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I saw you mentioned Pierre and Charles babysitting a young leclerc sister? Can I request an imagine of that? Them being about 17 and 18, reader being a toddler? Thank you! Love your work.

YOU CAN'T SAY THAT WORD | CHARLES LECLERC & PIERRE GASLY

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / pierre gasly x leclerc!reader

warnings: swearing. piarles are horrible babysitters. charles and pierre are teenagers in this for plot purposes.

author's note: this is heavily inspired by modern family, btw. thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this fic and let me know what you think of it!

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''Sorry, I know this isn't what we had planned for tonight.'' Charles apologized as he and Pierre settled into his living room. The Frenchman chuckled, not very amused. ''No, this is not what I had imagined.''

''It's the only way my parents would let me keep the house to ourselves.'' The teenager explained, looking down at the toddler sitting on her playmat.

It had been more difficult than expected for Charles to persuade his parents to let him and his friend be by themselves for the day. The truth was that Charles' parents didn't fully trust the teenagers to be left alone without any kind of supervision. However, Charles had been very adamant that he could be responsible and keep the house intact. So, his parents let him have his friend over on one condition: that they babysit the youngest Leclerc sibling.

Pierre patted Charles' back. ''It's okay, Charlito! It can be fun, right?''

''Yeah,'' he sighed out of relief, happy his best friend didn't want to leave, ''we'll play with her for a bit and tire her out, then she'll sleep easier.'' Charles loved his little sister more than anything, but he still wanted some guy time.

''Hey, Little Leclerc! You still know me, right? What's my name?'' Pierre sat himself down next to the toddler who was playing with her Barbie dolls.

She looked up at him, a bright smile covering her face once she noticed who it was. ''Gasly!'' Y/N screamed, making the two young men laugh. ''No, no, no! It's Pierre, Y/N! Pierre.'' He clearly articulated his name in hope she repeated it back to him.

''Gasly!''

''Pierre.''

''Gasly!''

''Pie- Oh, whatever,'' he sighed loudly, giving up on trying, ''should we play some Xbox? We haven't played in a while.'' Pierre suggested, his attention back to Charles.

The younger one nodded his head, moving to grab his two controllers. ''Mario Kart?'' The Monégasque smirked, already knowing the answer. ''What else would we play?'' Pierre got up from the ground and took a seat on the couch.

Charles sat down next to him, getting the game started. ''I beat you last time, remember?'' He grinned, recalling the previous time they played and Charles had won, much to Pierre's dismay.

''I'm ready for revenge, Leclerc.'' The older one stated, raising his eyebrow.

Before they could play against each other, they had to choose a character that would represent them in the race. ''Who are you choosing?'' Charles asked Pierre as they frequently switched up their avatars.

''Peachy Peachy!'' Y/N exclaimed, pointing with her small hands to Princess Peach who appeared on the tv screen.

Both boys chuckled at the girl's excitement. ''You want me to be Princess Peach, Y/N?'' Pierre asked her, lingering on the female character. The toddler babbled some inaudible words, but it was obvious what her answer was.

''Charlie, Daisy! Daisy!'' She focused her attention on her brother, who was about to choose Mario as his character. Y/N walked up to him, slapping her hands on his knees. ''You Daisy, Charlie!''

Charles glanced at an amused Pierre, who shrugged his shoulders. ''We can always change characters, Leclerc.''

''Okay, I'll be Daisy then.'' He gave in, a bright smile covering his face as his little sister started clapping her hands and stomping her feet, because of the overwhelming excitement she was feeling.

The babysitting gig was going well so far. Y/N plopped herself down on her mat and patiently watched the screen as the two guys raced against each other. She would clap for either of them whenever someone won or she would enthusiastically jump with them.

Charles was running in P1 until Pierre passed him in the last second and pushed him into the walls, making him come in last as everyone overtook him. ''Putain, Gasly!'' As soon as the words left the Monégasque's mouth, their eyes widened and immediately went to the little girl sitting in front of them.

''Maybe she didn't hear,'' Pierre whispered, making sure the little one wouldn't be able to hear them, ''just move on like nothing happened.''

''Hey, Y/N,'' Charles called her over to him, ''you want to play with me against Pierre?'' A wave of relief went through him as his sister jumped up at his words, pleased that she didn't start repeating the curse word.

He picked her up by her underarms and planted her on his lap. Charles trapped his sister between his arms, so she could grab the controller and play along with them, although he was practically doing all of the work.

Pierre let the Leclerc siblings have the win in the first round, knowing it would make the girl happy. ''You're so good, Y/N! You're better than both of us!'' He complimented her, booping her nose.

All was well, until Pierre used one of the red and green shells, and threw it at their character, making their Princess Daisy avatar spin around and lose their first place position. ''Putain, Gasly!'' Y/N repeated her brother's words, having it heard loud and clear before.

All the tension that had left came right back to smack the two boys in the face. They slowly glanced from the girl to each other, seeing a flush of panic in each other's eyes.

''Uh, Y/N? Go grab your crayons and coloring book, we'll draw together, okay?'' Charles spoke up, coloring being the first distraction that came into mind.

She adamantly nodded her head, excited at the thought of the three of them doing something together again. ''Okay.''

As soon as she was out of sight, Charles looked with wide eyes at his friend. ''I'm in so much trouble.'' His hand flew through his hair, frustration visible on his face.

''As long as she doesn't say it in front of your parents it's okay, Charles.'' Pierre tried to calm him down.

''That's the thing, she's learned something new and every time she learns something new, she wants to show it off to mum and dad.'' He explained, pretty confident that his sister would say the word when his parents got back home. ''They're not going to be thrilled that their 4 year-old daughter is saying curse words.''

Pierre thought for a moment. ''We can just explain to her that she can't say that word? She's very smart, she'll understand.''

As if on cue, the toddler hopped back into the living room while holding her box of crayons and several coloring books. Y/N put everything on the dining table, standing on her tippy toes and took a seat on her chair. She started coloring right away, not waiting for the two older guys that were still seated on the couch.

''Alright, we'll explain it to her.'' Charles agreed to Pierre's idea. They got up from their seats, put the controllers away and joined the girl at the table. ''Y/N, we have to talk to you about that word you said earlier.'' Her brother started off.

''What word?'' She looked up from her butterfly drawing.

Pierre shot Charles a warning look as if to say ''don't be dumb and repeat it''. The Monégasque got the hint and nodded. ''The one while we were gaming, the one that starts with p.''

''Peachy?''

''No.''

''Pierre?''

''You do know my name!'' He exclaimed, it was the first time she properly pronounced his name. ''But no, not that one.''

Maybe she doesn't remember, Charles thought to himself. He glanced at Pierre who simply shrugged his shoulders, he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

''Oh, you mean 'putain'?'' Y/N said the word again, the innocent and pure tone in her voice almost not making it sound like a curse word. Pierre had a hard time not bursting out in laughter, it just sounded super adorable coming from the little girl.

Charles was shooting daggers at his friend with his eyes, they had to look serious. ''That's a bad word, okay? You can't say that anymore.'' He told her, getting on her eye-level.

''But you said it?'' Her confused expression was difficult not to swoon over, but they both had to be strong.

''I shouldn't have said that, that was really bad of me,'' Charles clarified for her, ''we're not allowed to say it, okay?'' He had an hopeful glance in his eyes.

Y/N glimpsed over at Pierre, his hands covering his face to try to hide his laughter. ''But it's making him laugh, Charlie! Why is he laughing if it's a bad word?'' She asked her older brother, not understanding it.

''Pierre shouldn't be laughing.'' Charles semi-scolded his friend.

The man in question scratched his throat. ''Your brother is right, it's not funny and I shouldn't be laughing, Y/N.'' He tried to sound stern.

The small girl simply laughed in their faces and got away from the table, running back upstairs to her room. ''We're not joking, Y/N Pascale Leclerc!'' Charles yelled.

''She thinks we're not being serious.'' He sighed to Pierre, letting his head drop onto the table.

Pierre chuckled. ''Well, are we being serious?'' Charles rolled his eyes at the Frenchman's words. ''Hey, come on,'' Pierre patted Charles' head, making the younger one look up, ''we're just gonna drop it, alright? By the time our parents get back, she'll have forgotten all about it, you know small kids.''

''Yeah, you're right.'' Pierre's assurance brought him some comfort about the situation, kids get distracted easily. They don't have anything to worry about.

The rest of the day went by quite smoothly. Y/N took a long nap after they played some football in the garden, so the two boys could play some more non-toddler-friendly games on the Xbox. Once Y/N had woken up, they ordered pizza and despite his mother drilling into him that she couldn't have any fast food, Charles let the girl have a few bites.

The three of them were laying on the couch watching 'Cars', when their parents returned home. ''We're back, mes chéries!'' Pascale, Charles and Y/N's mother, greeted them.

Y/N jumped up from Charles' lap, running into her mother's arms. ''Maman! I won against Pierre in Mario Kart!'' She bragged to her, a beaming smile on her face.

''Really? You had fun with the boys?'' She asked, subtly looking around the living room looking for anything that indicated they had caused trouble, but she found nothing.

''Yes!'' Y/N adamantly nodded, making everyone around her laugh.

Hervé had taken notice of the empty pizza boxes in the kitchen. ''Did you enjoy the pizzas? I hope you didn't give anything to your sister, Charles.''

Charles shook his head. ''She didn't have pizza, Papa.'' He lied.

''Chérie, what did you eat tonight?'' Her mother asked her, not entirely convinced by her son's answer.

The young girl glanced at the two teenagers before replying. ''I had pasta and Charlie gave me a lollypop after we played in the garden.'' She made sure to use her bambi eyes, knowing it worked on her parents and brothers every time she made that cute face.

''That's good, mon amour!'' Her mum hugged her, winking at Charles behind her daughter's back.

''We're gonna take off then, we have quite the trip back home.'' Pierre's mother, Pascale, signaled for her son to get up from the couch and to bid goodbye to everyone.

Pierre sighed, but stood up. ''Thank you so much for having me over, it was really fun.'' He thanked Charles' parents. Hervé hugged the boy, while Pascale ruffled his hair as she was still holding the toddler in her arms.

''Bye, Little Leclerc! I'll get revenge on you next time we play Mario Kart, alright?'' He crouched down a bit to be eye-to-eye with the girl. She nodded and the two high-fived.

Everyone moved to the hallway, waiting for Pierre to put on his shoes, so the Gasly Family could start their journey back to France.

''Maman?'' Y/N whispered in her mother's ear, covering her mouth with her hand.

''Yes?''

''Why does Pierre look sad?'' The young boy was disappointed that the day with his best friend was already over, even though they would be seeing each other in a few days.

Her mum chuckled, endeared by her daughter's observations. ''He had a nice time here, so he's a little sad that he has to go home.'' Pascale explained, whispering back.

Pierre and his parents were almost out the door when Y/N came up with her masterplan to make the older boy laugh and cheer him up. ''Pierre! Pierre!'' She yelled, grabbing everyone's attention.

''Putain!''

The silence in the hallway didn't last long as all the parents burst out laughing at the unexpected words that left the girl's mouth. Charles and Pierre, who looked like they had seen a ghost, slowly let the situation sink in and laughed along with them. They were mostly smiling out of relief that their parents could see the humor in it.

''Alright, goodbye, everyone!'' The Gasly's bid them goodbye one last time before disappearing from their sight.

Charles continued smiling until his father closed their front door and turned around, a serious look on his face contrasting the laughing one from before. ''I gotta go.'' He swiftly moved away from the hallway to the living room.

''Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc!''

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clownd1ck · 1 month

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trouble, j. miller | chapter three

mob!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter summary: you meet your best friend’s girlfriend for the first time, and you’ve never seen someone shit their pants more. and joel is so fucking done with you.

chapter warnings: reader’s sole purpose is to be an agent of chaos, strong language, implication of violence from reader, abby anderson appears guys, javier encourages your behaviour and is so ACHEKUSG, google translated spanish (PLEASE correct me if it’s wrong), no beta again LOL, dare i say it soft!joel??

word count: 1817

{series masterlist}

you’re sat waiting in a cafe, foot tapping against the tiled floor to its own rhythm. the cafe is about a fifteen minute walk away from your college campus, a place that you and georgia had made your second home. the coffee was cheap so that college students could afford it, and you had to admit, it was some of the best coffee you ever had. your favourite iced coffee had just been brought over to you, alongside a cookie that was warm and gooey.

as the door opens and the bell rings, you look up and lock eyes with georgia, sending a smile her way. you’re quick to notice the buff blonde behind her, dressed in a grey shirt and black cargos, her blonde hair in a braid. damn, you’d have to ask georgia for a threesome one day…

“hey, babe!” georgia exclaims, embracing you lightly before letting go as she turns to introduce you. “this is abby anderson.”

you give abby a once over, analysing her body language, her face, her placement in regards to georgia. she appeared intimidating, but her hand was locked with georgia’s. she stood behind your friend, her body relaxed and her breathing even. abby gave you a look that was welcoming, friendly, almost as if she knew who you were and was trying to make a good impression on you.

smart move.

“it’s nice to meet you, abby.” you hold out your hand for her to shake it, and she does so. you notice the slight sweat in her palm, clear anxiety over meeting georgia’s best friend who may or may not have tried to run her friend’s ex over with a car she’s not even legally allowed to drive.

“you…you too.” she stutters out, and they both take a seat as you take a sip out of your iced coffee once you released abby’s hand.

“so, abigail-”

“-abby.” georgia cuts you off, and you give her a look with a scary grin.

“what are your intentions with georgia?”

georgia sighs your name, and gives you a pleading look. “can we please not do this? abby’s been treating me good, better than anyone else i’ve ever dated. please.” her puppy dog eyes win you over.

“fuck, fine. but i just need you to know-” you turn to abby “-you should know this too. if any harm is done, i will be under your bed with a pocket knife ready to slit your ankles if anything happens to her.” you point at georgia. your tone is patronising, mocking abby and you feel like a beast the way you feast upon her fear as she eagerly nods her head.

“good, now that’s out of the way. what do you study?” splitting your cookie in half, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape at the gooey delight, you take a bite out of one of the halves, looking abby dead in the eye.

“m…medicine.” there comes that stutter again, and you have to stifle a laugh because you’re sure georgia has filled her with stories about your behaviour towards anyone who has ever wronged her, but has then cut her own story off with “but she’s one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet once she knows i’m safe with you!”

you do warm up to abby throughout the next hour and a half the three of you are sat in the cafe, and you can tell she feels the same. she’s less tense, her face relaxed and no more stuttering. you see how openly affectionate she is with georgia, how soft she speaks and the admiration in her eyes for georgia’s simple existence. abby anderson is good for her, you can feel it.

the three of you walk back up to your college campus, and you catch the sight of a familiar man and his sexy porsche. joel leans against the car, arms folded over his chest, scowl on his face as he beckons you over with that little movement of his fingers.

you’re starting to feel seduced by that movement.

when you walk over to him, his head meets your level. “i’ve been waitin’ here for an hour.”

your eyebrows furrow, eyes squinting and your lips purse a little. “did you tell me you were here?”

“no.”

your eyes widen, shaking your head “so how the fuck would i know you’ve been waiting for an hour?”

“get your ass in the car.” he commands, and his eyes travel past you and seem to focus on something. you turn your body to meet where he looks, and the only reason why you pick up on it is because him and abby are staring at each other.

“what, have you never seen lesbians before? god, joel, this is embarrassing.” you roll your eyes and get into the passenger seat of his car. you don’t see the nod he gives abby, or the one who she gives back to him, because the second joel is in the driver’s seat, he’s out of the parking lot and driving to the club.

“i told you to only text me with work related things.” he starts, turning a street corner and you lick your lips when his hands clench onto the wheel.

“i do only text you work related things.”

joel gives you a quick look, his face conveying every emotion possible. “askin’ me if i think you’d win in a fight against the shark from ‘jaws’ isn’t a work related question!”

“i don’t see the problem here.” you shrug.

“you asked me at four in the mornin’!”

“and yet you responded, so you can’t complain.” you stick your tongue out at him as you soon pull into the parking lot of apocalypse, and you both get out, with joel opening any and all doors for you.

when you get to the v.i.p. section, you spot javier, and you immediately shout his name. when he turns around, he grins. “mi amor, i missed you.”

“missed you too, honeybunch.” you smile, hopping onto the bar top. “do you think i could win a fight against the shark from ‘jaws’?”

he looks at you, finger tipping up your chin with a smirk. “in a heartbeat, cariño.” his eyes scan your face, flicking back and forth as he takes in your features, and he lets out a low chuckle when you giggle.

“see, javier thinks i could win!” you shout at joel and he grumbles as he makes his way over.

he points at javier. “stop encouraging her behaviour.” he turns to you. “an’ you need to go get ready.” he grabs your hand, helping you jump off the bar top and steadying you as your feet meet the floor.

“goodbye, beautiful!” you wave javier goodbye.

“adios, bonita.” he bids, grabbing your hand from its previous position and gently kissing it, and it suddenly comes to your attention that you would not mind being between joel and javier, one fucking into your cunt and the other with his cock down your th-

“move your ass.” joel’s hand is firm against the back of your neck, but there’s something gentle about the way he touches you, hesitant almost. he guides you to the room with all the dancers in, and you make yourself at home, saying hi to adele, lucy, chelsea, destiny, and the rest of the girls as you get ready for your shift.

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“i was thinking-”

“that’s not good.” joel cuts you off. you had barged into his office, lying down on his sofa and talking to him like he was your therapist.

your head snaps towards him, mouth agape in shock. “rude!” you throw a decorative pillow at him which he swiftly dodges, even with his back turned to you as he sorts through paperwork. “as i was saying before i was interrupted, i was thinking that you order me pizza.”

joel’s chair swivels round to face you. “an’ why would i do that when i’ve got chefs here?”

you groan. “‘cause i want a real greasy pizza from the place down the street.”

“tough shit, now get to workin’.” you whine at his words, kicking your legs against the sofa like a spoiled toddler as you reluctantly get off of it and walk out of his office.

the rest of your shift goes by in a breeze. it’s not busy tonight, so you spend most of the time by the bar flirting with javier. he even pours you a shot and shows you the blind spot, pulling you close to him when you take the shot like a champ.

the guests tonight were easy. you had gained a lot of money in tips, and you, destiny, and lucy were sat counting your tips at the bar by the end of the night. you were stood behind the bar with javier, leaning your chest against it and you knew he was getting a good view of your ass because you had purposely put yourself in this position.

“mama’s done good tonight!” destiny cheers, throwing her hands up in the air, her knotless braids swinging as she does so.

“same here!” lucy squeals and you join too. you had to have javi recount your money just to make sure you’d done it right.

“feeling like a millionaire already.” the shout causes the girls to laugh, and javier shakes his head with a smile. he gently pats your ass, telling you to go change so you can sleep.

you do as he says, linking arms with destiny and lucy as you change into your original clothes once you get back to the dancer’s room. you’re sat with adele, your head resting on her shoulder like a child with her mother when joel’s voice baritones through the door demanding you.

you give a swift kiss to adele’s cheek, bidding your departure to the girls before stepping out of the room.

when you look at joel, you catch sight of something in his hands. a medium sized pizza box, the order written on the top. just a plain cheese. you feel a smile itching its way onto your face because he probably did it based off the basics but a cheese pizza was your favourite kind.

“i did this so you’d shut up for once in your damn life.”

“you love when i talk.” you grab the pizza box out of his hands. “thank you.”

his hands return to the back your neck, but this time you swear you feel his fingers gently stroke the skin but you don’t want to say anything, too scared he might strip you of your pizza privileges.

so you prevent the quip of your lips ready to perk up, swallowing down your happiness as you make your way to his car, and start to wonder if maybe you should annoy him more often if it meant you got free food.

yeah, maybe you should.

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a/n: reader who does not give a fuck and says what she wants x joel who’s just trying to commit a life of crime but there’s a menace in his way (ft. javier peña seducing reader and reader flirting with him)

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augiewrites · 6 months

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“secret admirer” - dead poets society (part 6)

summary: y/n is introduced to the dead poets society and faces a shocking realization

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.2k

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Morning was quickly melting into the afternoon, and Y/N had yet to get out of bed

Currently, they were staring at the ceiling, thinking about a certain brown haired annoyance. Thinking about how nice his voice sounded when he recited Shakespeare—about how nice his voice would sound reciting the poetry being delivered to them. He wasn’t that bad when Y/N really thought about it.

They needed to stop thinking.

Thankfully, a distraction swiftly entered the room, launching a muffin at Y/N’s head.

“If you’re not going to get out of bed, you at least need to eat something,” Quinn started in on Y/N, “are you dying? Be honest.”

“Physically? No.” Y/N grimaced, “Bran? Really?”

“If you wanted a chance at anything good, you should have gotten out of bed.”

A stare down.

“You’ve been shutting me out, Y/N. Remember when we used to be friends?”

Y/N picked at the muffin, mumbling, “It’s not on purpose.”

Quinn’s frustration turned to worry as they sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed.

“What’s going on with you?”

“I don’t know. My parents are on my ass about my grades, I have a fat crush on a stranger, and all my time is being taken up by schoolwork that I couldn’t care less about.”

Quinn smirked at Y/N, “Seems like you do know, bud.”

“I just wish I knew what the end goal was,” Y/N’s voice cracked, “if he even has one.”

“He has to come forward at some point, Y/N. Either that, or he slips up and you find out anyway. If he doesn’t, then he’s a coward and doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

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Y/N ventured out for dinner that evening after spending the afternoon ignoring their responsibilities with Quinn.

They were enjoying themselves until six familiar boys entered the dining hall. Usually Y/N would be happy to see them, but today their presence did nothing but remind them of all the bad emotions swirling around their head.

The group of boys gave Y/N friendly smiles and a few waves from across the room as Meeks broke off and headed their way.

He sat down in the empty seat beside Quinn, blushing slightly.

Meeks gave Quinn a small smile and a nod before turning to Y/N, “Will you be there tonight?”

Y/N pushed some stray carrots around their plate, “I don’t know, Steven…”

“Y/N, you have to come,” a nervous glance at Quinn, “you’ll understand. Might even help feed your soul a bit.”

“…Okay.”

“Okay?”

Y/N couldn’t help but to smile, “Yes, nerd—I’ll be there.”

“You won’t regret this. Trust.”

The boy shot a smile at Y/N, and then to Quinn before leaving the table—returning to his friends that had been periodically sending confused looks across the room.

Quinn was gaping at Y/N.

“What was that? Where are you going? Is he going to kill you? Should I be worried?”

Y/N let out an incredulous laugh, “I think I’ll be fine…not really sure where we’re going, though.”

“To his killing lair, probably.”

“I could take him.”

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Y/N slipped outside that night and was thankful that the temperature had yet to drop below freezing.

They were going to ditch if Meeks didn’t show up in the next five minutes. A guard dog was barking in the distance, and Y/N didn’t need a demerit on top of everything else.

Meeks’ hushed voice calling their name snapped them out of their thoughts. Pitts was trailing along behind him.

“Come on,” Meeks took Y/N by the wrist, “follow us.”

The further the trio moved away from campus and into the woods, the more worried Y/N was that Quinn was right.

“You guys aren’t taking me out here to kill me right?”

The boys laughed with a chorus of “no” and “trust us.”

“You sure,” Y/N grinned, “the cloaks aren’t really helping your case.”

Meeks exclaimed, “It’s cold!” as Pitts simultaneously laughed out, “it’s not a ritual killing if we don’t wear matching outfits.”

“Not funny,” Meeks pointed an accusatory finger at Pitts before looking at Y/N, “we’re here—watch your step.”

Y/N entered the small cave and was met with varying looks of surprise from four other boys.

“What the hell are they doing here?” Charlie blurted out.

Neil stepped forward, pushing on Charlie’s shoulder so he would take a seat, “Don’t mind him, Y/N. You’re more than welcome to be here.”

Y/N gave the boy a smile, looking around the cave in awe, “What is this?”

“This,” Knox outstretched his arms, gesturing around the small space, “is the Dead Poets Society.”

“Holy shit,” Y/N let out a small laugh.

“Here, take a seat,” Meeks guided them to a flat outcropping of rock before looking around at the others with a smile, “let’s get started.”

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After the boys threw a variety of snacks onto an outstretched coat, they recited an excerpt from a worn looking book.

Thus, the meeting commenced.

The boys went around the circle, reading various writings from the book and some of their own creation. Y/N’s heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time.

Todd held out the book in offering, his eyes twinkling in a way they had never seen, “Y/N?”

Y/N took the book with no hesitation, flipping through the pages until it landed on one of their favorites from Whitman.

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you. […]

The boys cheered—Y/N’s heart soared.

I could easily fall in love with any of these boys, they thought, my poet could be anyone here, and I would be the happiest person on the planet.

Charlie—who had been uncharacteristically quiet thus far—gently took the book from Y/N, standing up as he cleared his throat.

“This poem,” Charlie thumbed through the book before looking around the cave, his eyes lingering on Y/N’s for a beat, “reminds me of someone whom I admire.”

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Y/N suddenly had tunnel vision, and they barely registered Neil springing into a Shakespearian monologue.

Dalton? That poem—could he really?…

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final part

a/n: the next part will be the last <;/3

taglist: @vvnbxz @edb954

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 1 month

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- canine, but mine (pt. 1: acquaintances)

pairing: huang renjun x reader

au/genre: hybrid!au, fox hybrid!renjun, human!reader, virgin!renjun, smut, fluff, angst (?), the au is kinda unserious

don't like it, don't read it, okay... *sighs*

also, don't publicly shame me for any inaccuracies. i admittedly do not ready many (read: any) hybrid fics...

word count: 2860 words

warnings: HYBRIDS!, bullying, comforting, petting (not the sexual kind), semi-public diddling, mentions of virginity, cumming untouched, the base of renjun's tail is very sensitive......., sub!renjun ig

a/n: happy renjun day! 🦊

taglist: @jaeminnanaaa17 @i6renj

Ever since Renjun remembers, life has not been kind to him. Born not out of love between two people, but created in a laboratory for scientific research purposes, born not to be a part of society, but as an experiment for a potential weapon; part animal, part human, but not really part of either of those worlds.

Only after hybrid-rights-protests forced the government to take action against hybrid experiments, he was freed; free, but not really free, because that he'll never be. Instead, unloved by his creators that he could never bring himself to call parents, he continued growing up in a foster home, surrounded by kids that were nothing like him, kids that looked different than him, and kids that did not believe in the concept of "thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself". The days he was not kicked by them, he was at least laughed at, mocked, or judged.

Renjun, objectively, knows that it's not his fault that he looks different, that he is different. He was just born, or rather: brought to life, with a set of orange fox-like ears on top of his fluffy, brown hair, a soft, bushy tail, tiny little fangs, and claws that he always keeps neatly trimmed to not accidentally hurt anyone.

The bullying did not stop when he started going to school, nor did it lessen the older he got. Kids are mean, Renjun knows that by heart, and he's never even had a friend. When he was 14, the girls in his class dared each other who would be brave enough to "kiss the freak", when he was 16, people started inviting him on dates only to laugh at him with their friends when he showed up all excited, and when he finally finished school and started going to university, he thought it would all be different. To be fair, he was no longer pushed into lockers, he was no longer spat at and people stopped pulling at his tail for fun, but the mocking did not stop. And even when he met another hybrid, a popular, big white tiger hybrid, he didn't receive any sympathy. God how he wishes to at least be a cool, strong hybrid, like a lion or a bear... or even a wolf! Why did they have to make him a stupid fox...

Ever since that day, he's told himself one thing: you're going to work hard, get through university and get a good job in the big city... where there are lots of hybrids and lots of supporters.

At this point, Renjun is fairly used to the bullying. With his goal in mind, he doesn't fight it, he just lowers his head, his ears laying flat against his fluffy hair as he waits for it to be over. He guesses that people are just not ready for hybrids yet.

One can only imagine his upmost shock when on the first day of the new semester, someone willingly sat down next to him. Admittedly, you were 5 minutes late and there were no other seats available, but you didn't beg anyone to please scoot over just so you didn't have to sit next to the weird guy with the tail. Renjun vividly remembers this day in philosophy class, as the professor went on and on about Henri Bergson and how the sand wasp instinctively knows where to sting the caterpillar to paralyze it, while Renjun was just smitten by the girl sitting next to him without gagging.

Unable to talk to you, he was just sitting there, smiling shyly to himself at this small act that seemed so big to him. He remembers almost falling off his chair in shock as you "psst!"-ed at him and awkwardly asked for a pen since you forgot yours. He remembers having to pinch himself as you smiled and thanked him, and told him you thought his shirt was cute. He remembers looking around in case you weren't really talking to him as you said, "see you next week!"

And when in the following weeks, you kept sitting down next to him even though there were other seats available, he was almost sure this had to be a dream. But it wasn't, and when during the third lesson, you softly asked for his name, he was this close to bursting into tears.

A few weeks into the semester, Renjun is currently sitting at the library, trying to memorize the different forms of utilitarianism. As always, he's sitting in a separate study room that he booked just for himself – a precautious attempt to not get made fun of as he's trying to concentrate. He crosses out his second attempt of trying to spell deontology correctly as he notices someone passing by the glass door to his study room. A moment later, the person backs up and looks inside, and he realizes it's you.

His heart stops for a moment as you begin smiling and waving at him, and he slowly lifts his hand to mimic the action hesitantly. Of course, you take that as an invitation to come in.

You close the door after slipping inside, still talking in a low tone as not to disturb anyone outside.

"Hey~" you say and sit down across from Renjun. He smiles and bites his lip nervously, "hey."

"You here all alone?" You ask softly, "is it okay if I sit with you?"

Renjun blushes. He knows you didn't think anything of it, but mentioning his lack of acquaintances is a bit of a sore spot for him.

"Sure... if you want," he says shyly, still not completely trusting that you're not going to turn this all around and make fun of him.

"Only if it doesn't bother you," you smile, "I'll be super quiet, promise!"

His smile is getting more genuine as you talk so casually to him. He just starts feeling a bit more comfortable, when sudden movements in front of the glass door make his head lift up.

A group of guys is standing there, pressing their faces against the door, clearly mocking his fox ears with their hands behind their heads. His heart sinks, he should've known this was going to happen today, it always happens when he's out in public.

"What-" you ask, noticing the pained look on his face and the way his ears are pointing down as he feels a wave of shame overcome him. You turn around, taking in the group of guys who're still silently making fun of the fox hybrid. "What the fuck..."

Renjun's ears twitch in surprise as you stand up, and he waits anxiously for what's about to happen. You rip open the glass door, lifting your finger into their face before speaking to them, hushed but still loud enough for a few people to lift their heads. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did your mom not teach you manners? You should be ashamed of yourselves, you're university students, cut the crap with your preschool bullying, you fucking assholes," you tell them, and Renjun's eyes widen comically. You... you're standing up for him? For him?!

"If I see you doing this one more time, I'll get you kicked off campus... Now go back to being worthless idiots somewhere else. Leave him alone, I swear to God..." you say before closing the door, flipping them off, pulling down the blinds, and heading back to Renjun. To Renjun's upmost surprise, the guys actually left, and looking embarrassed at that, possibly because you just made one hell of a scene – and it's probably the sexiest thing Renjun's ever witnessed.

You sit down again, this time next to him. "You okay?"

Renjun breathes out shakily, ears twitching, tail swaying back and forth nervously. He's not sure what to make of this, someone standing up for him, it has never happened to him before. And before he can stop himself, he blurts out the question he's been asking himself since the moment your ass cheeks touched the surface of the chair next to him in that first philosophy lesson. "Why are you so nice to me?"

You halt, furrowing your brows. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He seems even more confused by that answer. "Um... You know, I'm a hybrid? Maybe you find that weird?"

You blink at him, "why is that weird?"

"Don't you... think I'm weird?" He asks. "Odd? Repelling? Freaky? Off-putting?? Anything???" He keeps listing adjectives as you keep shaking your head no. "Why... would you stand up for me?"

"I just don't like bullies," you state nonchalantly, "plus you're really cute."

Renjun's eyes bulge out of their sockets, tail curling up so suddenly that he feels like he's almost broken something in there. Maybe you're an animal friend, maybe that's all he is to you? "Cute? Like the fox parts or...?"

"Everything about you is cute. The fox parts are cute, but you'd still be cute without them."

Renjun just stares at you. This can't be real. He pinches the palm of his hand several times without you noticing, but he's just not waking up. If this is a dream, which he's almost certain it has to be, he could do anything he wants right now... like making your head explode- just to be sure! He concentrates greatly on it, but your head stays intact. He gives up. "You're not disgusted?"

"What?!" You look utterly confused, then your features soften into a look of concern. "Are people... usually disgusted by you?"

He nods without hesitation. "Usually, they just point and laugh, sometimes it even gets worse than that..." Renjun can't even bring himself to cringe as you put on a brave expression and tell him you're going to protect him from now on, because this is honestly the best thing that's ever happened to him. His heart melts at your words and it's hard to believe he's actually being comforted. There are no jokes being thrown around, no mockery, not even any pity. For once, Renjun feels like there's someone who wants to protect him. His lower lip quivers slightly as he holds back tears, and without thinking, he leans forward and places his head on your shoulder.

He hears you coo quietly, lifting your hand to his back and pulling him closer. "Is... is it okay if I stroke your hair?"

Renjun closes his eyes and nods. The warmth of the hug is comforting, the touch of your hands is gentle and soothing. His tension quickly dies down as he melts against you as he realizes that he has never felt like this before. And as you begin gently scratching and massaging his scalp, his ears begin twitching and relaxing at the feeling of your nimble fingers. He tries to hide the innocent pleasure that's shooting though his body, not sure if you would think it's odd, but his heartbeat is increasing rapidly. Your fingers feel like magic as they brush against his ears and scratch the base of his scalp. Suddenly a little too unhinged for his liking, he begins purring and nuzzling your neck, enjoying every single bit of your touch.

"God, you're adorable..." you say softly, making sure to pet him behind his ears and Renjun's entire body fizzles with pleasure at the feeling. As if it has a mind of its own, his tail curls around your legs. "Is this okay? Have you ever been pet like this?"

Renjun hums in delight, "I've always dreamed about getting pet like this..." Your fingers begin gently playing with his ears. At first, they twitch nervously, but soon, he relaxes into the touch. He notes that his ears are very sensitive when being touched by someone else that isn't himself, and he loves the sensation.

"They're so soft... I could pet you like this all day," you say softly, making Renjun smile.

"Do you...," he hesitates for a bit, "want to touch my tail too? It's even softer..."

"Do you want me to?"

Renjun nods shyly, lifting his tail a bit for easy access. The moment your fingers begin brushing over his fur, he shivers, whimpering slightly. Every other time, whenever someone's touched his tail before, it was rough and mean, but the way you oh so gently run your fingers through his fur makes him almost lightheaded.

"Your fur is so soft...," you whisper and he hums in response, eyes already closed as he gets lost in the feeling. His tail makes small circles behind your leg when you brush over the fur, he whimpers softly as your fingers move further up towards the base of his tail.

Your fingers feel so good, unlike anything he's ever felt before. He keeps questioning if this is love, or if this is what it feels like when someone really cares, but all he knows is that he craves more and more of this all consuming feeling, when suddenly, he lets out a short, loud moan. The tips of your fingers have unknowingly reached the base of his tail, causing a jolt of pure, white, hot pleasure to shoot through his body.

Shamefully, he buries himself into your shoulder, his tail curling around your leg. He's mortified as your movements pause for a second, he's sure he's messed up now, but then your scratching picks up again and he breathes out shakily, body twitching at the feeling.

You keep going and going, and he begins moaning softly.

"Is this still okay for you?" The softness of your voice makes his heart melt.

"Mhm..." is all he is able to bring out at the overwhelming sensation of being touched there for the first time.

"Have you been touched here before?"

"N-never..." Renjun whines softly. He's feeling himself harden in his pants, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and he's sure you noticed.

"Are you a virgin, Renjun?"

The question catches him off guard, but honestly, he's too far gone now to feel shy about it. It seems that you have picked up on how sensitive he is, and he can't really blame you for your assumption. You seem so open and accepting of him that he doesn't even hesitate before slightly nodding his head, "yeah..."

"And you're sure that you want to experience... this with me?"

The feeling of your fingers on his tail intensifies with every second, Renjun feels dizzy, there's barely any blood left in his brain at this point, all of it damming up in his cock and every other sensible part of his body. "yes.. yes...!"

It seems like this is all you needed to hear to speed up your movement, fingertips scratching and petting him in the most arousing way possible, forcing whimpers and moans from his mouth. "Aahh... Ah..." He tries to hold back, but the sensation is too much for him. Your touch is too nice and it's making him lose control as he bites his lip to keep himself from letting out a vocal response, but it's not enough. He's starting to tremble, breath getting heavier as he begins panting harshly. This sensation surely feels very close to how he feels when he's about to cum.

And just the attentive person you are, you speak up about it. "Are you gonna...?"

"I... Aahh... I think so..." He says, his voice shaking as he speaks. "It feels so nice..."

Experimentally, you move your fingers to the underside of his tail, and Renjun's body jolts in pleasure, his whole body jerks as he moans out, mouth slightly open while keeping his voice down as much as possible given your current location. He reaches up and grabs your wrist to make you keep touching him there. "Please..." He says in a thoroughly pleading voice. "Don't stop.."

As he forces his eyes to open, he notices your eyes on him, your face so close to his, and his eyes inevitably dart down to your lips as he gasps for more.

Of course, you take it as an invitation to kiss him, and as soon as your soft lips merge with his, Renjun knows that he's going to cum. He feels like he's actually going to faint as the pleasure reaches new heights, your kiss building the tension up and up, his head spins as he feels himself tighten up.

Your movements quickly send him over the edge. The intensity of the sensation is making his body shudder as he pulls you closer toward him and he lets himself go, muscles tightening even further as he releases into his pants with a high-pitched moan.

Your hands carefully stroke over his tail again, your unoccupied hand coming back up to his hair to help him calm down. He's breathing heavily, body feeling fuzzy inside at the attention and from his intense release. "O-oh, God..."

"That was so hot...," you whisper, gently kissing the top of his head. He lets out a soft giggle. You successfully have made him blush once again. But just as he's really, fully calming down, he inevitably notices the sticky feeling between his thighs and cringes.

You chuckle softly as you notice the look on his face. "Maybe we should get you to a restroom..."

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darnell-la · 1 year

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Hi love your work can u do a billy hargrove bully smut with innocent reader please. Hope ur well xxx

Hey, I’m sorry that I’m 2 weeks late. I’ll have to be better at post within the week when I get a request. This is the best I could do at 2am so if this isn’t good enough, please contact me what you guys specifically want. Thank you for the support and request. I love you guys!! Bully Billy and Inncoect reader is something I love writing and reading about and now I can finally post :))

As always, instead of y/n I’ll be using Scotlynn who is one of the owners of this Tumblr account.

word count: 4.3k

Bully!Billy Hargrove x innocent!reader

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SCOTLYNS POV

Today's another day. Another day of hell. Another day of being bullied and another day of having to interact with Billy. The bullying has gotten so bad that I've begged my principal to change my classes. Of course, he denied me.

I'm currently walking through the doors to my first class, hoping like any other day that Billy would be sick and not be in class today but that's not going to happen. It never does. He's already smirking at me from his seat that's right next to mine.

"Fuck," I cussed under my breath as I held my books close to my chest and walked through the group of jocks that are standing in my way like usual. I swear they do this on purpose to get under my skin.

"Wassup Scotlyn," Max, my ex said as I stood in front of him and his friends. "Could you guys please move for the thousandth time?" I annoyingly asked. "Yeah, of course, sweety," he said like he use to say when we were dating.

I rolled my eyes and walked through the group, about to sit down at my desk until I felt big hands grab one of my ass cheeks, causing me to yelp as I turned around, swatting at his arm.

"Max!" I yelled at him, feeling embarrassed and violated. I have my mini skirt on today so he basically gripped my bare ass, allowing people who looked to see my bare ass cheek. He's sick.

"What baby? I'm just having a little fun. You know, just like old times," Max said as he pulled me into him by my waist. I tried pushing him off of me but at the same time, I didn't want to hurt him.

"Don't fight me, baby," he whispered in my ear. I begged him to stop making a full of me until someone pulled him off and punched him directly in his face. Billy. Billy Hargrove.

"You annoy me. Go sit down," Billy looked down at Max before going back to his seat to sit down. Everyone in the class looked at me like I knew what that was about. I can't seem to know myself. Why would he defend me?

I slowly sat down at my desk and got situated for class. "Got my work, Mrs perfect?" Billy asked. I softly sighed as I opened my notebook and pulled out his paper. "Yes," I said before giving it to him.

"What's with the attitude? I just helped you out," Billy said as he slightly turned towards me. "I didn't ask for it," I said, hoping he'd just get the clue that I don't want to talk to him. I never do.

"I don't know where that bitchy attitude came from but you better fucking drop it," Billy said, sounding angry already. "Whatever," I said under my breath and quickly regretted it.

Billy had gotten up and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me out of my seat and out of the class as the students watched. The class doesn't start for maybe 10 minutes and the teacher is always late.

"Billy, hey! Billy! Billy, what the fuck!" I said as he basically dragged me down the halls. "Billy, let me go! Stop it!" I yelled at him. That's when he stopped, grabbed my neck, and pushed me into the lockers.

"Shut it! Shut your fucking mouth!" Billy pushed me into the lockers a few times until I finally shit my mouth. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? You have balls now?" Billy asked, waiting for me to answer.

"It won't go well for you if you're trying to stand up to me. I'll fucking ruin you, do you understand?" Billy asked as he choked my neck harder, causing some tears to build up in my eyes.

"Use your words, princess. You don't wanna make me mad, right?" He asked. I shook my head. "Words!" He yelled in my face. "No!" I cried out as he chuckled with a smirk.

"Good girl. Do you know how cute you are when you're obedient? Maybe if you lost that potty mouth of yours, I'd treat you better. Want me to treat you better?" Billy asked as he leaned into my face.

"Want me to stop bullying you? Stop me from making a full of yourself so you can walk around school all happy?" He asked, now inches away from my ear.

"Maybe I'll do that, but only if you act right, baby," he whispered before pulling back so that he was inches away from my face now. "You gonna act right for me, baby?" He asked, completely catching me off guard.

I was so focused on the way he was talking to me and what he was saying that I didn't even notice him pressing up against me. I can even feel him through his pants.

"Yes," I said, feeling like I was in a trance. Billy chuckled as he backed up. Fuck. I can't believe I just put myself in that stupid situation. He's definitely going to use that against me for the rest of my school life.

"You're confused, aren't you?" Billy asked. I nodded my head, yes, instead of seeing his face change. "Y-Yes," I responded how he likes it. God, what's wrong with me?

"Come here," he said, but I stayed frozen. "Now!" He growled slightly. I quickly pushed off of the lockers and walked towards me, stopping right in front of his face.

I was confused, thinking he'd make fun of me, tell me to do his work, or maybe push me around but to my surprise, he grabbed my face softly with both of his hands and started kissing me.

I quickly melted into the kiss, taking in this moment that probably won't ever happen again. Billy slowly moved one hand down my body until he harshly but softly gripped my ass cheek that Max grabbed earlier.

"All mine," Billy said in between the kiss. I whined at how sensitive my body was getting from his touch. From Billy Hargrove's touch. I never thought of anything like this with him but I can't seem to not want it.

Billy slowly pulled away, causing me to whine and try to pull him into me to get more but he "Ah uh," me ask he slowly pushed me back. I whined, angry that his lips weren't on me, only making him chuckle.

"You were bad to me within 2 minutes. You don't get what you want right now," Billy said as he looked down at my lips before looking into my eyes.

"Your lips are calling me though," he said, making me feel butterflies. "Ever kissed anyone as you kissed me, baby?" He asked. "I- No. Yes, but like, no," I stuttered, making a full of myself.

"What's his name?" Billy asked. His face changed faster than he could blink. "I-I don't think u should say. He's kind uh- He was kind of in a relationship," I stuttered.

"So you're a slut? A home wrecker?" He asked as he shook his head like he was disgusted. "No! No, he just pushed me into a bathroom and tried making out with me. I stopped him though," I said.

"Hmm. He'll pay for that. Anyone else sweetheart?" He asked. I stayed silent, not wanting to tell him their names because now I know he'll probably beat Jason for kissing me without my consent.

"Tell me and don't lie because if I find out, I'll ruin you," Billy said, inches away from my face, once again. "I-I can't say, Billy. I don't want to," I said, scared to tell him that.

My heart grew faster with every second of silence. He's just staring at me. I feel like I'm shrinking and he's getting bigger. He's already so much taller than me.

"Get to class," Billy demanded in a voice so different from this whole conversation. He switched up so fast. I quickly sprinted back to class, not wanting to stay in his face and make him rethink letting me leave.

"What!? No, please. You know me and he do not get along," I begged the teacher as he assigned people to work together every weekend on our projects that were due by the end of the year which is months away.

"And that's why you guys will be perfect partners. This assignment is about getting along and having fun during your senior year. You guys will do great," he said then went back to assigning other people.

"Fuck," I said under my breath as I placed my face into my hands. "What's up with you?" Billy asked. I can hear the smirk on his handsome devilish face. I hate him.

"Don't. Please, not right now," I said, keeping my face in my hands. "Why not?" He asked as he moved his chair closer to me. "Billy, please," I said under my breath to keep myself calm.

"Come on. Don't have this bitchy attitude when I'm over tonight," Billy said, making me pop my head up and look up at him. "You're not coming over to my house, Billy. We're not going this," I said.

"Oh yes, we are. Your parents aren't even home tonight so why are you scared?" Billy asked. "What the- How the fuck do you know my parents aren't home tonight?" I asked him, confused and a bit worried.

"Heard you talking to your little girlfriends in the hallway," he said. "Why are you staking me, man," I said. "Stalking? That's funny," he said as he relaxed in his chair which is still close to me.

"What time are you coming?" I asked in the saddest way I could possibly ask. "I'll be there when I'll be there. You just focus on getting into something cute for me," he said with a chuckle.

"Not gonna happen," I said as I rolled my eyes. "Oh really?" He asked as he turned his whole body forward to me and leaned in my face. "Can you back the fuck-" I tried saying but he cut me off by gripping my wrist.

"Don't start that attitude shit with me. Don't cuss at me and don't you fucking roll your eyes at me again. Yeah, I saw it. Watch yourself," Billy seemed angry but of course, I couldn't care less. He shouldn't put his hands on me like he does.

"Billy, let me go," I said as I liked him in his eyes to seem intimidating but I'm not. Not one bit and he definitely knows that. I hate that he knows that because he knows how far he can get with me.

"You didn't want me letting your pretty little face go when my tongue was down your throat," Billy smirked. "Oh my god, Billy," I went to pull away but he didn't let go.

"You know, maybe you're acting like this because you're scared. You a virgin, baby?" Billy asked, causing my heart to skip a beat. He can't know that. He'll definitely make fun of me for it.

"No," I took a while to reply back. "You sure, princess?" He asked as his free hand tracked up my mini skirt. I stood still because that's what a non-virgin would do right? They'd let whatever happen like it's normal right?

"Yes, I'm sure so can you stop fucking touching me you perv," I said and not even a second later, his hand around my wrist was around my neck. How are people not seeing this? How is the teacher not looking up from his computer right now?

"Don't you ever call me a fucking perv, do you understand me?" He asked but I didn't respond. I tried unwrapping his fingers but he was too strong. How is he this strong?

"Do you!?" He growled in my face. "Y-Yes," I stuttered, scared that he'd snap my neck if I didn't reply. "You really think I'm a perv? Me kissing you wasn't pervy, but you know what would be?" He asked me with a slight chuckle like he loved the idea in his head.

"If I'd cum in your pretty little spare panties you have in your locker so you'd walk around with a gift. Now that would be pervy," he said, inches away from my face. How does he know I have spare panties in my locker? Those are for the gym.

"But you'd like that, right? Since you're not a virgin and all," he sarcastically said. Fuck, he definitely knows I'm a virgin. "Billy, please let me go," I said low, not wanting to talk to him anymore. Billy looked into my eyes for a while longer with a slight smile on his face before letting me go and paying his attention to whatever video was playing for the class that no one is paying attention to.

SKIP LATER THAT NIGHT

It's currently 10 pm and I'm in my room, watching a movie and happy that Billy didn't show up today. He probably went to the party that his friends planned to have today and I was praying for him to go to.

After what helped in class and in the hallways today, I don't think I can be with him alone. I've never let a boy get this close to me like I let Billy do.

Kissing me with my full consent, letting him touch me close to my core. Not call him out for looking into my locker at my panties. Letting him grab my neck, wrist it waist.

For some reason, when he does it, I don't feel as uncomfortable as I think I'd be. With anyone else, I'd scream or punch them but Billy... When I push him away, I'm not even using much energy.

*doorbell rings*

I jumped at the sound of my doorbell going off which rarely happens. I don't have many friends and usually, they text me if they plan on coming over to my house.

I slowly got up, praying to God that this isn't Billy. It's too late for this. I walked downstairs as my heart began to beat faster than before. Apart from me doesn't want him to hear but a big part of me is slightly happy he is.

"Who is it!?" I shouted only to get someone chuckling back. Fuck. It is him. I sighed as I slowly u locked my door and then opened it. "You lock your doors, good. At least I know you're smart and responsible," he said before passing me.

Billy kicked off his shoes and neatly placed them next to my door where the shoes are supposed to go. He then took his Jean jacket off and hung it on the coat hanger.

"What are you doing here Billy?" I asked, knowing why he was there. "To study. Let's go," he said as he made his way upstairs. "Billy it's late! And I was planning on studying down here," I said as I followed him.

"We'll that's too bad. I'm not a stranger so you can take me into your room. Unless mommy and daddy don't allow boys in your princess room," he said in his annoying baby voice to mock me.

"You're so annoying," I said under my breath as I passed him to go to my room after he stopped because he has no idea where my room was. "You accept quickly. I'll keep that in mind," he said as he followed me into my room.

"Your room is nice," Billy complemented which was totally unexpected. "Uh, thank you," I said with an awkward smile. "Not girly but I wasn't really expecting that from you. You're pretty different," he said.

"It's not a bad thing though! Just saying," he made sure to add. "So where do you want me to sit?" He asked. "We can sit on my bed. The books are there anyways since I was studying a while ago," I said as I turned my TV down a little.

"It's getting boring. Let's play truth or truth," Billy said as he closed his book before taking me and closing it. "Billy! You can't just stop in the middle of studying," I said. "Says who?" He asked before reaching into the bag he brought with him.

"Uh, what is that?" I asked as he pulled out a big unopened bottle. "Ah come on. Don't tell me you're a virgin to everything," he said. "What!? I'm- I'm not a virgin," I said.

"Yeah, sure. Anyways, the game goes like this. We ask each other questions and if you can't answer, you drink and if you can't drink anymore, the person gets to do whatever which is anything," he explained.

"Anything?" I asked. "Yeah. Like take your glasses, take your hat, take your sock, or whatever," he suggested some ideas which don't seem too honest to me. "O-Oh, okay," I said as I got comfortable on my bed.

"You start, princess. Give me what you got," he said. "Oh uh, have you ever snuck out?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "Have you?" He asked back. "No, I would never," I said.

"Yo innocent huh?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess," I said in a low tone. "Uh, have you ever snuck anyone into your house?" I asked. "Nah, not yet," he said with an unnecessary smirk. He's up to something.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, causing my heart to begin beating fast. "I don't want to answer that, Billy and you-" I tried saying. "Then drink," he cut me off.

"But I've never-" I tried saying once again. "Drink," he said in a slightly aggressive tone. I stayed still, hoping he'd just let this go but he didn't. He handed me the bottle.

I sighed as I took it out of his hand slowly, not wanting to drink because I'd never done it before. What if it doesn't taste good and I throw up everywhere?

"Billy," I said, scared to do this. "It's not bad. I promise," he said, waiting for me to try. I took a deep breath as I placed the bottle up to my mouth before tilting my head back to get a small taste but I ended up getting a lot.

I spit some of it out and began to cough as I gave him back the bottle. "Guess I get to do whatever," he said as he closed his bottle and placed it on the side before slightly pushing me down on my back.

"What- What are you doing?" I said as he tugged at my night shorts. "Wait, Billy! Billy, stop, I don't have underwear on. Y-You can take my shirt, at least I have my bra on," I said but he ignored me and forced my shorts down I tried fighting to pull them up but he was too strong.

"I'm not taking your clothing, Scotlyn," Billy said in a tone like I was dumb. Like I wasn't getting something. "T-Then what are you taking?" I asked as he fondled his belt.

"Just stay still and let me do this without you pissing me off," he said as he pulled himself out. "What!? No, Billy! Billy, get off of me," I started pushing at his stomach after he came up closer to me.

"Scotlyn! Scotlyn!" Billy yelled my name louder the second time as he grabbed my wrist and placed them over my head. "Just let me put the tip in and then this will be over, okay? I can do whatever, remember? Remember we agreed to that?" He asked.

I nodded my head as I looked into his eyes with my scared eyes. He can't tell I'm scared. That's why he switched his tone up a little bit to not scare me even more.

"Good girl. I want you to relax and let me in just a little. Just the tip, okay princes?" He asked. I slowly nodded my head as my heart slowed down at how softly he was talking to me.

"That's a good girl," at first I didn't notice he was pushing at my entrance until a little bit of his tip slipped into me. "B-Billy," I stuttered at the unfamiliar filling.

"Shh shh, calm down. I got you. Let me prepare you, okay?" He asked before spitting on his fingers. He's okay rubbed his spit around my entrance, causing me to whine at the area he was touching me.

"Ssh baby, I know. I know it's a different feeling but I'll make you feel fucking awesome," Billy said before pushing the rest of his tip into me. I covered my mouth, hoping I wouldn't let out too much but he seemed to like it. He's looking me in my eyes with a smile.

"You look so beautiful, baby," Billy said as he leaned into me. I wanted his kiss so bad but cried out at the feeling of him pushing his whole length into me. "Billy!" I cried before he placed his lips over mine.

"Ssh Ssh," he said onto my lips as he slowly began to thrust his hips. "Billy billy billy!" I repeated because of the unfamiliar foreign feeling of being stretched out and wet. I've been wet down there before but not this wet. It feels different. It feels good.

"Scotlyn, calm down. You'll be fine," Billy said as he leaned up and grabbed my waist to get a hold to fuck into me a little faster since I was stretched out enough for him. I kept whining and begging him to slow it down but he ignored me. I don't really want him to stop anyways.

"Billy, fuck! Please, slow down, I can't. I can't take it," I cried out as I leaned my head back and slapped at his chest a few times. "P-Please," I whined loudly as this feeling began to fill my stomach.

"God, you're so fucking tight. Been keeping this for me, huh? Kept them dirty jocks away just for me, huh?" He asked as he sped up. "Oh, I know you have. Because you know that if I found out about anyone being in my little girl, I'd fuck you harder than this. Might have even done anal to teach you a lesson," he threatened.

"S-Slow down, please," I begged as I wrapped my hands around his back and scratched at it. "Fuck — Fuck, don't do that baby. Gonna get me close," he said, triggering my mind. I'm not on the pill.

"N-No! Billy, I'm not on the pill," I got to pushing at his stomach and chest again, hoping he'd pull out before it was too late. "Oh don't worry baby. I got your pill with me," he said. He planned this out.

"S-Still, I can't," I said. "Why?" He asked keeping his paste as he looked into my glossy eyes. "I-I just can't, Billy," a few tears rolled down my face as my legs began to shake a little. I really can't hold this knot in my stomach. And I'm going to cum?

"Why can't you, huh? Cause you wanna keep that first time for some other dude at the school? For Jason? For Garret, you've been flirting with, huh?" Billy asked. How does he know about Garret?

"Oh yeah, I know. I know you how around. I'm surprised no one's gotten to you before. I bet you'd like to be a little prey for the school. For the boys to hunt down and use, wouldn't you?" Billy asked but I didn't answer. I don't. I've only had some thoughts of Billy using me like this.

"Wouldn't you!?" He yelled in my face. "No! No, I wouldn't!" I cried out. Billy gripped my neck and tightened his other hand on my waist harder than before as he leaned toward my face.

"You opened your legs so fucking fast for me. You're a little weak whore that I only get to use. I only get to bully. I own you, do you understand me?" He asked and I quickly nodded but slowly.

"Mhmm, and if I find out you're doing anything, even the slightest thing to make people think you're single and not take, I'll fuck your little cunt full of my cum and show them, do you under fucking stand!?" He aggressively asked as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"Y-Yes!" I dragged as my legs shook and I began to release all over him and my bed. "Fuck fuck fuck, please, fuck!" I basically screamed. Billy tightened his grip around my neck to watch my screams be taken away from me.

"Fuck, you're so hot. Do you know how good it feels? Fucking your wet little pussy while you cry for me. While you cum all over my dick like you've done this a million times," Billy started praising me.

"Billy," I whined at the overstimulated. "Ima eat your pussy dry after I fill you up, baby, so you better get used to that after the shock of your pathetic little orgasm," he teased. Why does he still have to bully me? And why is it so fucking hot?

"Whining at being degraded? What a sad and silly little thing. You don't know what you got yourself into, baby. I'm going to ruin you and put you all back together because I love you," Billy said as his hand that was on my waist, softly grabbed my face.

"Yeah, I said it. I'm fucking in love with you. It's pretty hard not to see but you're a dumb little whore so it can definitely pass your mind. But it's okay, baby. I love you that way. Innocent and clueless. And also cock drunk," Billy slowly deep stroked into me.

Billy smashed his lips onto mine, probably thinking I'd be too tired to kiss him back but I gathered my energy and joined with a moans following. I never knew I'd be this in love with him. How can he make me fall in love with him like this? He's mean but I'm beginning to love it. I think I've always loved it...

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✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.

✧ word count: 8.5k+

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The music was loud, I couldn't even hear myself calling his name . It was dark, making it hard for me to find him as I walked through the crowd. I would push people out of my way, some too high or drunk to hear me asking them to move.

Bumping into a group of guys someones drink tipped over and the beer spilled on my shirt making me scrunch my nose at the smell. "sorry, i didn't do it on purpose" the guy laughs, as he eyes you.

"don't worry about it"

you push through them, ignoring their stares. Where the fuck are you yoongi. you kept walking until you found a familiar figure who's body was pressed up against another girl. sighing you walk up to him. "Yoongi" you call out, but he ignores you and continues to dance with the girl, getting frustrated you call his name again only to have the girl give you a glare.

Her hand travels down to his pants as he palms him, making him smirk. "yoongi" you whine. Putting your hand on his shoulder, shaking him. He groans, turning his head to look at you, annoyed.

"what do you want y/n"

why the fuck are you looking at me like that, I'm the only one who can be mad here.

"I want to go home" I cross my arms, showing him just how annoyed I was too..

"then go home" he goes back to paying attention to the girl in front of him. "but you drove us here, yoongi come on"yoongi sighs, reaching his hand into his pocket. He takes out the keys tossing them at you "just go home"

"Yoongi, seriously?" I whine The girl with him was getting angry, she lets go of yoongi and stands in front of you. "bitch didn't you just hear him. he said to go home on your own" she pushes you, making you stumble backwards, bumping into other people.

yoongi groans, ruffling his hair.

"you're still standing there" she lifts her hand to hit you again, but yoongi grabs her wrist. "there's only one thing that pisses me off and it's when someone disrespects her" pushing the girl aside he walks up to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he glances at the girl once more "you ruined the mood"

yoongi starts to walk, taking you with him. you glance at the girl who was shocked at his words, she glares at you once she notices your stare. you stick your tongue out at her.

"you're such a child" he chuckles. Looking at the guy who was just over there feeling himself, instead you see your best friend. "i'm not a child"

"yeah ok, as if people our age still stick their tongue out at people" he rolls his eyes, he starts scrunching his nose. he stares at you "did you drink?"

"no, some guy d-"

"what guy? what he do?" he stops walking and looks at you with a stern look. as if he was sober all of a sudden.

sighing you shake your head "I bumped into some guy and he spilled some on me" you begin to walk towards the exit. "can we go home now?" you ask him, as he walks beside you. "yeah, let's go home, i'm too fucked over and we have classes tomorrow" he sighs, rubbing his temple. you laugh at him, since you told him coming on a Sunday was just a bad idea, but he insisted.

Min yoongi, your childhood best friend. both of you were raised in daegu but moved to Seoul after entering university. Both your parents were best friends, so you both were basically raised together. photos of the two of you in diapers or butt naked in the tub are all over the house. After both of you got accepted to the same university, your parents got you both apartments in the same building, right next to each other.

your father gave yoongi the responsibility to look after you, and he's kept his promise. You both are like gum and paper, inseparable.

driving home, yoongi sat in the passengers seat resting his eyes. He was tired and wasted, but still had reason.

"I'll wake you up tomorrow" you sigh

"thanks babe" he groans, as he feels the headache coming already.

babe, your hands tighten on the wheel, making your knuckles turn white. he always says things like that. Or he treats you in a way that's misleading.

You've had a crush on him ever since high school. But he only ever treats you like a sister. As if he didn't see you as the opposite sex. It was annoying.

you tried to get his attention, wearing make up. but he'd laugh at you and said you looked like a clown so you stopped.

you wore clothes more revealing, when you went over to hang out. He would laugh and said you looked desperate, and that guys didn't like that.

but yet he would hold your hand, or hold you like he did earlier. call you pet names. you both would still share bed sometimes, when you stayed over and he didn't look bothered at all.

but your ego was crushed when he introduced to you his first girlfriend. later on rumor went around saying he was just a fuck boy.

they were facts.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

Holding yoongi up, you walk towards his apartment " help at least a little. you're too heavy" you whine, as he is dozing off.

stopping in front of his door, you make him lean against the wall as you try to open the door. "y/n" he murmurs

"yes?" you say nonchalantly as you continue to open the door

you suddenly feel his arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder "y/n" he whispers next to your ear, startling you. You drop the keys, as your heart beat begins to race.

"y-yoongi, the keys fell" you stutter as you tap his hand, trying to make him listen to you

"pick them up then idiot" he sighs

"but you.." sighing you bend over to reach them but end up straightening back up. you could feel how the blood rushed to your face, as you bent over you felt his bulge against your ass. "yoongi please, move away" he groans, letting you go. he grabs the keys instead, handing them to you with a stupid smile "here, wasn't that hard was it"

it was pretty hard....

you hurry to open the door, afraid he would grab you again. he holds onto the wall as he takes off his shoes.

you help him go to his room, he just drops on the bed once you both enter.

"yoongi, you're such a handful" you puff out air, frustrated.

"you're one to talk" he laughs

"what ever, i'm going home" you put his jacket on his chair and his keys on the table

"don't go, it's late already" his voice raspy as he gets comfortable on his side.

"yoongi, i live right next door" you chuckle

"still" he murmurs as he dozes off.

entering your apartment, you head to the shower.

you were tired from sitting in the night club all by yourself.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you get ready, as you call yoongi for the 5th time. trying to get him to wake up but he doesn't answer.

you walk over to his apartment, using the separate key he had given you to get in. "MIN YOONGI GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED" you yell as you kick your shoes off

walking into his room, you find his pants and shirt on the floor. His habit of getting naked doesn't go away.

"yoongi, wake up" you whine as you pick up his clothes from the floor. his watch was on the side of the bed. you reach over him, to get the watch to put it away. But yoongi pulls you into a hug instead. "y-yoongi!" you yell

"shut up, you're so loud. my head hurts" he groans, turning around. he pulls you onto the bed, using you as a body pillow. "I told you this was gonna happen"

"yeah yeah what ever" you love hearing his raspy voice....

"we're gonna be late" you push his hair away from his face, he just hums.

this is the face of the man who treats you as his little sister. but yet he does things like this, calls you babe or other names. Makes your heart flutter.

he groans before laying on his back, "fine, lets get ready" and with no care what so ever, he gets up. only in boxers. walking to his closet to look for clothes. you blank out and stare at him before quickly getting up but trying to not make it obvious "i'm gonna make breakfast" you say, as you walk out the room

you both sit down to eat, there was silence. but it wasn't awkward, how could it be? you both knew each other so well.

"does your head hurt?" you ask him, only to receive a nod

"i told you not to drink so much"

"i know, i know" he waves his hand as a way of saying to forget about it.

"i'm gonna come home late, so don't wait for me" he gets up to place the bowl in the sink.

"and don't wash the dishes, i'll do it when i get back" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before leaving. He had a class before you, so he left first.

not listening to his orders you cleaned up after yourself, it only makes sense since you cooked. after washing the dishes you notice he still had unfolded laundry in the living room. so you folded them for him, and put them in his room.

Mrs. Min asked you to look after him, since he's always in a rush. you fix his shoes at the entrance before leaving. "this guy, even if you're in a rush. fix your apartment" you sigh as you close the door behind you

"good morning" you sigh, as you turn the knob making sure the door is locked.

"morning" you mumble, grabbing a hold of your bag tightly

you look at the man who stood behind you but there was a distance. daehoon, he's been hitting on you ever since you moved here.

"leaving yoongi's place again?" he raises a brow, looking cocky as always

" is there something you need?" you ask, trying to get straight to the point.

he shakes his head, giving him a small bow you walk down the staircase

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

You were tired, and the lecture was boring. you were fighting with yourself to stay awake.

"hey..maybe go wash your face" Jihye taps your arm "you're gonna fall asleep" she chuckles

"yeah..sorry, take notes for me please" getting up from your seat you head to the bathroom. taking out your phone you see it's yoongi's free period. you decide to call him, and as you wait for him to answer you hear a phone ring.

stopping in your steps you look over at the lecture hall that had dimmed lights, you smile knowing damn well he's probably sleeping in there. you open the door to the lecture hall, the phone continues to ring. you open the second set of doors slightly. only to hear a girls voice

"maybe you should answer" she was out of breath

you stand there holding the door

"fuck..don't worry about it" you see how he the call ends on your side. staring at your phone in one hand you continue to hold the the door open with the other hand.

you begin to hear yoongi's groans and heavy breaths as the girl calls his name. and you knew exactly what they were doing. But you couldn't move, you were frozen in place.

suddenly your phone vibrates in your hand, snapping you out of what ever trance you were in, letting go of the door you exit the lecture hall and head towards the bathroom.

opening your phone you see jihye texted you, letting you know the professor was going to give a pop quiz. sighing you turn to walk back to the class, passing the lecture hall once more. you didn't spare any look at it.

there was no need to wash your face, you were fully awake.

you only had three classes on monday, so you head home early sometimes. usually you wait in the library for yoongi and you both go home together but you knew where he was gonna be now. it was clear he was out linking up with some random girl.

that's just who he was...

as you walked towards the parking lot, Junho calls out your name.

"hey" you tell him, as he runs up to you

"what are you gonna do today?" he says, completely out of breath

"uh nothing..i'm heading home" Junho was a friend from your calculus class , you both are completely lost at times. so you sometimes study together.

"there's a party, wanna come?"

"what?" you were confused as to why he asked you. you don't really socialize with people, it's not a specialty you have.

"I just notice you don't have much friends"

"did you run to look for me?" you ask, noticing beads of sweat on his forehead

"yeah" he laughs awkwardly

how am I suppose to say no to him?

"uh sure..just send me the address"

he nods, giving you a thumbs up "see you there at 5"

looking at your watch you see its 3pm, it gave you enough time to go home and change. you take out your phone, opening yoongi's message you were about to tell him where you were going but your thumb stopped over his contact name.

"he always ditches me like this...." turning off your phone you shove it into the back of your jeans, getting into your car.

once you got home, you stood in front of your closet. wondering what to wear. pushing things aside and groaning at the fact that you have nothing.

"should i just text him that i can't go..." your phone rings and you look at it. Junho sent you the address and wrote "i'll be waiting for you"

you really wished you had said no, how could you forget that you are the least sexy person from everyone who is gonna be there.

pouting you lay on your bed "i hate this.."

looking at the photo on your night stand you remembered something, soobin your friend from back home gave you a dress as a present. and said to use it only on a special occasion...

this is a special occasion...right?

getting up you open the other side of the closet, getting the white box from the top shelf. you stare at it for a good minute, your phone rings again. taking a deep breathe you open the box to take out the dress. looking at your watch once more you notice you've wasted an hour looking for something to wear.

"stop over thinking it, just do it" placing the dress on the bed you get ready.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

parking a bit far from the house you sit in the car, taking deep breaths..."i've never done this without yoongi..."

you were getting anxious, you texted Jihye and asked if she was at the party but she said no.

you pleaded for her to come, but she said she had to study for a exam. she just kept repeating to have fun instead.

"y/n stop being a coward" you step out of the car, you were wearing heels but the heel was short. you weren't a fan of all the extra stuff. plus you loved your feet, you didn't want them hurting. making sure the band was secured on your ankle you walk towards the house.

there was people socializing outside and others were on the porch. no one paid attention to you, so you passed through the crowd rather quickly.

taking out your phone you text junho that you were here. you stand at the end of the staircase, waiting for him to come.

looking around you notice a lot of people from your department. some glanced at you and smiled.

"you're not here with yoongi?" one of his friends walk up to you "oh..uh no i came alone" jimin was yoongi's friend, we were in different departments so you rarely saw him.

"that's new" he smiles

"i invited her" junho speaks up as he comes down the stairs

jimin chuckles "don't give him reasons to get angry with you" he stares at junho

"don't worry about it" junho smiles, they clearly didn't like each other.

you don't interfere in their conversation. but one thing is for sure yoongi can't tell you who you can't and can hang out with.

"come on y/n let's get something to drink" junho puts his hand on your back, you tell jimin goodbye.

as you both walk away jimin shakes his head "you're lucky he said he wasn't coming today. i'll let you have your fun" he walks into the living room to join the rest of his friends.

entering the kitchen, junho serves you a light drink. you both stand in the kitchen, watching everyone else yelling at the guy to chug the whole bottle of tequila.

"you look pretty when you dress up" junho says suddenly

"are you saying I don't look pretty every other day" you laugh, taking a sip from your drink

"don't twist my words" he laughs

"thanks" you smile, he just nods

"junho...why did you invite me, i'm such an awkward person" your lips form into a thin line, as you watch everyone else having a good time.

"that's why I invited you, if you would just open up you will be making so many more friends then just jihye and me"

"i have more friends than just you two, i have yoo-"

"yoongi doesn't count, he acts more like your guardian than your friend" he sighs

"and neither do his friends, i mean people you can have fun with like this" he points at the crowd "people think your unapproachable"

you felt a bitter taste in your mouth..how could you be perceived to not have anyone wanna be your friend

"y/n?" a girl calls out your name

you both turn to look at her, she was with two other girls

"where's yoongi? did you come alone?" they had a surprised look on their face, and i was starting to understand what junho was trying to tell me. I was just living in yoongi's shadow

"I came alone" I take another sip from the drink, the girls just nod at my answer "you look pretty in that dress" the other girl speaks up

"thanks.."

"come on, lets go over there. don't just keep her standing there" the girl walks up to you and pull you outside to where the crowd was. you stood among everyone else, cheering at who ever was chugging the beer. your heart raced, for the first time it wasn't cause of yoongi.

MEANWHILE....

"i seriously didn't wanna come" yoongi groans as he enters the house, the loud music was already heard as he walked up to the house. he found parties like these annoying. "lets just hang out for a bit, and then we can go to my place" the girl grabs his arms, wrapping them around her as they walk into the living room

"oh shit, yoongi I thought you weren't coming" taehyung speaks up. they were playing beer pong

yoongi shrugs, arms wrapped around the girl. jimin glances at him, wondering if he should tell him. or go warn y/n that yoongi was here.

"your turn" namjoon nudges jimin's arm.

she'll be fine he thought as he walked up to the table.

about 15 minutes passed before yoongi got tired of playing with the guys.

yoongi sat down on the sofa, with the girl on his lap. she was playing with the buttons on his shirt, as she whispered things into his ear. he just had a smirk on his face as he caressed her leg.

"I really didn't think we'd ever see her without yoongi" his eyes divert to a group of girls and a couple of guys who were standing on the side talking.

"right? and she never dresses up either" the other girl speaks up

"she's pretty tho, always wears make up but goes for a natural look every time"

"really yoongi? you're not paying attention" the girl on his lap grabs his chin making him face her. lips brushing against each other, he chuckles "sorry about that" he leans in to kiss her.

"i think junho brought her" the guy mentions

yoongi and the girl begin to make out, but for some reason he keeps listening to this damn conversation.

"junho? doesn't he like her?"

"i think he does, i guess he took his shot since yoongi isn't around"

what? he thought, the girl grabs his nape as she tries to deepen the kiss

"not gonna lie but y/n is hot" the girl says, and they all laugh, his eyes widen at the mention of your name. pulling away from the kiss he gets up, making the girl fall off his lap onto the sofa.

"yoongi?" she says his name, but he ignores her. walking to the group of people who mentioned you. one of the guys see yoongi coming "fuck, when did he get here"

the girls look at yoongi and they knew just what he was coming over here to ask.

"why are you guys talking about y/n" his voice stern, he glares at the guys

"cause she's here..."

"what?"

the girl steps up and looks at yoongi "junho invited y/n, they're outside in the back" yoongi was in complete shock, this is the first time you did this. turning around he walks toward the back.

"what's up with him?" namjoon asks

"y/n's here, she came with junho" jimin takes a sip from his drink

"y/n?" all the guys say in unison, completely shocked

jimin nods "i saw her come in, i thought yoongi would enter right after her but she just stood there as if she was waiting. so i went to ask and then junho said he invited her" jimin shrugs

everyone stares at each other before quickly getting off their ass and rushing after the angry yoongi, they couldn't miss the show.

yoongi opens the door to go out to the back, and he stands there looking out at the crowd. trying to see if you really were here, or if everyone just mistook someone else for you.

he scans the crowd, finally seeing junho and right next to him he sees you there smiling at him .

"you've got to be fucking kidding me" he grits his teeth.

"are you having fun" junho asks

"yeah" you laugh at the guy tripping over his own feet.

"you should get out more often, without yoongi. have fun on your own, you know" he says as he takes another sip from his drink

"i think i will" you smile at him, your arm suddenly gets pulled and you drop the cup from your hand. startled from the sudden touch you smack the hand away.

and to your surprise you see a very pissed off yoongi, staring right at you.

"yoongi.." you say his name softly

"yoongi? thats all your gonna say? what the fuck are you doing here" he yells at you. people began to stare and you felt your anxiety rise up.

"i invited her" junho speaks up, only making everything worse. yoongi turns to look at him "you shut the fuck up, i'm not even talking to you. I don't know what gave you the idea that you could bring her to these places bu-"

"i wanted to come" you speak up, your hands made into small fists as you yell at yoongi

caught off guard, he is in fumes at the way you're acting.

"we're going home" he grabs your arm again, pulling you out of the crowd

"no i don't want to" you whine, junho followed behind you guys. as yoongi takes you into the house

"how much did you drink"

"i didn't even drink much, junh-" pulling you towards him he puts his hand on your back, there was a opening in the back. the skin he touched began to get hot "stop saying his damn name" he growls. your hands were on his chest, as you stopped yourself from crashing into him

"yoongi, she just came out to have fun, weren't you here with someone? it's rude to just leave people like that" junho had a smug face as he spoke to yoongi.

"keep talking and i'll beat that look off your face" yoongi clenches his hands into fists

here with someone? you look behind yoongi and see the same girl from the club

i see

pushing him away from you, he continues to argue with junho

"ok ok break it up guys. you're making a scene" namjoon steps in between the two guys. but he was especially talking to yoongi

"fuck this, we're leaving"

"no, i want to stay. and he's right aren't you busy" you were annoyed, he said he was gonna be home late. all to come to this party and then probably go to this girls house just to....

"i wasn't asking" yoongi finally gets a good look at your outfit which only made him more furious that everyone especially that asshole was looking at you. people who never cared, noticed you once you showed a little skin.

stupid y/n seriously

"i don't care, i'm not going" you cross you arms, ready to argue with him. you didn't know where the confidence came from. maybe from the drink you had.

or maybe from the fact that he was ditching you for her.

or maybe because you were tired that he only saw you as a younger sister.

"get your ass outside the door" he clenches his jaw

"no, i'm not moving from here"

"fine then" without giving you a chance to even fight him, he picks you up. throwing you over his shoulder

"yoongi, are you crazy? put me down" you yell.

junho was about to say something but namjoon stopped him. He walks to the door, you just covered your face in embarrassment as people just looked at you.

once he stops in front of your car, he puts you down. but he presses his body against yours to stop you from escaping.

you were pressed against the car as he stared at you

"what are you doing here, instead of being at home"

"i'm allowed to have fun too"

he wasn't liking how you were suddenly acting out, you usually listened and behaved.

"what are you mad about"

"what?"

"you're acting out for a reason" he moves the hair from your face, tugging it behind your ear

"i'm not mad. as i said, i can have fun too. not just you"

"fine then, don't tell me. give me the keys, we're going home"

handing him the keys he takes off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders. " get in" he says as he open the car door for you.

you don't fight with him and get in the car.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

The moment he parked the car I didn't waste time on opening my door and getting out. "y/n!" yoongi calls out my name as I rush into the building, walking quickly.

"this fucking girl" yoongi slams the drivers door, walking after you.

pressing on the elevator button you put your arms into the sleeves of his jacket while staring at the number going down indicating it was about to arrive

"don't walk away when i'm fucking talking to you" he finally catches up to you.

"go away, don't you have something to go do" you don't spare his feelings at all, you were testing his patience "y/n if you wanted to go you should've just told me"

"why?"

"what"

"why do i have to tell you" the doors open and you step in, he enters right behind you. you lean against the wall as he pushes the button to the floor, the doors begin to shut.

"y/n, if I did something to bother you just tel-"

suddenly someone stops the doors from closing, you both look towards the doors. there stood your annoying neighbor "hey guys " he grins as he looks at you.

the doors close and all three of you just stand there, you wrap yoongi's jacket around you covering yourself. yoongi didn't know that he made you uncomfortable. you never told him how you feel his stares every time you leave the apartment.

yoongi grabs your arm as the doors open, pulling you out the elevator as he walks towards the apartment. if there was one thing that bothered him it was people getting in his business, that's why he stopped talking once daehoon entered the elevator.

"yoongi, let go. i'm gonna go home and shower" you pull your arm from his grip

"stop testing my patience" since he had your keys, he opened your door. once you enter your house, you take off your heels and rush to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

"i'm not leaving until we talk" yoongi yells from the other side.

you sit on the edge of the tub,fidgeting with your fingers as you stare at the door. getting up from the tub you hold onto the door knob, about to give up and go talk to him...but then you remembered the girl from the party and you got angry again.

you drop his jacket on the floor, along with the dress letting it pool your ankles, stepping out you turn on the water. you did exactly what you told him, you showered.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

yoongi walks away from the door, he brushes his fingers through his hair. he was tired and wanted to go to sleep, but he needed to talk to you cause he could see that something was bothering you.

he drops on your sofa, getting comfortable. he tugs his hands under the pillow only to feel something hard, confused he pulls out what was a book.

he sits up looking at the book "and she says I'm unorganized" he chuckles tossing the book on the coffee table. he was about to lay down but he glances at the book once more, reading the title

My Secret Lover

reaching for the book he turns it over as he reads the back "this girl" he grins, shoving the book under the pillow again, instead he leans back on the sofa with a smug look on his face...he could use this to tease you one day .

he knew you had a bookshelf in your second room filled with mature books but to think you'd be clumsy enough to leave one out made him laugh. you were always careful to make sure not to leave them out.

he looks at his watch, it's been over twenty minutes since you shut yourself in the bathroom. he gets up, about to walk to the bathroom to knock on the door when he finally hears the door open.

"about time you com-" you step out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame. he stands by the sofa staring at you as you ignore his presences and walk past him.

"go home yoongi, i don't wanna talk" you say as you open the door to your room. turning to look at him. he looked unbothered by your appearance and it only made you more furious.

you shut the door from your room. you sit on your bed once your done getting dressed waiting for him to enter since you heard him leave but he came back.

time passed and you didn't hear anything, you get up, opening the door to take a peek outside.

"yoongi...?" you call out his name.

you step out of your room only to have him grab your by your waist pulling you into a hug

"i'm sorry" his face buried into your shoulder, your hair in his face letting him smell your shampoo.

"w-what?"

"yoongi" you whisper his name

his arms swiftly move to your thighs as he picks you up, you wrap your arms around his neck "what are you doing" you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist "just shut up" he enters your room, placing you on the bed, he lays down on the opposite side. you sit there dumbfounded "let's just go to sleep" he says, grabbing your hand he guides your hand to hug him. your head on his chest as he holds you.

your heart began to beat fast, you were afraid he'd hear it or feel it.

"you can go out and have fun, at least tell me" he sighs

you started drawing circles on his chest, you felt guilty for acting childish...but you found something out today.

you're not your own person...when people think of you they think of yoongi..

"yoongi...i want to go out with friends"

"you can go out with your friends" he stares at the ceiling.

"without you?"

"yeah, why not"

"even with guy friends"

the conversation he heard earlier at the party replays in his head, junho likes y/n.

"yeah" he says with a bitter taste in his mouth.

he feels how your lips arch into a smile against his chest, he had this feeling in his chest. Did he do something wrong, why would you wanna go around without him?

"yoongi"

he pats your back "sleep, i'm tired"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

A week passed and everything was how it's always been. You guys leave together if there is time, other days you go your separate ways. Junho and you were gonna go out to karaoke with jihye, you told yoongi through message and he only responded with a "ok".

entering the booth you guys reserved you noticed it was just Junho in there. "where's jihye?" you ask as you take off your jacket, placing it on the sofa behind you. "she said she wouldn't be able to come" he was scrolling through the songs.

you stare a at junho confused, jihye didn't tell you she wouldn't be able to make it. "we should've came another day then" you say as you take a seat, picking up the microphone.

"why? we can just hang out" he smiles.

junho didn't make you uncomfortable, in fact he was one of the few guys you trusted. he finally chooses a song and stands up "i'll go first"

MEANWHILE.....

"why are you so angry" jin hands yoongi a burger

"i'm not angry" he scowls

all the guys knew why, y/n was finally stepping out of her comfort zone. what bothered him the most is that it was with none other than that asshole, junho.

"why don't you just tell her that you don't think she should hang out with him and that's it" taehyung speaks up as he takes a sip from his drink.

"No, i told her she could be with her friends"

"but he's a dick, isn't he?"

"what makes yoongi any different" hoseok speaks up "you do the same shit he does, i think this is karma" he chuckles

yoongi clenched his jaw, he wasn't wrong. junho and him are the same.

"you're not helping" jimin shakes his head at him in disapproval.

taehyung's phone vibrates and he takes a look at the message, as everyone else talked and he found out something interesting.

"where's y/n right now?" taehyung speaks up

"she's out with jihye" yoongi sighs, as he rubs his temple. annoyed by the whole situation.

"just jihye?" he asked again

"taehyung if you have something to say stop dragging it out and say it" namjoon yells at the boy who likes to create tension for no reason.

"fine" he hands the phone to namjoon, making him say it out loud for being so damn pushy

"what is it?" yoongi says, annoyed

"y/n is alone with junho, jihye isn't there" he turns the phone around and a photo of the both of you in the booth alone is displayed for yoongi.

what? you said you were gonna be with jihye, messages started popping up saying stuff like

"is he gonna finally ask her out"

"is this gonna be their day 1"

"where's yoongi"

yoongi gets up and walks to the mini fridge, taking out a beer.

"dude, just talk to her" namjoon tries to take it away but he failed.

"she can do what ever she wants, i'm not her owner" he says as he tosses the bottle cap onto the table.

the phone rings in your pocket as you watch junho sing another song totally off key. reaching for your phone you see it's namjoon calling you. your brows frown in confusion, he never calls you. yoongi made you save their numbers in case of anything but this was a first.

getting up you excuse yourself and step out the booth for a bit. "hello?"

"y/n? sorry to call you suddenly" he chuckles awkwardly

"oh...don't worry..did you need something?"

"yeah..yoongi is wasted, can you come get him?"

"wasted? how much did he drink" you sigh rubbing your temple.

"sorry, i should've stopped him"

"it's fine, send me the address please" you hang up and walk back inside the booth "sorry i have to go" you give him a apologetic smile.

"what happened?"

"yoongi needs me"

it annoyed him hearing you say his name, especially the fact that you'd run out whenever he called you. "i need to tell you something" he grabs your hand

you look at him, and then both your hands "uh..can it wait.."

"no"

"but.."

"i like you.." he squeezes your hand, catching you completely off guard

you stare at him confused, not able to utter a single word.

"i like you y/n"

yeah i heard you the first time...

"please give me a chance, and be my girlfriend"

"i...i.." you gulp as you pull your hand away from his "i'm sorry but i don't feel the same way.."

grabbing your jacket you wanted to get out of there quickly, walking to the door you were about to open it to get out. but he stops you as he holds onto the door.

turning to look at him he had you caged between his arms

"junho.." you were beginning to feel nervous, he was staring at you with lustful eyes

"do you like yoongi?" he grabs a strand of your hair

"w-what?"

"do you like yoongi, is that why you said no to me" he stares at you directly making you more nervous.

"it doe-"

"forget it.." he stares at your lips, your hand is trying to reach for the door knob as you watch his moves.

he begins to lean in slowly towards you "junho, get away" you said quickly, just as his lips were getting close you cover your mouth making him chuckle.

"yoongi isn't boyfriend material..you're only gonna get hurt" he brushes your hair behind your ear

you finally find the door knob, pushing the door open with your back. you take the chance to walk away not looking back.

getting in your car you lock the doors and you are finally able to breathe. you were so anxious that you were holding your breathe this entire time. your hands were shaking and you didn't think you could drive.

you needed yoongi..suddenly your phone rings and you stare at your bag, wondering if it was junho.

taking out your phone you're relieved it's yoongi. taking a deep breath you answer the phone. "hello?"

"y/n? don't rush over here. i'm fine, just that i fell asleep and these idiots thought i was a wasted" he smacks his lips as he curses at someone there and you hear them laugh

you felt a pressure leave your shoulders, as you let out a puff of air

"what's wrong"he asks

"oh..nothing, i'll be there soon" you tell him

"alright.." he hangs up, and you felt more calm after hearing his voice.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

once you arrived to the house, they told you to go around to the back entrance that leads to the basement right away.

doing exactly as they said you find a very drunk jimin sitting in the back yard watching the moon. he scared the shit out of you making you scream.

"dang girl you got some good lungs" he laughs

"what are you doing just sitting here in the dark, you scared me" you yell at him

he chuckles "the door is open, go inside. i'm just here getting air" you nod and quickly go inside.

the place was nicely furnished, there was a pool table on the side along with a bar. a huge sofa towards the end of the room with a huge television mounted on the wall. there were some arcade games along the wall.

as you walked down the stairs you see the guys playing on the poker table that wasn't visible from the staircase.

"man fuck you yoongi" jin drops the cards defeated

yoongi grins as he takes the chips from the middle "oh y/n your here" taehyung calls out your name, yoongi quickly looks up at you.

giving them a smile "hey guys.."

"sorry they made you come, even though you were busy" yoongi hands taehyung the cards to shuffle.

"don't worry..i was gonna leave soon"

"did something happen?" he asked concerned to why you would leave so soon

"oh jihye didn't come so junho and me weren't gonna stay for long.." you stand next to his seat as you look at the game in front of you

"you sure that's it?"

"yeah" placing your hand on his shoulder he nods

"wanna play?" jin asked, he saw how uncomfortable you were.

"no..i'll just sit over here" you smile, walking towards the sofa.

"no it's fine" yoongi gets up "we're leaving, it's late anyways" all the boys complain, telling him not to go but yoongi threatens to beat them with the pool stick if they didn't shut up

"lets go" yoongi puts his jacket on, extending his hand out to you. you gladly took his hand, walking up the staircase to leave the basement.

stepping out of the basement, you find the drunk jimin sitting outside just as how you left him. he smiles at you guys as you say goodbye.

"don't stay out too long, it's cold" yoongi tells him, jimin only nods.

yoongi sits in the passenger seat, while you drove.

"yoongi"

"yeah" he says with a groggy voice, since he was fighting with his sleep to stay awake.

"i'm not friends with junho no more"

"how come"

"he told me he likes me"

"i guess you said no?"

"i didn't feel the same way about him" you stare at the road ahead of you, wondering if you should tell yoongi that he tried to kiss you

yoongi grins at your response "that's so brutal, you said no and broke your friendship with him" he chuckles.

you wanted to tell yoongi to stop being friends with that girl from the party. junho's words kept repeating inside your head.

getting home, you both went to your own apartment, yoongi watched you enter yours before going in his.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

staring into the mirror the next day you were determined "i'm gonna make yoongi fall for me" you tell yourself in the mirror your hands made into little fists. you forced a smile, but it soon turned into a frown "i don't even know how to attract him" if you could turn into liquid you would be a puddle of disappointment.

your alarm rings and you rush to your front door, quickly putting on your shoes. "yoongi leaves around this time" you whisper to yourself as you wait for the sound of his door to open.

Your plan? well it wasn't easy coming up with one. You stayed up all night trying to think of it

first, the reason why yoongi is always away from you is simple, you never wanted to get in the way of him being with his friends. so now, you will try to hang out with them more often..

second, if he says he's gonna be out late. tell him you're bored and wanna go with him too.

third, just as he casually touches you...do the same

fourth, try to stop him every time he is gonna run off with some girl.

fifth, find out what type of girl is his ideal type

sixth, learn to dress up and do better make up

and last but not the easiest....get him to look at you and only you. As you go over the list in your head, you hear a door opening outside. you take a deep breath, and open your door too.

yoongi looks up at you confused "good morning?"

"hey yoongi" you smile, making him chuckle as he locks his door "what you doing up so early?"

"I have something to do today" more like someone to go see...

"oh yeah?" you walk up to him, hooking your arm with his "let's go together yeah?"

"alright" he says nonchalant as you both walk out the building, you made up your mind, you have to be confident if this is gonna work. even if you'll die of embarrassment later on your own.

he walks up to your car, thinking you were going on your own. but instead you just stare at him "babe, let go" he laughs "why? i thought we were leaving together?" you tilt your head in confusion.

cringing in your head at your own attempt of being cute, but the way the word 'babe' rolls off his tongue so easily as he addresses you bothers you somehow.

"i got something to do after school"

"i don't know, after what you did yesterday. we should set a rules" you cross your arms looking at him with a stern look

"rules?"

"yeah, if you have fun one day. you can't have fun the rest of the week" you smile at him

his brows raised as he had a questioning look "and why should we implement this rule, what reason?" that's a good question. the reason? i don't want you out with random girls, but rather with me.

"you are always going out, and never spending time with me" you pout, dying again inside.

he looked confused before laughing but you did not react the way he thought you would. "wait you're serious?..if you're lonely just tell me" he laughs, putting his hand on your back, you guys start walking to his car. "fine i'll cancel my plans, lets hang out later"

success

you asked him what he was planning to do and he said "hang out with the guys" i was gonna tell him we could go together, but having him to myself first..to test the waters would be better.

once you guys arrived to campus you told him to drop you off in a completely different side that you usually don't go t.. since you were being weird all morning well he just shrugged it off and went to class.

you guys agreed to go grocery shopping and then head home after classes.

you walk into the unfamiliar building, nervous to be doing what you are about to do. there is one thing you wanted to learn, and you just couldn't learn it on your own.

opening the white door with pink circles decorating it you walk into a room with desks filled with make up. hair irons everywhere and there were people sitting on these chairs as others did their make up.

"hey" a girl walks up to you

"hello.."

"are you new to the department"

"no..actually i wanted to know if you guys could teach me to do make up, just a few tips" you speak quickly as your anxiety was kicking in

the girl looked at you with a blank stare before laughing and calling you cute "alright, come with me. i need someone to practice on anyways"

you sit down in front of a mirror and she spreads out some make up in front of you "so what looks are you trying to go for?"

"natural" you say quickly

"but your make up you have on right now is nice, i think you got it" she smiles

"but i want something prettier" you fidget with your fingers, the girl stares at your hands and then you "ok i got an idea"

you came to school three hours early....you spent about two hours trying different looks and one hour trying to replicate them yourself.

"thank you!" you bow your head and the girl just smiles "no thank you for letting me practice on you. come again!" she hands you a small pouch of some make up that went really well with you. you were heading to your side of the campus while trying to open your bag when you heard a familiar voice just as you were gonna turn the hall. stopping in your steps you just stand there and listen "he fucking ditched me again" the girl complains

"yoongi? again? weren't you guys also gonna meet up yesterday too" another girl speaks up, a voice you didn't recognize.

"don't be so clingy you know he doesn't like that" she laughs

"i'm not being clingy" she complains, after catching a good look at her face you noticed her make up was as if she was getting ready to be recruited to go to the circus.

looking at the pouch in your hand you felt uneasy.

you could never wear the type of make up she does. turning back to walk to the same room you were practicing in and handed the pouch to someone else who was there since you didn't find the girl who had helped you

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you wait in the library, since he has one more class left. you were trying to figure out who is his ideal girl, cause if that bitch you just encountered was it...well then you lost cause you didn't wanna be like her.

you swipe through your phone looking at your wishlist, what book should you buy next. while you were distracted looking at your phone you didn't notice someone was hovering over you, looking at your phone over your shoulder.

"what a naughty girl" yoongi whispers by your ear making you yelp in surprise, only to cover your mouth as people glared at for being loud

yoongi laughs at how you could easily be scared, hugging you as he tried to not laugh louder you pinch his arms. "why would you do that, you scared me" you whisper angrily.

"you wouldn't be scared if you were searching for your little books in such a public place"

"who looks over people's shoulders, only you do" you exclaim. you felt how your cheeks were getting red, you knew he knew about the books you read. his nosy ass went into your room and picked a book out.

teased you for months after that. jihye also teases you, telling you to just try it with someone else in real life already. but the idea of having sex with someone..it made you anxious...

"ok ok, lets go already. i'm hungry" he grabs your bag, carrying it for you as you both walk down the stairs to get to the other side of the library closer to the exit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

THE LIST

1) hang out with his friends, do things he likes

2) stop him if he wants to stay out late

3)touch him casually just like he touches you

4)try to stop him every time he is gonna run off with some girl

5)find out his ideal type

6) ̶l̶e̶a̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶u̶p̶

7) get him to look at you and only you

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EP 6 . the meeting (2) — note ¹ : the second part is finally here ~ and ou this is getting serious 🫷🏻our y/nwon are making MOVES ? we surely know that they are down bad for each other your honor ☝🏻 n e waysss my loves enjoy the episode <3 reblogs and feedback is welcomed ):

Jungwon returned to the backyard where the other boys where. Jay, Sunoo and Sunghoon were sitting on the porch while Jake, Riki and Heeseung where just messing around.

— 'Who was it buddy ?' Jay asked, jungwon's heart was still beating pretty fast as he sat on one of the chairs. — 'One of your sister's friend, they are now in her room' Jay nodded his head and looked at his phone again.

— 'Well Jungwon tell us' Jake approached the place where the other one where, Riki and Heeseung following after him. Jungwon looked at them confused — 'About the girl'

It is the right time to tell the boys that the girl from his university ? He wanted to but if he did they boys would probably tease him for the rest of the day.

— 'What about her ? It's just a girl i saw at uni nothing more' He answered playing with the ring on his finger while looking at his friends.

— 'Why are you so nervous then ?' Riki asked looking at Jungwon's hand playing nervously with the silver hoop. He stopped right after.

— 'You guys will never leave me alone won't you' All his friends smiled at him, the answer was obviously a no.

While the boys where talking in the backyard, the girls where having their own conversation in Yunah's room.

— 'This is the perfect opportunity y/n please let us help' Minji said while you were laying on the bed with your head hidden under the pillows. — 'You guys knew it and didn't tell me that's so mean'.

— 'But now we all know so we can help' Hanni said — 'Yunah ask your brother if we can hang out with them please' she added. You got up as quickly as possible looking at your friends with open eyes and tense jaw, Yunah on the other hand has a smirk plastered on her face.

She then started running downstairs, you and your friends running after her.

She opened the door that leads to the back yard, her brother and his friends looked at her with a shocked expression. — 'Slow down big girl, what do you want' Jay asked — 'Can we stay here for a bit with you guys?' Jay looked weirdly at his sister, she never asked him something like that before. But he didn't actually mind at all so he looked at his friends searching for their approval, all of them nodded their heads at the idea.

Jungwon and you, on the other hand, were a complete nervous wreck. Your eyes met and you smiled at him, the same way you always do whenever you are around him, trying to look relax and calm. Even though you weren't at all.

You and your friends stepped out of the house. All of them took all the empty seats, leaving the only one right next to Jungwon on purpose, they had a smirk plastered on their faces. You stood there, not completely sure if you wanted to sit there or run away once again — 'You can sit there, he doesn't bite i swear' one of Jay's friends, a tall and blonde boy, said. You giggled a bit at his comment.

You approach him and sat right next to him. The chair was pretty small, your and his knees were brushing against each other from time to time. You swear to good that you could pass out at that exact moment.

As everyone started talking with each other you and Jungwon just sat there, waiting for the other to start a conversation or not.

— 'The sky looks pretty today don't your think ?' You heard him asking, turning your head towards him and, when you saw his side profile looking at the sky, you looked up right away.

— 'It is really pretty yeah' Looking at the different colors of the sunset your smiled. What you didn't notice was that Jungwon stopped looking at the sky some time ago, his eyes were all over you now with a smile on his face.

After that the rest of the day continued perfectly. Jungwon and you talked a bit more and it wasn't awkward at all, finding out how similar you two actually were and how much you both have in common.

But, even though minutes ago you where wishing for the day to end, when you had to go back home you felt actually sad about it.

Hanni and Minji already left leaving you, Minju and Moka with the boys. — 'It was nice meeting you guys, you are actually fun to be around' Moka said with a sweet smile on her lips as she took Minju's hand in hers. — 'We should do this more often' she added.

— 'I don't know if i want to hang out with my brother more so we'll talk about that' Yunah stood right by their side. You got up from your seat, Jungwon had his eyes on you all the time and, when you made eye contact with him for the last time, he smiled and waved his hand. You returned the smile and followed your friends that were already going to the front door of the house.

Jungwon let out the biggest sigh ever. — 'Why were you so tense Wonie ?' Riki pointed out. Because he always gets this nervous everytime you were around.

— 'He is scared of women just like you Riki' Sunoo answered, and a whole new conversation started because of that. Jungwon thanked Sunoo on his mind for changing the topic.

He couldn't stop thinking about you for the rest of the day, he went to bed with your sweet smile plastered on his mind. And you were in a similar situation, the softness of his voice and the way your hands brushed against each other from time to time had your mind spinning.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—a stakeout

SUMMARY | a late night steakout with tangerine has you questioning how you really feel for him

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNING | mentions of guns, hit men, murder, some angst, etc

WORD COUNT | 2k+

AUTHORS NOTES | no spoilers for bullet train! and as much as i love the rivals/enemies to lovers troupe with tange, here's some softer stuff. happy holidays!

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Lemon had done this on purpose.

He had always had the ability to read people well when he wasn't busy talking about that train show of his. You swore he could tell what you were feeling before you did most times—instantly there with a handful of tissues or some reaffirming words before you even knew it. Most times it was real a help.

Most times.

That was all you could think as you stared out a tinted window into the cold night. The leather of the car seat underneath you was warm from hours of constant body heat, your legs surely numb from blood loss by this point.

From next to you sat a tall figure, dressed to the nines per usual. Soft ringlets of messy brown hair fell in his eyes, only ever moving as he let out a big sigh on occasion.

Tangerine rested his head in one hand, the other drumming his fingertips across the steering wheel as he clutched it. Flashes of moonlight would steadily dance over your vision as the luminescence caught sight of the metal rings decorating his fingers.

His rings. Seperate pages in one giant book it often seemed. Each one of them told an individual story throughout his life. The pitch black ring on his pinky? The first time he'd ever gotten into a fist fight on the job, that one had left a mark deep enough in the other guys face to shed buckets of blood. A lucky hit. Tangerine often told that story with pride, boasting that you would still be able to see the scar he left behind to this day.

The chunky gold one situated snugly on his pointer? Lemon had snatched that off a random bloke that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time a few years ago. It had been right when they had first gotten into the business, presenting it to his twin afterward with a clap on the back as a job well done. A sick gift of sorts, but it still managed to make each of them smile when they looked at it.

And that smooth, rose gold band hanging around his chest—dangling loosely on a silver chain? Well that was the reason you were currently sitting in a car in the dead of night.

Lemon was no fool. The moment he had seen you pull out that small gift box for his brother last week, he had recognized that love sick smile on your face. The way your eyes shone with excitement as you practically bounced on the balls of your feet when he went to open it. Lemon should be able to recognize it after all. It was the same look Tangerine got anytime you entered the room.

It was antagonizing for him really. Watching the both of you harbor crushes for each other in your own ways. (Tangerine; constantly checking for texts from you when he was away, using more than enough loving nicknames for you just to see your ears grow red. You; buying anything and everything that reminded you of him, doodling little drawings of the man on the corner of your loose leaf nktebooks at briefings before quickly erasing them.)

Finally he had had enough, pulling you off to the side last night. He had been a bit too rough about it for his liking, but it didn't matter now.

"Here's the plan." He didn't even stop to acknowledge your confused expression, questions surely bubbling on the tip of your tongue. "I'm sick. Very sick. You're not. Tha' stake out tomorrow night? You're goin' on it mate."

"The fuck Lemon?"

"Mate, just trust me. I know you fancy m' brother. Just take th' opportunity."

He had taken your stunned silence as a yes, giving you his best smile before moving on like nothing had happened.

So far, that was the only thing you had been able to focus on the entire time you'd been sitting idle on this hill. Not your target or his friends' late night activity you were supposed to be monitoring. Just re-running things over and over in your mind until you were dizzy with the effort.

All the times you had tried to be subtle with the longing looks and sporadic gifts. All the nights you had lay wide awake staring at the ceiling. Wondering if it would even be possible for someone like him to love you back. How did Lemon know? Were you really that obvious? Did anyone else know?

More importantly, did Tangerine know?

"Alright. S' going on in that lil head of yours (Y/n). Been quiet all night. Not like you."

Tangerine was now facing you. Arm draped around the back of your seat as if preparing to back out of a parking space. Heat from his hand radiated mere inches from your neck, but you pushed your shiver down with a forceful swallow.

"The mission." You shrugged, not moving your gaze from its spot on the window. Hoping that your response would be the end of this conversation.

"Yeah right." Tangerine just snorted. "You've never cared for these kinds of jobs love."

You forced the butterfly in your stomach to be killed off one by one. Refusing to be affected by the nickname.

"Guess I do now." Your shoulders moved with the effort of another shrug.

Tangerines mouths dipped down into a slight frown. He had been looking forward to a night alone with you. Maybe even going to get some food afterwards, even if just under the guise of two friends having a meal together. He would take it. He would take anything involving you at that point if he was being truthful.

Calloused fingers gently cradled your chin, softly gripping it as Tangerine turned your head to face him. You finally got a proper look at him, seeing the way his baby blue eyes rippled with concern as they traced unseeable patterns on your face. You were so focused on his intense stare that you forgot to remind yourself not to lean into his hand.

"You alright love?"

It would be so easy to kiss him. Just a little stretch of your neck and—

"I'm fine." His hand fell away from your face as you jerked yourself away. You almost immediately regretted it, wanting nothing more to feel him against you for a moment more.

"(Y/n)—"

"I'm just peachy Tan." You snapped, suddenly feeling angry. "Can we get back to our jobs now? You know. The thing we came here to do?"

Tangerine felt his own face flare up with anger. A rare feeling when it came directed at you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He frowned with a bit more bite to his tone than he intented. The sound of it made a flicker of regret cross your face before it was replaced with a scowl. "Seriously, who fucken pissed in your oatmeal this mornin?"

"Oh like you don't fucking know." Your own teeth grit against each other as you glared at him. The both of you now locked in a heated staring match. It wouldn't be a suprise if the windows started to fog up. The car certainly seemed like it was a lot hotter than it had been a few minutes ago.

"What, so I can fucken read your mind now?" He ran a hand through his hair in a jerky movement. The way your heart fluttered at his disheviled state drove another molten spike of rage into your heart, frustrated with yourself for finding him attractive even in the middle of an argument.

"Sometimes I really hate you Tan." You hissed. How it had gotten to this point you had no idea. But each word was like a nail to the heart for you.

"Yeah? Well, you're not exactly a joy ta be around all the time either, sunshine."

"And that's another thing!" You were full on yelling now, probably looking like a crazy person to any passing cars as you threw your hands in the air. "Stop fucking calling me those names! I bet you think you can just charm your way into anyone's pants with that huh?"

"When the fuck did I ever say anything like that!? And I thought you liked the nicknames for fucks sake!"

"I do!" You hissed with clenched fists. "The problem is I like them too fucking much! I like you too fucking much Tan! And it's killing me knowing I can't do a single goddamn thing about it!"

It was only after it was already out there did you realize what you had really said.

"Fuck. Listen—"

You didn't get any farther than that before Tangerine slammed his lips into your own. A sound of muffled suprise made it past your lips before it was quickly swallowed by him, along with the rest of your breath. The faint feeling of something prickly ticking your upper lip sang in your head as you realized it was his mustache, resulting in a silent sort of laughter. Teeth clicked against each other harshly before you reached up to rest a hand on his jaw and the other in his hair, steadying his pace to a softer, more tender one.

He only broke away in time for you to notice how fuzzy your head was becoming at the lack of oxygen. Gasping for breath, you brushed a hand over your lips. As if checking to make sure that had really just happened. Or maybe to keep the moment bottled up forever, solidifying it with the graze of your fingers.

Both of you took a moment, panting for breath as a way to fill the silence.

"Did you just—?"

"Yeah."

"Did we just—?"

"Sure did."

"And that means you're—?"

"If you ask anymore questions I might have to kiss you again (Y/n)."

The smile in his voice shone through. You allowed yourself one as well, eyes watering.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for." The englishman sighed, resting his elbows on his thighs as he watched you stare star struck at him. "Please tell me I didn't seriously misread the situation there." He added on as an afterthought with a chuckle, already knowing the answer as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I'm sorry Tangerine." The sudden apology left you with a breathy quality. Tears were threatening to fall at a rapid pace now, one or two escaping. You couldn't tell if they were from remorse or joy. "I didn't mean that. Any of it."

"What about th' part where you confessed your undying love for me?"

He laughed as you went to hit him in the chest playfully, noting how the tears in the corner of your eyes began to disappear.

"You know what I meant. And I did no such thing." Your efforts to conceal a smile were fruitless for once. "You just got lucky this time."

"This time?" He reached a hand out to brush the pad of his thumb across your cheek with a sudden fondness. "Nah. Been plenty lucky for a while now, love."

"Sap." You mummbled, closing your eyes with a sigh as he continued to leave soft strokes against your skin.

"Just for you darling."

You really would have to thank Lemon when you got back home.

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btshoseong · 10 months

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👣. !!: HOW WELL DO BTS KNOW EACH OTHER ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ me over here lowkey copy pasting from my jeonggeun blog like it’s nobody’s business cause it AIN’T. lol nah jk enjoy 🫶🏼

AFTER ALL MEMBERS HAVE HAD THEIR GO; SE3OUL IS THE LAST ONE UP.

J-HOPE: “Huh? Wait, did we ever have this guy in our group? Who is this?” *clearly enjoying teasing his bestie, a cheeky smile on his face*

SE3OUL: *just sat down on the chair opposite to the members as he smirks at hoseok* “Hope you get all these answers wrong.”

J-HOPE: “Never, friend.” *wink + shooting hearts*

JIN: “Yah, yah. Back down, will you? Are you forgetting who’s here? Kim Seokjin knows everything.” *tsking as he brings the attention to himself*

V: “Eh? Hyung, are you suddenly losing your memory? Who do you think I am to Hoseong hyung?”

RM: *cue joon staring into the camera, clearly wishing to be saved* “I’m sorry. This is just a daily occurrence with these guys. Please introduce the question.”

QUESTION: What is the one thing that you always forget to pack when you travel?

ALL MEMBERS: *immediately yelling over one another thinking they know the answer, even before hoseong has written it down on his board*

SE3OUL: *literally shook at the chaos rn* “Yah! I haven’t written my answer down. How could you already know it?!”

JIMIN: *raising his hand aggressively* “I know, I know! His underwear. Whenever we’re filming for Bon Voyage, or even going on tours, you’ll see him searching through his bag for like an hour until he realises he forgot to pack underwear.”

JUNGKOOK: “Oh, true! You can even see hyung’s face of realisation clear as day. He smiles all embarrassed, but his face looks cheeky.”

SUGA: “No. You know what I think? He does it on purpose so that we buy him new underwear for free during each trip. He’s basically got a colossal sized amount of underwear from all of us.”

ALL MEMBERS: *turning their heads to stare at hoseong in sync, accusatory*

SE3OUL: *feeling flustered* “Huh? No! Suga hyung is creating conspiracies about me and you’re all just believing him blindly! Hyung!” *pouting at suga rn*

J-HOPE: “Nope.” *raising his hand to answer* “There’s one item he’s even more forgetful about than underwear.”

A MOMENT OF SILENCE AS EVERYONE WAITS FOR HOSEOK TO ANSWER.

J-HOPE: “I regret to inform you guys… but it’s me.” *cue tearful and dramatic acting here*

SE3OUL: *embarrassed face calm*

JIN: “Oh? Wait! He’s not lying, he’s not lying! Yah, didn’t Hoseong-ah leave J-Hope at that gas station in New Zealand during Bon Voyage?”

JUNGKOOK: “Oh? No, Jin hyung is right! Hoseong hyung left him there when he’d ran off to the toilets.”

SE3OUL: “Yah! Is that my fault, huh? Who runs off to the restroom without informing the driver beforehand? I didn’t have time to do a head count.”

J-HOPE: *continuing to display an emotional scene rn*

RM: “Okay, okay. Let’s get a little serious now. Does anyone actually know the answer before we reveal it?”

V: *raising his hand with a confident yet humble expression* “Sunscreen.”

SE3OUL: “Oh?” *shocked park hoseong as he looks at the crew behind the camera*

JIMIN: *curious at hoseong’s expression* “Why? Did he get it right?”

ANSWER: Sunscreen.

V: *trying to hide his smile rn as he slouches in his seat comfortably*

RM: “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ask for sunscreen on our trips.” *looking at hoseong for an answer, curious*

SE3OUL: “Taehyungie brings an extra bottle for me because he knows I forget it every time. That’s why he knew the answer.” *soft smile directed at v*

SUGA: “Wow, so the initial shock was just for bonus screen time points, huh? You’re sly.” *tsking*

RM: “Alright, alright. Next question!”

QUESTION: What is your biggest dream for the future?

J-HOPE: “Oh, oh! I definitely know this one!” *raising his hand as he speaks* “Marriage and children.” *super smug jung hoseok*

SE3OUL: *giving this man a deadpan look* “Are you serious? I will bite you.”

J-HOPE: “Oh? Kin-”

RM: *literally ready to reach back and tape his mouth shut* “No. Please.”

JUNGKOOK: *giggling at his hyungs’ childishness before raising his hand* “Number one singer?”

JIMIN: *cue face of slow realisation before he’s raising his hand aggressively again* “No, it’s more specific! Hyung-nim, didn’t you say you wanted to dominate all American charts? He wants to be the main pop boy.”

SUGA: “Number one billboard singer.” *nodding in respect*

JIN: “Ohhh, our Hoseongie number one Korean artist in the world. Worldwide Pop Boy.”

SE3OUL: *watching his members with pure adoration tbh*

STAFF: *trying to snap him out of it by asking him to reveal the answer*

SE3OUL: “Ah, right. Sorry!”

ANSWER: Number One Pop Sensation.

V: “We’ll support you on your way to making history.” *lil cheer fist*

RM: “Well, Seong-ah’s already pretty famous in the West, right? I think he’s the most popular in our group amongst Americans.”

SUGA: “I heard he’s on his way to being a Grammy nominee again?” *dramatic face of shock*

SE3OUL: *can’t hold back the laughter* “You guys better start lining up now to get my autographs. I think the line might get too long in a few years’ time.” *jokingly smug king*

JIMIN: “Don’t forget us when you’re famous~” *can’t help but tease*

AFTER ALL MEMBERS HAVE HAD A GO, IT IS TIME FOR THE RESULTS!

SE3OUL: “You guys should really be grateful to me. I only ended up in the bottom half because I wanted to give everyone else a chance.” *pretending to be a saint*

ALL MEMBERS: *cue chaotic disagreements + everyone attacking hoseong*

RM: *no idea what he is witnessing rn but ignores it* “There you go guys. That was us on Vanity Fair and we are BTS!”

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

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ahonice · 11 months

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Paper Rings

Mark Estapa x Fem Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, smoking weed, some sexual jokes, fluff (Who am I??? A fic that is only fluff, someone check on me)

Note: this is my second installment of fics based off of my favorite Taylor Swift songs, paper rings is next because I am a lover girl just as much as I am a speak now girl <3. Enjoy, leave feedback (if my writing sucks tell me I need to know lol) Have a great day babes!!

*italics are song lyrics* (I recommend you listen to the song while reading)

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“The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed.”

Like every other Saturday night since I started college I found myself with a twisted tea in one hand and a blunt in another. The only difference tonight had with the one that occurred one hundred and sixty eight hours ago was the scenery, rather than getting crossed in the safety of my friend's backyard I found myself in a lawn chair in a backyard that belonged to my roommate's new boyfriend’s friends.

The conversation was hard to follow. I quickly found out that the drinks and weed I was consuming were being provided by hockey players, making me a little on edge because as much as I don’t wanna be that person, I have no idea where they got this weed. I used the guy who sat next to me as my guinea pig, like how in the olden days where royalty would have someone try all their food and drinks to test for poison, he hit everything before I did.

Soon enough it was time to leave. I bid the boys a half hearted farewell, as I had only spoken to two of them, Johnny, my roommate's friend, and the boy who I sat next to who’s name I never learned.

“Hannah how the hell are we getting back to the dorms?” Johnny had driven us there, but he also participated in the activities of the night leaving him unable to drive us all back to campus.

“Good question. Johnny, is anyone not impaired here?” Thank god one of the seniors didn’t smoke or drink because he was kind enough to drive us back to campus.

During the car ride I sat in the passenger seat, as Hannah and Johnny wanted to sit in the back together and I wanted no part in that. Looking at the two in the back I saw how distracted they were with each other. I decided to ask the question I had been wanting the answer to all night.

“Hey, sorry if this is an odd question, but who was the guy I was sitting next to all night? Tall, blonde?” I asked a guy who’s name I didn’t know the name of a guy who’s name I didn’t know. I really need to start introducing myself to others.

“Oh your taste tester? That’s Mark Estapa, and I’m Eric by the way. I know you never got my name either.” I smiled at his answer, typing Mark’s name in my phone before looking back up at Eric to inform him of my name.

“I’ll be sure to tell him your name when he asks me tonight.”

***

Once I was in the comfort of my own dorm room I pulled out my phone to look Mark up on instagram. Quickly finding his account I spent more time then I had meant scrolling through his posts, his tagged posts, and a little bit of his following just to see what was up. An internal battle was occurring in my head as I tried to figure out if I should follow Mark or not.

“Hey Hannah, do you think I should–”

“Yes you should follow him.”

“The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street, cat and mouse for a month or two or three. Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

It wasn’t on purpose, I was too distracted by the essay revisions my professor has just given me to see Mark waving at me.

“Ouch dude that was brutal, didn’t you say she followed you on instagram. Isn’t that like a sign that she is interested?” Ethan said, giving his buddy a pity slap on the back.

“Just because she followed him first doesn’t mean she likes him, she could’ve just wanted to follow him. Stop being so delusional Edwards” Mackie said, “Also, that was tough to watch. Sorry Mark.” He added, commenting on the way I had completely ignored him.

***

That Saturday Hannah and Johnny had somehow convinced, well more like threatened, me to come to the party the hockey team was throwing to celebrate their season starting earlier that day.

Entering the house Johnny and Hannah immediately ditched me to go somewhere more private, much to my distaste I begged them to get a room while they were making out on the walk here, regretting that request because they were now doing just that.

“Need a drink?” A voice came from behind me, I turned around to see Mark smiling at me with a twisted tea in his hand. “Saw that you were drinking a twea last time you were over so…” He trailed off as I reached to grab the can.

“Thank you Mark.” I smiled at him, his expression mirroring mine.

“You wanna smoke?”

“Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life.”

That same scene happened over and over again. The hockey team would host a party, I would attend and find Mark, more often than not he would find me, and we would go smoke.

I was starting to get annoyed with how slow things were progressing between us. I followed him on instagram, the ball was in his court now and it had been for nearly a month now. Surprisingly enough over the past month I became close with Eric, the guy who drove me home the night I first met Mark.

Tonight when I arrived at the party I made a beeline for the couch that Eric was sitting on, ignoring Mark’s wave again.

“I need to talk to you.”

“I’m trying to enjoy my time here Y/n, go bother Mark.”

“Cicc this is about Mark.”

Nodding silently, Eric stood up and allowed me to lead the way. Bad idea considering I had no idea where I was, this was a new house that I hadn’t been to before.

“Eric, I don't know where I’m going.”

“Oh shit yeah, sorry.” He said laughing. “Give me like a minute I’m gonna go see if anyone is in my room.” I nodded, making a mental note that this is where Eric lived so I could bother him in the future when he would ignore my texts, which he did all the time.

“Hey Y/n.” Mark said from behind me. I turned around giving him a quick greeting before recognizing the drink in his hand.

“For me?”

“Always is.” He smiled, handing me the drink. “Look listen I was wondering, if you don’t wanna do this it’s fine, but I was wondering if you wanted to–”

“Y/n some couple is going at it in my room, but I think Moyle’s room is open.” Eric said coming down the steps, interrupting Mark. “By some couple I mean Hannah and Johnny, we gotta put a muzzle on them or something.”

“It’ll do. Mark, we can smoke later, once I’m done dealing with that idiot.” I said motioning towards Eric who made a face of shock before laughing. “I’ll find you, okay?” Mark nodded, I noticed the way he looked a little defeated but I decided to ignore it and blame it on the lighting.

***

“So we’ve been hanging out together at parties and talking constantly during the day, but he won’t ask me out. Is he not interested in me? He won’t even ask me to just plain hang out as friends outside of parties.” I rambled to Eric once we made it to Nolan’s room.

“Wait what was he saying before I interrupted him?”

“He was just asking me to go smoke.” I said before realizing Mark was probably not asking me to smoke because he always just says “wanna smoke”.

“You idiot Eric.” I yelled.

“What did I do?”

“You interrupted him while he was asking me out, and then made it seem like we were going upstairs to do stuff.” I said, reaching over to smack him on the back of his head.

“Oh shit, yeah that probably doesn’t look too good in his mind.”

“I’m leaving, goodbye, I’ll find you when I want to go home.”

“Why do I always have to take you home?” Eric asked, but I was already out the door. “Good luck Y/n.”

***

It took a little bit, but I finally found Mark sitting outside in one of the chairs placed around a firepit. Making my way up to him I saw that he had already smoked most of his blunt.

“Started without me?” I asked, laughing at the way he jumped in surprise.

“You snooze you loose.” Mark said, chuckling, but I could tell it was fake. I sat down in the chair next to him before speaking.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit off.” I asked, a little afraid of how he might react to my question. We hadn’t been friends for very long, if we were even considered that.

“Yeah, I’m great.” He said, smiling for some reassurance, I don’t know if it was for me or for him. “What’s going on with you and Eric?” I had a feeling the question was coming, but it still took me by surprise.

“Nothing, we’re just friends. We’ve gotten really close over the past month, in a strictly friends way. Just friends…” I trailed off, hoping Mark would get that I’m being so adamant on us being friends and friends only. When Mark only nodded in response I let out a sigh. “Earlier, before when you were asking me about something…what was it that you were asking?”

“Oh just to see if you wanted to smoke.” That was a lie.

“That’s a lie, what were you really gonna ask me?” I pressed on the subject because I hated when something was being kept from me, secrets, lies, anything being hidden from me.

“I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me, outside of a party and not just smoke weed, but I get it if you don’t, or if you’re too busy–”

“I’d love to.”

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

The night was going great, it wasn’t a date Mark hadn’t asked me on a date, he asked me to hang out. We went to a diner for food, it was a cute mom and pop shop. While we sat waiting for our food, the waitress brought over our milkshakes.

“Give me your hand.” Mark told me after the waitress had walked away. Skeptically I reached over and gave him my right hand. “No the left one.” I switched hands, looking at him even more confused now.

He works silently, wrapping my left ring finger in the paper wrapping of the straw he put into his milkshake moments ago. I smiled once I realized what he was doing, making me a paper ring. I quickly took a picture of my hand with Mark smiling in the background and sent it to Eric.

To: Eric🥱

*image*

He is already buying me jewelry 🥰

From: Eric🥱

Thought this wasn’t a date?

From: Eric🥱

I better be giving you away at y’alls wedding.

To: Eric🥱

You’re gonna be my flower girl Cicc

To: Eric🥱

ALSO it’s not a date asshat🙄

I put my phone down as our waitress brought our food over, immediately diving into both the food and a conversation with Mark.

“In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool. When you jumped in first, I went in too. I’m with you even if it makes me blue.”

“This is a bad idea.” It was. Mark found out, much to my dismay, that I didn’t know how to ice skate, in return making it his mission to teach me.

“No it’s not, I promise this is safe.” Mark reassured me, well attempted to.

After finding out that our hometowns were just a few miles apart we spent a lot of winter break together. For Christmas he got me ice skates, and a personalized bong but I couldn’t open that in front of my parents, who were spying on our gift exchange earlier that week.

“Mark I can’t accept these, they’re way too much money.” I felt bad, I had gotten him some lulu shorts, which were heavily discounted thanks to me working there, and his favorite munchie snacks.

“Y/n please, I need to teach you how to skate and how can I do that if you don’t have any skates. Think of this as an investment, I’ll be getting my money back in no time.” By money back he meant that he would be rewarded with spending time with me, teaching me how to do something he loves.

“This is a frozen pond, no way I’m going on this, it is not safe. Have you ever seen The Good Son.” I was not going onto the ice, I had a fear of drowning ever since I watched the movie when I was a little girl.

“No I have not seen that, but I promise it’s ok. Look they marked that the ice is thick enough and it’s cold enough out to be on here, we just have to avoid that small patch in the middle.”

“If I drown you’re going to jail for my murder.” Mark laughed at my joke, that wasn’t completely a joke. I had some truth behind my words.

Eventually I allowed Mark to lead me to the small bench so he could help me get my skates on, I took a quick picture as he put my foot between his thighs to tighten the laces. I smiled down at the picture as I sent it to Eric.

To: Eric🥱

*image*

He got me skates…

From: Eric🥱

He got you nice ass skates*

From: Eric🥱

Photo is cute, Mark looks extremely happy for someone who has a blade to their crotch.

To: Eric🥱

I hate you.

“You ready?” Mark brought my attention back to him and I smiled nodding.

“You better not let me fall Estapa.” I said, pushing his chest lightly with my finger. He laughed in response and promised me he would never.

***

“Can I hold just one hand now?” Mark asked me.

We had now been on the ice for about fifteen minutes, the whole time he skated backwards, holding both my hands, and I wasn’t really skated, I was more being pulled along, I don’t think I picked either of my feet up once the whole time.

“Yeah sure, just don’t go too fast.” He nodded and shifted over to the left side of me, holding just my left hand. I decided that I would start moving my feet rather than just being dragged.

“Don’t look down at your feet, you’ll mess yourself up.” Mark gave me the piece of advice after noticing my eyes were trained on the ice below me.

Soon another fifteen minutes went by before I decided to try skating without him holding me steady..

“Let go of my hand, I wanna try it on my own” I said with the most confidence I could muster up.

“Are you sure?” Mark asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Yes, keep skating next to me, just don’t hold onto me anymore.” He nodded at my request and let my hand go.

I definitely stopped skating as fast, but I was still doing it on my own.

“Think you’re ready for me to give you some space?” Mark asked, I nodded quickly before I realized what that meant. My safety net would no longer be there in case I fell. I hadn’t been close to falling yet, the whole time I was out there was going very smoothly, but before I could take back my nod Mark had already sped up and went to the other side of the pond.

“Skate towards me.” He told me, after planting himself about thirty feet away from me. I managed to gain as much courage as possible and started skating towards him. The skating itself went well but there was one thing that Mark hadn’t taught me yet.

“Mark, I don't know how to slow down, or stop.” I yelled. It felt like I was going forty over the speed limit, in reality I was probably going five miles an hour.

“Just shift your body to the left, turn your feet.” Mark yelled at me but it was too late, I closed my eyes and I came flying and ran into him, somehow knocking his body to the ground, me quickly following after.

After opening my eyes I saw Mark staring back at me with a smile on his face, he was laughing at me and I joined in. Once the giggles settled down it was like a staring contest, neither of us wanted to break, or maybe knew how.

“Can I kiss you?” It was insanely cliche, I wanted to roll my eyes at the thought of how predictable this was, but I still nodded my head at Mark’s question and smiled as he leaned in.

“Which takes me back to the color that we painted your brother’s wall. Honey without all the exes, fights, and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall.”

It was our first fight. Mark began getting upset with how much time I was spending with Eric about three months into our relationship.

“I am your boyfriend, not him.”

“You don’t think I’m aware of that? Eric and I have been friends for quite some time now, why are you getting upset?” I didn’t understand why Mark was so angry, it wasn’t like I was flirting with Eric, or even ditching Mark to hangout with him, or doing anything that would cause Mark to be skeptical over me and Eric’s friendship.

“Y/n, you’re not viewing this from my perspective. You constantly talk to Eric, you text him while we’re on dates or just hanging out, you facetime or call him a couple times a week, you hang out with him just you two multiple times a week, he takes you home from parties and kickbacks, and you have never been to one of our hockey games but you said that when you did that you would be wearing one of Eric’s jerseys.” Mark’s words began speeding up as more and more spilled from his mouth.

He had a point though. I did text Eric during our dates, always pictures I took of Mark doing whatever I found endearing and asking for advice on how I’m supposed to function properly around this boy who makes me feel so many things. I had weekly phone calls with Eric, sometimes text messages weren’t enough and I needed to rant about how much I liked Mark verbally. We hang out a lot, we get lunch together every Tuesday and Thursday because we have the same break in classes on those days. He takes me home from parties, he was always the designated sober, Mark couldn’t take me home if he wanted to because we always got crossed together. I said I would wear one of Eric’s jerseys before me and Mark started dating, obviously now I would wear Mark’s jersey.

So that’s what I told him. I said those exact words to Mark, maybe a few differences here and there but still the same points being made. We discussed everything more, I had to reassure Mark that there truly was nothing going on between me and Eric, and that there never had been in the past, a couple of times but I didn’t mind. I wanted Mark to know how I truly felt about him, even if we had only known each other for a little over two months.

“Alright, can I see those photos you’ve been taking of me?”

“Kiss you once ‘cause I know you had a long night. Kiss you twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause you waited your whole life.”

That next weekend I found myself sitting in the stands of Yost with Hannah on my side, I was wearing one of Mark’s jerseys and Hannah was wearing one of Johnny’s. I made a mental note to get coffee with her soon so we could properly dish about our love lives and other things we can’t do around our boyfriends.

Michigan won their game, but it wasn’t a pretty win. Mark had gotten two penalties and it was a win in overtime. While waiting outside the backdoors with Hannah we noticed some of the guys trickling out, all smiling at us, some greeting us with words and asking us how we’re doing. It wasn’t until Johnny walked out that Hannah left me on my own. I was a little confused on what was taking Mark so long, had he walked past me and I didn’t even realize? I drove myself here so it wasn’t like I was waiting for him to drive me back or anything, he never explicitly asked me to meet him after the game. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening, the person walking out making me smile as I walked up towards them.

“Where is Mark? Did he leave already?” I asked Eric as I finally stood in front of him.

“Hello to you too Y/n.” I gave a fake laugh, urging Eric to tell me where the hell my boyfriend was. “He is still inside, should be coming out soon though. Want me to wait with you?”

I smiled at his offer, but declined it, telling him I would text him when I got back to my dorm for the night. There was definitely going to be a party thrown to celebrate the win tonight, but I didn’t feel like going and I was hoping Mark felt the same way.

After giving Eric a hug goodbye I waited about five more minutes before the familiar face of my boyfriend began to approach me.

“Hey babe, sorry for taking so long. Tough game, I’m really glad you were able to make it. Did you have fun?” He asked, wrapping his arms around me. The last question was slightly muffled due to his head being nuzzled into my neck. I didn’t answer though, well not immediately. I pulled away from his embrace and leaned up to kiss him, a sigh of relief fell from his mouth as he reciprocated the kiss. It wasn’t a heated make out, nothing scandalous, just an intimate and slow kiss that expressed the feelings we felt for each other. As I pulled away to catch my breath, which Mark quietly whined about, I informed him that I had a lot of fun and that I will definitely be attending more games of his in the future. Mark smiled at that and I couldn’t help but kiss him again, and once more when we made it to my car.

“What’s with all the kisses? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked once I handed him my keys so that he could drive.

“I don’t know, I just feel like kissing you right now.” My answer was the truth, as embarrassing as it felt to say it.

“Well then let’s skip the actual party and bring ours back to your place?” I giggled at what Mark was implying, but nodded nonetheless.

“Hannah is gonna be with Johnny at the party for a couple hours.”

“Let’s go.”

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Darling, you’re the one I want. And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

“Mark, I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything for my birthday.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Now open it.” I glared at his attitude before going to open the small box.

“Oh Mark, this is beautiful.” It was a ring, silver, but it looked like an origami heart. Lately Mark had been getting more creative with the rings he would make at restaurants, drawing hearts or writing cute little notes, about a month ago he began attempting to fold the straw wrappers into shapes. None of them ever turned out the way he wanted them too, so now he got me one that was perfect, even if he didn’t make it. “I love it.” I love you. “You’re really stepping up your ring game lately Estapa.”

“Just wait until I propose.”

“I want to drive away with you, I want your complications, I want your dreary Mondays, wrap your arms around me baby boy.”

“Let’s just run away together.”

“Mark, what? No.”

Things have been pretty stressful lately. My classes were whooping my ass, Mark was feeling a lot of stress while approaching the frozen four tournament.

“I can’t handle the pressure of this. What if we get bumped out in the semifinals again, I want to win so badly Y/n.”

“Mark, all that matters is that you do your best. It’s a team effort, you can’t put all the weight on yourself. It’s okay to feel a little worried, but you can’t let it get to you, that will only affect your game and then your fears will come true.” I told him, reaching over to grab his hand from across the table we sat at and giving him a small, but reassuring, smile.

“I love you.”

I froze, I didn’t know what to do. I loved Mark, I knew I did and I had known for quite some time, but hearing those words come out of his mouth, to hear that the boy I love so much loves me as well was too much for me to handle. I wanted to yell, to scream out that I loved him too, but for some reason on this damn Monday afternoon I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I hadn’t realized how long I was silent until I fully looked at Mark, sitting there the most vulnerable I had seen anyone, and crying. Shit he was crying.

“Mark I–”

“No I get it, if you don’t love me back. That’s ok, we haven’t been together for that long.” A lie, we had been together for over a year. “-I’m sorry for saying that.”

“Mark, don't apologize for saying what you’re feeling.” Why the hell could I not tell him I loved him, it’s just three words, but they just couldn’t find their way out of my mouth. His crying increased, he was almost full on sobbing right now, it broke my heart.

“Please don’t cry baby.” I reached out for him, but he winced away. “I love you too.”

“Don’t just say that, don’t lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying to you, I love you. I have for a long time, since you got me my ring.” I sighed, reaching out for him once again, praying he wouldn’t shy away from me again, he didn’t. “Mark, I quite literally froze when you told me you loved me. To hear that you love me back, Mark, it makes me so happy. I’m sorry I didn’t say it back fast enough, I can’t imagine how you were feeling.” Mark smiled at my words, I could see the tension releasing from his shoulders.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Mark.”

“I love you too, Y/n”

We both broke out into a fit of giggles, Mark made his way around the table and wrapped his arms around me.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. That’s right, you’re the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want.”

Me and Mark were out celebrating my college graduation, he flew in from Vegas to watch me accept my diploma. The past year we had gone long distance, I went to Vegas for his NHL debut and we were both home for the holidays, but other than that our relationship took place through a screen. It wasn’t ideal, but we got through it.

“Mark, can you order for me? Just my usual, I need to use the restroom.” Unsurprisingly we went to our favorite diner, the one we frequented a lot when both of us were living in Ann Arbor.

I came back to the table to see that our waitress had brought over the milkshakes we ordered. The scene was very similar, but one thing was different.

“No ring today Estapa? Are you trying to let me down gently?” I joked, a little confused seeing that the wrappers from the straws that sat in our drinks were crumpled up together

“I thought you might like a ring made out of a different material.” Mark stated before moving out of his booth seat and shifting onto one knee. The confusion in my face faded once I realized what he was doing. Oh my god.

“Oh my god.”

“Y/n, I thank god everyday that you didn’t trust Nolan’s weed enough to smoke it without having a taste tester. I love you so much, I love everything about you, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody but you.” Tears began to fill my eyes, I could see them filling Mark’s too. “Y/n, will you marry me?” I knew it was coming, but I still gasped. The ring was beautiful, an exact replica of the ring I designed for fun two years ago, telling Mark to take a mental picture of it for the future, I guess he actually did it.

“YES!”

“Paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams, you’re the one I want.”

“I can’t believe you kept all of these.”

Our wedding had just ended, I was officially married to Mark, Y/n Estapa. It was a beautiful ceremony, the reception lasted almost six hours. If asked what was my favorite part of my wedding, other than officially becoming Mark’s wife, it was the picture frames placed all around the venue with pictures of me, or Mark, or me and Mark, and along with it was a paper ring, dated from that same day the picture was taken.

“You kept every single ring you made me?”

“I’m a little offended that you never kept them, but it made my surprise all the more better.”

“I have a surprise for you too, but you can’t see it until we get to the room, which we can’t go to until everyone has left…”

“EVERYBODY OUT, THANK YOU FOR COMING, LEAVE NOW PLEASE!”

“You’re the one I want.”

***

Note: Not proofread, because that's for losers. My brother graduated college today and I wrote this while sitting through that long ass ceremony so idk if this is good or not, tell me if it sucks tell me if you love it idc just any type of feedback is greatly appreciated. Also ik that Mark isn’t drafted (I don’t think he is, if he is then whoops) but I used Vegas because of that instagram post. Love y’all, have a great day.

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enha-bubblegum · 8 months

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The kiss~

( bully! Yandere!yang jungwon Xfm! Reader)

T//w⚠: blood, kiss, bullying

Summary:(name) had been bullied by yang jungwon since childhood. But she never raised voice because he's a rich kid. She finally had enough and raised voice. Then he kissed her. And that kiss changed everything~

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You had known him since childhood. He started to bully you since the first day they met in primary school. He did many things to you like pouring water on your head, pull your hair, made your ankle hurt, arm fractured, intentionally push you into a pond etc. All these years you stayed silent. Not because jungwon was stronger. But because he was a rich kid. His dad is the home minister and his mom is an actress. Though your father had a good job as the assistant surgeon in capital hospital, but he still worked under his uncle. Your mom lives in a different country due to service purpose. You had to be quite and bare everything alone. You had a few friends. Most of the girls are with jungwon everytime. Time flies and here you r in senior highschool~

You felt sharp pain in her head. A girl dragged her by hair and threw her on the floor. She was right in front of jungwon 's feet. Your lips were bleeding. You could hear him laugh merely. He poured water on your head. You could hear everyone laughing," Looser looser looser". He was waiting for you to cry. So that he can have more pleasure. But no matter how hard you tried to cry so that it would be over, but your eyes were not letting any tears out. You were becoming like a stone everyday. He grabbed you by neck to see

Your tears. But there was nothing. Not even a sign of emotion. You were looking at him blankly with full of hate in your eyes. Beautiful eyes. "You really disappointed me brat" Jungwon said and threw her. "Let's go girls" he said and everyone was following him. You wipped the blood from your mouth and went to your class. But the worst was, you were in the same class as jungwon. The day went like that. Everyone loves him because he's rich and handsome. He sat in the last raw while you sat in the third. He trew a paper ball on her head to disturb your lesson. You looked back but the teacher immediately noticed. "Miss (name). Where's your attention?" The teacher asked. "Uhh sir..." "I told to pay attention in my class." He scolded you. Jungwon chuckled from behind. The teacher immediately noticed. "And you. Jungwon. You both stay after class for cleaning. That's your punishment" Mr Hwang said. His face fell. The most handsome guy in the school and the rising star. And he received a punishment today. With that girl he hates. He stretched his body in his seat. He looked out of the window and began to think, anyway, why does he hate you? You doesn't look this bad...

The bell rang. Everyone left except u both. "Common brat clean this room." jungwon told u . you didn't say anything but was busy doing her work. "Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf? Hey I'm talking

"Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf? Hey I'm talking to you..." He said. "It's your punishment not mine" you replied. Staring him blankly. He looked at your eyes. He remembered how it was when he met you for the first time. It was full of happiness, innocence and care. But now only hate can be seen. "You're refusing me?? How dare you?" He was agressive. But you didn't seem to care. "I'm not your servant. I'm sure your dad got you many." you replied. He grabbed your wrist and pushed her to a nearby wall. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?? YOU'RE JUST A BRAT! SO BEHAVE LIKE ONE!!" He shouted. Someone talked back to him for the first time. But you slapped him right on his face."I'm a human. I have life. I have feelings. Not a rug doll". you replied back but the next moment, jungwon crashed his lips onto yours. He felt so good. He was drowning deeper and deeper. The kiss was becoming more and more possesive. He ignored that you were pushing him away. He never felt like this before. He was not stopping. No matter how lack of breath he was in. He wanted more. He licked your lips. Asking for permission into your mouth. But you roughly pushed him away. you were still in shock. Tears finally escaped your eyes and you ran away. He cleaned the class on his own then looked out of the window. He touched his lips. It tastes so good. He wants more. He was remembering every single detail of your face that he ignored all his life. He realised that you were just........ So perfect

-"i will never hurt you again darling ;) "

_________________________________-note - sorry if there is any grammar mistake (can u give me idea for next fic for enhypen members)

Part 2➷

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goatcheesecak3 · 4 months

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Bus stop

Adam stanheight x m!reader

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Includes: fluff, implied romance between Adam and reader, brief mentions of violence

Summary: Adam is a social pariah after escaping the jigsaw killer, but while waiting for the bus, he makes a new friend, and things seem hopeful for once.

Adam sat at the bus stop, staring at nothing in particular. He never used to wear hoodies, but since the whole jigsaw thing, he didn't really have a choice. He hated when people would recognise him from the news as a jigsaw survivor, taking pictures of him or asking him questions about it. The worst part by far was when he heard murmurs about how he was technically a murderer. It was true, he had bludgeoned a man to death with a ceramic toilet lid, hit him over the head so ferociously and with so much vigour that his head might as well have been a bag of marbles. It was immediately clear to police that this was an act of self defence, if you're chained up in an abandoned bathroom and some lunatic comes running in there with a gun, what else can you do? Adam had tried to tell himself this many times, but it did little to soothe him. He had killed someone, at the end of the day. He knew it, and everyone else knew it. He just wanted to fade into the background and not be seen, and so, the hood stayed up.

Rain hammered into the streets, and Adam shuddered as he held himself tight under the little shelter that the bus stop provided. It was a freezing cold afternoon in mid December, and he couldn't have felt less festive if he tried. Turns out technically being a murderer makes you kind of a social pariah, so he had pretty much no chance of making friends to spend the holidays with. His own company wasn't exactly the nicest either, since any and every little thing seemed to trigger some sort of panic attack or flashback. He would try to simply sleep through the rest of his life away if it weren't for the nightmares, so that wasn't really an option either. The lack of sleep, isolation and constant feelings of anxiety had turned Adam into a somewhat bitter person, he'd never exactly been away of sunshine, but at the very least he could dish out witty little quips and sardonic comments (even if they were for the sole purpose of being defiant and sarcastic). Nowadays he didn't have the energy or the patience to be funny, he was just short tempered, angry, and trying not to cry all the time.

He blinked slowly, waiting for his bus and feeling quite sorry for himself, when suddenly a voice broke the trance like state he was in.

"Excuse me?" He snapped, turning to look at the speaker, sounding more pissed off than he thought he was going to

"Sorry to be a bother, but could you tell me if this bus is gonna go to the south end of town?" Asked the young man who the voice belonged to.

Adam was taken aback by this, the man in front of him was his age, fresh faced and quite handsome. He seemed friendly and had a welcoming demeanour, which was strange. Ever since Adam's situation hit the news a few months ago, the reception he got was normally aloof or wary, but not from this man. He wasn't here to pry, either, he simply wanted to enquire about the bus timetable. He was talking to Adam like he was any other person in the city.

"Oh.. uh yeah it is" mumbled Adam, stumbling over his words slightly.

"Thanks so much," the man beamed, "I've asked about five people about the buses and you're the first one to actually talk to me" he chuckled, taking a seat next to Adam.

Adam gave the man a perplexed look, as he wondered who would be nuts enough to give someone like him the cold shoulder. Sure, Adam wasn't exactly the friendliest of people, but even he could give this guy the time of day, what was everyone else's excuse?

"Y/n, by the way," he smiled, holding out his hand to him.

"Adam," he replied, doing his best impression of a smile, hoping it would add a little bit of cheer into his inflection so as not to scare this handsome guy away, as he took y/n's hand and shook it gently.

"Adam, that's a nice name" he smiled at him.

He still hadn't put two and two together that he was the same Adam from the news... unless he somehow hadn't seen the news. But that would be impossible... unless

"Are you new around here by any chance?" Adam asked, looking for answers.

"Yeah, I am, Only moved to this city a few weeks ago. You been here long?" he replied

"My whole life, one day I'll get out of here though" Adam replied, staring straight ahead. He thought to himself how many times he'd said that exact same thing; "one day I'll get out of here". It was just wishful thinking at this point, but it was a comforting thought, so he chose not to dig into it any deeper so as not to destroy the illusion of a hopeful future.

"I can't say I blame you for wanting to get out of here. Everyone seems so... cold" y/n said, a tinge of sadness in his voice, "I thought I'd make friends out here I mean, that's what you're supposed to do when you're young, right? Go to the big city and meet lots of new people? I gotta say, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm much more at home in the countryside far away from everyone else. Sorry, I'm rambling" he trailed off.

Adam hadn't quite realised how much he missed just having a normal conversation with someone up until this moment. He knew he'd been lonely, he had been most of his life, but this just hammered it home. Having a small taste of normalcy when he was so used to isolation made him crave it. A destructive part of him felt weak for enjoying talking to this stranger at the bus stop, but a stronger part of him felt compelled to carry on.

"No, it's okay, " he said with a weak smile, "it's actually nice to rambled at a bit. I uh.. don't have many friends either. It gets pretty lonely."

He felt foolish saying this. He was a grown man, and here he was talking about friendship like some little schoolgirl. Christ, if his dad saw him acting like this he'd probably smack him into next week for being so feeble. There was that destructive part of him again, trying to ruin something nice.

"Well, maybe we could be eachother's friend?" Y/n suggested with a warm smile.

He was radiant, so effortlessly kind and warm. Everything about him made Adam want to let his guard down, he just had one of those faces you could trust. If Adam had to describe his essence in one word, it would have been "lovely".

Hesitantly, and slightly nervously, Adam nodded.

"That would be nice, yeah" he grinned. He grinned. He hadn't grinned in months. It was as though every single wall he'd put up simply melted away in that moment, and the feeling was like a natural high.

"Here," y/n said, handing Adam his phone, "put your number in and I'll text you sometime"

Adam did so, without hesitation this time. When the bus pulled up, Adam graciously offered for y/n to get on first, which he accepted.

"A single to the south end please, and whatever he's getting" he said to the driver, pulling her wallet out and smiling over his shoulder at Adam

"Uh, the same" he said, trying to hide just how flattered he was that y/n had offered to pay for his journey, "heh, thanks" he smiled awkwardly.

The pair rode the bus together, talking and laughing about music and films until they reached their stops and went their separate ways home.

For the first time in who knows how long, Adam had a spring in his step. There was something about y/n that made him feel safe enough to come out of his shell. He felt his heart almost melt when he got home, to find he'd recieved a text:

This is y/n from the bus stop :) was so lovely to meet you! You doing anything tomorrow? x

A/n hello! Let me know if you want a part 2 to this!

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wonyz02 · 2 years

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“i’m gonna make you a pretty mommy, baby.”

jake and his friends find out about your breeding kink. naturally, jake wants to make you a mommy.

excessive mommy/daddy/baby calling, breeding, and jaeyun being extremely dirty idk.

“why would i tell you that?” you scoffed, turning up the volume of the lit up flat screen. “those are private matters.”

“she’s too innocent.” heeseung teased, earning a glare from you. jay could only roll his eyes, crossing his arms. “i told you mine.”

“i never asked. why would i want to know about your kinks?” you raised your eyebrow, placing another gummy in your mouth.

“why not? i know everyone’s excepts yours.” jay plopped himself next to you. “yeah y/n. don’t you trust us?” sunghoon piped up, grinning from ear to ear.

“you guys are so annoying. why are you even here?” you asked, finally sitting up from the oh so comfortable position you were in. “stop eating all my food, you pricks.” you complained, snatching the bag of snacks from heeseung.

“we’ll leave if you tell us.” heeseung replied, leaning on his hands as he sat on your living room floor. “it’s for educational purposes.”

“fine. i have a…breeding kink. are you happy now?” you sighed, picking up the trail of chips they were leaving everywhere. “you guys should pity me. you come here and make a mess everyday.”

all of them were sharing glances. the only one who kept staring at you was jake. you stopped cleaning when you realized that he hadn’t even spoken since he got here.

jake suddenly got up, clearing his throat. “i’ll help.” his hands were trembling as he helped you clean all the mess the others have made. “guys we should go. y/n should have her own apartment to herself for once.” he said, motioning them to leave with his eyes.

“yeah, i agree with what jakey said. this is why you’re my favorite.” you sent jake a wink. “but don’t tell riki i said that.”

“we’ll be back tomorrow morning!” you heard sunghoon yell as they walked out. his cute laugh echoing in the hallway.

“jake. jake!” you called him, holding onto his wrist. “thank you. for telling them to go home for once.” you thanked him, looking down at his wrist in your hold. his pulse was so fast.

“it’s the least we could do.” his heavy australian accent seeped through as he spoke. pulling back his hand as the others called him to leave.

you could see the blush rushing up to his cheeks, “let’s have breakfast together. tomorrow morning, i’ll pick you up.” you proposed quickly. not letting him decline as you pushed him out lightly. “bye, jakey.”

jake looked down at his hand on his chest as you closed the door. “she’s doing this on purpose.” he mumbled, trailing behind the other three boys.

“you got what you want, jaeyun?” heeseung asked, wrapping his arm around jake’s shoulder. “your girl has a breeding kink. knock her up.” he teased, groaning when he felt jake elbow him in the stomach.

“shut up.” either way his face was flushed, earning teasing from the other three the whole ride home.

when the morning arrived you were in a relatively good mood. smiling as you grabbed your purse. why you were so happy?

it was jake. you didn’t necessarily like jake but you were well aware of the small crush the older had on you. it was cute. jake was cute.

you loved messing with jake. remembering his flustered face when you mentioned the sinful fantasies you had last night. you were determined to make the older sleep with you.

you wanted to fuck sim jaeyun.

‘i’m outside, jaeyunie.’ you sent, setting your phone down as you waited for him to come out.

after a few minutes you could see him rushing out with his phone in hand. getting inside the passenger seat. “i didn’t think you were serious about this.” he said, clearing his throat as he put it seatbelt on.

“why wouldn’t i be?” you asked, making your way to the cute little breakfast place a few blocks away. you could see him shrug from the corner of your eye. “where are the others? did they ask to come?”

jake shook his head as he remembered how the others hyped him up before he came out running to your car. “they said they were going to the gym.”

jake was so shy. you loved it. “they have good breakfast here.” you said, parking.

the walk to the restaurant was so awkward, you could see jake hesitating…hesitating to hold your hand like the others told him to.

you hid your smile as you grabbed his hand, walking closely to him. you didn’t say anything, pretending like it was normal. “let’s sit here.”

although his hand was starting to sweat from how nervous he was you didn’t let go. holding his hand from across the table. “jaeyun…jaeyun~” you called out to him, seeing his eyes glued to your interlaced fingers.

“hmm?” his eyes shifted from your hands to your face.

“do you want to come over and watch a movie? we don’t hang out that much.” you forced a pout on your lips, caressing his hand with your thumb.

“okay…yeah, jay and others wanted to go over any-“

“me and you, jaehyun. we never hang out alone.” you cut him off. pulling your hand away from his. “what would you like? i’m gonna go order for us.”

he seemed to still be stuck on the fact that you wanted to hang out alone after breakfast too. clearing his throat, “i’ll get the same as you.” looking down as he spoke. he was blushing.

jaeyun never really agreed to hang out after breakfast but you didn’t care. either way, you were sure he wanted to.

“have you seen this one?” you asked, pressing on another random movie. you guys had already watched three movies but jake hadn’t attempted to get close to you at all.

you were becoming irritated, deciding to take matters into your own hands. “no, i watched the trailer though.” he mumbled, already falling asleep. he was there to watch a movie…not four. but anything to spend time with you.

you smiled to yourself as you pressed play. fixing the blanket that you had draped over yourself. “hands up.” you tapped his arm, watching as he lifted his arms with a confused face.

jake felt his heart speed up when you suddenly planted yourself on his lap. suddenly wide awake. letting his arms fall to the side and he began looking everywhere but you.

he didn’t complain when you laid your head on his chest. or when you made him wrap his arms around you. hearing you laugh at some of the scenes.

you could hear his shaky breathing in your ear, shifting when you pressed your ass further onto his dick. “wasn’t he in fast and furious?” you asked, looking up at the older.

“huh? o-oh yeah. he was.” the poor man hadn’t even looked at the screen. feeling his throat clog when he saw you looking up at him. “is there something wrong?”

”do you not like me?” you suddenly sat up, turning around on his lap. tilting your head as you began pouting again. hands playing with the collar of his shirt.

he shook his head quickly, “no no. why am i doing something?” his big doe eyes staring into yours as he waited for an explanation.

”hmm. no, that’s the issue.” you whispered lowly, turning back around to the screen. wrapping his hands around your waist. taking a hold on one of his hands.

his brows furrowed as he processed what you had said, trying his best not to touch you unless you made him. he could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket but he didn’t dare move. not when your ass was planted directly on him.

‘fuck it. i’m doing it.’ you thought, placing his hand near your inner thigh. making sure to caress his hand so he knew he could keep it there. “you’re not gonna answer?” you asked, feeling him go tense under you.

“i’m sure it’s just the guys being annoying.” his voice was shaking, poor boy sounded so stressed. but he relaxed a little when he felt you interlace your fingers that laid on your thigh.

”i muted the group chat so long ago.” you made his mind drift off from the fact that you were inching his hand closer and closer to where you wanted him most with a conversation.

but it was too much for jake. he didn’t know if you were unaware of how close he was to your kitty (as he’d like to call it). “i should do that.” he replied quickly. feeling you throw your head back into his shoulder when his fingertips grazed over your clothed area.

”those pricks are so annoying. always leaving their mess behind.” you said, dragging his hand back up to your lower belly. “i’m not their mom. always making me take care them.” you complained softly. unable to stop your chest from heaving up and down.

“i…agree.” jake really tried to ignore the fact that you kept inching his hand closer to your leggings. he tried to ignore the fact that he liked this. but he clearly wasn’t trying hard enough.

”and you always help me. you’re the dad of the group aren’t you? you keep them put together.” you asked, placing hands under the smooth fabric of your leggings and underwear. letting out a shaky breath. “don’t you get tired of it, jakey?”

“y/n…” he felt himself growing hard under you. you were doing this on purpose, feeling you move his fingers around your pulsing clit. the low moans that were leaving those glossy pink lips of yours.

”i get so tired of it.” you let out in between heavy breaths. moving your hips slowly against his clothes erection. “but you always make me feel better. it’s always you, jaeyun.”

jake was fast to understand what was happening. his fingers moving on their own. letting out a small groan when he felt your hand go under you. right over his erection, massaging it. “y/n…”

”yes, jakey?” you turned your head, making contact with his neck. your breath fanning the his soft neck. leaning up to place small kisses and sucks on him, marking him up like you liked it.

he froze when he felt you unzipping his pants. his hand being quick to slip out of your underwear to hold your wrist. “don’t. we shouldn’t do this.” of course jake would love to have sex with you.

he’d dreamt about it so many times. but he knew you were probably just in the mood and didn’t really like him. “jaeyun.” god he loved when you called him by his name. instantly looking into your eyes.

”please. don’t you like me? have you never thought about me? i’m sure you were thinking about knocking me up last night. making me yours. tying me down with a pretty little baby. no?” fuck you and that filthy mouth of yours.

jake felt like he was caught red handed. looking down, “i’m sorry. it was just that they-“ you didn’t let him finish again. shifting around on his lap before going back to kissing down his neck.

”do you? do you wanna knock me up with your babies? you’d be such a great daddy, jaeyun. we’d have a cute family. being called mommy by a mini you.” you could feel him nod, his hands holding onto your hips.

”fuck. i’d love to.” his mouth hung open, pretty moans leaving his mouth. feeling you pull his shirt over his head and begin kissing down his chest.

”then what’s stopping you, babe?” you asked, pulling your shirt over your head. you let out a small gasp when he suddenly pulled you in for a rough kiss. teeth clashing together for a second.

“i’m gonna love you so good, baby. make your belly swell with my kids. i’m gonna make you a mommy.” jake was letting his fantasies go. whispering against your lips as he carried you into your bedroom. both of you falling into the soft mattress.

”yeah? how many are you gonna give me, daddy?” his hands were undressing you rapidly, kissing down your body.

“as many as mommy wants. i’ll give you all the babies in the world.” he mumbled, moaning when he felt your fingers lace themselves in his hair. finally placing a long lick up your glossy slit. moaning at the taste.

”oh fuck, jaeyun.” your back was already arching at the short contact. inching him closer to your aching heat. letting out a whine when he slapped your thigh.

”that’s not my name right now, mommy.” this was a new side of jake and you loved it. you wanted him to be like this to you. only you.

“daddy…please.” you sighed in relief when you got what you wanted. letting out a shaky moan when the older had spread your folds. tongue pressing itself against your clit. “mmmh.”

your bottom lip stuck between your teeth and eyes rolled back was the prettiest sight jaeyun had ever seen. “feels good, mommy?” his words were muffled but you seemed to understand. nodding quickly. his tongue was working you so perfectly.

“so good. but i wanna cum with you. wanna make sure daddy fills me up.” you sounded so crazy. so stuck in the lust to be aware of how slutty you sounded.

“don’t worry. daddy’s gonna take care of you tonight.” hearing him refer to himself as daddy made your walls clench around nothing. seeing him sit up to unbutton his jeans.

”fuck. you’re so sexy.” you mumbled, smiling as he threw his clothing to the side. pulling him back to you. “i want you so bad. but daddy was taking to long to understand my hints.” you whined, feeling him unclipping your bra.

jaeyun could only smile against your skin, sucking on your breasts as you wrapped your legs around his torso. “daddy’s sorry. but he’ll make it up to mommy. i’ll give mommy what she wants.”

you let your head fall back as he began sliding his thick length into you. it burned but the stretch was what made you go crazy. drool falling down the side of your face.

jake was quick to help. wrapping one of his arms around your waist before connecting your lips again. hips starting to slowly grind themselves into yours. “mommy feels so good. so fucking good.” jake’s mouth was filthier than you had ever expected to be.

after a few minutes, your nails were already digging into the older’s back, urging him to pound into you. “oh please. please give it to me, daddy. i’ll be such a good mommy.” you were growing louder and louder the harder jaeyun pounded and grounded his hips into yours.

he pulled away to see your blissed out expression. how much you were drooling. how tears were falling down your face. how you were falling apart for him. “yeah? you’ll be the best mommy, baby. you’ll be good for daddy, right?”

jake seemed to know how to get you riled up. watching you nod quickly. seeing your back arch and chest make contact with his. “i love when you listen, baby. makes daddy want to fuck you into his mattress every day.”

his face was nuzzled into your neck, leaving red marks to try and drown out his loud noises. you felt so good around him, he never wanted this to stop. taking one of your legs into his hold so he could get a better angle.

”oh fuck! oh jaey-daddy! right there, please. please. pl-“ you were begging him so loudly. begging him to keep hitting that spot that was driving you insane. feeling you suddenly tighten around him.

”is mommy close? can she wait for daddy?” he whispered in your ear, his groans and skin slapping were drowning out in your ear. your body was getting hotter and your belly tightening.

”mhm. yes! i can…i’ll wait for daddy!” you yelled, unable to do anything else besides cry and beg for him. feeling him bit into your shoulders. “please cum in me. please daddy! want you to knock me up. i wanna be yours!”

”hold on. daddy’s almost there. i’m gonna fill you up so well. you’re gonna be so pretty with your swollen belly. so pretty for me.” he whispered into your ear, kissing it after. “i’m close, mommy.”

“cum, baby.” that was all it took for you to release all over him. letting out the loudest moan you had since you started. chest rising up and down. heavy breaths as he continued to thrust. “inside…please.”

who was jake to say no when you asked so nicely. “fuck…” he felt his warm substance begin to fill you up like he said. milking himself out like you begged him too. not forgetting to kiss you slowly as you cried.

”don’t move yet.” you mumbled. wrapping your arms around his neck. not letting him pull away from the soft kiss. “feels so good…” you kept praising him. his fingertips caressing your thighs.

when you pulled away, he couldn’t help but smile. making you sit up a little so you could see the way his cum dripped onto your sheets as he pulled out. hearing the two of you let out small gasps at the feeling.

you smiled as you let yourself fall back into the mattress. “i’m gonna be a mommy, jaeyun.” you laughed lightly, watching his face fall.

“what?” he seemed to be processing what had just happened. “wait, y/n we’re too young to be pa-“ he stopped when he felt you pull him down to you. covering the two of you with the small blanket that you had on your bed for decoration.

”i’m kidding, baby.” you said, smiling as you leaned up a little to place a small peck on the older’s lips. feeling him return the small kiss. he seemed to be happy with the fact that you were still kissing him after the dirty deed that two of you had done.

”you’re on it right?” he asked, moving the hair off your forehead before beginning to kiss on your neck again. small wet kisses on your neck. the giggle that erupted from your chest made his stomach swirm with butterflies.

”yes, i’m on it. i thought you wanted me to be a mommy?” you teased, hearing him groan out of embarrassment.

”don’t start.” he threatened with a pink blush on his cheeks. rolling off you and pulling you onto his chest. “in the future.” he said, placing his arm behind his head.

”there’s gonna be more to come?” you asked, smiling up at him. chin on his chest as your fingers caressed his cheek.

”of course there is. i said i was gonna make you a mommy, didn’t i?” he laughed, watching you nod. “let’s get to it then!” he suddenly yelled, flipping the two to you over.

“you’re such an idiot.” you laughed, either way you let round two begin.

maybe you did like sim jaeyun. after all, he was going to make you a pretty little mommy.

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1. Alfie Solomons 18+

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1. Alfie Solomons 18+

(Y/n) p.o.v

I've had enough of Small Heath, Birmingham, so I told Poll I'm going to London to visit Ada. Granted I was staying with my younger sister, but I spent most of my time with old friends that moved out of Birmingham. They told me about this club, it's supposedly the rage of London, and I'm dying to see just how big this place is.

"Hurry (y/n)! The car is here." My friend, Mildred yells for me.

"I'm coming!" I rush past Ada with a kiss on the cheek. "Be back in the morning Ada!" I yell over my shoulder.

"All because your name is Shelby doesn't mean you have to act like one!" I hear Ada as I climb into the car.

As Mildred, Joan, and I rode in the car we told stories of our lives, and we'd laugh. We finally got to the club, and I'm so thankful no one knows who I am, or my family. We walk in, check our coats, and immediately I get an idea of what kind of club this was. There were people doing drugs before you even got to the main club part, along with people having sex against the wall. I might as well have stayed in Small Heath for this. The only difference was this was high class instead of the dirty Garrison.

As the night went on I lost each friend to guys, one with snow, and the other to dancing. I stayed at our table, relaxing against my seat, just enjoying the music, and my drink. That was until some high-end guy sat in the seat next to me, and moved it closer. I slightly move to the side to take a sip of my drink, trying my best to ignore him, but he takes my drink out of my hand.

"You shouldn't be alone." He states. "It's not safe for a woman to be here alone."

"I'm fine." I say in a monotone.

"Why don't we get a drink? I can get you the top stuff." He boosts.

"I have the top shelf. Thank you" I state trying to reach for my glass.

He grabs my arm while he stands, lifting me up with him. I try to pull my arm away, but his grip hardens.

"Dance with me." He commands.

Before I can curse at him a big fist collides with his jaw, making him fall to the ground. I turn to my savior to see a man with a beard, top hat, and a cane. He moves to stand in front of me.

"Right, you say you're sorry to the lady." His cockney accent throws me.

"I'm not…" the man stops when he looks up. "Sorry ma'am." He then runs away.

"Names Alfie Solomons, love. " He tips his hat to me.

"(Y/n)." I purposely leave my last name out.

"You need a new drink, love. What you havin'?" He points to my spilt glass.

"Gin and water." I told him. I could tell it surprised him.

"That's fucking awful. Let me get you a proper drink." He sirs as he holds two fingers to the bartender.

"So, what has a gentleman, like yourself, in a club like this?" I smirk at him.

"I could ask the same, love." He chuckles.

We are a couple drinks down. Apparently the rum in London is a lot smoother than in Birmingham. We laugh at each other's stories. I say goodbye to my friends when they leave with their own men.

"I couldn't possibly drink another one." I giggle as I move the half empty glass away.

"Let me help you." He helps me stand straight as we walk out.

Alfie walks me to a cab that's sitting waiting outside. I laugh at myself as I slip into the seat. I lay my head against Alfie's shoulder as he tells the driver to go he moves to rest on my crossed knee, and the other over his cane. I run my hand along his arm until it wraps around his bicep, and the other rests on the top of his rough hand. He flips his hand to actually hold my hand. We rode in comfortable silence until I eventually leaned my head on his shoulder.

When we pull up to his hotel he pays the driver, and helps me out. I keep hold of his hand as he guides me up the stairs. Once we get to his door his hands go to my waist to pull me close to him. I run my fingers in his beard as I smile up at him as we lean into each other. We kiss like we haven't seen each other in years, like we needed each other. He starts to kiss along my jaw.

"Al…Alfie please open the door." I softly moan into his ear.

He gives me a smirk as he takes a small step back, but doesn't let go of me as he turns to the door. I squeal from being picked up from the waist, and I hear the door slam behind me. I giggle as I'm set on my feet again. I turn to Alfie, playfully hitting his arm.

"You awful man." I laugh.

He chuckles as he throws his jacket off letting it fall over a chair while his cane falls to the floor. He grabs me by my waist to pull me to his chest. I smile up at him as I move his suspenders down his arms. He backs us to the bed making us fall onto the bed, with my knees on his hips. I gasp when he starts kissing my shoulder to my neck. I grab the back of his neck as he starts moving his hand up my leg, bringing my skirt up with his hand. I rest my hands in his hair while I open my legs for him to kneel between them. He locks his eyes with me as he pulls my underwear down. With a tight grip on my thighs he begins to kiss along the inside of my thigh then doing the same to the other side. I tried to lean on my elbows to watch him, but the closer he gets the more intense I feel. I fall on my back with soft moans. He finally is close enough, but all he does is kiss my lower lips with a quick kiss. I almost whine, but it stops in my throat when he licks up my opening.

"Alfie." I reach for his hand on my hip.

He entwined our fingers, giving me a slight squeeze before completely devouring me like a starved man. My back arches into the air as I grasp the top of his head. I've never had a man do this, this good before. My thighs already start to shake from him playing with my clit.

"Alfie, please! I…" my head falls back as I beg.

I feel his free hand run up my stomach to my chest as he sucks my clit while pulling away. He uses his hand to hold me down while I shake under him, a moaning mess. While I catch my breath he stands to look over me, and slides his pants off. I quickly slide my dress over my head as he crawls between my legs. I rub my hands over his shoulders as he gets in between my legs. My body is just melted, a puddle under him. I actually need him. I've never needed anyone this way before, and it's throwing my mind off. I can't keep any sense to me while he slowly slides into me. He doesn't stop until his hips are against mine, and he leans down, his groans vibrating my shoulder.

"Fuck, love." He starts to move.

I move my hips along with his as he moves faster. He knows every spot like I've known him for years. The faster he moves the louder the bed squeaks, the harder I grip his arm, and he tightly squeezes me to his chest. I bite my lip to hold my moans in, but he rams hard enough to reach deeper than I could ever imagine. I have to hide my mouth in his neck as I moan out.

"Alfie. Please." I beg into his neck.

His movements become sloppy, and I can feel myself tighten around him, feeling every grove of him. With a deep groan and another deep ram we release at the same time. I tried to catch my breath, but Alfie pulling me to his chest didn't help. I usually leave after I relax for a moment, however his arms are so warm I fall asleep.

I wake up at some point in the morning, and begin to slowly leave. I have to get out of here before he gets up or it's going to be awkward. I don't have many one nights, but I know the rules. I get back to Adas while she is at work, so I just go back to bed for a couple hours. I'm woken by the phone ringing.

"Ada Thorne residents." I answer.

"(Y/n), I need you back soon. Come straight to the Arrow House." Tommy orders before hanging up.

"Oh yes Tommy. No problem Tommy." I grumble to myself hanging up the phone.

He's such a pain in the ass. I tell Ada Tommy's orders, and she just rolls her eyes as she helps me pack. I give her and Karl a final hug as I board the train. I can't stand how I have to follow Tommy's rules, and orders. I swear I'm gonna smack him one day.

Coming into the station I see Tommy's driver waiting for me, and helps with my bags. Of course Thomas Shelby couldn't meet his sister at the station. The drive to Arrow was peaceful, and all I thought about was Alfie. I start feeling guilty for leaving, for some reason. Pulling into the long driveway of the house I roll my eyes at Tommy's new living.

"(Y/n) welcome back. How's Ada?" Polly asks as she helps me step out of the car.

"Ada is fine, Karl is driving her mad with his shenanigans, but overall fine." I laugh with her while we walk inside.

"Well Tommy of course was ahead of himself, because his meeting isn't until tomorrow." She walks me toward the living room. "I told him you would already be here, but of course he didn't listen." She lights her cigarette as she talks.

"It's okay I wasn't really doing anything." I shrug.

She hums in reply, but Tommy stops her from actually saying anything. He doesn't even acknowledge us here, he just pours him a drink.

"(Y/n) my business partner will be here tomorrow afternoon. I need you there to have the papers in order." He simply tells me.

"Why can't Lizzie help you?"

"Because I have you doing something else." He walks away with no response from me.

The rest of the night I talked with Polly. I went to bed dreaming of ocean water. I woke to Polly shaking me awake for breakfast. I took my time getting ready, and setting the papers in front of Tommy making sure he saw I put them there. John, Arthur, and Tommy start talking business, so I just leave.

Around two in the afternoon I was called into Tommy's office by Polly. She has hard eyes when I see her, but I should've been listening to the voice in the office. As I walk in everything goes quiet.

"(Y/n)." When I hear that deep voice again I almost fall to my needs, but instead my head snaps up to the man standing next to my brother's desk.

"Al…what?" I try to gather myself, but of of course a girl can't do that when she has brothers.

"How the fuck do you know our sister?" Arthur stands from his seat.

Alfie just looks at me in shock as I do him, maybe in deeper shock. I look at Tommy as he stares at me. He knew. He knew, and that's why he called me to come here. My head begins to spin as John and Arthur start yelling, so I just run out of the room.

"(Y/n)!" I hear multiple voices call behind me.

I run to the side of the house, squatting down, and just take deep breaths. I slept with their business partner, and I might actually feel something for him. I already know it's not going to end well for me or Alfie. I stay leaning against the house until I hear my name being called.

"Love where are you?" I hear Alfie's voice call with the others.

I take a deep breath before walking out. Polly, John, and Alfie are watching me walk toward them. Alfie looks my body over with sad eyes before turning to his car. Polly puts her arms around me as Alfie drives away. I know we weren't together, but it still hurt he left.

"It'll turn out right (y/n)." John rubs my arm.

We walk back into the office we're a fuming Arthur is sitting with a calm looking Tommy. Polly sits me in a chair in front of the desk, and sits next to me as John stands behind my chair. The look Tommy is giving me is like he's looking at every depth of my soul. He clears his throat before light a cigarette, and turning his eyes to Arthur.

"His name is Alfie Solomons, and he runs the Jews in Camden Town. We started working with him when we went against Sabini, but Alfie decided he wanted the Italians." Tommy clears his throat. "You know everything after that, but he hasn't done anything lately." He looks at Arthur when he scoffs. "I need to know if you knew him."

"No, I swear we met at the club in London." I tell the truth.

"Do you care for him?" Tommy asks.

"I… well.."

"Who cares?! You go near him again, I'll cut him." Arthur storms out.

"Answer me." Tommy pushes.

"Thomas enough." Polly steps in, but Tommy just stares me down.

"I don't know." I shrug.

"You don't know, but yet you slept with him." He scoffs.

"Oh please like you are the Virgin Mary." I roll my eyes. "I did know he was a gang leader or something like that. He stood up for me and bought me a drink. He was different." I say the last to myself but of course Polly heard, and snapped her head to me.

"Alright that's enough. She hasn't done anything wrong,Thomas. What she chooses is her choice." Polly tells Tommy, and gives him the eyes that meant that the conversation is over.

She walks us up to my room, and shuts the door when I sit on my bed.

"Now it's my job to tell you what he said." She smirks at my reaction, and hands me a folded paper. "If you want to call him he will answer, and business is business not this." With that she left.

Over the next couple days I keep thinking of Alfie, so when the guys are gone I use the library phone to call Alfie, and when his deep force answers I freeze.

"Hello!" He calls again with frustration.

"Alfie?" I quietly answered.

"(Y/n)? Wha…are you okay?" He sounds so flustered.

"I'm okay. I just decided to call you." I hear something move in the background.

"I'm glad you called. I knew you couldn't resist me, love.'' He chuckles along with my giggles.

We talk until I hear a while blowing in the background. He grumbles under his breath.

"It's quitting time, love. I have to go."

"Oh okay." I pause for a moment. "Where do you work?"

"A bread factory in Camden Town." He tells me, but a loud bang is heard before I could respond. "Love I gotta go, I work with idiots."

"Okay bye Alfie." I giggle.

"Bye love." He hangs up.

I turn around to leave with a giddy smile on my face, but Tommy leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"I'll deal with Arthur, just don't lie to us." He walked away before I could hug him.

I rush to my room, and throw things into a small bag. I have to get back to London. I tell my family where I was going, and the only thing Polly tells me is to be careful. The train pulls into the London station, and I see Ada waiting for me. When she sees me she gives me a smirk with her hands on her hips.

"I told you just because you are named Shelby doesn't mean you act like them." We laugh as we get to her car.

The next morning I got ready. I make sure everything is perfect before I get into the taxi. As the drive gets closer to where I'm going I begin to get nervous. What will happen? We stop close enough to the door. I knock on the big door almost getting hit with it when a scrawny man with an apron answers.

"I'm here for Mr. Solomons, the name's Shelby." I simply tell him.

He opens the door further for me, and I follow him through the bakery, up the stairs to Alfie's office. He points toward the door before going back down the stairs. I softly knock on the door before opening it slowly.

"What now, Ollie?" He doesn't look up from his papers until the click of my heels hit the floor as I walk to him. "What are you doing here, love?" I sit on the corner of his desk.

"Well I decided that I wanted to come see you, and that maybe we could talk somethings out." I nervously twist the bead on my dress.

"What is there to talk out? I assumed with your call the other day you were mine." He simply tells me as he stands.

"Well I guess so. I just…" He cages me with his arms.

"You wanted to see me." He finished for me. "I'm glad you're here." He kisses me deeply.

I stayed with Alfie for a whole week, and he almost had my brother banging down his door when he wouldn't let me leave. He ended up coming to Small Health for a few days until the smog got to him. After a couple of months of back and forth Alfie asked me to marry him. Arthur beat him up when we told everyone, but everything is overall okay. The day before my wedding Polly told me I was pregnant, and the baby was going to be famous. My sweet Sylvia was born. She was our angel. However our son Jack became a gang leader like his father. I love him to pieces, but he gives me heart failure.

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