage with the rest of the acts, waiting for the first place to be announced. Yoonmi was particularly nervous since she produced the title track for the first time ever, and it was nominated for first. She glanced to her left and saw Yeri give her an encouraging smile. She sent a smile back to her friend before focusing on the words of the hosts. She closed her eyes as she heard the categories being called out until it happened. There was the loud noise of the canons shooting confetti as BTS was called for first place. Yoonmi jumped a little then turned to Yoongi.

“We did it, princess,” Yoongi smiled down at her, “we got 1st. With a song that you produced.”

The realization struck, and Yoonmi found herself bursting into tears. She was immediately attacked in a bear hug by the 95s while the older members gave the acceptance speech. She laughed a little. When they let go, someone tugged a bit on her little sailor collar. She turned to her left and saw a familiar face.

“Congrats, Yoonmi,” she let herself be pulled into a hug by the older girl.

“Thanks, Yeri unnie,” Yoonmi hugged her back. She smiled up at her friend before Yeri was called by her members.

“I’m asking Jonghyun oppa to treat us now that you got first place,” Yeri winked before running off to her members. Suddenly, she was back hugged. She turned around in the familiar arms, knowing who it was, and hid her crying face in his chest. She could feel his chest shaking with laughter. Jimin steered her back to the rest of the members who surrounded her in a group hug.

She gave a deep bow to the fans once she escaped the group hug before turning back around to cry to the nearest member, who happened to be Yoongi. He chuckled, pulling her close with one hand and gripping onto the trophy with the other. This was like a new beginning. They were finally breaking through for real!

Until two days later in M!Countdown where Yoonmi was standing between Namjoon and Seokjin, trying to hide from the cameras. People had discredited their first win, and she even saw people making fun of her for crying. She tucked herself into Seokjin’s side, blocking out her friend’s voice. She was not getting her hopes up, and she refused to be seen by cameras. She zoned out so much that she only remembered where she was when Namjoon was shaking her shoulders.

“We won,” Namjoon told her proudly before he stepped forward to give the thanking speech. Her eyes widened as she went to look at Seokjin, but he was already putting lipstick on Taehyung.

She felt Yoongi nudge her, and he pointed to the center of the stage. She looked and saw Key gesturing for her to come over. She fixed her jacket and shyly walked over to him. He ruffled her hair.

“They were wrong, Yoonmi,” he smiled at her, “your song is worth placing first. I told you they were just stupid. You had nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks, oppa,” Yoonmi gave him a hug, “I guess you were right.”

“Of course I was right,” he chuckled, “now go back to the boys and celebrate.”

She nodded and went back as the MCs started speaking again. She waved to some of the people she knew on stage and bowed at the other groups. Next thing she knew, Yoongi was holding the trophy in front of her face. Dammit, she could feel her eyes start tearing up again. Yoongi laughed and was about to say something to her, but she was attacked from the side by a Jungkook holding a bright red lipstick.

“Don’t cry,” Jungkook playfully scolded, “Hyung, grab her head.”

“Yah,” she laughed out when she felt someone hold her by the cheeks. The familiar laugh told her it was Jimin. All she could do was stand there and complain while Jungkook put lipstick on her. Then he put a big red dot on her nose and drew whiskers on her cheeks.

“Oppa, this wasn’t the plan,” she gasped at him and hit his arm. Oh god, she was going to look like a mess on National Television with the red whiskers and the tears messing them up.

“Everyone,” she heard Yoongi call into the mic, “here’s I Need U’s producer, our makdungie.”

She was pulled forward by Taehyung, and next thing she knew, Taehyung was picking her up and bouncing her on his hip like a baby.

“Oppa, put me down,” she laughed while trying not to completely fall and hurt herself. “I’m not that small.”

“I made you laugh, though,” Taehyung shifted her so she was on his back, “No more crying for you. You cried enough at home.”

Yoonmi’s eyes widened as she looked around to see if anyone heard. She hid her face in his shoulder and refused to be seen by any camera. She could already tell that there would be people to comment bad about her again.

The moment they reached backstage, she ran to the waiting room. She could hear footsteps running after her, but she didn’t stop. She burst in, apologizing to the staff she must have shocked before going to the side and plopping down onto a chair.

They got first on M Countdown. They got first on possibly the most popular music show, and with a song that she produced. She stayed up the past two days wondering if her work really was worth the attention and praise because people have been invalidating their win on The Show. She was drowning in thoughts of was it really that bad? Now, they got their win on a renowned music show, and she could breathe.

“I told you that it deserved first,” Jungkook sat next to her and bumped shoulders with her.

“You sound like Kibum oppa,” Yoonmi muttered with a little smile.

“So that’s why hyung called you over a while ago,” Jungkook realized, “Well, he’s right. Now I have to fight all those netizens that made you doubt your talent.”

“You can’t do that,” Yoonmi laughed.

“Watch me,” Jungkook cracked his knuckles which made Yoonmi laugh more.

“Now that you two are done being emo over there,” Seokjin called from the other end of the room, “come over here and celebrate! And stop creating a gloomy cloud. Hotshot are getting disturbed.”

“Sorry oppas,” Yoonmi turned to the group and giggled with a bow. They had grown to be friends after a few days of promoting together. The boys had laughed and congratulated them instead.

“Hobeom hyung and Sejin hyung said Eunhae noona went ahead to the dorm and ordered enough food for an army,” Hoseok told them.

“Good,” Seokjin smiled, “we can feed the ARMYs.”

He burst into laughter. Yoonmi held back a giggle, especially when she realized the older members purposefully deadpanned at the eldest. She shook her head and jumped out of her seat to approach the eldest.

“It’s okay, oppa,” she smiled, “let’s go home and eat. Before the comments start coming in.”

She muttered the last bit to herself. She thought no one heard it, but she missed the way Namjoon looked at her worriedly.

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gvf-imagines · 4 years

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Part 1

(Josh/Danny/Jake/Sam x reader)

Warnings: alcohol use, self harm scars

word count: 3252

Thanks to @callmekane for beta reading this fic!

A/N: I’m excited about what this story will bring! This is going to be a very smut filled fan fiction series where the reader has a very sexual and open relationship with all of the boys! I know some people won’t like it I’m sure but all criticism is welcome! Please leave comments and let me know what you think and of course if you have an idea for the story I’m totally open to hearing your thoughts! I hope you enjoy it my friends ❣️

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You smiled as you ran off stage, the fans were still screaming and kept screaming until the next band took the stage. The air was electric, so many people, all here to enjoy the great communicator that is music. You closed your eyes to take it all in, to just listen and feel. You couldn't believe you were here, playing in front of this many people. This year you shared the stage with another up and coming band by the name of Greta Van Fleet. You hadn't heard of them before recently and they were actually really good. They had so much soul and passion in their music, it was true, raw talent.

You watched from the side stage as they played their eclectic set. The singer, Josh, really got the crowd going. He had so much energy and was really fun to watch. His voice was incredible, unbelievable even. He had this raspy, elegant twang in his voice, that truly matched perfectly with the music his band was producing. The drummer, Danny (if you remembered correctly), had such a powerful and classic Drumming style. It was full of life and emotion , just like you, he put his all into his performance. He was focused and truly the heart of the music. There was a guitarist and a Bassist, unlike your band which only consisted of you and your best friend. You, the drummer and your friend the singer and guitarist. The bassist, Sam, had a very cool way about him, his body moved with the music in a way that seemed beyond his control. The guitarist, Jake , was stunning, his hands danced along his guitar so expertly, you could tell he truly enjoyed his time with his instrument.

When they finished their set, the crowd erupted in a wave of applause and cheers, like bright yellow and orange fireworks booming through the air, you watched with your minds eye, in awe as they exploded and cracked in the sky. The Boys bowed and waved before walking off stage panting and sweating.

“Nice job!, excellent show” you comment smiling. Danny returned the smile with a grateful nod.

“Aw thank you, I'm sorry I don't think we had a chance to meet before the show, I’m Dan-” he began.

“You're Danny, Sam , Jake , and Josh” you said, pointing to each of them and smiling. They all returned the smile, there was positive energy just radiating from them, you could feel it like a blanket of warmth resting over you.

“My name is (y/n), it's so nice to meet you guys!” you chime happily. The lead singer, Josh smiles at and you think you catch a small wink as well, making your heart skip a beat. Perhaps you were seeing things. God he's handsome, his sparkling brown eyes, he had more structure in his jawline than you had in your entire life His chestnut hair was gorgeous and curly, his whole look just attracted you to no end.

Fuck.

“Hey your performance was super amazing too, your voice is absolutely incredible” Sam complimented, his voice popped all the bubbly thoughts of josh that foamed in your head. Thank goodness. “Yeah! You did an excellent job (y/n). Its one thing to be a good singer when you have three other band members to help you sound good, but you were out there all alone, just your voice and you still blew that crowd away” Danny added. You were blushing for sure now.

“Yeah your voice is crazy good, we're honored to play alongside you” Jake chimed.

“Oh wow you guys are gonna make me cry” you chuckle “thank you so much, that means a lot coming from someone with your talent” you reply. Sam waves his hand incredulously as if you were hyping them up and making them out to be better than they really were.. You weren't. They are awe inspiring musicians.

“Water?” a stagehand offered walking over with a cooler.

“Oh thank fucking Christ” Josh rendered making a bee line for the cooler. You chuckled, and now that you thought of it your throat was extremely dry from singing as well. Jake nicely offered you the bottle he grabbed with a smile. A true gentleman.

“Thank you!” you offer as you grab the bottle from him. You practically ripped the cap off and chugged the whole bottle. It was delicious and cold and ran over your tongue and down your throat with a refreshingly cold bite.

The five of you stand there and re hydrate for a minute before Sam speaks “we should go grab a drink!” he suggests with a slight raise of his perfect eyebrows. The guys look at you in waiting.

“You wanna join us?” Josh asks, flashing a pearly white smile. You look around at them for a mere second before responding.

“Sure! Yeah that sounds fun”

“Right on, I think I saw a bar down the street we can go to” Jake claims as you all head to the doors behind the dressing rooms.

Rain began to expel from the dark clouds above you as you all headed down the road. Cold air kisses your skin causing you to shiver slightly, you only had on black leather pants and a pink floral pattern blouse that you tied up a bit to expose part of your stomach. It was late, must have been almost midnight by now, the air was heavy with moisture and you could smell the rain soaked cement under your feet.

“Are you cold?” Josh questions as he walks beside you, he startled you a bit. You smiled and looked at your arms, they were dotted with goosebumps.

“Yeah kinda” you reply sheepishly. Josh instantly takes off the jean jacket he was wearing and handed it to you. Jake and the others were a few feet behind the two of you carrying on a conversation about the show. You reached out and accepted the jacket, Josh's gaze nonchalantly floated down your arm, his face fell when he noticed the deep scars that peppered across your skin near your wrists. You notice him looking at them before he brings his gaze back up to meet yours. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you quickly put the jacket on.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to stare” he says softly, looking down at the wet street. You knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't judging you. His look was filled with concern, not judgement.

“It's alright, people stare all the time” you responded

“It doesn't bother me so much anymore, i'm used to it.” you added. Josh nods, a sad look still lingers on his gentle face. His jacket was warm, his scent filled your nose, it was comfortable and soothing, much like the rain that fell from the sky. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was thinking about something, he had that thousand yard stare stuck in his eyes. You hadn't known Josh for long but it's not hard to tell when someone is enthralled in thought.

“How long have you been singing?” you ask, trying to pull him from whatever trance he was in.

“A long time, most of my life really” he answers with a smile. Talking about his music clearly made him happy. He in turn asked you the same question. You laugh before responding.

“Honestly I've only been singing for a few years….drumming is my real talent and I've been doing that for most of my life, coming up on 18 years” you explain. Josh’s expression shifted from a smile to a look of surprise.

“Wow that’s awesome , are you self taught?” he asks again. You nodded “my dad taught me a few things here and there more when I first started out but, mostly I've taught myself” you said. Josh chuckled with a nod.

“That is really cool” he replied, you could tell by the tone and instance of his voice that he was genuinely impressed.

“Oo careful on the compliments you've never heard me play before, just because I've been playing for a long time doesn't mean i’m any good” you joke, Josh laughs, shakes his head and nudges your shoulder.

“Well have to get you behind Danny's kit some time” he implores. Hearing him say that made you happy, it meant he wanted to see you again.

“You guys did really good tonight, I cant believe I've never heard of you guys before really. It wasn't until my manager told me who I'd be playing with at the festival that I started looking into you guys.” you admit.

“Thanks you did an excellent job too, i really loved that first song you sang, ‘salt is my sugar’ I really resonated with that one, truly felt it, there's a lot of emotion in your lyrics.

“This is it,” Sam announces opening the front door and holding it for everyone to walk in. the smell of smoke and dark liquor hang heavy in the air. An ACDC song played over the speakers. It wasn't very busy, there was an older man sitting at the bar, a couple younger people playing pool and a few others scattered in booths. It was a total dive bar, a hole in the wall, which was just your style. You all sat at the bar on squeaky worn out bar stools.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, perching himself up with his arms rested on the bar as a washrag sat, oh so typically, on his shoulder as he awaited your response. Jake looked at Josh with a raised brow giving him that ‘get a load of this guy’ look.

“I'll have a beer,” Danny ordered.

“Me as well please” Jake adds.

“Southern comfort and seven up for me please” you order next.

“Hmm I'll have a long island iced tea” Sam says. You look at him holding back a chuckle Huh didn't take him for a long island iced tea kinda guy but to each their own. The bartender looked to josh.

“Salty dog please” he requests.

“Put your IDs on the counter” the bartender instructs as he turns around to collect everyone's drinks. The five of you did as you were told and laid out your IDs.

“So where are you guys headed now that the festival is over?” you asked playing with a stained, old coaster that sat in front of you.

“We’re going back to Michigan for some well deserved time off” Josh responds.

“For a little while anyways” he adds with a smile.

“Hey I live in silver city!” you reply happily , silver city was a small town in Michigan closer to the upper peninsula.

“Small world” you added. What are the chances the two of you lived within a few hours of each other and never met until the both of you played a festival in Los Angeles.

You turn your attention to the combination of alcoholic drinks that the bartender set in front of you. Everyone reached for theirs offering quick cheers before taking a drink. The carbonation of the seven up burned against your throat before the alcohol sent the warming sensation through your chest and stomach.

“Ah yum” you said, wincing from the sharpness of the alcohol. Jake laughed as he watched you.

“Not very convincing,” Sam says smiling. You laugh and take another drink. You watch Josh stir his drink lightly with the small straw it came with, he notices you looking.

“Ever had a salty dog before?” he asks, hoping you say no.

You simply shake your head in reply. He slides his drink closer to you.

“We can share if you want, it's really good?” he offers. You look at the pink drink in front of you.

“What's in it?” you ask.

“It's just gin and grapefruit juice with a little salt around the rim,” he says.

“Oh god that sounds horrible” you laugh.

“It's actually not that bad” Danny pipes up with a shrug.

“He made me try it a few weeks ago,” he adds.

“Alright I'll take your word for it” you smile at Danny. You look back down at the drink.

“I promise I didn't spike it” Josh chimes. You laugh loudly, why would he even say that?

“That's exactly what someone who spiked my drink would say”

“But I guess I trust you guys” you add before taking a healthy sip of the beverage.

“Hmm that's not bad!” conclude, it was much sweeter than you thought it would be, it kind of reminded you of orange juice and vodka. Josh nods with an I told you so sort of look on his face.

“Here, try mine,” Sam says next, handing you his glass.

“Alright you try mine too” you reply with a smile. Sam's slender fingers brush against yours as he grabs the drink from you , your eyes look to his and he winks.

Oh god, I can't be attracted to two of them. Honestly, who were you kidding? You were insanely attracted to all of them, how were they ALL so cute and gorgeous? Not fair to the rest of man-kind.

“Wow this one is super good!” you remark going in for another drink of the long island iced tea.

“Yeah can you believe there's like 8 different alcohols in there? No tea at all” he laughs, you laughed with him. His laugh was sweet and light, like orange sparkling shards of glass dancing through the air. The five of you began talking about life and learning a lot about each other, ordering more drinks along the way. You could tell the mix of drinks was beginning to take effect on you, you felt warm and relaxed. You were standing next to Danny now, he towered over you, this man was truly a beast.the smell of his cologne wrapped around you. It was oaky and mossy with a hint of citrus, you couldn't help but feel an electrifying pull of attraction to him.

For fucks sake, you curse yourself.

A few games of pool (which, it turns out Jake is like a God at pool) later you all found yourselves back at the bar carrying on more conversation, albeit more slurred now. It was much easier to open up to people when alcohol was involved. You rolled the sleeves of josh's jacked up, exposing your arms as the alcohol was making you extremely warm.

“What happened to you?” the bartender asks loudly. You and the guys all look at him with hints of confusion.

“I got the worst concoction of my parents DNA possible” you joke , the boys laugh. Jake nudges your shoulder.

“Shut up you're gorgeous” he says softly. You give him a quick smile.

“No. Your arm. What happened to your arm.” the bartender says again, nodding to your scars. You hated when people asked that question, like they didn't know why you had those scars on your wrists. Very few things leave scars like that on skin. You looked around at the guys, josh looked pissed and the others looked saddened as this was the first time they had seen your scars, and they knew damn well what it was from, they weren’t as stupid as this bartender. The air of the bar had shifted, the mood went from fun loving to hostile very quickly. Fuck this guy.

“I got in a fight with a weed wacker” you retort sarcastically. The man rolls his eyes.

“What happened? Did your little boyfriend break up with you? Flunk a class? Your puppy ran away?” he was mocking you. You said nothing in return.

“You're just another one of those emotionally confused little girls, no reason to hate her life.” he continues. For some reason he was trying to upset you , and you had no idea why, you'd been nothing but pleasant to the man since the moment you entered the bar.

“First of all i'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning man? You're mad because you got all D’s in high school and now you're stuck serving losers like us in this shit hole, pretentious, sorry excuse of a bar? Go fuck yourself. I don’t hate my life.” you answer , anger pooling in your throat.

“Hey man. Lay off.” Danny says with a look of warning.

“Of course you don't hate your life” the man says ignoring Danny completely.

“You just do it for attention, think if you slice yourself up maybe someone will feel bad for you huh? I've seen your kind before girl.” he speaks again. OK now this idiot was pissing you off. You never did it for attention, attention was the last thing you wanted, especially when it came to your scars, you wished you could erase them.

“Look, I've got three things to say to you,” you reply with an irritated sigh. You stood up from your stool and stepped closer to the man.

“One” you say, holding up your pointer finger giving the illusion that you were going to list reasons of argument to him. Instead you ball your hand into a fist and punch the guy right in his fucking jaw with all your drunken might. To your surprise (and no doubt everyone else's) the bartender fell to the floor, you knocked him out.. Everyone was wide eyed and silent

“Lets get outta here” Josh says, breaking the glistening silence in the bar, noticing everyone looking at the five of you. Jake grabbed a bottle of Jack before all of you ran out of the door. None of you could suppress your laughs as you took off down the street. Out of breath you all keeled over in a field of grass a few feet from the tour buses in a fit of laughter. You sat down on the wet grass and looked up at the clouds. Danny sat on your left and Sammy was on your right, Josh and Jake sat in front of you and you all formed a small little circle.

“That felt good” you say softly, referring to punching that shit head of a bartender. Sam laughed.

“Yeah that was awesome, I can't believe you knocked him out” Jake chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. The air went silent again as you all sat with your own thoughts. Your face slowly lost emotion as thoughts of what the man said swirled around your mind. You tried not to let what people said to you about your scars get to you too much but it was hard sometimes. Danny noticed your expression and you felt his hand draw soft circles on your back.

“That guy was an idiot. He was just being an asshole” Josh said softly, you nodded, knowing he was right. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just really that sad but a tear fell down your face and your voice cracked as you spoke.

“I just feel so alone sometimes” you wiped the tears away as quickly as they fell. You could feel all of them watching you with sympathetic eyes.

“Everyone's got their vice (y/n)” Danny said quietly, his hand still grazing your back.

Josh rolls his shirt sleeve up and reveals dozens of little horizontal scars covering his shoulder. He grabs your hand and you look up at him to meet his gaze. He stroked your hand with his thumb and gave you a comforting, gentle look.

“You're not alone”

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New Tune: Chapter 6 (Jake Kiszka x Reader)

WC: 6k (damn I went off)

Warnings: Cursing, Drug use, rock and roll, romantic tension, and a very sweet moment

Summary: Two guitarists meet at a Rock Festival, only having a week with each other before they have to return to their own lives. The bond they create is unfeigned and resolute

AUTHORS NOTE:I listened to an ungodly amount of John Denver while writing this. Also never written a scene like the last before soo that's fun.

I wanted to try to give them two different styles that represented the characters, and I think I got it. I always saw Jake’s more of a mess, but its still in harmony. While hers is more like mine, a need for perfection, never fully happy with the final product. But there's my rendition of reader and Jake! I hope its satisfactory (also breaking away from your art style is very hard, but hella fun)

***

After she left last night all the boys couldn’t stop gushing about Y/N, well more couldn't stop making fun of me. Holding my newfound feelings for her above my head. Sam and Danny were acting out the night before, but wildly blew it out of proportion.

Sam and Danny were sitting incredibly close on the couch, each hand intertwined with the other boys. Looking at each other with loving eyes, and the occasional dramatic, love struck sigh coming from Sam.

“Oh Y/N, the way you wield your axe is just so sexy.” Sam said to Danny, trying to replicate my voice, but was so dramatic about it he was nowhere close.

“Not as sexy as you not making a move.” Danny said with a skewed high pitch voice.

The two boys pressed their cheeks and looked at me, batting their lashes, holding back a laugh.

“If only I didn’t have a mean old boyfriend holding me back from this sexy-” Danny was cut off by me standing from my spot and grabbing my lighter and Cigs.

“Real comedians you guys are.”

I was met with my twin, Josh, already out there seemingly enjoying the morning air.

I looked over and met his gaze, a bright smile adorning his face.

“Well good morning, little bro.”

I grumbled “by five minutes.” Under my breath. I took a spot next to him, leaning against the bus and lighting a cigarette, taking a big hit before finally exhaling.

He looked over to me with more than confusion than previously.

“Something on your mind? Or should I say Someone on your mind?” A small sympathetic smile following the question.

I took a final drag and put out my cig, turning my full attention towards him.

“Sam and Danny are just doing their normal shit. I love them, but goddamn, they're getting on my nerves.”

“Are you sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

I focused on the cigarette butt on the ground, kicking it aimlessly.

“We both know that's not all that’s bothering me.”

He nudged my shoulder and gave the smile as before. “Well let it all out. Tell me about her.”

“You’ve already met her, dumbas-”

He cut me off saying “Well I know about her, but tell me how you feel about her. Dumbass.”

I gave a small laugh and looked back up at my twin.

“ She’s just- Nothing i've ever experienced. She’s got such a diverse taste in everything. She listens to everything we do, all the Jazz, folk, and so on, but then there's everything else. If she knew every word to every song I wouldn't be surprised.”

I looked back up to josh and the smile on his face had grown. He nodded his head as if to say “Go on”

“And the sheer talent in this girl. You saw her yesterday, so you know. She can play anything man I swear. We spent about three hours playing nonstop and she did it like it was nothing. Did you know she can play like 7 instruments? Its fucking crazy. Plus the way she works with that bow is something else, maybe it's because she has cello experience. She probably has jimmy page impressed.”

I trailed off for a moment, just thinking about her. My cheeks grew warm and flushed red.

“She’s also so compassionate, you can tell she really cares. Despite her nonchalant demeanor she secretly goes out of her way to make sure everyones okay. She never told me that, but I can just tell.”

“You really like her don't you?” Josh asked.

“ I really fucking like her, Josh.”

After our chat Josh suggested that I spend all the time I can with her, make my mark, so here I am at her door, praying she’s there. With my supplies in hand, I freed my hand to knock on their door. Eventually the door swung open to Y/N with a somber face, but it brightened a bit when she realized it was me. Wearing comfier clothes then she had previously worn.

“Well hey there, Rockstar. Didn't think I’d see you till later.”

“Well I’m here now, and I brought something that'll hopefully cheer you up.”

She raised her eyebrows and noticed what I had in my arms.

“Oh?”

“Let me inside and I'll show you.” I playfully winked.

She laughed and walked up the stairs, letting me in. I walked in, shutting the door behind me, and found her sitting on the couch, knees tucked under her arms.

“Well are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to show me what you brought?”

She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I sat down across from her at the table, dumping all the stuff on it. A way too big sketchbook, a huge pencil bag, and gummy bears for good measure.

She stood up and her meek smile grew.

“How’d you know that I could draw?”

“I just somehow knew a lady of many talents, such as yourself, was probably talented with a pencil as well.”

She grabbed the huge bag and searched through until she was satisfied. Opened it up to the next blank page and opened the gummy bears for good measure.

She looked up to me with a confused look.

“What are you still doing over here? Grab the guitar and provide some good tunes while you model for me.”

I laughed and grabbed the guitar that was in its case next to me. I moved to the couch and unpacked it while asking, “Should I stay still if I’m you’re model?”

Without looking up from the sketch pad, she said, “Nah I should be fine. Just make sure to play something good.”

She looked up at me giving a brighter smile, and refocusing on the task at hand.

We sat quietly for about 45 minutes, her looking up at me from time to time. Sometimes I’d make a silly face, and make her laugh. Soon after though she would return to her work, not even looking up to grab more candy. When she really focused on her work she’d scrunch up on corner of her mouth. Sometimes she’d bite her lip, back up the paper, then would go to erase something. She never failed to mindlessly hum along to songs though, only proving my point from this morning.

She finally backed the paper up one final time before clicking her tongue, her eyes lighting up.

“I think I got your essence perfectly.”

She flipped it around to show me, nervousness flashing in her eyes for a moment.

I was completely blown away. She had completely nailed it. It only made my heart swell more.

She flipped it back around to look at it again “I think I kind of messed up your face a little in the big one. Sorry about that.”

“No no! It looks absolutely perfect and I’m not at all surprised. You did good, seriously. Y/N it looks fantastic.” I gushed, my cheeks growing pink.

Her cheeks grew pink and refocused on the drawing in front of her. She grabbed the pencil and eraser and continued to poke at her piece, never content with her own work.

After a little while I moved the guitar off my lap and moved towards her to nab the items out of her hands. I swiftly grabbed them and hid them behind my back, a pert smile on my lips..

“Hey! I was using those you know.” She said, holding her hand out as to ask for them back.

I quickly shook my head and said “You think I’m just going to give these to you? It's already perfect, there's nothing more to fix.”

She turned her head down with a sad look adorning her face, but I caught the mischievous grin poking through. “Fine then.”

“You're really not great at faking it, darling. I see that little smile on your face.”

She lightly chuckled and suddenly jumped up out of her seat to grab the items from behind me, but just as swiftly as she lept, I took a big step backwards.

“Gotta try harder than that, Little Bird.” I moved my hand above my head, and wiggled the pencils in the air enticingly.

She looked up at the items and then back at me, a smug look on her face.

“You may be a big rockstar and all..” She paused and easily reached up, grabbing them out of my hands. “But I'm still taller than you.” She went to sit behind me on the couch in my previous spot, but not without ruffling my hair in a teasing manner.

“You did your best, buddy.”

I whipped around and dramatically put my hands on my hips. “I totally went easy on you.”

“Sure, Rockstar.” She said, grabbing the guitar from beside her, strumming a few chords.

I grabbed all the essentials off the table, sketchbook, pencil bag, and of course the gummies. Then made my way to the couch, plopping down on her left side, dumping everything to my own.

She stopped for a moment to try and hand me back the pencil and eraser, but I pushed her hand away and chuckled.

“Don't you want these back, to you know, draw?” She asked.

“I prefer ink, but thank you, Little Bird.” I smiled.

We did the same as before, she modeled and provided tunes while I did my best to capture her. I knew we’d have different styles right away. You can tell she's a perfectionist in her work, not accepting flaws. I have messy lines, them almost seem alive with how fast I create them. I draw what I see, but add my own to it, depth can be something you make. So for the next hour or so I did my best to scratch out her beauty, mostly focusing on her face, which became apparent when I got a good look at it. I had been so careful with her face that the rest didn't seem to matter.

Id catch her glances every now and then, peaking at me over the guitar in curiosity. Every time I did I’d make a silly face, and every time she quietly laughed to herself with a content smile that follow. Every chance I could id try to catch her eyes just to see that.

Halfway through her quiet rendition of “Dink's Song” I had finally finished her portrait. Which honestly didn’t compare to hers, but still, I was proud. I flipped it around to face her, and suddenly her singing stopped, her focus completely on the piece

“Jake” She paused and grabbed it out of my hands, studying it more.

“This is fucking fantastic.” She breathed out. Her eyes rapidly wandered the piece, trying to take it all in.

A small grin broke out on my face, and quietly fiddled with my hands, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts.

She looked back up at me with wide, questioning eyes “How does no one know that you're this good?” She asked.

I chuckled and said “ Never seemed important to share. Its only a small hobby.”

“Only a small hobby.” She mocked. “As I said, this is fucking fantastic.”

“Well thank you, Little Bird.” A small blush forming on my cheeks.

“No, thank you, man.” She paused and moved the guitar to her side then grabbed my hand.

“No ones ever made me something like this. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Anything for you, Little Bird.” I said, and I meant every word.

She never let go of my hand, just sat back into her seat staring off in thought, I didn't mind the silence though. Until she asked

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“I'm sorry I dragged you into that pit, I saw the way the media got a hold of it. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

I squeezed her hand and caressed the back of it with my thumb. My heart was beating so hard, and I was incredibly nervous. She didn’t seem to mind at all though.

“Oh Little Bird, No darling this happens literally all the time. It’s nothing to stress over.”

“You sure?” She asked.

“Completely.” I paused for a moment “But I’m sorry it caused… you know. Boy trouble.”

She groaned and threw her head back “Oh god you head that?”

“Well when you yell that you’re not fucking Jimmy Page for everyone to hear its hard not to.” A playful smile on my lips.

She groaned again and said “Oh god I’m sorry.”

“It's fine man, I get it all the time.. Well not the fucking part, but the Jimmy Page part.”

“She whipped her head to face me and quickly responded “No, not okay. You and Jimmy Page have completely different styles, and idiots like him who don't even listen to Greta have no say. I could go on about the technicalities of it all, but id probably bore you.” She paused and stared

off for a moment for returning. “Plus I don't even think he listened to, nor liked zeppelin.”

“Well that's just blasphemous.”

She laughed “You've got that right!”

“Wait shit do you have the time.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on, the screen flashed 4:30. I passed it over to her and as quickly as she read it, she popped up off the couch frantically.

“Shit! I have to get ready and go to sound check at 6!”

“Well go get ready then! Want me to wait?” I asked.

“Sure, but I can't promise that it will be very interesting.”

“I don't mind, after I can walk you to the venue if you'd like.”

She smiled and said “ And they say chivalry is dead.”

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He was kind enough to wait around and watch me do my makeup for the next 30 minutes. I of course put a little eyeliner on him, he didn't ask but he didn't seem appalled at the idea. After all of that I quickly put on my stage clothes, which consisted of Dark blue high waisted bell bottoms, a simple blue velvet bralette, a black see through shirt with white embroidered flowers (fully unbuttoned of course, and purple paisley heels for some color. When I came out of the back and he saw what I was wearing he was not very suave about complimenting it. It was honestly pretty cute.

As promised he walked me to the venue, he even added my guitar to his already heavy load. Once we got there he sadly had to go because he had his own show to get ready for. He didn't leave without a hug and a wish for good luck before going to wherever he needed to be.

One successful soundcheck later and we were all ready for the stage.

Nerves jittered through the whole band, this was the biggest crowd we've ever played, and it's all thanks to the Greta boys. All of the people in the crowd were here to see them.

5 minutes till we had to go on stage and Eli had taken a small glass jar with white contents inside out of his pocket, luckily we were alone in our dressing room. He asked Asa to hold up his bass for us as a makeshift table. He emptied enough for all of us to snort three lines.

We all let him go first since it was his, with drug equity and all. Matt went next, not that he needed it, he was already so chaotic, but it's fun to all be high together. Eli took it from Asa and let him do his, then it was my turn. We used to do this a lot before shows, but recently with a break for recording its lessened. Still our tolerances were higher than the first time we all did it together.

I bent down to snort the first line, the familiar smell of petrol hit my nose, and shortly after I felt the drug hit the back of the throat. It burned for a brief moment, but then I got that drip, my nose, tongue and throat went numb, which made it all the more easier for the next two lines.

I instantly felt that buzz, the high we’d all been chasing. We all went from nervous to ready to play in front of a million people. Matt jumped up and in tow we all did. Buzzing from our high.

Id grabbed my guitar and slung it on my back, Eli did the same, then we all made our way to the main stage. We whooped and hollered, ready to take on our biggest show. In the wings I spotted the Greta boys and quickly made my way over to them.

“You look absolutely stunning, Darling!” Josh yelled at me.

I slung my arm over him for a quick hug and replied “Don't I know it, had to show off the goods somehow. I'm a free woman! Well not yet… But when I get a mic on my hands I will be dumping my bitch ass boyfriend.”

“Hell yeah! Fuck that guy!” Sam chimed in.

“Fuck that guy!” I pulled away from the hug and told josh “Dude your skin has what I can only describe as good vibes, man. Like a warm feeling. I have to apologize, I just did a couple lines of coke and I am feeling the buzz. Like, Jake, you look ethereal in this light right now. Absolutely stunning.”

He just laughed and said “Well i'm glad i can be described as ethereal.”

“I could honestly go on about it, but I think I have to go. I hope you all enjoy, and wish me luck!”

Behind me I could hear someone say “One minute!” So I quickly darted back over to my band.

We did our lucky chant, huddled, first all crouched low to the ground. The chant really isn’t all that intricate, we just go start chanting “Fuck” in a whisper, then gradually getting louder until we are screaming and jumping around, bumping into each other.

As so we were screaming and knocking into each other, until we all chilled and got plugged up and ready to go.

We heard our bands name announced and made our way on stage. Cheers erupted from the crowd, which was huge might I add. With the coke I was ready to do anything, and this was going to be a breeze.

Before we went on I asked Matt if I could introduced the first song and he very graciously agreed.

We took to our spots, and when the crowd quieted Matt did the introduction.

“Hello, California! We are so glad to be here, and fucking jam with you guys! But we have a guitarist who wants to introduce our first song.”

More cheers erupted from the crowd, but that didn't last long. I stepped up to the mic “Hello everyone! I really want to dedicate this to my boyfriend, Sam.”

My band all gave me the weirdest looks, but the crowd awed in response.

“I see those fucking looks you’re giving me guys. This goes out to my son of a bitch EX boyfriend who doesn't deserve this much woman! Fuck that guy! This ones called Innocent Sun.”

For a third time the crowd erupted in cheers, this time just as excited as the first

I backed away, and our drummer Asa got the message, playing the count in.

Despite the name of the song it was one of our angrier ones, which is why its at the top of the set.

Eli and I came in with a heavier riff, and with the coke, physical touch was enhanced, so my guitar strings felt so weird it was a bit distracting. I didn’t mess it up but my head was out of it.

Matt was dancing wildly along to the music, whipping the microphone around like Roger Daltrey. While he sang he’d come up to all of us and try to interact. Like he and I would play back to back, and I’d sing with him from time to time. Typically he would run around and jump off the drum risers.

By the end of the song the adrenaline of being on stage coerced with the drugs, creating something else. We all were doing new shit in every song. I was sticking new solos anywhere I could. Matt attempted a backflip off one of the bigger amps, which he miraculously made. Eli at one point just slapped the shit out of his bass, which didn't sound too bad. Poor Asa couldn’t do too much from behind the drums, but his drum fills were phenomenal.

As a black sabbath type band we were getting strangely rowdy, and lucky for me I had a wireless set up. So during a solo in one of the heavier songs I did a guitar spin and everyone completely lost it. Lucky for me I had taken off my loose shirt earlier in the set.

After I had winked at the Greta boys in the wings and they lost their shit, all cheering me on. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

My heart was pounding, my ears were ringing, and I felt like I could take on the world. I was creating new licks, killing solos, and giving off some pretty damn good stage presence. But I was starting to come off of my high, and all of those pent up feelings were starting to come out. Lucky for me our last song is when we covered “Dazed and Confused”, it didn't run as long as Zeppelin played it live but its longer than anything else we played.

When we got to the guitar solo in the song I grabbed the bow behind my pedal board and stuck my pick between my lips, quickly switching on a bunch of delay effects.

I gave it one test stroke on the lowest string, creating a bunch of haunting notes. When I got my confidence I rapidly smacked the strings with the bow and played chords rapidly. I slowed down, and went into the upper register, rapidly playing the highest string like a violin, trying to sound delicate. My mind wandered again, everything flooding my head. Me finally leaving Sam, everything he put me through, all the abuse and turmoil finally over. Which produced a dark sound with my guitar, throwing caution into the wind, and smack the shit out of it, occasionally strumming. It was a loud crescendo into chaos, but a beautiful one at that.

Sweat soaked my skin and my heart was practically beating out of my chest. I kept looking over to Jake throughout the solo, searching for something but I didn't know what. I then saw the way he looked at me when I played, then I remembered the way he looked at me in general. The longing looks, his attention to detail to everything I did, the way he listened and cared. When I was looking at him I finally realized what I had been so painfully blind to. That a man only looked at someone that was for one reason, and the way I stared back only gave him more incentive to. Thing was is that I enjoyed it. I wanted his attention all the time, so bad it hurt. And I realized that since the moment I met him I had been falling for him. I just gave him the brightest smile and he reciprocated with exactly that.

I walked to the front of the stage and went into another realm of playing. I created a brighter tone as my hand danced up and down the neck. I gave one final stroke with the bow and walked closer to the amp to create feedback, creating a loud screech, transitioning into the end of the song. I threw my bow into the crowd and took the pick from my mouth went back into the main riff of Dazed and Confused with the rest of the band.

Asa took a mini drum solo at the end and absolutely nailed it. To finally finish it all off we all went crazy with our instruments, Matt just screamed into the mic, Eli just smacked his strings over and over, Asa lost it with the drums, and I went into a final wild solo. We all looked at each other and mentally counted down, ending the song together. The crowd erupted with cheers and we made our way off the stage, all of feeling exhausted and covered head to toe in sweat, but proud of our performance.

The moment I got off stage I ran to Jake, and he quickly engulfed me in his arms, only staying there for a moment before he pulled away. He kept me at arms length minimum when he rained compliments onto me.

“Y/N that was absolutely fantastic! Oh my god that spin made us all lose our minds! You have to teach me. I didn’t know you could do all that, and that solo on Dazed and Confused? Phenomenal, I say something in you change.”

“Thank you so much! Speaking of that, Jake. I've got to talk to you.”

He didn’t seem to think too much about that last comment, he seemed rushed.

“Of course, love. Later alright? We go on right after you and Josh will actually kill me if I’m late.”

“Yeah I totally understand. Go hurry, I can't wait to see you guys go on.”

He gave me a tight hug before speed walking to one of the dressing rooms.

Nerves grew within me when I realized I had two big conversations to have.

Speaking of which, I guess I should do damage control, coked out me is a bit impulsive.

***

Finding a quiet spot was weirdly hard, I mean we were in a literal desert. But I turned on my phone, not checking my notifications. I just went straight to my contacts and dialed Sams number.

He took longer to pick up then normal. Weird.

“ What’d you do this time?”

“Well hello to you too.”

“Well you only call me when you know you screwed up, like with Jimmy Page.”

I let out a long sigh, dread building in me. “Did you watch my show?”

He obviously has not.

“ I caught the end of it, You really only looked back stage, was jimmy page there.”

That anger was building up again, he didn't even mention the actual show.

“ Listen Sam about that-”

He cut me off “Oh so you are fucking him?”

“Sam just shut the fuck up!”

The line went quiet, and surprisingly stayed quiet.

“Sam I can't do this anymore.” My voice slightly shaking with every word.

“Y/N no, I-” His tone was different than any he’d used over this week. His words were panicked, I actually don't ever think I've heard him like this.

“No Sam, I don't want this anymore. You treat me like garbage, you don't trust me, and you don’t respect me. So this is done.”

He got louder, his tone even more panicked before. I think he might have been crying.

“You don't have to do this! I'll stop, I-I’ll stop everything! I will do anything you want me to… Just please stay.”

“You know that's not what will happen.” I said slowly, I was practically hanging my head in shame.

“Y/N please.”

“ Please move out before I get home, you have a week or so. Im sorry, Sam.” and with that I hang up.

I was practically whispered at that point. I wasn't disappointed in myself, but it was shitty of me to do it over the phone. The way I handled it all was shitty.

What pulled me out of mood was josh voice talking over the PA and Jake guitar ringing through the air. I booked it as fast as I could to the venue so I could see their whole show. I pushed respectively pushed through some random workers and crew, but I made to the wings just in time.

The moment got their parked myself as close I could, wanting to see everything. I caught Jake’s eyes when I got there and he almost seemed relieved. He gave me a warm smile, then refocused on the song “The Cold Wind.”

The show was absolutely phenomenal. They all killed it, Josh with his wailing, Sams bright bass lines, Jake perfect guitar work, and of course, Danny who held it all together perfectly.

I danced and sang along with what I knew, Which was admittedly sparse. I didn't stop until I heard “Black Flag Exposition” which put me in a trance, I just couldn't focus on anything else.

I know I heard it just yesterday but this is something else. His emotion bled through his music, he created magic that night. Which bled right into “Watching Over,”and he pulled the over the shoulder solo. It was uh… quite the spectacle.

I danced and watched as long as I could, but before I could see the end of When the curtain falls I was dragged away by a roadie.

I was given my guitar and attached to the bluetooth system. They worked fast, getting me through a small soundcheck as quickly as possible. After they just placed me right back where I was before to await my que.

The moment I got there I heard Josh give a small speech to the crowd, and it was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.

“I love you all! We are here to celebrate Life, love, and music. Where there is love, we must celebrate it, All of us! And Where there is no love we must provide it. That's what we are to do tonight. Now we have one last song, and one more person to spread the love with. Give it up for Miss Y/N Y/LN!”

With my guitar in hand I made my way to my spot on stage between Josh and Jake, the mic stand already set up.

“We took a lot of time to think of the perfect song you guys, and we decided on the one song that can make anyone fall in love. Enjoy.”

Jake and I started the solo to “Annie's Song” together, even though we didn’t have acoustics we still sounded beautiful.

Josh came in, but instead of his normal higher pitched voice, he used his lower register which still blew me away even though we practiced for hours yesterday. With Sam on the Keys it all was enough to make me cry.

When we got to the chorus Jake and I Stepped up to the mic to harmonize with Josh, but the crowd decided to join in. It was absolutely transcendent

. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Jake, and the smile off of my face. Hearing the crowd sing along with us, singing with my friends, and finally feeling free, I couldn't help but let a tears flow down my cheeks.

We stepped back to let Josh sing again, and Jake seemed to notice the tears and gave me the sweetest smile he could. All the love in the room was truly moving me. For the last chorus josh asked the crowd to sing along again and as loud as they could.

As Jake and I sang we stole glances from each other, the smiles not breaking from either of our faces. Something in me finally settled, I really was truly free.

Josh sang the final note, and we finished off the song by giving a final strum to a G chord together. As quickly as it began it had ended and suddenly walking off stage, finding myself without a guitar and being wrapped into another from jake.

I instantly could smell his cologne on him, stronger than anything else. My skin burned where he touched me, I was buzzing with adrenaline, and I wanted nothing more than to just stay there.

Without pulling away he whispered “That really was something, huh?”

“It really was, Jake.” I sniffled.

He gently pulled away, but didn't move me from his arms. Instead of saying anything he brought his hand to my cheek and gently wiped away my tears. I looked up to him with eyes full of emotion. A lopsided smile adorned his face, and I swore his eyes were full of stars.

His hand was warm on my face, and continued to gently stroke my cheek.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” I blurted out, still with a soft tone. Our eyes never left each others.

His smile grew at the comment and he seemed to drift closer to me, heat radiating off him.

“ The same could easily be said for you, little Bird.”

I reached up and brushed his hair out of his face, my fingers moving from the tucked hair behind his ear to the back of his neck, delicately entangling them in his hair.

I glanced down to his mouth, his lips partially open, pink and plush, astonishingly beautiful. I met his eyes again, searching, trying to find an incentive to move forward. He looked at me with the same expression, something of desperation and a softness read through him.

I moved painfully slow, pulling him closer to me, the same scent from before coming back to me. I put my other hand on his bare chest, inching closer to him. He kept his hand on my face, but moved his other to my lower back. My whole body was buzzing, wanting to move closer.

My eyes fell to his face for a moment, he drifted closer to me, our noses bumped one another.

I held my breath in anticipation, waiting for the moment to come.

I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and pushed forward, my lips meeting his, my warmth pushing against his. I was slowly engulfed into the warmth of his body, fleeting touches, the both of us finally emotionally letting go. When he kissed back I felt my blood rushing through my body, my heart rate rapidly increasing, I could feel his beat just as hard against my hand. He pulled me closer to him, and I ran my hand from his chest to his neck, desperately trying to feel as if we were one.

Both of us were heavily breathing through our noses, not wanting to break away from the rhythm we had created. Our hearts beat in tandem, our hands creating a pace, and our lips moving together in tandem. Creating a New Tune, something in our spirits becoming one for a small, fleeting moment.

We both pulled away, leaning our foreheads against each other, breath heavy, and our hands unmoving.

“I've been wanting to do that all week” He weakly laughed out.

#new tune #jake kiszka x reader #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet #finally some fluff #and my first kiss scene wow #i hope its not horribly embarassing #hes just so sweet im gonna die #one more chapter left #whoo boy #we gonna get a reblog lets find out #a fun mystery

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parachutingkitten · 4 years

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Dancing Without You - Ch 4: Ice Cream

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Whose ready for the title drop? I am! I absolutely had way too much fun writing a party with this select group of ninja for the second half of the chapter. It’s a bit of fun fluff before absolutely everything hits the fan next chapter.

Happy Reading!

“I’ll take a double scoop of the rocky road.” Cole pointed to the tub through the window as Madelyn began scooping.

“In a cone, or a cup?”

“Cup please,” He smiled.

“Anything else?” Madelyn asked, handing him his cup over the counter.

“I also need a double scoop of cotton candy in a cup as well please.”

I hit Cole on the shoulder as he chuckled. “I can pay for my own ice cream, you know!” I scolded.

“Chill Lia, I have a bunch of extra cash on my student account that I’ve got to spend by the end of the month,” He explained. “I accidentally added an extra 200 dollars to my account instead of 20 dollars, so... I’m definitely going to be hitting up the student shop later this week.”

I laughed as Madelyn handed me my cup and moved over to the cash register.

“That'll be $6.50, just go ahead and swipe your student id.” Madelyn instructed.

Cole did just that as the receipt started printing. “And that’s it! Thanks,” she smiled, handing it to him.

“Thanks Maddie!” I smiled as we walked out towards the field.

“You know her?” Cole asked.

“She works there every Wednesday and Friday. Don’t you recognize her?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “But I don’t know her name!”

“I don’t know. I think it’s rude not to make an effort,” I shrugged as we sat down on the grass. It was a beautiful sunny day outside for being the middle of fall. It was the perfect temperature outside with the sun peeking out just enough to warm the air. I knew perfect weather like this couldn’t last long though. “So, you ready for midterms?” I asked, eating my first spoonful of ice cream.

“Midterms,” Cole laughed nervously. “Yeah. I have no idea how ready I am, but it’s definitely not ready enough.”

“I’m excited! I mean, in just a few weeks we’ll get our rankings! Aren’t you excited to see where you fall?”

Cole rolled his eyes, looking down at his ice cream, mixing it around with his spoon. “I don’t know. It all seems a little superficial to me. I mean, how can you possibly distill all of someone’s talent down into one number? And then they’re going to take everyone’s number and rank us against each other? Doesn’t that just seem needlessly antagonistic?”

“I mean, most schools have grades. That’s how grading things works,” I shrugged, taking another bite.

“It just doesn’t seem right. Singing and dancing and all this stuff is all just so subjective. It shouldn’t have such a concrete ranking system attached to it.”

“Well… yeah. It’s blunt, but that’s kind of just how performance arts work. They’re competitive, and messy and… harsh.”

Cole seemed distant. He looked at me for a moment, pensive. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just not really for me.”

“What do you mean not really for you?” I pressed.

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” he sighed. “But it’s like… recently, I’ve been feeling more and more like instead of going to school here, I’m just being trapped here, you know?”

I studied him. He was being honest, but I didn’t exactly know what to make of it. “Well, I know classes can be tough, but everyone knows first year is the hardest. Things will ease up soon. I mean, you might feel like you want to leave, but it’s not like you’re actually considering it, right?”

He paused for a moment, looking out at the skyline. “...maybe. I mean, the more I stay here, the more I feel like I just don’t belong. Like I can’t fit into the mold that everyone wants from me.”

“Cole, you’re a great dancer! If you’re worried about living up to people’s expectations, don’t be-”

“It’s not that.” he shook his head. “I just don’t fit in the system. I can’t do this forever. I can’t live like this.”

I set my ice cream down on the grass, thinking for a moment. “Look, I know this kind of stuff is a lot of work. And I get that it comes easier to me than it does for a lot of people, but you shouldn’t throw away your chance just because it gets hard. I mean, why did you come here in the first place unless you really wanted something out of it, right?”

Cole’s head hung low as he picked at the grass.

“I… didn’t choose to come here.

My dad did.”

~*~*~*~

“Oh! We’re halfway there! Oh! Livin’ on a prayer!”

They both sounded absolutely terrible at this point in the song, but the energy in the room was undeniable. Lia had pulled out all her snacks, moved the furniture, dug up her mini disco ball, and had started blasting music. She and Jay and were currently caught in an intense impromptu Karaoke battle, Jay singing into the ice cream scooper while Lia had chosen the tv remote as her microphone of choice.

“Hold on! Hold on!” Jay screamed out, “Air guitar solo!”

“Shred it guys!” I called out, egging them on as they flailed around in the middle of the room.

“Put your heart into it, Jay!” Pixal mocked him. “She’s wiping the floor with you!”

Pix and I both laughed as the last set of choruses came around.

“You really weren’t kidding, she’s extremely high energy.” She looked over at me, smiling.

“Yeah, she was a good warm up for dealing with Jay,” I joked, both of us laughing again.

“Take my hand! We’ll make it, I swear!” They were singing into each other’s faces at this point, more screaming than singing. “Oh! Living on a prayer!”

Both of them pumped their fists in the air as the song faded out, Pix and I both cheering them as they bowed.

“It’s such a good song!” Jay raved.

“It’s such a good song!” Lia tossed the remote onto the couch in the corner, taking a few heavy breaths.

“Sorry about that Cole, I had a bit of a point to prove,” Jay boasted, walking over to the snack table. “Which flavor did you want?” He looked down at the various tubs of ice cream.

“You know what, I don’t even think I want ice cream anymore,” I shrugged.

“Well, I want some mint chip!” Lia called to him, running over. “I am overheating big time!” She smiled.

“I know, right?” Jay agreed, dishing some up for her, my eyes drifting.

“You rocked it up there.”

“I’ve done my fair share of lip sync battles, I know how to work a good song,” Jay smirked, handing her the bowl he had scooped.

My eyes had been drawn to the neat orange stone hung around Lia’s neck, shining in the dancing light of the disco ball. “Is that the necklace?” I asked.

“Oh! Yeah,” She lifted it off her neck. “I usually only wear it for good luck, like when I’m auditioning for stuff or what not, but I thought since you’re here it’d be appropriate.”

“I didn’t even think you’d have it still,” I chuckled.

“What’s this all about?” Pix asked.

“Oh nothing,” Lia shrugged. “Cole just got me this necklace at the end of first semester.”

Pixal leaned over, looking at it. “It’s a beautiful piece of sunstone,” she admired.

“It’s kind of a long story,” I waved it off, glancing back at Lia, now enjoying her ice cream.

“Hold on,” Jay interrupted, pointing at the other end of the room. “Is that a guitar? Do you play guitar?!”

“Yeah, I play guitar,” She smiled. “I know most of the basics. Guitar, Piano, Violin, I’m learning how to play the flute. I’ll have to play for you sometime, you know, when my voice isn’t so hacked up from song battling you,” She winked.

“As in like… play and sing?” Jay asked. “You sing too?! As in like, real, legit singing?”

Lia burst out laughing, leaning on my shoulder. “Cole, this idiot wants to know if a Marty Oppenheimer Alumni can sing! What do you think?!”

“Yes, she can sing,” I rolled my eyes at Jay.

“Does that mean you can sing too?” Jay nudged me.

“Oh, you’ve never heard him sing?” Lia smiled, turning to me, wide eyed.

“I can sing, but that doesn’t mean that I do. Not anymore anyways,” I stopped them.

The music began to switch as Lia took my hand. “That’s okay, Cole’s always been much more of a dancer.” She smirked. “Come on, this song is great for swing dance!”

“You know full well, I dropped out right before the swing dance unit,” I put my hands up in surrender.

“I don’t know, that sounds like quite a slim excuse to me,” Pixal teased.

“Oh, so you think you’re better than me?” I challenged her.

“I’m a droid, you don’t think I can’t follow rhythms and memorize a complex series of steps?”

Lia placed down her ice cream bowl and turned triumphantly towards Pixal. “Would you like to dance?”

“Of course!” Pixal smiled in my face as they moved back out towards the center of the room.

“Aw man! She slammed you!” Jay clung to my shoulder, jumping up and down.

They took the floor, moving in unison as the chorus kicked in.

I knew I was in for a ride as we

Swing to the sound

Our feet tap-tappin' and our heartbeats beatin'

“Dude, you’re not recovering from this,” Jay shook his head, watching as they spun around each other to the beat of the music.

“Yeah, Pix sure wasn’t bluffing.”

They had some great synergy too. So concentrated on the moves they were making, anticipating what the other would do next. It had been a while since I’d seen Lia dance. I had forgotten how happy it made her. It breathed life into her in a way nothing else ever quite did. Like dancing was the one thing keeping her alive, like doing anything else would just be unnatural. The way her stray hairs would fly away in the air as she spun, the way her nose would scrunch up when she smiled. Those moments when she felt so in the rhythm that she'd just close her eyes. It was all wrapping in this warm familiar comfort that I had lost to the back of my mind to years now.

Spin 'round and 'round

We got lost in the rhythm, the lights, and the crowd

“You’re so good!” Lia’s excitement caught me out of my daze. Her arms were wrapped around Pixal, who was a bit unsure of what to do.

“You’re quite talented yourself.”

“See, that’s how you dance!” She broke away from Pix, pointing at me. “You just forget how to move your feet after all these years, or what?”

“I’ve kinda been focused on other things,” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s so cool! How did you do that?” Jay marveled at them both. “It looked so choreographed and everything!”

“It just takes practice,” Lia hit him in the shoulder. “It’s really not that hard. It’s first year stuff.”

“I could teach you the basics if you wanted,” Pixal chimed in.

“Hell yes! Let’s do it!” Jay swung around me, back to the middle of the floor, Pixal following him. I leaned back on the snack table watching them. She took his hands, carefully guiding him through some basic motions, both of their eyes glued to their feet. I could feel a smile spread across my face watching Jay fumble at Pixal’s simple instructions.

“Pix is a great dancer! I was actually really surprised.” Lia sat next to me, a half empty glass of water in her hands.

“You know, if I’m being honest, it was kinda weird seeing you dance with someone else,” I chuckled.

“Yeah,” She sighed, hanging her head a bit. “I guess it would be.” Her fingers fiddled with the rim of the glass. I could tell something was off.

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked, trying to keep the tone light.

She looked up, her eyes distant. “Cole, I’ve been dancing without you for five years now.” She glanced over at me, gauging my reaction.

“Well…” I hesitated. “Yeah, that’s a good thing, right? I wasn’t supposed to be a dancer, staying would have just been a mistake. We both found our calling in life! That’s great!”

She looked at me with a blank stare. “...You don’t get it, do you?”

I looked at her a moment, trying to read what the answer was that she wanted. “Get… What? I mean, what happened, happened. Sure, it sucked to leave you behind, but no one got hurt. I’m back now, what’s the big problem?”

She looked at me for a moment, taking a deep breath. She placed her glass down on the table behind her, her eyes glazing over again as she looked at the floor.

She was thinking.

After a long moment, she closed her eyes, standing up.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” She started towards the back hall as I stood up, trailing her.

“Lia, is everything okay?”

“Cole, please, I can’t do this right now.” She sighed as she continued moving.

“Amelia, talk to me, please. What’s wrong?” I pleaded with her.

I was cut off as she reached her room, shutting the door on me, leaving me a little disoriented on the other side.

“Everything okay back here?” Jay asked, peaking back into the hall.

I turned to look at him, still wondering what exactly had just happened.

“I… don’t know.”

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago cole #OC: Amelia #Dancing Without You #writing #birthday week

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bel0vedmendes · 5 years

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Alone Together

Shawn X Reader

Words: 3,272

Warnings: smut, choking, drinking, language.

lawd this is filthy, but also fluffy as HECK because I cant help myself.

Description: Y/N is at a bar alone trying to mend her wounds after a breakup. Shawn and his team happen to come to the same bar. Drunken conversation turns into drunken kisses. Is this a one night stand or something more?

NOT MY GIF*

I fidgeted with the empty shot glass in front of me, as I swiveled from left to right on my bar stool. I let out a sigh that was a bit too over dramatic. The bartender shot me a concerned look, before pouring me another one. I lifted the shot of tequila to my lips feeling it sink down my throat burning in such a unique way. I slam the glass down wincing as I put the lime in my mouth biting it between my teeth and keeping it there for a moment. The sound of the bells on the door ring and quickly pull me out of my daze. I look towards the door to see a group of guys walk in. They were all dressed way too nice to be from here. They must have been visiting. As I was analyzing the men walking through the door, one caught my eye specifically. He was so tall, fuck he was tall. His hair brown and curly, bouncing as he walked. His eyes were the prettiest brown I’ve ever seen, and his fucking smile was out of this world.

Before I could catch myself gawking at him, he caught me. He raised his eyebrows with a head nod. I smile and instantly wanted to punch myself realizing the lime peel was still in my mouth. This guy thinks I’m a lunatic. Tony, the bartender, walks over to the table asking what they wanted, not bothering to I.D them since they all look of age. I rolled my eyes, in a bar this small it was bound to happen. I watch Tony begin making the drinks. I sit up a little taller and I swivel my chair to the right making it easier to steal glances at the table. My eyes wander to the curly headed boy and his eyes are looking right back at me, a smirk gracing his lips. I quickly look away, biting my lip. The bartender walks the drinks over to the table and I hear a quick conversation happen then he goes back to making a drink. A rum and coke… what I drink. Then I watch as he walks it over and slides it in front of me. I look at him confused.

“Tony, I really don’t need free drinks, I can pay,” I insist, grabbing my wallet. I came in pretty frequently since I lived two buildings down. He took care of me way too often.

“Its already taken care of,” Tony winks at me and points to the table of men behind me.

I nod my head slowly turning my stool to see the table. I look up and the brown haired boy is smirking at me raising his beer in the air. His friend next to him elbowing him and saying something that made him blush. I smiled and mouthed thank you, before turning my stool and sipping from my new drink. I started to talk to Tony, he eventually asked if I wanted another tequila shot. I smiled and nodded gratefully. Just as I was about to take my shot, the curly haired boy showed up in the stool next to mine.

“Can I have one, too, please?” He asks Tony.

I smile up at him. “Put it on my tab Tony,” I say licking my hand and pouring salt onto the wet spot.

“Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay for their drinks,” He says holding out his hand for me to shake.

“Shawn,” His huge tattooed hand enveloping my own.

“Well this pretty girl, doesn’t like that rule,” I say winking at him, before cheering his shot glass and shooting it back.

I suck the lime and I put the peel into the glass.

“You should have kept it in your mouth, that was a really good look for you,” He says sarcastically.

I laugh at him, instantly blushing but impressed by his sense of humor.

“Im Y/N, Shawn. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” He says glancing back at his table, noticing that they’re all really into whatever conversation they’re having. So he gets comfortable next to me.

“So… you’re from here?” He asks, trying to make things less awkward.

“Mhm, born and raised. Unfortunately,” I joke taking my drink to my lips.

“So why are you at this small bar all alone?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Well.. if you must know. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and this small bar because I can walk home from here,” I bite my lip, wondering if the tequila is making me feel a little too comfortable around him.

“Messy break-up? How are you handling it?” He asked gently rubbing my arm, which I enjoyed.

“Uhm… he cheated on me... a lot. No. He was a piece of shit. I’m just an idiot for staying as long as I did,” I ramble looking away from him. I really was okay. I didn’t want him to think I was bull shitting him.

“Well I can assure you, that you weren’t the idiot in that situation. He was. You’re gorgeous,” He confirms smirking at me, blush rising in his cheeks and mine.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I just have too much going on to be in a relationship.” I sighed taking a long sip of my drink.

He laughs next to me. “I understand the feeling.” He agrees.

We talk for a while, bonding over the fact that we both have anxiety. I could listen to him talk for hours. Passion lacing his voice when he talked about his family and friends, and the things he loves to do. Genuine wonder on his face when he asked about my own. It had been so long since I had, had a good conversation with someone like that and honestly, there was something so damn sexy about it.

I feel his eyes on mine, I was so overwhelmed by his presence. Everything about it. From the way he looked to the way he talked and all of the mannerisms in-between. His eyes flick down to my lips as I stick my tongue out to wet them. I watch his Adams apple bob as he watched closely. I wasn’t until this moment that I realized how close we were to each other, and how many people had left the bar. I took a deep breath in, scooting back and standing from my stool. He watched cautiously as I excused myself to the bathroom. I glance down at my phone. 1 am. I had been talking to him for 2 hours.

I went to the bathroom quickly. Then started to analyze myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it somewhat. I wiped my eyes, and re-applied my lip gloss. Realizing very quickly that I was way drunker than I anticipated. I took a deep breath opening the door to the bathroom. Looking up instantly greeted by Shawn leaning against the wall opposite me. Smirking down at me with the rosiest cheeks of them all, I guess he had a few too many too.

I grin up at him, as he slowly pushes himself off of the wall and closer to me. I walk backwards until my back hits the wall next to me, he boxes me in. One of his arms leaning on the wall just next to my head and the other slowly moving my hair behind my ear. Our breathing was heavy, and rushed. I slowly looked up at him, biting my lip knowing that once I made eye contact, I was fucked.

As soon as I did, his lips captured mine. Needy and passionate all at once. His lips fit between mine perfectly. His tongue peaks out to swipe across my lower lip, and I involuntarily moan in response. Taking his lower lip and trapping it between my teeth gently tugging. He pulls back, breathing so heavy, smiling down at me.

“Now, Just so were clear. I thought about doing this before I was drinking,” He chuckles before pulling me back to his lips. I smile into the kiss, making him laugh harder. He moves to my neck and starts placing kisses all along my jawline and under my ear. His hands grabbing my waist, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles along my hip bones. I moan into his ear, pulling him in closer by his shirt. We both jumped apart being interrupted by someone coughing to get our attention. Our heads turning towards the sound.

“Guys I’m closing up… so….” Tony politely tells us to get a room. We both straighten ourselves up before rounding the corner and seeing his group. Even though they knew damn well what was happening. Most of his friends are gone already but two are still waiting for him. He walks up to them, whispering something. They nod and gather their things and head for the door as Shawn walks back over to me.

I put my coat on and go to pay my tab, only to be told its already been taken care of. I roll my eyes as I turn to look at the curly headed boy. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders at me. So I just shook my head and let it be.

“Id like to walk you home if that’s okay.” He mumbles, stacking our empty glasses to make things easier on Tony.

“I guess that’s okay,” I smirk at him before telling Tony good night and heading for the door.

The wind was cold but the alcohol still coursed through my veins, warming me from the inside. Shawn held his arm out to me and I laced mine through it.

“You’re something special, Y/N” he announces, nudging me as we walked slowly to my place.

I nudged him back earning a throaty laugh, “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Seriously, so down to earth, and fucking hot. Doesn’t get better than that.”

We walk up the stairs and I start to put in my key, Shawn pauses unsure of what to do.

“Do you… want to come inside?”

“Yes. I do.” His cheeks getting even rosier, if that was possible.

We walk upstairs and I unlock the door, letting him walk in first. I turn around to lock the door, starting to tell him that I’m sorry if It’s a mess, but before I could get a word out he was there, pushing me against the wall.

His lips finding mine again. His hands cupping my face as his moves from side to side, kissing me from every angle. He moves back looking down at me, lust swirling through his eyes.

“I… uhm… are you okay with this?” He asks me looking serious for a moment.

I giggle, pulling his lips to mine, and kissing him hard. “Mhmm.” I mumble in the kiss.

His hands slide down my sides, then to the back side of my body. Slowly over my ass before grabs each cheek hard, making me moan into our kiss. He smiles as his hands make their way down to my thighs. He bends down slightly, and effortlessly picks me up. I feel his hard on pressing against me, I buck my hips against him needing the friction. This time making him moan into my mouth, making me smirk into our kiss. He starts walking me down my hallway. He finds a door and opens it walking into my bathroom, he instantly sets me down. His confused face making me realize that he had no fucking clue where he was going. I looked around, and looked back at him. We instantly both started dying of laughter.

“Down the hall, to the left.” I mumbled biting my lip, trying to keep from laughing any more.

“That’s helpful, thanks.” He laughs, bending over and lifting me up by my knees and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal as he spanks my ass, heading to the bedroom. Once there he reaches the bed and throws me onto it. I inch backwards, as he crawls on top of me. He pushes me down onto the bed, attacking my neck with his lips. Sucking and kissing, I was sure I would be covered in hickeys. His hand slowly finds its way under my shirt, sliding up and down my side. He pulled back to look down my body, I took the opportunity to push him flat on the bed. He lays on his back pulling me on top of him. My legs straddling his hips, he sits up pulling me as close as possible. Wrapping his arms around my waist as I grind into his hard on. His lips still marking their territory on my neck.

“I figured,” He breathes between the kisses he’s placing on my neck, “If we were both going to spend the night alone,” He pulls back finally kissing my lips once again, “we could be alone together.”

I smile into our kiss, his way with words had me reeling, I moan into his mouth telling him that I agreed whole heartedly. I reach down in between us as his teeth tug at my bottom lip, hungrily undoing the button on his jeans. As he starts to catch on I lift myself from his lap as he quickly slides his pants off. I sat back down, sliding his cock through my wetness.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me Princess,” He moaned into my ear instantly making me wetter. I reach into the nightstand at my bedside find a gold foil package. I rip open the packaging and I slide the condom onto him. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I slowly slid myself onto his swollen cock. I bite my lip hard as I watch his head fall back and his mouth hang open. My breathing quickens as I start to pick up my pace, finally adjusting to his size. His hands take purchase on my ass, grabbing as much as he could and pulling before he spanked the same spot.

“Feels… so fucking good,” I gasp as I rock my body back and forth rapidly, feeling myself getting closer to the edge.

“Mm, you’re close,” His lips find my nipples and start to suck gently before biting them, making me moan in pain and ecstasy, “not yet though, I want you on your knees,” he rasped, his voice dominant and strong and I instantly did as I was told. I pulled myself off of his cock, moaning in disappointment as I lose the feeling. I bend over in front of him on the bed, as he watches with lust filling his eyes. Something about his demeanor had changed and it was sexier than ever.

“Such a good girl,” He purred as he positioned him self behind me, his hand coming down hard on my ass once again making me scream in pleasure. He finally got close enough for him to slide his cock into me again, making me moan his name.

He starts slow, pulling my hips back towards him. I slowly start to slam my ass backwards onto him telling him I need more, as I do I hear an evil chuckle come from his lips.

“You need more Princess?” He asks as his hand glides up my spine, creating goosebumps all over.

“Yes please,” I moan, as my head gets buried farther into the mattress. His hand reaches the nape of my neck and I feel his fingers gently grabbing the messy pony tail at the back of my head. He tugs gently on the pony tail at first, making my back arch and my head pull backwards. Once he hears me moan he pulls harder and starts to slam his cock into me. The sounds of skin slapping skin, and my breathless moans fill the dark room.

His hand finds my shoulder as he pulls me back to him, so that my back was flesh against his chest. His cock still thrusting in and out quickly. His hands reach around my body, his right hand slides down to my clit and his left hand lightly wraps around my throat. As his fingers dance along my clit, I start to shake as he holds me still against him. His hand tightens around my throat as he moans into my ear.

“Cum for me Princess,” he begs into my ear as his fingers on my clit quicken, “cum all over this cock,” He demands, as I feel my muscles start to tighten around him. He feels it too because I hear his moans get louder. He pushes me down in front of him, grabbing my hips as he starts sliding himself as deep as possible. The change in position instantly bringing me to the edge.

I start to scream as I feel myself start to unhinge around him. He moans loud, as I feel his cock start to twitch, then I feel his thrust start to stagger as he finds his release too.

Sweaty and tired we both collapse onto the bed, he excused himself to bathroom so that he could clean himself up. As he does that I take the opportunity to put shorts and a t-shirt on. I stand at my dresser looking into he mirror that sits on top, brushing my hair. The alcohol that had made me confidant was slowly fading, and I started to wonder what was next.

Before I could start over thinking the situation, Shawn came back in the room with a bottled water handing it to me. He went back over to the bed and sat down, his feet over the side touching the floor. His boxers clung tight to his thighs and I could help but stare at the way his abdominal muscles flexed with every movement.

“Like what you see?” He giggles as he lays back on the bed, using his forearms to hold him up.

I raised my eye brows and nodded as I walked over to him, I could feel the rosy tint covering my cheeks. I placed myself between his knees looking down at him. His eyes slowly traveled up my body slowly, making my body warm once again. He slowly sat up then swiftly wrapped one arm under my legs and the other around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He moved my legs so that I was straddling him.

He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I started to lower my head closer to his, he grinned when he realized I was moving in for a kiss. He quickly slid his hand to the back of my head to pull me down to him quicker. His lips were on mine once again, but slower this time. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, but in a different way than before.

Finally he pulled away, so that he could leave wet kisses down my neck. Every touch was electrifying. We had already had sex but every touch was so addicting, I needed more of him.

“So,” He rasps between kisses, “you think I could sleep over?” his eyes peak up at me as he continues to peck my body.

My fingers playing with the soft curls at the back of his head gently, “Mhm, I think so.”

He tongue jets out to wet his bottom lip slowly, and I have to remind myself to inhale.

As I push him down to the bed, much more intimate than the first time, I get the feeling that this isn’t just a one night stand.

And I’m definitely okay with that.

A/n: Hi guys! Sorry for the filth but I had a dream about this and needed to write it out. Anyway, Im writing a really cute and fluffy angsty pos story and im very excited about it. Im about 30,000 words into it and I want to finish it before I start posting. Look forward to it okay? In the mean time, request stuff one shots or imagines for me to write! :))))))

#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes fanfic

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hazza-bear-care · 5 years

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Babie Crue (4/?)

Pairings: The Dirt! Motley Crue X OC, Eventual MGK! Tommy Lee X OC, possible Douglas Booth! Nikki Sixx X OC

Description: About three months after Cam started touring with Motley Crue, Tommy gets a girlfriend: Roxy. Cam hides her jealousy as Roxy is introduced to Tommy’s parents, but Vince and Nikki both know that Cam is terrible at hiding her feelings. After the introduction fiasco, Cam panics and faces flashbacks of her abuse, leaving Vince to comfort her.

Warnings: Cussing, brief mentions of abuse, flashbacks, drinking, drug use

A/N: This chapter is essentially what happens before the show and on the bus, as it takes place in the movie. My timelines are a little fuzzy, mostly because I’m trying to go off of the movie, but I promise good parts are coming. (Hint: I plan on bringing a certain someone into Cam’s life :P). Anyway, enjoy!

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Cam was sitting on the stage, Grace in her lap playing with some spare drumsticks. Cam clapped as Grace finished her performance, the baby mimicking her mother’s actions with a huge gummy smile on her face.

“Hey, Cam! Look who’s here!” Tommy called, causing Cam to turn and come face to face with his parents.

“Oh my god! What are you guys doing here?!” Cam responded, scooping up Grace and running towards the older couple, each of them crushing the duo into a hug.

“We wanted to see you and our little boy in action,” Voula answered excitedly, cooing over Grace. The baby babbled happily at the attention and kicked against her mom, trying to get to her favorite people. Tommy’s mom snatched the baby out of Cam’s arms and directed her attention back to her son who had popped up behind them. Tommy whisked them away to show them everything the band had done to improve the show and Cam was left on the stage.

“Hey, need any help?” She asked some roadies, suddenly feeling very useless without keeping Grace occupied.

“Nah, we’re almost done. Why don’t you go find the band? They need to be out here for soundcheck anyway.” Cam nodded and dismissed the working men, sauntering down the hall towards the dressing rooms. She pounded on doors, yelling for the boys to head out on stage. When she reached Nikki’s room, Doc had caught up with her.

“Why are you doing my job?” Doc joked, crossing his arms over his chest, a smile on his face.

“I’m just trying to pick up the slack, Doc. No one could find you,” Cam retaliated, reaching around Doc to knock on Nikki’s door.

“Hey Sixx! Tommy’s looking for ya!” Doc called through the door. Two seconds later the door swung open, a girl in a red dress glaring at Doc. She quickly adjusted herself as Doc looked past her to Nikki.

“I see you’ve already met his girlfriend.” Doc’s words sliced through Cam’s heart. Tommy always told Cam when he had a new girl, why not this one? Nikki simply smirked and zipped his fly, nudging past Doc and winking at Cam. Doc nudged the girl back in the direction of the stage, anxious to see what’s going to happen.

As Cam and Doc made their way back, they couldn’t help but laugh at Nikki’s reaction to Voula’s bone crushing hug.

“Oh guys, I want you to meet someone else! Babe, come here!” The same girl that came out of Nikki’s room sauntered to Tommy’s side, leaning against the drummer as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders. “Ma, Dad, this is Roxy. My fiancée.” Yet another slice rocked through Cam’s heart, tears springing into her eyes.

“Excuse me, Voula, where’s Gracie?” Cam whispered, involuntarily interrupting the exchange everyone was currently in.

“Mick has her, Cam.” Tommy quickly dismissed his best friend, turning back to his parents. Cam changed course and scurried off to find Mick, wiping away tears that had fallen.

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When the show was over, everyone had gathered onto the bus, adamant on keeping a schedule. The next morning everyone was in the common area. Grace had just gone down for a nap, which meant Cam had some time to herself. A book in her lap, she ignored the snorting sounds and conversations around her until Tommy asked Roxy for a pen.

“Your mom’s a cunt,” Roxy stated, examining her blood red nails. Cam’s head shot up, instantly gauging Tommy’s reaction.

“What? Why would you say that?” Tommy turned, eyebrows furrowed in shock and confusion.

“Because she is. She’s a cunt.” The bus was silent as everyone waited for the next move. Tommy regained some of his composure and dismissed Roxy.

“Quit it. Give me the pen, alright?” Tommy turned his attention back to Nikki, resuming their conversation.

“I don't even know why you told them. It's not like she has anything to do with us getting married,” Roxy whined. Cam silently started to hyperventilate, knowing what was going to happen, but not quite understanding how bad the fight would get.

“Baby, it's sweet, all right? It's, it's tradition.”

“Which tradition? The mandatory meeting of the cunt?“ Roxy was now standing behind Tommy’s chair as she screamed at him. Tommy quickly stood to retaliate, causing Cam to flinch.

“Don't call her that again, you hear me?“ Tommy sat back down, leaving a fuming Roxy staring daggers at his back.

“Here's your pen!” Roxy screamed, stabbing the pen into Tommy��s shoulder. The drummer yelled, as everyone reacted loudly. Cam dismissed herself into the back of the bus, leaving the fight behind her.

‘Cam, why are you so useless? You can’t fucking do anything right!’ Cam flinched at the memory of Dev’s voice rattling around her brain. She could feel bruises forming from the nonexistent punches that were landing on her face and body. Rocking in the corner, Cam slammed her hands over her ears in a futile attempt to block the sounds from her memory.

‘You’re just a whiny little bitch! Stop crying!’ Cam whimpered again, wrenching her eyes shut, trying to stop the panicked tears from flowing. She heard a door slam and assumed Tommy had locked himself away to avoid anymore of Roxy’s nagging. She felt the floor shake as someone walked over to her, gently placing their hand on her shoulder. Cam jumped and snapped her eyes open, a very blurry Vince kneeling in front of her. With a sob, Cam flew into Vince’s arms, tears leaving black streaks on the singer’s white tank top.

“I’ve got you, Cam. Shh, just relax for me, okay?” Vince held the crying mother tightly against his chest, letting her ride out waves of tears. When she finally calmed down, Cam looked around, not looking for anything in particular.

“I grabbed Gracie because she woke up. When I saw you, I dropped her with Nikki and came back here.” Cam nodded, not caring that she was still in Vince’s lap.

“What happened with Roxy?” Cam whispered, playing with Vince’s fingers that weren’t attached to the hand rubbing her back.

“Do you really wanna know? I don’t want to be the cause of another panic attack,” Vince responded.

“He hit her, didn’t he?” Vince nodded, not meeting Cam’s gaze. The girl took a deep breath and nodded as well, pushing herself out of Vince’s grasp. Cam reached for her purse and pulled a twenty from her wallet, walking out into the common area. Roxy was sitting as far away from the band as she could get in the small confines of the bus, a wet washcloth pressed to her nose. The once white material was saturated with blood, and Cam had to push herself to confront the girl.

“Here,” Cam said, offering the twenty to Tommy’s now ex-fiancée. Roxy gingerly took it, shooting Cam a confused glare. “When we get to the next town, you’re off this bus. We’re nice enough to not leave you in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, but you’re leaving bottom line. This is all I can offer you in terms of getting a cab. You were way out of fucking line, Roxy.”

“Why the fuck do you care? Are you in love with Tommy or something?” Roxy bit back. Cam’s sympathy faded into anger, the mother grabbing Roxy by her dark hair and pulling her up until they were both face to face.

“No, Roxy, I’m not. But his family has done more than enough for me in terms of keeping mine and my fucking daughter’s health and happiness in check. Tommy punched you, boo fucking hoo. I’ve been through worse shit than a simple punch. Woman to woman, I won’t hesitate to finish the fucking job if you don't get off this fucking bus as soon as possible. Now, stay away from me, stay away from my daughter, stay away from the band, and stay the FUCK away from Tommy. Do you understand me?” Roxy whimpered and nodded as best as she could before Cam threw her back into her chair.

When she turned around, she was met with three proud smiles from Vince, Mick, and Nikki and a mesmerized Tommy standing by the bathroom. Cam’s face hardened further as she stomped to Tommy, a smack echoing through the bus for the second time that day.

“Don’t even get me fucking started on you, Tommy Lee!” Cam yelled as best as she could in Tommy’s face, her short stature camouflaging the intensity she harnessed. Tommy cupped his cheek, shock and sadness overflowing in his eyes as he stared at both the women he hurt. Rolling her eyes, Cam left everyone dumbfounded in the common area, six pairs of eyes trailing after her.

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A/N: I TOLD YOU ID GET THIS CHAPTER OUT SOON!!! Anyway, what did you think of this chapter? I guess Cam isn’t as weak as everyone’s made her, huh?

#motley crue imagine #motley crue series #tommy lee x oc #tommy lee imagine #nikki sixx x oc #Vince Neil #Mick Mars

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 5 years

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WHAT A FUN IDEA! I would like to request Oikawa for 7 minutes in heaven and/or Kuroo for spin the bottle! If either of these boys have already been suggested just ignore. I just wanted to add them as a request for this fun prompt. I Look forward to seeing any and all characters requested that you write! As well as any other request because darling you are a phenomenal writer and I adore your writings 💕keep up the great work!

Lol well I did get Kuroo taken care of - I’ll link him below Oikawa’s BUT!!! I haven’t done an Oikawa one yet! You are an absolute delight, love - when I read your request I pretty much smiled all day - I’m so thankful you enjoy my writing

Oikawa Tooru: 7 Minutes in Heaven

Were you lucky? Not in the least.

Were you great at making it seem like lucky chance? Hell yes.

You’d called all your friends over to your place for a party. A friend of yours being Matsukawa, who knew the young man you’d had your eye set on for a while now… Oikawa Tooru. And of course Mattsun knew this, and Makki, and Iwaizumi. Though the latter didn’t really seem to care all that much in who you were interested in as much as the first two, he still helped play wingman when he could.

It was plainly obvious to everyone looking in that you had the biggest, cutest, awkward crush on the one guy that every girl in university had a crush on.

Did you care? Not in the least.

Though your plan had a specific start time you wanted - not until halfway through the game. Not yet. The bottle had already been spun by everyone in the group at least twice. You’d ended up in the closet with Kuroo, who only seemed to throw pun after pun at you, with Tendou, who kept hinting that he’d spill the beans on your crush if you didn’t give him half your lunch after your shared class, and lastly with Suga, who made pleasant conversation with you about the future and what you had planned for it.

Oikawa hadn’t really seemed to notice your being taken away, didn’t really seem to notice anything beyond his teasing Iwaizumi for going into the closet with Kiyoko, a girl who’s WAY out of his league. To say you felt disheartened at the fact would be an understatement. You’d completely deflated by the time the third round had started.

He hadn’t even looked at you. Not once. Were you wrong to find interest in him? Were you really so beneath him that he wouldn’t even acknowledge you?

Mattsun bumped his shoulder against yours, “Stop frowning, your face will get stuck that way.” You pouted up at him, silently showing your cracking heart, but he simply bumped you again. “I think everyone’s getting bored of the game… Plan ‘Trap the King’ is a go.” He winked over at Hanamaki, who, without so much as a warning, grabbed Oikawa’s drink and immediately dumped its contents onto Oikawa’s lap.

An outcry of surprise, Oikawa jumped to his feet, trying to brush off what liquid hadn’t seeped into his pants already, “What the hell, Makki?”

“Whoops.”

Violently blushing as the group laughed at his misfortune, Oikawa huffed angrily, “Now I’ve gotta go clean up, you dick! It’s gonna be all sticky.” Embarrassed, humiliated, his pout quivered in his rapidly draining strength to not let his flustered tears slip past his control.

Guilt immediately overtook your heart. You didn’t want him to cry. You hadn’t meant to completely humiliate him in front of his closest friends…. Was it possible to deflate a second time? You curled into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest and staring at the bottle with a blank expression. You’d done this. All because you were too scared to just tell him to his face how you felt.

While he’d quickly escaped to the bathroom to clean himself up, Hanamaki smirked as he went to work. Flipping the cup over, he taped a flat magnet to its center - so it didn’t tilt when set on his base. Then he grabbed the bottle, hooking a paperclip into the lip of the bottle and spinning it. The magnet wasn’t strong enough for the paperclip to immediately be drawn to the cup, but the spin of the bottle was a bit slower, and where it would have continued it’s path would stop and point directly at Oikawa’s cup.

“Plan ‘Trap the King’, phase ‘Plant the Attraction’ completed.” Hanamaki responded around what you could only understand as his attempt at a walkie talkie’s feedback static.

“I don’t feel good about you do-“

Mattsukawa nudged you a bit harder than you expected, making you cut off mid admonishment and slightly lose hold of your legs. “Shush, this is gonna help. Give it to him.”

You frowned as you held the liter of Oikawa’s favorite soda in your hands…”You guys are really pushing for this, huh?” Now was your turn to blush at how quick they were to help set the stage for you. You’d simply told them you’d wanted to get into the closet with Oikawa… and they’d taken it from there without any further direction from you.

Iwaizumi shrugged noncommittally, though the desperation in his eyes plainly showed what a blessing your interest in his best friend was doing for him. “You dating him is literally giving us all the break we need from babysitting him.”

“As much as he is entertaining, and easy to prank… It’s just too easy sometimes, there’s no chase there anymore.” Kuroo admitted with a rolled lip scowl, Makki nodding in agreement silently as he tried the bottle once more, seeing the same results.

“He’s really annoying.” Was Kiyoko’s deadpan admission, having Suga almost choke on his drink as he went to swallow. Harsh… But true, he’d have to agree.

The bathroom door closed, making you let out a sigh filled with anxiety and fear, everyone who’d been so invested in convincing you further now breaking off into smaller conversations and pretending they hadn’t just been planning or helping. Oikawa entered the living room, a sour scowl on his face as he took his seat, pushing against Hanamaki’s shoulder roughly, “Dick.” He muttered, making the pinket smirk with pride. “Who’s turn is it?” His voice was a bit more… frustrated than you were used to, but you simply raised your hand, “Then go?”

Was this really a good idea? He was obviously in a bad mood now… Did you really want to trick him while he wasn’t… himself? That in itself, you knew, was wrong thinking - since Oikawa now is the same as Oikawa 20 minutes earlier. The changing of his attitude didn’t make him a completely different person, it’s just who he is.

Steeling your nerves, you reached forward and spun the bottle, feeling everyone’s eyes turn to watch the glass clicking against the hardwood floor. You’d tried to spin it with the same force as Hanamaki had for his testing of the trick.

Too late, you remembered the soda Matsun had given you - reaching it out towards Oikawa silently. His light brown eyes easily showed his surprise as he took it from you, but didn’t open it. “What? You going to dump this on me, too?”

Hanamaki smirked still, glancing at the bottle of soda before looking back t Oikawa, “Is that an invitation?”

“Oh…. Oh… OH!” Bokuto called from behind Kuroo, leaning on the tall cats head as he watched the bottle point directly at Oikawa; Who had missed the weird way it’d wavered away from landing on Iwaizumi. “Looks like you’re saved from a soda shower, Tooru.” Oikawa looked at the bottle… Was that a blush you saw? Blinking, the color was gone, and you figured you’d just imagined it.

You didn’t wait, standing from your place and pointing at Matsukawa, “7 Minutes.”

He nodded, “Right, an hour. Gotcha.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to put up a fight, knowing he would keep the right time regardless of his teasing. Oikawa practically stomped to the closet, walking in before you and leaning against the back wall with crossed arms.

Was he angry he got picked by you? Or just embarrassed about the soda spill still? You closed the closet door behind you… finding this closet was much much smaller than you remembered it being. The silence followed almost immediately, and for a split second you forgot how long you’d been in the closet… The weight of the quiet room had you feeling like you’d been in there with him for hours.

“Are you angry wi-“

“I bet you wanted to be in here with someo-“

Both of you stopped, not wanting to interrupt the other, or talk over each other… But both stopping, neither continued. Not until you finished his accusation in your head. “You.. You think I wanted to be in here with someone else?” You couldn’t see his expression, but you could feel his dejection rolling off him in waves. “What gave you that idea?”

He huffed, like a tantrum throwing child, “You didn’t tell Mattsun to keep the time any other time you came in here. Didn’t want to spend too much time with someone who looks like they peed their pants, huh?” Was he serious? Your look of disbelief was having a hard time remaining on your face, a smile wanted to break out - you wanted to laugh just a bit.

“That… That was more for your benefit..” You whispered, piquing his curiosity.

“My benefit?”

You shrugged this time, “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your soiled pants.” He could hear the smirk in your voice, making him whine out in distaste, “Tooru….” You reached forward and found his hand in his crossed arms, pulling it free so you could hold it in both of yours, “I’m sorry… About earlier…”

Oikawa, again, huffed.. though this time it was to brush off your apology, “You didn’t do any-“

“Yes, I did.” Now or never, right? You’d wanted to be in a close space with him, but now it was all ruined because how you’d gone about it. Or rather, how Makki had gone about it. “I… I wanted to….” You sighed tiredly, trying to find the words that just would not come out. He waited. Patiently, it surprised you he hadn’t interrupted with a tease. “I wanted to rig the game so I’d choose you or you’d choose me….”

None of the dots connected in his head, yet. “So what does that have to do with my soda bath?”

A snort came out, unintentionally, and you quickly apologized for its escape. “I… Well… I kind of told Makki and Mattsun… About my wanting to rig the game.” The pieces came together in his head, and he went to take his hand away, but you held it tight, “BUT I didn’t tell them to do that! I would never tell them to embarrass you.” He stopped struggling, “The truth is… I’m too scared to confess anywhere else than a rigged closet game with you.”

“Wait….” Oikawa couldn’t help but smirk, “Makki spilled the soda on me, so you could confess? How does that even work?” Had he just… ignored the fact that you’d confessed?

“Magnets.”

“oh….”

You nodded, holding his hand still in both of yours, “I’m sorry… Really sorry… So instead of this closet being remembered for your rejecting my confession, it’s going to be remembered for my apologizing for a rigged game gone wrong..”

Oikawa smirked as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. No warning. No telltale of his proximity. Nope. Just a quick peck to your forehead before he was pinching your cheek like an old grandmother would, “You’re cute, ______, but you really need to work on your plans more…” Heart hammering in your chest, you leaned your head forward to rest on his chest, embarrassed now in his reaction. “Good thing your amazing boyfriend is going to help you out.”

Reeling back, you stammered in confusion, in shock, “B-bo-boyfriend? I- We- Wait-“ He leaned down and kissed your lips tenderly, but too quick for you to really enjoy the feel, pulling back again.

“I’ll reject your confession, but now you can remember my accepting your heart.”

Simple. Easy. Clean, cut, dry. Done deal.

The doors opened, “Times u- Hey!” You had reached out and pushed Mattsun back, pulling the doors closed once more before wrapping your arms around Oikawa’s neck and bringing your lips to his. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t pause or poke fun at your wanting more time with him. “Alright… Hour it is, then.” You could hear Matsukawa chuckle.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

7 Minutes in Heaven Here

Spin the Bottle Here

Additionally, if you felt either of the above didn’t hit his character - I am 100% open to hearing what you think and if you’d like a request redone! No problemo!

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Secret’s Out

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: my usual, swearing and such, if you don’t like something stop reading lol

Summary: with close friends secrets come out one way or another. this is about the couple times you and Sebastian almost got caught, and the one time you did (sorry I’m bad at summaries)

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Let’s be honest, secret relationships are cliche. Despite this, in your situation it was necessary and honestly quite exciting. As your back hit the bathroom mirror of Elizabeth’s apartment, you were enjoying the excitement. Sebastian’s hand’s were everywhere as your’s were at his shoulders and hair. You two were nearly a month into this relationship and you were loving it. However, there is a bit of an age gap between you guys, so he wanted to keep it a secret for your benefit. It sucked and was a struggle at first, but you completely understood and soon got used to it. After a while it got fun to mess with each other in public. Hence why you were in a the bathroom. You wore the top you knew he loved and made sure to be a little more flirty than usual, but still being discrete. Your perfume lingered in the air and he eventually couldn’t take it. He walked off while you talked and then your phone chimed for you to come to the bathroom.

Breathlessly you spoke to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this in here any you know it. Someone could hear or walk in.”

“Come on that’s never stopped us before. And they are all occupied. We will be out before they even notice.” While he spoke his lips never left your neck. He groaned when you pulled back and lightly pushed him away.

“We can continue this tonight back at your place. I don’t want to push our luck. Not to mention Mackie I feel has been getting suspicious.” Hopping down you fixed your clothes and hair. He watched you and looked at you as if you said that pigs could fly.

“That man has no clue. For one of my best friends, he is an idiot about my dating life. Sweetheart if I thought he was onto us and blab his mouth I’d tell you. Now let’s go. Whatever food is being served smells fantastic.” He opened the door and checked if anyone was nearby. When the coast was clear he shoved you out and smacked your ass. You glared and he just winked. Soon you walked back.

Liz looked at you both. “Where did you guys go off to?”

At the same time you said bathroom and he said taking a phone call. Everyone went about their business and you all hung out. It wasn’t until Mackie spoke that you got nervous for a second.

“Um what do we have here? Does young Y/N have a hickey?” You tried not to blush or look at your boyfriend.

“No idea what you’re talking about dude. And I’m 23, not that young.” Pushing your hair over your neck you sipped your drink. In your head you were setting Sebastian, who was silent across the room, on fire.

Mackie and the others laughed lightly and he spoke about it one more time. “Shucks you’re blushing. Well next time you get lucky, grab a cold spoon or some makeup after so I don’t have a fun time and embarrass you.”

Getting home you made sure to give him shit for the hickey, return the favor, and making sure all hickeys were in hidden places.

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While out for drinks with Chris Pratt, Scarlett, and a couple other mutual friends you didn’t totally know, you enjoyed the down time. Chis and Sebastian were across from you and Scarlett. You and your man had been texting each other all flirty like the whole time. Now that everyone was a few drinks in things were relaxed and fun. Conversation flowed easily. Deciding to have some fun, you tried to nudge Sebastian’s foot with your own. Nothing happened in response. Trying to gain his attention, you casually ate a french fry while grazing his ankle. Still nothing. He didn’t even text you or look your way.

“Umm Y/N is that your foot?” Chris looked at you and you nearly joked on your fry.

Looking to him you tried to play it off. “God I thought my foot was hitting a leg of the table or a chair or something. I am so sorry. My foot itched and I didn’t realize that was you.” Hopefully you sounded as convincing as you thought you did. Sebastian just lightly smirked down while sipping his whiskey. Luckily Chris brushed it off and you didn’t catch a friend next to Scarlett looking between you and Sebastian. The feel of your phone vibrating on the table made you look away from the others.

‘Nice one babe lol real smooth’

‘Shut the fuck up.. i thought it was you!’

‘Well shit id hope so. Next time go up Scarlett’s leg, itd be hotter ;)’

He knew you wouldn’t respond. You stifled a laugh and tried to remain casual. You also knew he would enjoy using this against you for quite a while.

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It was around midnight. You and Sebastian were in his hotel room at the nice place Marvel set up for press events. The two of you were enjoying each other’s company, in an intimate manner to say the least. It was round three of an intense night. Being caught up in the moment, neither of you realized that maybe you were being louder than you should have been for someone in a secret relationship. Robert and Dave were coming back from a late night gym session. They slowed down a little upon hearing the noises.

“I didn’t know Sea Bass brought someone back?” RDJ thought aloud as they kept walking. Things didn’t go further til the morning.

Pom walked up to you, “Hey I went by your room last night to return your leggings, but you weren’t there. Where’d you run off to last night?”

“Hey maybe Y/N was who we heard with Stan last night. Ha sounds like a good time was happening there.” Robert was joking, and the playful glint in his eyes was prominent behind his rose shades.

Eyes went to both of you, next to each other and you leaning on his shoulder. Removing your arm you blushed, but Sebastian remained calm.

“I ran into an old friend last night and we ended up back at my place. Thanks for the praise though.” He laughed as he spoke. He was so convincing you would have believed him if you weren’t the one with him last night.

“Congrats, you got laid. But to answer your question Pom-pom, my mom called me late last night and I took the call on the balcony. I must not have heard you knock. Sorry darlin..” You gave her an apologetic smile. She returned it and you thanked God the day went on normally.

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“You look hot as hell in that outfit babe.” Suddenly, the greenroom you were given for Jimmy Kimmel was quite hot.

Smirking, you turned and threaded your fingers though his hair. “Babe if you like this you should see what’s underneath. Got something new on.”

He groaned a little bit and you kissed him. “You aren’t doing anything after this right? No? Thank the lord. Keeping the outfit on, I am going to order us food from that pizza place you like, then we will see how it and what's underneath looks on my floor.”

“God you and your cheesy lines. But make it your bathroom floor, add a steamy bath, and you got yourself a deal old man.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?” He smiled down at you and leaned down to kiss you. Meeting him in the middle, you smiled into the kiss. Next thing you knew, you both were making out in the greenroom.

The door suddenly opened. “Y/N come watch the monologue- OH SHIT I KNEW IT!” Pratt’s face was like he discovered oil. “I knew it I knew it!”

“Tell the public and you’re dead.” Your words were stern. “The others will probably know seconds from now so fuck it. We can at least stop being secret with our friends and stuff right?” You looked to the man who still had his arms around you. He nodded and shrugged, going along with it.

“Makes hanging out a lot easier.”

“So Y/N was who you were with when Dave and Robert heard you? Niiiiceeee.” While walking out the door, the two of you smacked him to shut it. The secret was out, you could do things together now, like smacking your friend for being a dumb ass.

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returntoinocense · 5 years

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The way you make me feel

Penny Haywood x Slytherin fem!mc warnings: none word count: 3315 Part 1 Part 2 A/N: No beta we post our drafts like men, my mental health is taking a toll on me please don’t hate me D: I didn’t want to leave you hanging and it was getting a little too long for my taste so I’m posting the end in two parts.

Also big thanks to @dratin-dragonadetinta96 for putting up with my bullshit.

Finally the day to go back home for the holidays has come. The platform was crowded with students. You were really excited and nervous but mostly nervous. Penny’s parents agreed to let her go to your family’s Christmas party; your relationship with her was no secret to her parents and they were really happy for the both of you.

Penny was going to stay at the manor for at least three days, the rest she was going to spend it with her family.

You communicated your parents that you were bringing a friend with you for the party so you wouldn’t get bored like most years, and they accepted without much discussion. It was surprising to say the least, but it couldn’t make you happier that they agreed. It was the first time that you brought someone over that wasn’t Rowan, though something quite unpleasant settled at the pit of your stomach.

You were going over every possible scenario in your head while idly going over your luggage, when a hand on your shoulder distracted you; turning around you notice Rowan softly smiling at you.

“Hey… what’s got you so troubled, you look ghostly?” Rowan asked worry plastered on her face. You look at her giving a sad smile.

“I’m just a little stressed that’s all, nothing to worry about” you said dismissing your friend’s worry who just crossed her arms and looked at you incredulous. You sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping a little and finally, spoke your mind.

“I’ve been analyzing every possible scenario of how my parents could react once they realize what’s been happening and honestly, I don’t see a lot of good outcomes” you look at her a little defeated and continue “all I can hope for is that they won’t do anything drastic, I don’t care what happens to me I’m more worried about Penny”

Rowan hugged you tightly and without letting you go they said “Everything will work out just fine, you’ll see. Even though your parents are a little bit fanatics they still love you, I know that they’ll want you to be happy” she rubs soothing circles on your back. You relax on her embrace and hug her back before gently pulling back to look at her.

“Thank you Rowan, I can always count on you to make me feel better” you smile noticing Penny, Tonks, Tulip, Barnaby and Charlie walking towards you.

“You weren’t leaving without me were you?” Penny said nudging your side and kissing your cheek.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Pens” you said smiling and sliding your arm on her waist pulling her closer. Rowan and the rest smiled at both of you.

“Are you all going home for the holidays?” you asked curiously, surprised that you didn’t ask sooner.

“Tonks and I are staying; we’ve got some mischief to do” Tulip first answered pulling Tonks closer to her and winking. “We are probably going to get into a lot of trouble. But I can’t pass another opportunity to mess with Flitch” Tonks continued, giggling.

You shake your head at them smiling, wishing that you could see what they were preparing for that poor man, not that you liked him but you could only pity him, after all being the target of those pranks couldn’t be the best thing in the world.

“Well guess it’s going to be fun for you guys, you better write about it, I really need to know how it goes” Penny says giggling.

“Yeah don’t have too much fun without us” Charlie said suddenly looking at you with his eyes wide open “Oh! I almost forgot” he pulled a little package from his satchel an gave it to you “Mom wanted me to give you these, they are matching mittens, for both of you” he smiled “and she also said that you are always welcome at the burrow if you ever need a place to stay or if you just want to visit” the last part was directed at you, specifically, and you knew it, you smiled and hugged him, Penny joining in a second later.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to write” you said enthusiastically “Are you joining us in the train? You asked hopeful.

“Oh…no” he said sadly “I’m going to be with my brother Percy and there are already three of you in that compartment”

“Oh that’s alright” Penny said a little sad “what about you Barnaby? Are you joining us?” he was looking around kind of lost but quite fixated on Rowan, noticing the attention turning to him he straighten up and looked at Penny.

“Yeah sure” he said smiling and scratching the back of his neck “I’d love to”

“Perfect, now that that’s settled why don’t we start getting on board, I’m getting a little anxious of just standing around” it came out a little ruder than you intended which got you a few strange looks. You shrugged “Sorry I’m a little on edge” at that Penny held your hand and smiled at you.

“It’s going to be fine, don’t worry” you nodded and squeezed her hand a little.

You said your goodbyes and boarded the train finding your compartment and just throwing your backpack in there sort of to claim it and flopped down on the seat. Barnaby, Rowan and Penny followed close behind. Penny tapped your legs from the seat and sat close to you a smile on her face.

“I can’t believe we are spending Christmas together as a couple” she said grabbing your arm and shaking it a little.

“Yeah I hope you like my house, we are also going to see Barnaby at the party right?” you look at him and Rowan “You know you can bring anyone you want with you as your date or friend I don’t know…” you said know full well that he fancied Rowan.

“So anyone I want huh?” he said side eying Rowan and blushing a little “It’s going to be fun, will you go with me Rowan?”

It amused you how much Rowan got flustered at the sudden invitation; you looked at Penny in complicity and grinned.

Rowan fixed her glasses and looked down blushing “I… uh y-yes” she composed herself and spoke surer of herself “Yes, I’d love to” she smiled at him and then made a face at you and Penny, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Awn that’s so cute” you said snuggling with Penny “Finally, after so many years, it’s gonna be a fun Christmas” you said with a sad smile, wishing Jacob was there to share it with him, the discomfort coming back to you a little. But even though you still haven’t found him, you gained a lot of friends that feel as if they were your siblings specially Rowan, she was your best friend, and seeing her getting flustered and with that stupid grin on her face after Barnaby asked her out, made your current uneasiness all the more bearable it.

***

The rest of the trip you enjoyed some treats from the trolley and sat in comfortable silence watching how Barnaby fell asleep on Rowan’s shoulder. He shook awake as the train stopped at King’s Cross. Penny said her parents were going to wait for you at the station to pick up Beatrice and to greet both of you; after all they wanted to meet the person that Penny speaks so highly of.

Penny and you parted ways with Rowan and Barnaby shortly after getting your luggage.

To say you felt nervous was an understatement, you were sweating and your mouth was dry like the desert. Penny was pulling you by the hand evading the people on the platform to where her parents were. “Relax you big dork they are gonna love you” she said noticing your stiffness. “it’s not like you are gonna have dinner with them or something” she said with a smile and suddenly you remembered that she must be feeling them same nervousness as you are but multiplied since she’s gonna spend a few days in your house.

You stood still as Penny greeted her parents with a hug; you looked at her lovingly when she turned around and extended her hand to you.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/LN, my girlfriend” she said with the most beautiful and proud smile you’ve ever seen, kind of like the one she makes when nailing a potion but brighter. You took her hand and slowly but surely got closer and nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope you don’t mind me stealing your daughter this Christmas” immediately after saying that you felt awkward. Mr. Haywood crossed his arms glaring at you and making you feel small for a second before he embraces you in a tight hug, lifting you from the ground and laughing a little.

“Ha-ha! I like you kid, though it makes me sad that we won’t spend Christmas together. I’m glad that I can see her smiling like that again” he put you down carefully as Mrs. Haywood approached and hugged you briefly smiling. You sighed in relief and smiled back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t extend the invitation for the whole family” you look down “but I’m afraid my parents don’t know about the actual state of our relationship and well they can be a little…” you looked at them apologetically “intolerant…” The Haywood’s looked at each other and nodded, Mrs. Haywood leaned in.

“Well dear, you are always welcome at our home” she put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and grinned. “I know it’s early but here’s your Christmas gift and yours too hunny” she handed you and Penny one package each. “Don’t open until Christmas” Mr. Haywood leaned on your ear and whispered “Seriously don’t open it”. Beatrice soon joined the scene hugging her parents and then Penny. She looked at you and walked close looking at you with her head held high point her finger at you.

“This is the first time I’m spending Christmas without my sister, you better take care of her or else” she glared at you and walked back to her parents who giggled. Penny shook her head and grabbed your hand. You smiled at her as you felt something pull at your coat, looking down you notice your house elf, Solry with an inpatient look on his face.

“Master Y/LN, you are thirty minutes behind schedule” raising your eyebrows you looked at your watch and then at Penny’s parents apologetically.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry, time just went by so quickly, I’m afraid we have to go my parents don’t appreciate delays” you shrunk yours and Penny’s luggage with reducio saving it in your backpack. “it’s been a pleasure meeting you, expect mail from us, we have a long way to Gales” you waved them goodbye and waited for Penny to say her goodbyes then pulled her by the hand following the house elf to wherever place your father decided to put the portkey. You look at Penny a little worried.

“Have you ever travelled by portkey?”

“Uh… not really, why?”

“Well you could experience nausea and dizziness. Oh and we have to grab it at the same time, just a heads up” you smiled as you arrived at the location and the elf pointed at a serpent statue, of course, you thought. You looked at Penny and signaled her to touch it without letting go of her hand.

A few moments later you arrived at a field near a cliff falling onto your back, Penny almost falling on top of you. Slowly you got up and cleared the dust from your clothes extending a hand to Penny who takes it a little disoriented.

“Are you okay?” you ask noticing her sudden pale face.

“Ugh…I think I left my stomach in London” she said clinging to your hand and placing her free hand on her mouth. A second later she let go of your hand to support he weight on her knees. You looked at her with a little pity.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it takes some time to get used to, I use it all the time and I still can’t get the landing right” you scratched the back of your head nervously then rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“I’m alright, I’m alright” she said as she looked up at you “Where are we?”

“Oh, we are on Y/LN manor grounds” you pointed to the big manor down the hill “it’s a small island, my father used a concealment charm to avoid muggles running into our house, or so he says, so we don’t have neighbors but I do like to sneak out to the small fishing village up north” you said with a fond smile.

“Oh alright… I … uh suddenly don’t feel like this was such a good idea” she said with a hint of fear on her voice.

“Well, we are already here and whatever happens, happens I guess…” you locked eyes with her “just know that I don’t regret being with you. With you I feel like I can overcome anything, no matter what it is and that I will always support you” Penny hugged you tightly.

“Thank you, Y/N, we can do this” you hugged her back and she kissed your lips “we should get going, we are already late aren’t we?” you kissed back and looked at Solry tapping his foot on the ground waiting for you to get going.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, it’s not the first time I’m late” you told him “if I could appear there at will I would of done that” the elf glares at you and banishes, you giggle and start walking towards the mansion with Penny close behind.

The manor looked centuries old, it rose from the ground as a proud example of the people that lived there, stoic yet vehement with a superiority air to it. Two Hungarian horntail dragon statues sat at each side of the main gate that opened for you as you got close to it. Penny looked at you as if questioning the choice for that particular decoration. You felt her gaze on you and shrugged looking straight ahead where both your parents stood, waiting at the door.

“Father is Hungarian” she looked at you suspiciously but said nothing as she noticed how tense you were.

“Y/N, Miss Haywood, I presume?” your father’s thick Hungarian accent greeted you both as he extended his hand to Penny, which she shook nervously.

“You can call me Penny… if you’d like” she said with a shy smile. Your father only nodded and gestured inside as he took a step back.

“You must be freezing and tired” your mother started “please, come inside there’s tea and biscuits” she said eagerly as she took Penny gently by the shoulder to guide her inside. “We can discuss sleeping arrangements and...” she looked at Penny who was wearing mainly muggle clothes “appropriate attire over tea” she looked down at her clothes, then at you mouthing what’s wrong with it? You just shook your head and shrugged.

***

“When you said you lived in a manor I didn’t think it was going to be…” Penny said gesturing vaguely at the room she was going to stay in, while she unpacked her belongings “…this. Your dad is scary. Your mom seems nice though”

“Even after judging you by how you were dressed? Even after the face she made when you told her you are half-blood?” you crossed your arms.

“Well, awkward conversation aside, I have a good feeling about her” she smiled, left all her stuff on the bed and crossed the distance to kiss your cheek “Will you be a dear and help me?” you blushed and nodded.

“We can do a little tour before dinner if you’d like” you held both of Penny’s hands and leaned in a little waiting for Penny to kiss you. But you were interrupted by the door flinging open. You instantly put a respectful distance between you and Penny, as your mother stood by the door frame with a surprised look on her face. Clearing her throat she began.

“If you girls are ready we are going to have dinner earlier so we can begin preparations early in the morning” she looked at both of you with suspicion. You looked at each other and nodded. “And Penny dear, I brought you some appropriate clothing; I believe they are you size” you grabbed the clothes with annoyance and Penny gently took them from you before you could say anything.

“Thank you Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll be right there” she smiled at your mother as she closed the door.

“Ugh, she has no right to tell you how to dress” you said throwing your hands in the air in frustration “you look just fine like that” you looked at her apologetically.

“It’s okay I can handle it, it’s just clothes” she said with a sad smile.

“You shouldn’t have to” you sighed and hugged her tightly and she hugged you back.

“Let’s not keep them waiting”

***

The next morning, you went straight to Penny’s room, getting in without knocking, in hopes to wake her up for breakfast, little did you know she was just out of the shower with only a towel covering her.

“Oh…” she said wide eyed as she threw a pillow at your face “Are you an animal!?” she yelled blushing and pulling the blanket from her bed towards herself “why don’t you knock?” you covered your eyes and turn around.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to… I wanted to surprise you” your face turned beet read and you couldn’t move.

“You damn well did, close the door at least you big dork!” she sighed as you closed the door “I’m changing in the bathroom” you heard the door to the bathroom close a little too violently and sighed cursing yourself for being so careless. Turning around you picked up the pillow, walked towards the bed, setting the pillow at the head and sitting waiting for Penny to come out.

“Pens…” you started, fidgeting with your fingers “I didn’t mean to startle you”

“I know” came her voice through the door “I’m just a little on edge, I had a nightmare” her voice didn’t sound convinced.

“You wanna talk about it?” something told you she wasn’t entirely honest, your mother’s words probably affected her more than she let on.

“Not at the moment, I just want to move on and have some breakfast, I’m starving” at that the door opened and she was dressed with her normal clothes and hair still a little damp. You smiled at her, getting up from the bed and kissing her lips.

“Breakfast is served, mother is nowhere to be seen and father left early in the morning”

“Well that’s a relief, we can breathe a little, but… we need to tell them at some point you know?” she looked down and held your hand.

“Yes, I know” you sighed “let’s just… let’s eat first and get ready for the day, mother said someone was coming over later today”

As you got downstairs, you heard the double doors open, Solry was greeting two hooded figures that soon became clear who they were, Merula and someone you assumed was her caretaker. What is she doing here? You thought, but you knew better than to make a scene.

“You are early…” you told her. Penny stopped next to you, letting go of your hand and keeping her hands to herself, at which she smiled wickedly.

“Ah, looks like I just made it for breakfast” she said with a sarcastic tone “Your mother was very nice to arrange my trip here, we get along pretty well” she winked and you crossed your arms.

“Yeah… it looks like it” you sighed and guided her towards the dining room.

#penny haywood x mc #hphm #penny haywood x reader #hogwarts mystery #wlw #100% best friend rowan #barnaby x rowan

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Thirty, Flirty and Thriving

"Are you ready to go?" I asked my best friend, Kelly. We were going to the club to celebrate her birthday. She didn't know that I had set up our other friends and Brad, the guy she had been dating to meet us there as a surprise. We both got all dressed up in knee length flowy dresses. Hers was blue and strapless while mine was a purple halter, both hugging our curves at the top. We had spent the day at the spa getting out nails and make up done. I left my hair down in loose waves, and she had a cute updo.

"Phone, wallet, keys. Yep I'm good to go!" She said, checking her brown crossbody purse. "I'm so excited, thank you for taking me out. I know you usually like the quieter settings but, I only turn 30 once! We can do whatever you want when your birthday comes!" She was right, I did typically like to stay in or go to a quiet dinner versus the club.

"I haven't been out in so long, maybe I'll enjoy myself." I shrugged.

"Yes! Think positive! And who knows, maybe you'll find a new love interest.." She teased as we headed toward the Uber. "Hannah, Its time to forget old whats his name and move on! He was a loser, we're women now and you need to find a real man! Who cares if you're saving yourself for Mr. right? He should have respected you." I agreed with her although I had only left my ex just a few short months ago. I wasn't sure I was ready but I would find that out tonight!

We arrived at the club a little earlier than planned. I had been texting with Brad to make sure everyone was there and ready for us. He told me we could find them in the side corner on the black couches near the smoking balcony. We climbed the metal stairs and handed our IDs to the bouncer who greeted us at the top. He wrapped a bright pink paper wristband around our right wrists that said Over 21 around it. I payed for the both of us to get in seeing as it was her birthday. The club was dark, everything was black..the carpet, the walls, the dance floor, even the couches were a black leather. Thin colorful bright lights moved around the dance floor, along with a giant strobe light.

"Drinks!" Kelly yelled over the loud thumping dance music, pulling me towards the bar. "I'll order, what do you want?"

"Something fruity." I hated the taste of most alcohol, so whatever I was having needed to have some flavor.

"I'll have a Blue Hawiian, and my friend will have a Sex On The Beach please!" I handed the bartender some cash and left a tip on the bar. A guy came up next to me and leaned his arms over the edge of the bar waiting for one of the bartenders to take his order.

"Hi.." he said looking at me before the other bartender interrupted our stare. Kelly nudged me on the other side, she must have noticed that I was checking him out. A few moments later the bartender returned with a bright blue drink and a peach colored drink and handed them to us.

"Thank you!" We took a step back from the bar when she whispered "now he was cute.." in my ear.

"Ew no! Maybe you're into the dirty, grungy look, but I am certainly not!" I said, shaking my head and taking a sip of my drink. "This is good! What is it?"

"Not the bartender! Mr. Mystery man that came up next to you." She was right, Mystery Man was cute! He had dark short curly hair, with the sides shaved. His eyes were deep, a blue-green color. He wore nice black pants with shiny dress shoes, and a dark green button down shirt.

"Oh him? I mean I don't know..I guess he was. Really what is this I'm drinking?" I tried to change the subject.

"Don't you act like you didn't notice him. He was so looking you up and down! It's a sex on the Beach." She said, gesturing to the dance floor.

"A sex on the what? You know what, never mind. Follow me!" I blushed, and grabbed her hand and headed toward the balcony door.

"Surprise!!" All our friends yelled, and she nudged my side again. "Happy Birthday!!"

"Aww guys!! Thank you!! This was the best surprise!!" She said excitedly, going over to hug Brad. "Now who's up for some dancing!?" She had her drink in one hand and pulled me out to the dance floor with the other.

After dancing for five or so songs it was getting really hot inside. "Lets go get some air!" I suggested. Kelly downed the rest of her now second cocktail and placed the empty glass on a random table.

"Mirror check first?" Kelly asked. "I'm sweating so much I want to make sure my make up isn't running!" I reassured her that it wasn't but she still insisted on going to look for herself. "I guess I might as well pee while I'm in here." She went in the stall as I studied myself in the full length mirror. "You know Mr. Mystery man was watching you out there. In fact I don't think I saw him take his eyes off of you for a second."

"Really?" I asked, as she came out to wash her hands. She smirked and nodded at me. I tried to hide my smile.. "I might as well go too.." going into the stall.

"You should totally go for him. He looks really into you!"

"Kell, really..no! I'm here for you tonight!" I came out and washed my hands. Mr. Mystery was really cute, but I still don't know if I'm ready to put myself back out there yet. We weaved back through all the people to the balcony. "Ahh so much cooler out here! I'm pretty sure if I didn't get out here soon I would have passed out!" Kelly nudged me and nodded her head toward the side corner by the benches.

"Don't look now.." Kelly began to say but I was already commited to turning around to see what she was talking about. I turned around completely and my eyes instantly met his as he took a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled through hes nose and smiled toward me. I quickly turned back to Kelly. "I told you not to look!" She teased. He was leaning his shoulders against the metal fence that enclosed the balcony surrounded by a few other guys.

"Oh my god, why would you do that to me?" I buried my face in my hands. "He's going to think I'm into him!"

"Well, if you aren't, you should be. He's hot Aria.." Kelly said, shaking her head at me. Mr. Mystery and his buddies put out their cigarettes in the ash trays and walked toward the door to go back inside. As he walked behind me I felt him brush up against my backside, knowing there was plenty of room that he didn't have to touch me. I turned my head to the left involuntarily and eyed him up and down. He turned back at me and with puckered lips he winked at me. He wasn't paying any attention to where he was walking when he turned around and walked right into the closed glass door. A swarm of younger girls ran to him to ask his he was alright. His face turned red as he lifted his hand and rubbed his forehead. Opening the door, he went back inside without turning back to me again.

"Oh my god, Kelly did you just see that? I feel so bad! Should I go find him and make sure hes okay? He hit that door pretty hard!" I finally finished my first drink, leaving my empty glass on the ground by the wall with a bunch of other empty glasses.

"You probably should, want me to go with you?" She asked, leading the way back inside. "I love this song! Come dance first!"

"I need another drink, I'll be right be back. Meet you on the dance floor! What was that drink again?"

"Sex on the beach!" She yelled back over the loud music. I made my way though the people to the horseshoe shaped bar this time. I leaned my elbows on the bar and grabbed some cash out of my wallet. The bartenders were running around making drinks for other impatient customers. Alcohol splashing on the floor as they poured each new drink. I patiently waited, scanning the bar for other drink ideas. Thats when my eyes met Mr. Mystery mans eyes, he was perched up in a stool at one of the high tables in the back secluded. He looked back and quickly looked away, almost embarrassed. I left my spot at the bar and walked over to his table.

"Hey are you alright? That was a pretty hard hit!" I hoisted myself up onto the stool next to him. He looked at me confusingly.

"Um, do I know you?" He asked, sounding completely serious.

"I'm, well, no, but.." I started to say but he cut me off.

"My head hurts real bad. I don't really know whats happening." He said slowly, putting his head down on the table.

"You walked into a door pretty hard, do you need me to go find you some help?" Now I was starting to get really concerned. Was it the alcohol he was drinking or did he hit the door much harder than I had thought?

"Everything is spinning.." he lifted his head off the table and began swaying side to side, circling his head until he landed on my shoulder. His eyelids fluttering shut.

"Oh my god! Someone help! Please!" I began trying to yell over the loud music to get someones attention but it didn't seem to work." No one was close enough to hear me. He sat up quick and looked at me.

"Gotcha! I'm fine!!" He teased, patting my back. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"You scared me half to death!" I flicked my wrist hitting him in the stomach.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist." He chuckled. "The names Rami, and yours?" I narrowed my eyes towards him not sure if I wanted to tell him.

"I need another drink." I finally said after a few moments. I jumped down off of the stool I had been sitting on.

"Hmm, so thats how you're going to be.." he started to say when I heard Kelly near the bar.

"I found her Brad!" She yelled back behind her as she walked up to us. "There you are! I was getting worried! But it looks like you're in good hands."

"Rami, this is Kelly, my best friend. We're here for her 30th birthday." He stood up, stretching his arm out to shake her hand.

"You can tell me her name but not your own? I see how it is.." he smirked. "Its nice to meet you Kelly, Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you.." Kelly shook his hand while giving me a puzzled look.

"Yeah, well maybe if you hadn't led me on that you were about to pass out I would have told ya." I linked arms wth Kelly "Come on, I really need another drink!"

"You like him.." Kelly said as we walked back towards the bar. Shr turned around to look back at him. "He's totally watching you walk away from him."

"Maybe? I mean I don't know. He's got a sense of humor thats for sure." We leaned up against the horseshoe shaped bar again. "I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Take things as it comes. Don't be afraid to tell him things you aren't ready for. Be honest with him." Kelly reassured me that not all guys are jerks like my ex was.

"Sex on the beach please" I said to the bartender "You want another drink?" I asked Kelly.

"Nah not right now. I will take a water though."

"Thank you!" I grabbed my drink and we headed back to the dance floor.

"Hey wait up!" Rami yelled from his table. "Kelly can I ask you something?" He looked at me waiting until I walked away from them.

"I guess I'll go dance with Brad and the others.." I rolled my eyes and walked toward the our friends and waited until Kelly came back. "What was that about?" I asked her.

"He asked if I had a cigarette that I could give him." I furrowed my eyebrows at her knowing that wasn't the truth as he had just walked out the balcony door alone taking one out of his pocket.

A few songs later I felt a body come up close behind me. Kelly smiled at me and mouthed 'just go with it.' A pair of strong yet gentle hands grabbed my hips as he moved up closer to me. He pressed his hips up to me and he began swaying to match my dancing. I felt his warm breath behind my ear.

"I've been waiting all night for this chance, Aria." The sound of his deep raspy voice made me shiver. I looked back at Kelly, narrowing my eyes. He didnt ask her for a cigarette, he was asking for my name. Kelly shrugged and smirked, knowing I knew the truth now. I placed my empty hand on his to steady our rhythm. His hands were cool to the touch after he had just come back inside. The smell of his last cigarette in his breath. I liked the feeling of him right up against me. The song ended and he excused himself to the bar. "I'll be right back." he assured.

"You go Aria!" Kelly exclaimed once Rami was no where near to hear. I bit my lip and walked my empty glass to a table. I returned a second later and Kelly grabbed my hand to dance. She stumbled a little, twirling me around her body to dance close behind her. I grabbed her left side and pulled her in close, mimicing Ramis sways when he was the one behind me. Thats when Rami returned with a beer and a cocktail in his hands. I looked at him, biting my lip as I teasingly grinded with Kelly.

"Do they always dance like this?" He nudged Brad, eyeing me. "Its hot!"

"Oh yeah, dude. Sometimes I get a bit jealous." Brad teased, taking Kelly back to dance with him.

"Here, I noticed you were running low.." Rami said, handing me another drink. I don't know if I can handle a third drink. This is the first time I've been out drinking in the longest time.

"Thank you." I took a small sip and began swaying my hips to the beat of the music again. "Ooh I think I need a minute." I handed my drink to Kelly and held my head, telling her I needed some water. Rami took my hand and walked me outside and sat me on a bench. He took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it.

"You okay?" He was concerned, rubbing my shoulder.

"I just need a minute." I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. He rubbed his thumb on the back of my shoulder. A few moments past when Kelly came out with a plastic cup of ice water.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I will be. Just need some water thats all. Don't worry about me Kel, go back in and enjoy your birthday, we'll be in soon." I reassured her. She looked at Rami and he gave her a nod letting her know he will keep an eye on me. "I'm sorry Rami, its just I haven't been out drinking in so long, I might have over done it. But I am starting to feel a bit better." He turned to face me.

"Don't you dare appologize. I shouldn't have gotten you that drink."

"It was a kind gesture. I appreciate it I do." I explained. "I'm good, lets go dance?" He put out his cigarette and took my hand, leading me back to the dance floor. It was last call, so that meant we only had a few songs left to dance. Before I know it hes pressing his hips back up to me and I was loving it.

"It was nice meeting you Aria." He winked and we exchanged numbers on our way out of the club. "Hope you enjoyed your birthday Kelly!"

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sheepsandcattle · 5 years

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Chapter 8

In England, there were clubs so small but so class they had to build upwards to accommodate more people. They were so grim it’d stick your shoes to the floor and your drink to any given surface you chose to set it down on.

He misses being able to go to places like that, where he’d walk about the gaff like he owned the place because apparently his reputation preceded him and everyone was everyone’s best mate.

There’s really no excuse to decline another night out with Jeff and Dean. He has a fake ID and nowt better to do and he’s not sure what’s been putting him off the idea of going to a club instead of another shit house party -- other than the fact that Jules says it’s a shit place. Jules also says Leisure is a shit album though, so sod what he thinks.

Turns out Jeff knows the guy on the door and the two of them get in without needing IDs anyway. The place isn’t nearly as bad as Jules had sold it; a three-story building playing some synth-rock that he swears he recognises, full of groups talking among themselves around the edges and dancing in the centre. Feels familiar.

Jeff says he’s missed him as they lean against the bar and enjoy their second beer -- but fourth drink because they both did two shots each just to get them started. They get just barely buzzed, his tolerance improved now, but his friend says, “let's take it easy tonight,” which he knows is code for ‘let's stick to alcohol and nothing more,’ so he agrees easily.

Jordan seems to come out of nowhere, hugging Jeff when he spots him, then nodding when he sees Curly, clearing his throat like he’s embarrassed to have been caught embracing his friend. He says, “Curly, hey,” and squeezes his shoulder after straightening himself back out, then shoves his mate for good measure.

Everyone seems to know Jordan, a few greeting Jeff too as they make a path towards the bar on the terrace - Jordan says the service is quicker up there. The blond gets stopped a few more times on their way up and Curly realises eventually that he works here. Most people seem happy to see him on this side of the bar for once.

By the time Jordan’s got a round in for the three of them, a few more people have tagged along and about a dozen of them huddle around two small, circular tables on the roof, dragging chairs over to speak in cliques within the group.

Jeff sits beside Curly and the two of them get lost in their own conversation for a while as Jordan claims one of the spaces opposite but is too distracted by the people that gather to chat with him. Jeff’s easy-going and jumps between conversations, but Curls doesn’t mind observing for a while, overwhelmed by all of the new faces.

Jordan gets called on every so often from across the outdoor space, just by someone who wants to say hi; make themselves known. He doesn’t get up for anyone though, giving handshake-hugs from his seat and returning to the conversation among those at the table quickly after each exchange. He doesn’t say much to anyone, Curly notes, instead he hums and nods as people talk at him - except Jeff, that is, and it feels like they have some good history as they mock each other with a certain fondness that reminds Curly of his friends back home.

Curly’s not used to seeing Jeff in a different circle, but he’s not as passive here as he was around Jules, Oscar and Dean. He pulls Curly into his conversations so easily, just to keep him involved with the new group, and by the time Dean joins them, taking the seat Jeff has saved beside Jordan, Curly is comfortable and laughing more than he has in ages with people he barely even knows.

There’s a certain point where Jeff and Dean get caught up in a conversation of their own and the man drifts off, running his fingertips through puddles of beer and drawing wet lines on the table.

“You should hang out with us more.” He doesn’t realise who says it at first, but when he looks up, Jordan is leaning back in his seat and he looks like he’s been thinking on it for a while. “They’re always tryna get you out, huh? What, you too cool for us?”

“Summet like that,” he says, and he’s still trying to place that accent. The man’s bland expression and idle posture shouldn’t leave him feeling comfortable like it is. Curly props an elbow on the table and rests his chin in his palm, his mouth half-covered by curled knuckles as he mumbles, “I’ve just got loads going on. Things to sort out and all that.”

Jordan scoffs and follows it with a solemn nod - waves a hand vaguely. “Message received.”

He’s misconstrued it but he doesn’t look all that hurt, still watching him expectantly, head bowed just slightly as he's slouched in his seat, temple pitched against the tip of his index finger as his elbow rests on the metal arm of his chair. He looks up through his lashes beneath arched brows and the angle makes him look unimpressed.

Curly says, “wish I came out sooner, though,” to clear the air, but Dean’s grabbing his attention before he can continue, stealing Curly away from the conversation and into a new one.

Jordan’s eyes linger for a while like it’s not quite over yet.

It doesn’t take long to realise that Dean thrives in a similar way to Jeff in this new crowd. He thinks they did the right thing by getting out of Jules’ and Oscars company, even if it’s still working just fine for Curly.

Somehow, the time jumps from 11pm to 1am, and the group has halved. Jeff and Curly still sit opposite Jordan and Dean. Two other guys and a girl whose names Curly can’t remember for the life of him continue to talk among themselves around the other table.

“Where’s the redhead anyway? What’s his name,” Jordan clicks his fingers as he tries to bring Jules’ name to mind.

Jeff says, “we don’t fuck with those guys anymore. Outgrew ‘em.”

“‘Bout time.” Jordan points at Curly. “You were pretty fucked up the last few times I saw you. Smart move, ditching that guy.”

Before Curly can respond, Dean says, “actually, he’s still under his wrath. We’re workin’ on it,” but he winks at Curly so he knows he’s only having a laugh.

“Gotcha.” The blond nods and something nudges Curly’s ankle beneath the table as he adds, “until then, you better hold off on those scissors, kid. Or take my number for when you’ve got some threads to trim. I’ve got a steady hand, y’know? Plus-- Ow, fuck.”

Dean must think Jordan’s taking the mick because he nudges his mate so hard that he knocks Jordan’s elbow off the metal chair arm. Curls appreciates Deans defence but, more so than anything, the inside joke between himself and Jordan feels... Validating somehow.

Curly laughs, embarrassed but manages to play it off, says, “yeah, I’ve seen. I’ll bear it in mind, cheers,” and Jordan gives him one of his reserved smiles. He’s confusing.

Everyone else looks at them like they’re speaking in code.

“See you later, Jord.”

Everyone’s attention shifts to a girl with a jet black bob-cut as she and the two men stand. They give polite goodbyes to Curly, Jeff and Dean too before one of the guys says, “tell Rhys about that script, will you,” on his way around the table, but Jordan waves him off like he's sick of hearing about it.

Jeff and Dean announce that they’ll be leaving shortly after that, and Curly insists on getting the last round in, Jeff tagging along to help carry the beers.

“So how do you know him?” Curly nods over to the table and he’s not sure why he decides he mustn’t speak his name.

“J? We go way back. Went to school with him,” he explains, both of them leaning back against the bar as they wait for their drinks, watching the other half of their group talk among themselves. “He lived with Dean for a little while when his mom got sick.”

This steals Curly’s attention, and he turns back to Jeff just after Jordan scowls at Dean across the table a few yards away. Jeff, though, simply shakes his head, says, “she’s fine now,” as he waves it off but Curls reckons he’s realised he’s put his foot in his mouth. They both watch the blond let out a sharp, snarling laugh, shaking his head and flopping back into his seat dramatically like he’s been told off and doesn’t wanna hear it.

Curly can’t quite tell if it’s just the same kind of banter that the man shared with Jeff earlier. With the new information though, Curly can see a brotherly bond between the two men. They don’t have a lot to say to each other when others are around (maybe because Jordan doesn’t tend to have a lot to say anyway, he’s learned) but they like to jump in for the sake of mutual depreciation.

“You go way back, then,” Curls notes.

“Oh yeah. We fucking hated the guy as first.” He assumes ‘we’ means him and Dean, and Curly’s interest is peaked again as he hums his encouragement. “He moved here at the end of... Tenth grade - long fucking story… Why’d you ask, anyway?” Just as Jeff asks the question, the tender finally returns with 4 pints and they take two each and head back towards the table.

Curly shrugs simply, tells him “I’m just curious,” right as they reach the table again, where they drink between comfortable conversation and Curly tries not to look at Jordan differently, now knowing the new information that he’s not sure he’s meant to have heard. It’s been a long time since Curly last went out and favoured alcohol over… Well, any other substance, but this is nice. Casual. Memorable.

He’s disappointed when his two friends stand to leave, and he stands with them for a goodbye hug as Jordan waves them off from his seat. Dean hits the back of the man’s head lightly, says “behave yourself,” as Jordan sits smugly, unphased as a few disgruntled strands fall over his eyes.

Curls settles back down and suddenly the two of them are alone - something he hadn’t anticipated, even as his friends left. The silence isn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but it certainly doesn't feel natural. It feels like something is waiting to be said, like that time he sold Jordan Molly and he opened his mouth to speak but then turned away and left - or earlier on when the man had waited him out like a challenge, only for Curly’s friends to steal him away.

Jordan offers another round, and they make pleasant small-talk but Jordan’s heart isn’t really in it as he watches him inquisitively like he has better things to talk about.

“So here’s my issue,” Jordan grumbles finally, squinting as he does this thing where he never really smiles but speaks with a certain fondness that tells Curly everything’s fine. “I don’t like playing things safe, right?”

“Right.”

“‘Cause I mean, where does that get me? Nowhere at all… And I don’t like when people tell me not to do things,” Jordan adds and Curly agrees, although the topic’s come from nowhere and he’s no idea where it’s going. “Especially when I’ve had couple drinks and I’m feeling a little too cocky. So, firstly-“ He holds up a finger. “-I don’t like that Dean warned me off challenging you to Blackjack. I’m offended, even.”

The heavy build-up definitely promised a heavier topic than card games and there’s silence as they wait each other out. After a short while though, Curly giggles as he falls back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s it? You buttered me up with a beer to tell me you fancy a game of Blackjack? Mate, that’s—”

“Hey, I’m not done.” He’s so obviously fighting back a smile now. He leans over the table like it’s a secret, and Curly finds himself doing the same, one elbow in a puddle of beer now as they watch each other challengingly. Yeah, cocky’s a good word for it. “I also don’t like that he told me I shouldn’t ask you out.”

It takes his brain a little while to process it, and Curly doesn’t have a good comeback for that either. He stutters a bit, then laughs a confused laugh, taken aback and a little unsure as to exactly how serious the man is. Why would Dean think to—

Jordan adds, “because I think you should. Go out with me, I mean.”

He can’t read Jordan’s expression at all, cannot for the life of him tell if he’s joking or not because he’s pretty sure he’s been joking all night, except this is the first time he’s really cracked a smile. Jordan takes a sip of his beer, waiting patiently for Curly’s response. Curly’s just waiting for the man to laugh and reveal the punchline.

Words. That’s what he needs. I don’t like guys. I don’t like dating. I don’t think I like anyone like that. It’s weird and I’m too drunk. None of that seems right though. It all feels unjustified - like a bit of a cop-out.

Curly thinks, ‘he who speaks first, loses,’ only seconds before he caves, but Jordan crumbles too just as he begins to say, “I don’t-”

“Go out with me.” Jordan shrugs - smiles coolly. “I don’t do this. I don’t think you do either. All the more reason, no? Go out with me.”

He can’t think of a single reason to say no, which is even more confusing. He’s been itching for his attention all night, he realises, getting that funny ache he gets, every time the man addressed him and when his foot nudged his ankle and when he offered his number to him like it was a joke.

“Okay.” Curly nods and tries so hard to remain cool. “Yeah, why not?”

The cab they share is silent but it’s comfortable. They sit together in the back and Jordan leans back against the door and watches him, completely shameless. They catch each other smiling like they’re up to something they shouldn't be and it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever known, but he’s still fully buzzing when he swans into the apartment with Jordan’s number in his phone.

It only takes an accusing look from Jules to have Curly biting back a grin.

“Leave it out, Jules,” he says coyly as he passes him.

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felixthekoala · 6 years

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Big Brother

Pairing: Minho x Reader (ft. Chan)

Type: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 4.3k

Description: Mafia Au

a/n: there might be a pt 2, depending on people’s reactions ;)

It all started at the bar. Everything was going fine one minute, you were sneaking coy glances at the gorgeous stranger across the bar, then suddenly some creep plopped down next to you, beginning to worm his greasy fingers toward your thigh.

"Hey there sweetheart, you here alone?" he asked, fingers inching much too close to unwelcoming areas.

Before you could respond, a heavy hand slammed on the bar in between you and the creep. Following it up, you found Chan's face contorted in an expression of pure anger.

"Hands off. Now," he seethed, and the guy lifted his hands faster than you could blink. "Now, if you lay another finger on my baby sister again, I will personally remove each finger I deem out of place from your body."

The creep bolted out of the bar. Your brother had that effect on people. Possibly it had something to do with him being a mafia boss.

"You didn't have to do that, Chan, I had it handled," you grumbled, standing up to face him.

"Sure you did." He ruffled your hair with a smirk. "Now come on, the boys wanted to talk."

You groaned.

"What now? Do they want me to lure more rivals into a trap or some shit?"

"What are they having you do?" he demanded, the look of anger back on his face.

Whoops.

"Nothing. Let's go talk to the boys."

Clubbing was one of your preferred activities, mainly because it was harder for Chan to keep track of you in the flashing lights and crowds of people. Finally, Friday came, and you made your way to the club, decked out in a short gold dress that Chan would definitely not approve of.

"y/n, you do know Chan would absolutely KILL you if he saw what you were wearing?" Jisung asked, eyeing your getup worriedly.

You smirked.

"I know."

Shaking his head, Jisung sighed. "I don't want anything to do with this, I am out of here if Chan shows up."

"I figured as much, Pansy," you teased, strutting towards the bright lights and deafening music.

You immediately made your way to the bar, flashing a smile as your ID as you ordered a peach martini. A figure slid into the seat next to you, sapping your attention away from your drink. He ordered a whiskey sour with a voice that sent tremors down your body. You felt compelled to look at him, and when you did, you discovered he was mirroring you. As your eyes met, he flashed a blinding smile.

"I think I saw you the other night, but sadly you left before I could go over and introduce myself," he avowed as you gazed into his big eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous. A total Adonis.

"What a pity," you purred.

"I'm Minho."

"y/n."

"Quite the scene you caused that night, huh, y/n? Your knight in shining armor certainly knows how to intimidate creeps."

"What can I say? My brother is very protective."

"Ah, so he's your brother," he mused. "And your boyfriend? Is he the same?"

You smirked at his lack of subtlety.

"Nope. He's more of the non-existent type."

"Ah. So no boyfriend?"

"No, how could I with a brother like mine?"

"Good point."

"And your girlfriend? Is she very protective?"

"I'm in the same boat as you. Devastatingly single. Not to mention devastatingly gorgeous."

"Don't forget devastatingly modest."

"Oh, how could I have forgotten?" he joked, a chuckle escaping his lips. You enjoyed the sound. "So, y/n, what's a gorgeous girl like you doing alone at a club on a Friday night?"

"I just had a feeling I might run into a gorgeous guy here, so I put on my best dress and planned to snag him" you replied sarcastically.

"What a coincidence! I had a feeling I'd encounter a beautiful snarky girl here!"

"I suppose it's written in the stars."

"I suppose so."

You sat there for a minute, gazing into each other's eyes. Jisung's voice snapped you back to reality.

"y/n? Where are you?"

You jumped up, grabbing Minho' arm.

"Come with me."

"What?"

"If you want to continue this lovely conversation, I mean," you clarified.

He hopped off the stool and followed you to through the dance floor and to the back lounge area.

"Are you trying to hide me from someone?" he teased as you sat down on a small leather couch, so close you were practically sitting on his lap.

"Well, would you like my brother's friend to inform him I'm with a strange boy? Didn't think so."

"Are you-" he cleared his throat. "Are you afraid of your brother?"

"I know he wouldn't hurt a hair on my body, but he's extremely protective, and I've seen what he's done to people he doesn't like. And any guy I'm with is at the top of his hit list."

"Well, as much as I'd love to continue talking about your lovely brother, how about we change the subject?"

You laughed.

"I'd like that."

"So what does a girl like you like to do for fun?"

"Oh, this and that. Coming to places like this is nice because it's a place to let loose and escape from my brother's protection. How about you?"

"Same as you. I also like computers. Coding, that stuff."

"An attractive, athletic guy like yourself likes computers? You really are too good to be true."

He winked, eliciting a blush across your cheeks.

"I should be saying that to you. A beautiful witty girl like yourself?"

He inched closer, and you followed suit. Your noses brushed together, lips just barely grazing, when-

"y/n I swear to fucking god you better get over here right now!" Jisung clamored. Flying away from Minho in surprise, you turned to find a fuming Jisung. "What the hell do you think you're doing with him?"

"He's just a nice guy I met the other day, please don't tell Chan," you pleaded.

"A nice guy?! A NICE GUY?! He's a member of DL! How the hell did you not know that?! He's part of our rival gang, for god's sake!"

"He's what?" You turned to look at a shocked Minho.

"You mean you're from RL?" he asked, realization dawning on him. "Oh, god, I thought your brother looked familiar. He's Chan, the leader of RL!"

"You don't get to speak," Jisung growled.

"Jisung, please don't tell Chan. Do you really want to be responsible for his flip out? You know what happens to people who tell Chan what he doesn't want to hear." You grabbed his arm, begging him to keep it a secret. He sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Fine. But if I see you two together again, I'm running to Chan and telling him exactly what you've been up to. Now come on, y/n, I think you've had your fun for the night." Reluctantly, you stood up, giving one last look to Minho, who looked just as shocked as you.

Only it wasn't the last time you'd see him.

You found yourself club-hopping almost every night that week, trying to find him again. Sure, he was part of the rival gang, but there was something about him that made you unable to keep away. It was like he was a magnet, pulling you to him.

On the fifth night that week, you found him. Sitting at the bar, sipping his whiskey sour, he looked just as gorgeous as you remembered.

"Hey, stranger," you said, plopping down next to him. He choked on his drink in surprise, and you quickly reached for a napkin, handing it to him with a coy smile.

"Please, I don't want trouble y/n, I just came here for a drink I don't want to fight." He was visibly on edge.

"Relax, don't worry. Nobody knows I'm here. I promise I won't rat you out to my brother." His shoulders relaxed somewhat.

"You promise?"

"I promise. How about we pick up where we left off the other night?" you suggested, nudging his shoulder.

"But, your brother, he's-"

"Not going to find out. Come on, live a little more dangerously."

With a smirk, he set down his glass and led you back to the lounge area.

After hours of talking, you finally were called back into the real world with a text from your brother.

You groaned as you read the message, swinging your legs over the couch so they were no longer on Minho's lap.

"I have to go, my brother wants me there," you grumbled, grabbing your purse.

"Wait! Before you go, here's my phone number, so we don't have to search the entire city to find each other," he grabbed your phone, entering the digits into your contacts. You smiled as he returned your phone to your hands.

"I'll call you tonight so you have my number," you promised, rising to leave.

It wasn't until you had gotten in the cab that you saw what he had saved his name as. You snorted so loud, the cab driver gave you a weird look.

”Sexy Beast”

That gorgeous Adonis was the biggest dork you had ever met. And you were falling hard.

The second you got home, you called him, surprised when he picked up before the second ring.

"Hey, it's y/n," you said, laughing as you heard scrambling on the other end.

"y/n! Fina- I mean… oh, yeah, I remember you. How's it going?"

You snorted.

"Oh, cut the crap, Minho, wanna meet up tonight? I'm kind of in the mood to sneak out."

"Yeah, I'm down. Where do you want to meet?"

"How about the beach? I know an area that nobody goes to."

"Sounds perfect. See you soon."

You hung up and quickly threw on a leather jacket over your crop top and leather skirt. You were definitely doing the most without looking like you were trying too hard. The best part was Chan would kill you for wearing such a low cut shirt with an uber-short skirt. You smirked, imagining his face if he saw you sneaking out of the house in that outfit. Sliding out your window, you landed on the roof with a soft thud, tiptoeing to the edge where you jumped off. Not that you had practice sneaking out, or anything.

"Took you long enough," Minho teased when you arrived, freezing when he saw you. You watched his eyes float from your head to your toes and back to your head with a smirk.

"Like what you see?"

He cleared his throat, quickly regaining his composure.

"Well that's a given."

You smiled, grabbing his hand.

"Come with me, I want to show you something." You led him to the rock wall on the edge of the beach, beginning to scale the rocks without hesitation.

"Wait!" He stopped. "What are we doing?"

"Trust me, I know where I'm going," you assured him, turning back to climb to the top. Luckily, he followed.

When you reached the top, you jumped down onto the sand, gazing adoringly at your secret spot. Tucked away behind the rock wall was a hidden cove of sand, surrounded by nothing but rocks and water so no one could see you. You had taken it upon yourself to add a curtain and blankets to one of the miniature caves, turning it into a lovely napping spot.

"Here we are," you announced, turning to find Minho in awe.

"It's perfect. Nobody will find us here," he remarked with a smile.

"Don't go murdering me here," you joked.

"Ah, you see if I murdered you, then I wouldn't get to spend time with you," he replied, slowly walking towards you. "And you're also forgetting, I don't get my hands dirty." Your back was pinned against the rock wall, Minho's face so close you could feel his breath. "I'm more of a computer guy." His arm pressed against the wall next to your head.

"You're such a nerd," you said breathlessly, unable to keep your composure with him that close to you.

"Would a nerd do this?" He closed the distance between you two, lips melting into yours. You relaxed into his arms immediately, melding into his body. His hands grabbed your waist as he kissed you, pulling you closer as your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, one hand in his unbelievably soft hair. When you finally broke away, you were both breathless.

"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I laid my eyes on you," he admitted. You smiled up at him, leaning in to kiss him again.

Weeks went by, and you met Minho at that spot practically every day. The only days you didn't were when Chan or one of the others needed you to help them out. Well, most of the time Chan held you at home so he could keep an eye on you.

"Chan, can I please go out? There's no reason for me to stay," you whined, crossing your arms in a huff as you sank deeper into the couch.

"No, you have to stay here. Now stop distracting me, I'm trying to focus. This is important stuff, y/n," he said, not even looking up.

"You're playing poker."

"The stakes are quite high."

"You're unbelievable."

"And you're a loose cannon."

You groaned. You were going to get nowhere with him.

"I'm going out," you said, standing up and making your way to the door.

"You most certainly are not!" Chan exclaimed, jumping up immediately. Before you could reach the door, he was there, blocking it.

"Why do I have to stay with you? All you ever do is hold me hostage and claim to keep an eye on me. If you want to watch me, why can't we do something we both enjoy or something? Why can't you include me more? Can't we go on a mission together sometime? I miss how we used to be before you became the Boss." All your pent up feelings spewed out in a flood of questions. For a second, Chan was silent. He sighed.

"You're right. Tomorrow there's a deal taking place on the pier. It was going to be just me with backup, but we could go together if you want."

You nodded, a smile forming.

"Sounds like a plan. Now can I go out tonight?"

Sighing, he shook his head in defeat. "Fine, but you better not do anything I wouldn't approve of," he lectured, eliciting an eye roll from you.

"Okay, Dad. See you tomorrow!"

And with that, you headed out the door, texting Minho.

When Chan said they had a deal in the morning, you never realized how early it'd be. You had been up well past midnight the night before with Minho, so waking up before 8 was less-than-palatable for you. Grudgingly, you pulled on an outfit that Chan would approve of. He was making an effort here, so you should too.

"Ready?" he asked as you plopped into the passenger seat of his prized Bugatti.

"Aren't I always?" you replied with a smirk. He smiled, gunning the engine as he sped out of the driveway.

When you arrived at the pier, you and Chan made your way behind the restaurant in a hidden-away area on the edge of the pier. You followed him to the large hulking figure at the end.

"Mr. Kim, I presume?" Chan asked, and the figure turned around. He looked like he could snap you in half, but Chan stood tall and confident. Calm, even.

"You're the Boss?"

Chan nodded.

"You got the stuff?" Mr. Kim asked.

"You got the money?" Chan responded. Mr. Kim pulled out a case, opening it to reveal stacks of cash. In response, Chan pulled out a box, opening it to reveal some strange vials of what looked like medicine and syringes. Was he dealing heroin now or something?? Before he handed Mr. Kim the box, however, he reached for the money.

"I have to be sure all the money is in here," he explained, holding his hand out to take the case.

"I wouldn't cheat you out, Mr. Bang. You know how desperate I am."

"Then you wouldn't have a problem with me checking. It's just formalities, I can't leave a deal without checking that all the money is there."

Sighing, Mr. Kim handed him the case, reaching out for the medicine.

"How do I know you won't take the money without giving me the medicine?" Mr. Kim asked, raising an eyebrow. You stepped forward.

"I'll count the money. Chan, you can give him the medicine and keep your gun on him or whatever makes you comfortable. Sound good? You shot Mr. Kim a flirty smile, and luckily he took the bait, melting into putty in your hands. You exchanged the case and medicine, placing the case on the ground to count.

"Yup. It's all here."

Chan turned back to Mr. Kim.

"Pleasure doing business with you," he said, shaking Mr. Kim's hand.

"You too. I cannot thank you enough, I don't know what I would do if…" Chan stopped him.

"It's my pleasure. How is she doing anyway?"

Mr. Kim shook his head.

"Not good. I'm hoping the medicine will fix things. Or at least slow it down."

Chan nodded.

"Well, best of luck to you and your sister. My sister and I have business to attend to, so we have to leave now," Chan said, placing an arm on your back as he began to guide you back to the restaurant.

When you returned to the car, you turned to face Chan.

"What was in the box?" you asked.

"Medicine."

"What kind of medicine?"

"Isoniazid." You looked at him with a blank stare, waiting for an explanation. Finally, Chan sighed.

"Mr. Kim's 11 year old sister has tuberculosis. Isoniazid is one of the few medicines that can help. They couldn't get the medicine or even be treated at a hospital because his sister is an illegal immigrant so she would be deported. Make sense?"

You nodded, smiling.

"Awe, Chan you big softie," you teased, hugging him tightly.

"Oh shut up. I understand his desperation, and I didn't want to make things harder for him. If I were in his place, I'd do whatever it took to protect you."

"I have the best brother ever," you giggled, still hugging him.

"You'll kill my rep if you expose anything that's happened or been said in this car, so-"

"Mum's the word," you finished with a smile.

You plopped down on the couch, watching amused as the boys struggled to beat your brother at pool. Suddenly, your phone rang. Cracking a smile when you saw the caller ID, you answered it.

"Hey, there," you answered with a grin.

"Hey, cutie," Minho responded.

"Cutie? Excuse me?" You feigned offense.

"Sorry, hey, oh great goddess, the most beautiful girl in the world," he said sarcastically.

"Much better," you smiled.

"Well anyway, are you down to meet up tonight? I don't have anything going on and I miss your face."

You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from grinning and evoke Chan's suspicion.

"I'd love to." You glanced at Chan. "But I think I'm going to spend some time with my brother tonight. Maybe I could talk to you later when he's asleep?"

"Okay, I'll be up waiting by my phone like a lovestruck teenage girl," he joked.

"Maybe I should go throw around some footballs then, to better set the scene."

"Then I'll go out for the cheerleading squad."

"Okay, I'm hanging up now, you weirdo."

"Bye, love."

You pressed end call, shaking your head with a smile. Who knew mafias could contain such huge dorks?

"Who was that?" Chan asked, plopping down next to you, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

"Oh it was just a friend," you replied, praying he wouldn't pry.

"Boy?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"No. Girl." You swallowed, a lump of guilt stuck in your throat. What were you doing lying to him? He was your brother. He loved you. And how do you repay him? By stabbing him in the back in the worst way possible. But… You thought about Minho. He made you feel so happy and free. You were drawn to him like a magnet. And he hadn't even said a single word about disliking your brother, or anything of the sort. So maybe this was okay? Maybe just a bit longer. Yeah. A few more days or weeks wouldn't hurt.

"Hey there, beautiful," Minho said when he saw you, half-smirking in the way that drove you crazy. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest.

"I missed you," you murmured, feeling a chuckle deep in his body.

"I missed you, too. Do we want to move this to the cove? We're kind of exposed out here."

You nodded, and led him to the rocks, hand in hand.

"y/n wake up!"

You were jolted awake by a pair of strong hands. When you opened your eyes, you found Minho's panicked face inches from yours.

"We fell asleep! God, your brother is going to be so freaked. We have to go now!" he exclaimed, helping you up.

"What?" you asked, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Realization dawned on you. "Oh shit!! I have to get back now!" You flew to the rocks, scrambling over them. Minho was right at your heels.

"I am so sorry, this is all my fault. If we had just met another night you wouldn't have been so tired and everything would've been fine," Minho lamented.

"It's okay, it's my fault. I'll call you later today, okay? I have to run home now though."

He nodded in understanding, running his hands nervously through his hair as you sprinted off the beach.

"You're fucked," Jisung said, worry in his eyes. You gulped, walking reluctantly into the house. You could hear Chan pacing before you stepped foot in the living room. He whipped his head around to face you, fury in his eyes.

"Care to explain?" he tossed a cellphone on the table between the two of you. Slowly, you leaned forward, glancing at the photo on the screen.

Shit.

You were embracing Minho in the photo. Chan swiped to the next one. You were pulling Minho to the rocks. Then the third. You were in Minho's arms, kissing him.

How?

You were silent.

"Changbin was doing a deal by the beach when he saw you run up. He took these when he saw who you were meeting." Chan's voice was eerily quiet. You could feel the anger bubbling up.

"Chan, I-"

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing with that guy from DL?!" he fumed. "You know they're our enemies, he probably was just using you for their benefit. God, how could you be so stupid?!"

You grew annoyed at that statement.

"Oh, so you think guys only express interest in me to use me? Thanks, Chan!" It was your turn to be fuming.

"Don't turn this into something it's not. With guys from our rival gang, of course they'd be using you. Now you need to explain yourself right now!" Chan crossed his arms over his chest, glowering.

"God, what's there to explain? We met and started hanging out. We both like each other. That's what people do when they like each other. And it's not like he got any gain from it, neither of us talked about you or either group. So stop being such a paranoid overprotective brat and let me live my life!" you screamed, your pent up anger and frustration boiling to the surface.

"I'm gonna kill him," Chan growled, storming over to the door.

"No," you whispered as he slammed the door behind him. You ran to the door, jumping into your car and following his speeding car.

"Minho!!" Chan yelled, stomping out of his car and to the circle of boys hanging around a fire pit.

Minho turned around, as did all of his buddies.

"You're dead. You think you can go around with my baby sister and get away with it?" He yanked Minho out of the ring, shoving him to the ground. He got two punches in before Minho grabbed his hands in an attempt to stop him.

"Stop!" Minho exclaimed, struggling to get Chan off of him. You could only watch in horror as one of the members of DL pulled out a gun. Everything happened in slow motion as he pointed the barrel at your brother's chest and pulled the trigger. Chan jolted at the force, falling to the ground.

"CHAN!!" you screamed, running to him faster than you had ever run before, not even slowing down to kneel next to him. You dropped to the ground with a painful thud, grabbing his arm. His eyes were open, but just barely. "Nonononononononono!" you cried, squeezing his hand so tightly your hands turned white.

"Y/n?" he said weakly. Tears streamed down your face as you saw the hole in his shirt. "I'm sorry." He slumped to the ground, motionless. Unbreathing. All you could do was just sit there, clutching his hand as you fell onto his unmoving stomach and sob.

"Chan please! PLEASE! Don't leave me! I need you!" you pleaded, holding his face in hopes for any sign of life. Nothing. You fell onto him again, crying into his shirt.

You whipped around as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"y/n, I'm so sor-"

"Shut up Minho! You don't get to speak to me ever again. You and your boys did this." You glared at him through your tears.

"But-" his eyes were brimmed with tears, sadness etched into his brows, but you turned away, refusing to look at him.

"No. To me, you're as dead as Chan."

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