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✹ ▬ 𝐖𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇, 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒

rating: Explicit

pairing: Arthur Morgan x Stephanie Miller (Fem!OC)

summary: Arthur and Stephanie mix like fire and kerosene—deadly and explosive. The only catch, they can’t stand each other. But when an almost perfectly executed robbery turns south, they have to work with each other in favor of evading the law and getting away with the money.

warnings: violence, blood and scars, bank robbery, guns, smoking, unresolved sexual tension, rivals or whatever they are to lovers, Arthur and Steph being idiots, threatening lives, smut, (relatively) rough sex, low to neutral honor Arthur, pre-canon

word count: 8,359

a/n: In this story Steph has been part of the Van Der Linde gang since she was eighteen, she and Arthur had always been rivals but they had feelings for each other (they’re just stupid). The knife that makes an appearance was gifted to Steph by Hosea on a past robbery, the one Arthur mentions in this story. Anyway, please enjoy it guys, I spent too much time on writing this.

MASTERLIST | ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

1897

It's old family money.

Tucked carefully away in the town bank behind metal bars and mean safes. It's perfect for a small heist.

Or, it would be, if Dutch didn't send Stephanie with him.

The town's main street is quiet, only the drunken singing and piano music bleeds onto the muddy cobblestones from the saloon. A few men sit at the storefronts, trading cigarettes and stories, not batting an eye at the foreign rider. There's a woman sweeping the porch at the gunsmith, a bit farther away a butcher letting his meat rot in the late afternoon sun. Arthur slows his mare to a slow trot, pats her on the neck. It's been a long ride from camp, and it felt even longer knowing Stephanie was tailing him.

He tried to lose her when he could. Dug her heels into Boadicea's sides when he was hidden by trees or sharper turns in the road and galloped away.

Sadly for him she's a real good tracker, and his destination was no secret either.

He suppresses an annoyed groan when he hears her stallion cantering through the street, too soon, too goddamn soon. She slows him to a trot and her horse falls in step with Boadicea, greeting her with a small nicker.

"You shoullda told Dutch you wanted a solo job," Stephanie huffs, a bit breathless, and turns towards Arthur, her cheeks rosy and her hair a right mess.

"I told him," he groans and turns his mare towards a small patch of grass at the end of the main street where a few hitching posts stand. "Guess he couldn't stand you complainin' anymore."

"The last time I was on a job was the stagecoach robbery back in march," she stops and gets down from the saddle, pats her appaloosa on the neck and ties him to a post. Thankfully, she can't see Arthur rolling his eyes. "Grimshaw made me scrub my damn fingers off while I was washin' your stinky clothes. I can barely pull a trigger with them," she pouts, puts a hand over her jacket, just where her revolvers are hidden. Arthur sighs and does up the top two buttons of his worn duster coat.

"Ya ready?" he turns towards her while he pulls up his gloves and pats his shoulder where the saddlebags are hidden under his coat.

"I'm the distraction?" She almost grins and it twists something inside Arthur. Stephanie loves playing the damsel in distress; maybe because she ain't one. Jesus, she's the exact opposite. Tall, burly, fits just right into the gang, into the group of killers and robbers and no-good bastards. She makes his blood boil—and he doesn't know if it's the right kind of fire or not.

She ignites the spark and Arthur burns. Always. Fuse and dynamite.

"Guess you are," he nods.

They walk through the street and the mud feels like it could swallow him. The loud wet sounds that surround their every step echoes inside his mind. He's usually like this during a robbery: hyperaware of his surroundings, blood pumping fast in his ears and toes almost curling inside his boots. The presence of Stephanie just heightens those sensations.

They hide behind a general store and he can just look through the windows of the bank from here. Perfect.

"Alright," she smiles again, puts a cigarette between her lips. She pats over her hair, trying to look somewhat decent. "Light this for me, will ya?"

She leans closer to him, holding the cigarette between her teeth while Arthur fishes out a match from his pocket and lights it on the side of his boot.

She puffs out two small clouds of smoke when the cigarette is lit, unbuttoning the top three buttons of her jacket. She doesn't have a décolletage like Karen, but hers will do the trick too. Men don't really care. Just gotta play the lost girl.

"Pinch here?" she points to a small patch of skin at the crook of her neck, under the ribbon she tied around her throat to hide her scars.

Arthur hesitates because even though he could strangle her sometimes, he doesn't really want to hurt her. He carefully pulls away her jacket and shirt and does as she says, pinches the skin until it darkens into a deep red. Stephanie hisses and he feels just a little bit pleased with himself.

"How do I look?" she asks, all hopeful, just like every time she's allowed to come on a heist—giddy like some one year old filly.

"Like a desperate working girl," he shakes his head and she smacks his shoulder for the comment.

Stephanie walks closer to the windows, tries to spot whoever is inside.

"Looks like it's just the manager and a lawman," she smirks.

"It's our lucky day then."

Arthur has a good feeling, even though he wanted this job alone. Stephanie's a lot to handle, but when it comes to playing her part she does an excellent job. They always pulled off robberies successfully when they worked together.

That doesn't mean they don't mix like kerosene and fire.

"Wait outside, I'm gonna take care of the lawman," she smiles and puts her half-burnt cigarette into Arthur's mouth to let him finish it.

"Alright."

Arthur leans against the wall next to the bank's door, smoking Stephanie's cigarette that still got the taste of her lips on it. He tosses it into the mud. He can’t be distracted, not now.

She enters the building, getting right into character with a painful sob, fake tears already forming in the corners of her eyes. Arthur shakes his head, nibbling on the edge of his bandana with his teeth, suppressing a small smirk. It would have been easier to send in Marston dressed as a lady, than Steph with that terrible fake crying of hers.

Or, maybe not.

“Please Mister, help me! I got—I got… A man grabbed me, on the other side of the hotel, I barely escaped with my life and my decency!” Stephanie sputters, hiccups coloring her plea. The smile on Arthur’s face widens.

“Alright Miss, calm down.” It’s the lawman or whoever he is.

“Oh, no! No! What will I do now? I can’t go home like this! My husband, may God bless him, passed away last week and I’m with child and I—I can’t face my family like this,” Stephanie almost wails and Arthur hears rustling, steps.

“Come, Miss. Sit down, breathe. Everything’s gonna be alright.” Arthur almost feels sorry for the man, especially when he hears them sitting down on something. Perfect.

"Do you think it'll bruise badly Mister? I can't go home like this, what will my daddy say?"

"It's not that bad Ma'am."

Arthur hears more steps inside so he pulls up his bandana, reaches under the sides of his coat to grab his revolver and kicks open the bank’s door with a long exhale.

The lawman’s facing Stephanie, still in a half-sitting position when Arthur puts the barrel of his gun to the man’s spine, cocking it and snarling under his mask.

"But it's gonna turn real bad for ya Mister. Don't move, or the lady blows your head off.” His voice is deep, rumbling, like a predator and Steph smiles at him. She pulls out her own guns, pointing one at the lawman and one at the manager.

“You can handle him darlin’?” Arthur’s grin reaches his eyes under the bandana and Steph nods, a bit too soon, too eager.

He called her darlin’. Christ, he totally lost his mind.

“‘Course.”

The manager tries to lock the iron door, fumbles with the key for a second and it’s enough for Arthur to kick on it, sending the handle straight into the man’s face. The manager’s glasses crack in, bending at the side and blood splatters along his thick mustache. Arthur probably broke his nose.

He tries to pull a gun on the outlaw, but Arthur’s quicker and he grabs the manager’s wrist, twists it until the six shooter hits the tiled floor. He pulls the man to stand and pushes him towards the vault, eyes glinting dangerously sharp under the brim of his hat.

"Open the goddamn vault!"

The manager staggers, wipes the blood from his nose with his free hand.

"I—I don't know the…"

Arthur shoves him against the door.

"Don't give me your bullshit, open it or I'll put a bullet in ya!"

"Alright!"

Arthur puts his gun against the other man’s nape and keeps it pressed there until the lock of the door clicks and it slides open. Three safes are inside, each of them locked. Arthur groans and drags the man with him, grabs him by the neck and presses him against the safe in the middle. "What's the combination?"

"I—I don't know,” the manager stutters, frightened. His toes barely touch the ground.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

There’s no answer.

The manager earns himself a bullet in the leg. He shouts, struggles in Arthur’s grasp, but he doesn’t say a word. Arthur can see the deep hate in the other man’s eyes, telling him that he’s a no-good bastard, an outlaw, a killer son of a bitch.

So Arthur slams him against the safe, knocks him out cold.

"Shit," Arthur grumbles.

He fumbles with the lock for a little, but the street comes alive outside and the blood roars in his ears a little bit too loud. There’s no way he’s gonna crack these open like this. Not with the little time they got left before the law shows up.

Speaking of the law...

Steph comes runnin', hair even a bigger mess than before, guns aimed at the door. Arthur wants to scream.

Again. She did it again.

He’s so gonna give Dutch a huge shit talk after this—if they don’t get themselves arrested, that is.

"What happened?" Arthur hisses between his teeth, pulls down his bandana to catch some air. These goddamn summer afternoons make his skin crawl.

"I took care of the lawman. He's knocked out," Steph answers with just a little bit of breathlessness in her voice. She watches the main door with too much attention. Arthur’s gut twists.

He slams the grip of his gun against the safe, but it’s a fruitless effort.

"Shit! It's not movin'."

Arthur’s furious. He tears open the buttons on his coat, puts his hands to his hips and looks at Steph. She rolls her eyes and comes closer, shoving him away by the shoulder.

"Step away, I have dynamite."

"Are you crazy?" Arthur whisper-shouts, but steps away, dragging the still bleeding fool of a manager into the other side of the room. He doesn't really care if the man lives or not, but seeing a blown up body is never good for his stomach.

"You have a better idea? Folks gonna notice anyway. One of them is already running for the sheriff," she says matter-of-factly, pulling out three dynamite sticks from the satchel she was hiding under her jacket until now.

"What did you do?" Arthur snarls, props the manager's body against the far wall, hoping the sturdy desk in the middle of the room will protect him enough. Or not.

"Guy came in, got a bit nervous. You know I have a meaner right hook than most men," Steph shrugs and puts the dynamite in place. "You have a match?"

"Jesus, Steph," Arthur wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his palm and steps beside her, pulling out the last match from his coat pocket and shedding the too warm piece of clothing, dropping it onto the floor. "Alright, alright! I'm doin' it. Gimme that," he yanks away the fuse of the dynamite from her hand and strikes the match against the safe in front of him.

"Thank you!" She pats him on the shoulder and leaves the room, keeping an eye on the front door instead.

"And Dutch wonders why I never want to do a run with ya," Arthur mumbles, annoyed, and he retreats into the cover of the walls, too, waiting for the explosion.

And what an explosion it is! Few of the windows break, more of them crack in. The sound is deafening, but looks like it got the job done, after all.

"Guess we gonna have to shoot our way out of here," Steph shouts for him when he steps back into the vault, already opening the saddlebags on his shoulder and stuffing them with money bills, jewelry and family heirlooms.

"Shit."

"Arthur, hurry up!"

"I'm almost done!"

Arthur shoves the rest of the riches that remain into his satchel, all bags on him full to the brim. This is a real decent take, and if they manage to pull it off without getting arrested or dying—

"Come out of there!" The voice comes from outside.

Great.

Arthur pulls back his bandana and the saddlebags, cocks his revolver and walks out into the main room.

"Get down!" Steph warns him, but the shots are already raining through the front windows.

"How many?"

"Five, one of them's the sheriff," Steph puts one of her guns into the corner of the window and blindfires, hoping to distract the outsiders enough so they can sneak through the door. "How do you wanna do this?"

"There’s a wagon outside for cover.”

So they run.

Steph keeps firing, shoots one deputy in the shoulder. The man falls into the mud and Arthur can see her smirking. She’s really enjoying this, the sick woman. She wanted the shootout.

Arthur’s back slams against the wagon and he reloads his weapon, aims at the sheriff.

“I’m the sheriff of this town. You can’t escape, you’re outnumbered, so I suggest you give up now and maybe we try not to kill ya!”

“I suggest you run before you all die,” shouts back Arthur, and to emphasize his words he shoots a deputy in the thigh, and another in the belly. “Now it’s a fair fight, Mister!”

“Goddamn thieving bastards!” comes the answer from the sheriff, all laced with venom and anger. “You won’t leave this town alive!”

He tries, he really does.

A bullet whistles away next to Arthur’s ear, but it’s useless. He’s a gunslinger for a reason. They fire back when the sheriff reloads his revolver, and Steph takes down another deputy.

“Hands up, and you’ll live, Mister!” Arthur points his gun at the sheriff, Stephanie helping him with her own six-shooter.

“You shoot up my town, my deputies, and you think you have a say in this matter?” The sheriff is furious and he moves fast, but not fast enough. Steph takes him down with a bullet to the knee and the man falls onto the filthy cobblestones with a desperate cry.

Arthur whistles for Boadicea and the horses come running while the streets fills with life again. The reinforcements arrive with galloping horses.

Steph grabs the horn of her saddle, hangs onto her stallion until she can pull herself onto its back, heels already digging in, urging the horse to go even faster. She looks back above her shoulder, at Arthur who slings himself into his saddle just then, grabbing Boadicea’s reins and clicking his tongue.

The chase is long, longer than any they were part of lately. The lawmen fire at them with rifles and revolvers, barely letting up before the bullets start rainin’ again. The horses almost pant, tiring out after a few miles of full speed running.

"I knew it was a huge mistake letting you come," Arthur comes up to Steph, passing one of the saddlebags to her. She flings it over her stallion’s neck.

"You ain't a saint either, Arthur.” There’s a serious look in her eyes and their gazes meet. It’s no for long though, they have to duck down when a bullet wheezes through between them. Boadicea neighs unhappily.

"This is on you, Steph!”

"Oh shut up and ride," she rolls her eyes and fires back at the lawmen with her revolver, trying to at least scare their horses.

Arthur pats Boadicea’s neck, murmurs her soft words to encourage her, but they have to stop or at least slow down soon or the horses will get hurt.

The mountains near closer and closer, thick pine forests covering the land in every direction with steep hillsides and cliffs and slippery rocks. It’s perfect to hide.

Arthur whistles to Steph to get her attention and he points her towards the trees with a wave of his hand. They have to hold back the horses a little, because evading the pines in a thick forest as this is even harder than evading the law.

Arthur’s hand burns from the glove, his hair sweaty and messy under his hat. He pulls down his bandana when the deputies finally disappear from behind them. puffing out tired breaths and guiding his mare deeper into the woods, deep until the canopy over them seals together, until the low sunlight turns into a greyish-purple darkness.

No gunshots have been ringing for a while now.

They dismount at a small clearing where the treeline opens a bit. Arthur leaves the horses with the money bags and his satchel and hat to let them rest and graze. Steph finds a nice patch of bushes they can hide in—raspberry vines and oak saplings and Arthur flops down in the cover of them, into the patch of moss and bead of leaves that had fallen last autumn. It’s soft. Softer than any surface he has laid on in a very long time.

Steph unsheathes her knife and clutches it in her hand in case the deputies try to search the bushes nearby, but the threat never comes. The blade lays flat between her and Arthur, the sharpened bone edge facing her. Their chasers ride on, up towards the steeper terrain and they wait, until the sun dips behind the mountains, until the lawmen turn back and disappear in the evening darkness.

"You always snap at me like you had never made a mistake in your sorry life," Steph’s voice is barely a whisper but it makes his blood boil all the same.

Arthur turns towards her with a raging fire in his eyes and she has to swallow. He wants to punch her, wants to make her bleed. He wants to give her a headache as painful as she gave him. He wants to give her a blackeye to match his bruised knuckles, but he doesn’t act on it in the end. He’s not that asshole who punches women.

So he turns away instead, and sighs. "Best we don't speak for a moment."

They lay like that, unmoving and their bodies dipping into the soft bed of fallen leaves and moss that damps their clothes and makes them stick to their skin uncomfortably. The knife's untouched, placed perfectly in the middle between them.

"I always wondered what it'd be like to kill ya," she murmurs and despite the harshness of the words, they have no real edge.

Arthur just huffs, flicks away an annoying piece of dried leaf from his face.

"Why haven't you tried?"

The question is honest, there's no hint of his usual sarcasm. Stephanie's gaze wanders to the blade where a dying stag and thorned rose vines are carved into the bone. Arthur's eyes follow hers.

"I wanted to. But folks was always 'round," she answers quietly and the low moonlight catches on the white of her teeth. They look sharp; canines of a snarling wolf. Arthur could swear even her pupils are glinting golden when a firefly buzzes away above them.

"No one's here now."

He knows they're playing a dangerous game but he can't bring himself to stop. He wants to push her to her limits, wants to corner her, wants to watch her growl like a wild animal. He wants her to finally break, wants her, he wants, wants—

It's a dangerous, stupid challenge, but it's only one of many they've made during their time spent together. And most importantly, he knows she won't refuse. Can't.

Arthur smirks but the smile is a fleeting thing.

It turns into a breathy gasp as Stephanie rolls and grabs the blade off of the ground. She's on him already, pressing down on his chest with her full weight and holding the knife to his throat. Arthur is both frightened and mesmerized at the same time.

"Goddamn you woman," he hisses and she presses the blade harder, nicking his skin. She watches as a crimson drop of blood slips down the blade and finds rest on the carved dying stag. Arthur's hands fly to her wrists but she holds firm and steady and he can't pry her hands away that easily.

"Ain’t a soul ‘round here," she whispers, leaning close enough that her mouth almost touches his cheek. "Only me and you and this knife, Arthur."

"And what do you wanna do?"

He knows the law's long gone, that they ran back to whatever backwater little town they came from. Above Steph's shoulder the horses are visible, saddlebags full to the brim with money bills and gold and jewelry. He's not gonna die here. Not like this. Not by a hand that doesn't wanna kill him.

Stephanie leans even closer, so close, her lips almost brush his and Arthur can't help it, he opens his own. He waits, and Steph draws closer, fits herself right above him and she quietly asks, "This okay?"

And Arthur's gone.

He shakes off one of her hands from his arm with great force and presses his palm to her nape. He pulls her in, grabbing the hair there, not minding the blade still at his throat—albeit not pressing now—and their lips finally touch.

It's so hungry Arthur can't even decide which one of them opens up sooner, he just feels Stephanie exploring him, tasting him, kissing with so much pent up passion that their teeth clink. She's wild like this and Arthur almost wants to bite into her lip and draw blood.

He doesn't know if they're still fighting or this is something else completely. He twists his hand in her hair, enjoys her groan on his lips anyway.

Steph lowers the knife and puts it carefully down in the moss next to his head—a patch of white clovers are blooming there. She leans on that hand and lowers her body fully onto his. Arthur groans into their kiss, lets her know he really enjoys feeling her like this, close and heavy and warm and soft.

He twists his hand in her hair again, makes her pull away with a shuddering breath.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin', just wanna see ya like this," he murmurs, tilts her head back and plants a kiss on her exposed neck where the scars are still prominent and puckered. Stephanie scrambles for a moment, then she grabs his throat and squeezes, right until Arthur's breath hitches.

His eyes are hazy, pupils blown wide and his hair is full of little leaves and moss and dirt. A blush creeps up his neck, taints his face a deep rosy red. Stephanie's lips almost open around a moan.

They stare at each other for a few seconds until Arthur releases her hair, makes his hand settle on the small of her back instead while the other slides down too, grabbing into her thigh. Steph's hold loosens on him and she drops her head into the crook of his neck, kisses a small patch of skin there, and then bites.

Arthur squeezes her tighter.

"Steph?"

"Hm?"

"What do you want from all this?" he asks quietly, unsure, even though she still kisses and nips on his skin like only lovers do. Christ.

"Wanna feel good. With you," when she looks up at him there's a haziness in her eyes, a fire burning low and hot and he doesn't know if he wants to get scorched.

Arthur's still drunk on the thrill of the heist but he feels mesmerized for an entirely different reason. Steph smiles into the space where his neck meets his shoulder and presses her thumb to his throat, grins winder when she feels him swallow.

Jesus, he wants her to burn him. Brand him, mark him like ranchers do with cattle. He wants to feel her, even after the sun came up and the week passed.

So he pushes his hand into her hair again and pulls her into another bruising kiss. It's Stephanie's turn to be breathless. Arthur forces her lips open, licks into her mouth and she's lost. His touch turns firmer, grabs her with intent and need and she lets him, urges him even with quiet sighs and hastening kisses.

When she pulls away Arthur’s teeth still keep her bottom lip trapped between them for a second. He looks at her with a different kind of fire in his eyes, all dark and raging sea and the moonlight flashes in his dilated pupils like lightning during a midnight storm.

He rakes his hand through her hair, fists it higher, at her scalp where the touch is most welcome.

She grabs his collar, pops open the top two buttons, fumbling, but still quicker than Arthur's other hand that reaches for her wrist to stop her.

“You wanna stop?" she asks, her voice sweetened and quiet.

"No, I jus'... I just don't want you to do somethin' you'll regret."

"I won't, Arthur— Jesus, I won't." She's so breathless the words come out raspy. "I want you."

"Christ, Steph," his breath hitches and he squeezes her tighter to him, arms curling around her back and waist until there's no space left between them. "You sure?"

"'Course," she kisses him again, all tongue and teeth, and pries his shirt even more open, just to feel over his chest with a weathered hand. She seeks his heart, he realizes, but it's hers already, she just doesn't know yet. Hell, he would cut his chest open just to carve it out and place it in her palm.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Arthur pulls the hem of her shirt upwards, finds her completely bare underneath. He kneads the soft flesh that is revealed and she moans into their kiss.

"You was still sweet on Mary, I didn't wanna ask."

Arthur literally growls, grabs her by the hips and at the top of her spine and they turn. She lets him settle between her opened legs, lets him pull them apart even further until they're like stretched out butterfly-wings. The forest-floor is soft under her, damp and mossy. It doesn't matter.

"I don't wanna think about her," he pecks her lips and bucks his hips into hers and oh, he's getting harder with every touch—the jeans getting uncomfortable and the gun-belt a literal torture. "All this time," he rasps and pesses open-mouthed kisses down her neck. "All them years you was sweet on me and didn't say a thing?"

"I was not sweet on you," she answers in one breath, grinds her hips into his to seek that gorgeous friction. Arthur aches. "Not until that robbery down west."

"That was two years ago."

Arthur pulls her thighs even more open, guides them higher on his waist and she shudders into their next, barely-there kiss.

"I wish I was less of a coward," he mumbles, his lips shying away for a second to breathe a wordless apology onto her cheek.

"What, you wanted me too?"

"Sometimes I wanted to kill ya, and sometimes… Sometimes I wanted you screamin'," he's quick with his words and quicker with his hand even more, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt until he can slide a hand over one small breast.

"What kind of screamin'?"

He grins, and pulls his smile over her throat. He could bite there, on the ragged scars—on the memories of her brief romances with the hangman's noose. But he doesn't. He just kisses them, pulls away the neck of her shirt instead, and sucks a bite into the tender skin just above one barely visible collarbone.

"The lovemakin' kind."

An obscene sound gets trapped in Stephanie's throat, and Arthur answers her with a buck of his hips; his wandering hand sliding over her thigh and grabbing one leather boot. The spur clinks as he tugs the boot down, tosses it into the mossy bed of leaves near the forgotten knife.

His kisses turn into sucks and nips on her neck, making another kind of necklace around it. It's not made of pearls or fleshy scars of past hangings—they're love-bites, still flesh and blood and skin, just prettier.

Steph grabs his hair again, turns him away when he blows a hot breath over the fifth bite. Arthur smiles, more with his eyes than his lips and lets her do the same to him—to kiss and nip and bite, to mark him like he wanted to.

While she's distracted like that, Arthur undoes the buttons on her jeans and pushes her gun belt higher, to her belly.

"Wanna stop?" he asks with his hands lingering at the waistband of her pants.

"No!" It's almost a whine.

Arthur's smile widens into a grin as he eases her legs down from around his hips. They manage to pull down one pant leg and half of her bloomers, but the rest hangs around her other calf, wrinkled over the boot that is still on her foot.

It doesn't matter.

Arthur's palm curls around her mound and his fingers come away wet.

Stephanie moans into his neck from the barest of touches. He presses two fingers to her again, coats them in her wetness and guides them down to her opening, not sliding in yet, waiting for another reassuring gesture.

"Don't toy with me Arthur," she hisses and shivers when one finger presses inside, followed shortly by another.

"I'm not playin' darlin'. Just makin' sure."

She reaches down for his pants, manages to push off his suspenders and toss away his gun belt, but her movements are halted when he acts on his promise and thrust his fingers deep. Steph trembles, scrambles with her hand to try and grip something solid. It's a fruitless effort, but Arthur catches one of her hands in his, entwines their fingers together and pushes it into the damp moss.

"Jesus Christ, Arthur."

He curls his fingers inside her and her leg starts to shake.

Steph's fingers are at his jeans again, and this time she manages to unbutton it, their hands bumping into each other between her thighs. Arthur groans, pushes into her more urgently while she finally pulls down his pants enough to free his aching erection.

It's his time to tremble.

"Steph—," he mutters into one gentler kiss, a high contrast to his mercilessly pumping fingers. Stephanie moans and sighs over and over, not bothered with keeping quiet. Arthur wishes he could draw her sounds so he could collect them in his journal and remember them forever.

She strokes him, a bit fumbling at first, but she has goddamn clever fingers, trained quick on the trigger of a revolver, and Arthur wants to howl.

"That's it darlin'," Arthur praises, peppers her lips with barely-there kisses. He curls his fingers again, enjoys the breathless gasps that slip out of her mouth. "So pretty and wet for me."

She groans and releases his cock in favor of grabbing his hand instead, pulling it away until he rests his palm on her inner thigh, smearing her wetness on it.

"C'mon Arthur!"

“You sure?” His hand digs into her thigh, and the other wraps around her nape, all gentlelike, and he touches his forehead to hers for a few seconds.

“Yes! Yes, Arthur—” she pants, brings her fingers to his mouth. They’re slick with his own precome, but he doesn’t mind when she pushes them past his lips and makes him coat them with saliva. “C’mon…”

“Alright… Goddammit, alright, jus’—” Arthur looks down, where her hips cradle his own. There’s not much to be seen from all of their clothes, but just enough to make his throat go dry and his guts catch on fire. “Alright.”

Steph slicks him up with his own saliva and the wetness on her mound to ease his way. He wants to scream.

All this closeness… It feels so real, so good it makes the things under his ribcage ache. It’s a good kind of pain, like the relieved shaky breaths after crying. He never wanted something this much. Never was this afraid of something either.

She guides him to her entrance and Arthur’s vision whites out for a heartbeat.

He pushes in slowly, captures her lips in a bruising kiss. Stephanie whimpers into his mouth while her hands fly to his shoulders and back, fingers digging in until pleasure turns into pain. She tenses at his grunt, clenches around him and shakes.

He stops then, leans back to look at her proper.

"Alright?" he asks softly, nuzzling her cheek and raising his hand to her temple, gently brushing away strands of sweaty hair that already sticks to her skin.

"It's just—It's big," Steph is breathless, almost overwhelmed and Arthur's chest aches with concern. "Feels good though."

He’s fully inside but doesn’t dare to move. He lets her adjust and waits until the hot tightness of her doesn’t wanna crush him anymore.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Stephanie swallows, averts her gaze and her cheeks flush an even rosier color.

"No."

The air wheezes out of Arthur before he could stop it. "Shit."

He looks down at her apologetically, the fire in his eyes turning softer. He caresses her jawline and pushes back her fringe from her forehead.

"Jesus, Steph, you shouldda told me that," he leans down, buries his face in the crook of her neck to kiss and nip and lick, just to distract her from the stretch. "Am I hurtin' you?"

He can feel her shaking her head and she pulls his head back by his hair, waits for him with opened lips. He kisses her, soft and warm and sweet, nothing like before, trying to ask for forgiveness even though she moans when he shifts inside her a little.

"Feels good. Don't stop Arthur, please."

The next one's louder, damn music to his ears, and his heart skips a few beats when he finally starts to move and a beautiful string of sighs tumble out of her throat.

Steph still holds him close, her hands snaked around his shoulders and she tightens her hold on him when he kisses her again, more urgent this time. She licks into his mouth, just a little, but it's enough to turn him stupid.

When the stretch isn't as burning as before, Stephanie raises her hips up, meets him in the middle of a harder thrust. Arthur's struck and his open mouth slides over her cheek, down into the crook of her neck where he can muffle a too-loud groan.

"Sweetheart—" he mumbles, reaches for her thigh to cradle it tighter around his hip. Step's legs are thick and heavy and wonderful wrapped around him, and they tremble when one of his hands snake down between their bodies to pleasure her with his fingers too.

"Ah—Arthur—," she grabs his hair, yanks his face back to hers a bit too harshly, kisses him with a renewed fire and hunger he never felt before.

There's a burn inside him, spreading like he had touched hot embers and let them light up his clothes. Every vein, every muscle inside him sings and aches for her, with her, and he realizes that this is that insatiable hunger he always felt before. That hunger he ignored and suppressed and hated until he couldn't contain it anymore.

Steph kisses him again, pulls on his hair like they would be fighting still. Arthur growls into her mouth, presses his fingers harder on her clit until she pulls back her lips with a gasp, shaking and coming hard on his cock. "Ar-Arthur. Shit—"

The hunger inside him feeds on that, on the beautiful way her lips part, on the way her eyes get all hazy and dreamy-like, on the way she squeezes him, keeps him deep inside until she can finally suck in another breath.

"Yeah, there you go."

"Jesus, that's—That was so good," she pants, almost grins, and Arthur's stomach fills with desperately flapping butterflies.

He thrusts into her again, shallow but harder this time and he knows he's not gonna last. Not like this.

"Arthur," she pulls his hair, to bring his face closer so she can whisper her words onto his lips. "Arthur. Don't hold back. Please?"

"I just wanna make sure you'll be able to sit in a saddle tomorrow."

Stephanie hits his shoulder and he actually chuckles, then kisses her to apologize.

"I don't care. Please," she's clinging to him, meeting his thrusts with her hips, so eager Arthur is still surprised she never had done this.

"You're gonna curse me to hell," another kiss, this time above her pulse. He slides a hand over her breast, strokes the curve of it with one thumb through her shirt.

"Ya sound like a coward," she grins, again, and Arthur's done.

"I didn't think that sweet mouth o' yours is gonna run this much..."

"Gonna shut it for me?"

"I ain't sure."

"Arthur!"

"Kiss me, for Christ's sake."

And she does.

They end up even more tangled in each other than they were, with Stephanie's heels—one still in her boot, one bare—pressing into his thighs, her hands all over him, greedy to touch, to caress.

Arthur's greedy too. He steals kisses like jewelry from around rich folks' necks. Grabs the soft parts of her, leaves his fingerprints there in forms of heat and fire and maybe bruises too. His movements turn needy, fast and hard, but she doesn't complain. She wants him like this—let loose like a mustang, free like only broken men can be free. The fire from his belly spreads and burns right through him, bleeds into her veins, ducks under her skin to combine into a coupled inferno.

She lifts her hips more, allows him even deeper.

"C'mon Arthur," it's only a whisper, breathless and so pretty Arthur can't see straight. "I'm not gonna break."

A far gentle caress on his nape and that's all it takes. He pushes her down, lays a hand flat between her breasts as he leans back, glances down to the space where he presses into her. The hair on his navel is wet. She's flushed, eyes barely open, her soft belly visible under her shirt, and Arthur can't hold back his sounds anymore.

She tangles her fingers with his, pulls him back on top of her, flush until there's not a breath of distance between them, and then he moves.

Arthur fills her mercilessly, taking and taking, so lost in the beautiful warmth of her he almost faints. The metal parts clink on her gun belt with every movement, drowning the messy rhythm of his heart. His ribcage feels so tight he wants to rip it open, wants to dig up space for her to crawl inside.

"That's it cowboy," she murmurs onto his lips, kisses him soft and proper, like lovers do—and they're making love, he realizes, souls stripped bare and hearts laid out into the moonlight.

For all his sins, for all the killings and robberies, this heaven is not deserved. He wants to tell her this, wants to apologize, wants to wash away those crimes, but Steph just looks up at him and she knows. The same blood sticks to her hands, the same stolen money is in her pockets. She's no high society lady, she's no vulnerable woman. She's killed and she never tried to hide it.

She still wants him like this.

His lips dip to her neck, where the scars are and he kisses her there, lets the loud snaps of their hips meeting drown the shaky sounds of his breaths. He thinks he loves her, always did.

Steph clings to him until his thrusts become too much and not enough. Arthur can feel her end nearing, and his own too. It was never meant to last long, not the way they hastily move, not with this fast give and take. He can't have his chest open for too long, can't be vulnerable for hours.

He's afraid, but she somehow senses it and soothes him with a comforting kiss, nothing like the ones before. Now he understands what it means to be loved back.

Arthur's hand slides between her legs, urging her on until she's trembling, coming around him a second time.

He kisses her once more, long and deep, and then she's empty, clenching around nothing when Arthur pulls out and spends himself on the fallen leaves and the moss underneath with a broken moan.

Steph watches him, how his eyes go all half-lidded, how his chest flushes red under his opened collar, how his hand remains on her thigh, squeezing, just to ground him to reality. She's never seen a prettier sight than him on his knees, cradled by her legs, all breathless and blushin'.

Arthur's eyes slowly open, all dark in the absence of the moonlight. He's vulnerable like this—cut open like a wound, still bleeding secrets and wants. It's her job to tend to it, to reach for him and pull him back onto her body.

He falls, and just barely catches himself on his elbows. Steph is warm, soft under him and he nuzzles her cheek, seeking a gentle kiss after. She gives him that and even more, pulling him into her embrace and carding her fingers through his sweaty hair. A lonely thunder booms in the distance but it still can't drown out the rapid beating of their hearts. She cradles him closer. All that rage, all that suppressed want is gone now, from his once tensed shoulders, from the deep of his eyes. Only tenderness remains.

A gentle tapping starts on the canopy above them, in rhythm with his blood, ringing so loud inside him that he can barely hear Stephanie.

"Shit, rain's here."

Arthur suppresses an annoyed groan and slowly kneels, pulling up his jeans and tucking himself away almost sheepishly. Steph can't help but catch a glimpse of him beforehand, following his hands with her eyes, almost mesmerized.

She quickly pulls up her pants too, and Arthur helps her with her missing boot before the rain really starts pouring, pulling it gently on her foot and kissing her knee through the rough denim afterwards. He grabs his gun belt and the knife off the ground, sheathing the weapon on Stephanie's own belt while clasping the buckle on his own.

"We have to camp here," Arthur sighs, standing up and reaching for Steph with a hand, helping her up on still wobbly legs. Jesus, she's gorgeous like this.

"Better hurry then."

They build the camp in the pouring rain onto gravel and stone, stumbling in the almost pitch darkness. Arthur ties the canvas to old, crooked pine trees and hopes for the best, while Steph uses the mostly dry horse-blankets to cover the floor of the tent. When they're finally done, the rain's stopped, but everything is sopping wet, including their clothes and bodies.

Arthur places the bedrolls inside their shelter, overlapping at the sides and pushes the saddles into the back of the tent to let them dry. Steph comes back with a few twigs after disappearing into the trees as a sorry excuse for firewood.

They make do with what they have. She builds a small campfire, shuddering as the damp wood finally catches and the firelight paints the campsite a warm orange. Arthur ties the horses nearby.

"Miss Grimshaw's gonna kill me if we get sick,” she sigh while she puts her hands above the fire, trembling from exertion and the cold. Arthur comes up behind her, his touch as cold as her own, but he puts his lips to her knuckles and they’re warm.

“We should strip down these, there’s no point in sleeping like this. I have spare blankets.”

“Alright.”

They shed their clothes, everything except the boots and hang them around the fire on sticks to let them dry.

Arthur was never shy when it came to being naked in front of others; he was living in a camp half of his life with barely any privacy. But being bare in front of her, that is entirely different. His body not well cared for. Weathered, scarred, marked with his past mistakes.

But then she looks at him, there’s no shame. She just walks up to him, as bare as the day she was born and she offers him a cigarette she just lit. Arthur accepts it, puts it between his lips. He doesn’t wanna throw this away when it still got the taste of her on it.

They smoke in silence, sharing the cigarette and comforting each other with soft touches. Arthur senses that she’s as insecure as him, as scared to let him see her, all of her like this as Arthur’s scared of her wandering eyes.

Steph puts out the butt of the cigarette in a patch of mud when they finish it.

The blankets are a bit coarse but warm when they crawl into the tent, exhausted but warmer than before, bodies cast in the all-revealing orange and yellow light. Arthur thinks she’s gorgeous like this, as vulnerable as he is, flesh torn open and heart laid bare.

They sleep tangled in each other on the bedrolls and dusty horse-blankets, and he feels the most peaceful he has ever felt, even after the robbery and the wild manhunt the law chased them on.

The morning comes swiftly with a lingering smell of wet earth and pines and the early mist.

Arthur cooks some beans for breakfast in the can over the fire he stroked alive recently. When Steph comes to he’s already dressed up and led the horses to a nearby stream to let them drink, and he brushed them down as good as he could with a handful of dry grass.

She stumbles out of the tent, still wrapped up in a blanket, and he passes his canteen to her that he filled recently with fresh water from the stream.

“G’mornin’.”

“Mornin’.”

They eat quietly, sitting close and not speaking a word, but this silence is comfortable, welcome even and Arthur’s grateful for it. Steph dresses after they shared another cigarette and she’s not ashamed anymore when she catches him staring.

They sit by the fire until it burns down and loses its heat, until the sun crawls higher on the sky and its light filters through the surrounding old forest’s canopy.

She hugs Arthur around his middle, lays her head on his chest, just above his heart. In her arms he feels soft, flayed open for the sun to see under his skin and reveal his sins. He’s not a good man. Never was. He never deserved good girls, ladies with homes and stuck-up families and riches. He’s glad now. He belongs into the wilderness, into the open plains and forests and mountains. He can’t be reined, just like a wild horse. Old habits die hard, and sometimes they last for eternity. Living a gunslinger’s life won’t end in him peacefully growing old in a cabin somewhere, he’s gonna die violently. But being with her, Jesus—

She’s a mirror, a long lost piece of himself. She wants him like this, like no sane person ever would, and Arthur loves her for it, truly does. He can’t say it yet, not like this, not after a messy tumble in the forest, not after robbing a bank, but he will, someday, he will.

“I’m sorry that I put a knife to your throat,” she apologizes softly, interrupting his thoughts. Arthur just pulls her closer, kissing her temple. He would die the most merciful death by her hand.

“I had it comin’ I guess,” Arthur smiles, lips still lingering on her skin. He feels like he's been tamed. Branded, like he wanted. “But I don’t mind.”

“What, you liked it?” Steph grins, slides her hand up to his throat to press on his skin where she can feel him gulp in a quick breath. The little cut where she nicked him is barely visible, but she swipes her thumb over it anyway.

“I liked what came after.”

“I liked that too,” she whispers, already close to his lips and then they’re kissing, warm and hasty and hard. By the time she’s pulled into his lap, Arthur’s tongue is already tasting her mouth, demanding kisses like he can't get enough.

They don't shed their clothes, just what's really necessary. There are little bare spots, like opened collars and pulled up shirts, and it's enough for now, enough to let them join together again, enough to have each other on the dusty horse blankets and gravel and stone.

But this time it's different. Slow, well… slow like a quick affair in a forest can be, and gentle.

When it's over Arthur helps her with righting her clothes, and when they finish packing up he helps her into the saddle too. He laughs when she winces.

"Hey, don't kill me with that look. This was on you," he adjusts his body in Boadicea's saddle after he's mounted up, smirking.

"Me and my big mouth," Steph mumbles as they turn back towards the road, keeping a slow pace to go easy on her.

The ride is long, or it feels long for Stephanie, but this time she and Arthur fill the space between them with conversation and comfortable silence, and when finally a familiar patch of trees and the caravan emerges in the distance, Steph lets out a relieved sigh.

At the edge of camp, Hosea greets them with a wave and a knowing grin on his face.

"Last time we could hear you bickering from a mile. What happened?"

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x oc #rdr2 oc #oc: stephanie miller #my art #my writing #i didn't proofread this i'm too tired

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Idk if your still looking for short requests, but I’ve really been in an Ezra mood lately and am basically dying to read more with him in it. Maybe something where he finds/meets you on a planet he’s on for one of his digs, or you get assigned to go on a dig with him? Maybe some smut because he’s been lonely and he usually works alone but having the reader so close to him frustrates the hell out of him?

(You totally don’t have to write this if you don’t wanna, but thank you for doing these! I love your writing!)

Twelve Hours To Pickup (Ezra x f!Reader)

Summary: You and Ezra have twelve hours before your shuttle picks you up. Twelve hours with nothing to do.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos), dom/sub elements but not really, lots of dirty talk, reader uses she/her pronouns and is afab. oh, also language ig. one or two spanks.

A/N: YEET this is my first ezra fic and it’s horny but here we go. We’ve been on a smut kick lately but I’m here for it! I was actually really anxious to both write and post this but here we are!

Ezra is a man of extreme amounts of willpower. He can do anything he sets his mind to. Hell, he was conscious while a teenage girl literally sawed his fucking infected arm off. When Ezra is determined, he is not to be fucked with.

That being said, being in such close proximity to you is driving him up the fucking wall.

It’s not like you’re even that close to him. You’re both wearing thick spacesuits, complete with filters and helmets to provide oxygen and keep dangerous air particles out. You’re not exactly doing the most romantic activity either: you’re harvesting aurelac. It’s a disgusting process, gooey shit covering your gloved arms. You’re both experienced prospectors, but it makes you gag every time you do it. Of course you had to be assigned to the biggest mouth in the fucking galaxy.

“What seems to be the matter, little bird?” Ezra coos, smirking. “Such an experienced woman should have no such issue with a minor impediment.”

You shoot him a glare. “Can you talk using smaller words? You sound like you ate a dictionary and you’re vomiting back up,” you snap as you wipe the gunk off your arm and start the process of removing the gem.

Ezra smiles this time. “My sincerest apologies, my gem. I simply verbalize in this manner out of habit.”

You roll your eyes and continue. “I’d hate to hear what you sound like in bed,” you shoot back.

He walks closer to you, abandoning the current rock he’s removing, surprisingly nimbly considering he only has one arm. “Is that so, little bird?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Stop calling me that and get back to your fucking work, Ezra. You still have one functioning hand, make the best of it.”

The man pouts at you, placing his hand over his heart. “My dear, you’ve wounded my wretched little heart with such a comment.”

“Could’ve said ouch and moved on. I’m not gonna kiss it better, even if I might like to,” you smirk at him, shooing him away with your hand.

The man’s face bears a salacious smirk. “What was that?” He asks.

“Wow, that was the shortest sentence I’ve ever heard you say.” You spray the gem with the liquid in the bottle. “Go do your part and maybe I’ll consider spending a little time with you later.”

Ezra bites his lower lip and stalks off back to his share.

You’re almost back at the pod. You’ve walked in silence this entire time, not daring to speak and feed the fire that’s burning between the two of you. When the pod is in sight, Ezra’s last reserve breaks, burns the wick and lights the dynamite. “Well, my dove? Has my share of the aurelac satisfied your standards?” He asks, walking next to you again.

You look over at the container. He harvested significantly more than you did, which further proves your knowledge that he’s fantastic at prospecting. It’s no surprise, you suppose, but it is intriguing. Your eyes travel from the case to his dusty brown eyes, staring back at you. You smirk, and tilt your head. “I’m not sure. Get out of that space suit first and we can see.”

He bites his lip to hold back from spouting off more words. It doesn’t work for long. “Oh, does my eloquence excite you, little bird?” He asks, walking side by side with you now.

“Don’t push it,” you laugh and climb into the pod. The two of you pass through the airlock and you finally strip your space suit off, leaving you in the jumpsuit beneath it.

Ezra does the same. One shoulder is knotted off just below where his arm was severed. His jumpsuit clings tight to his chest, which is muscular, from the sweat inside the suit. He examines you just the way you examine him.

The two of you deposit your aurelac in the corner before finding yourselves standing together. You look over at him. “When is our shuttle coming?”

He looks at the digital watch on his wrist, then back at you. “We have at least 12 hours,” he says, head tilted down but those big eyes looking up. At you.

You pretend to look off and consider something else. “We finished the harvest in record time. I wonder how we could pass the remaining hours,” you sigh, though you both know it’s teasing. You know exactly what you want.

“My dove,” Ezra breathes, a warm hand cupping your face. “I want you.”

Somehow, it’s even hotter when he doesn’t use those big words. “I want you too,” you sigh and your lips crash to his desperately. He pushes you against the wall.

It’s hot and sloppy and desperate. The man is a fantastic kisser, his lips moving perfectly in sync to yours. The pod has busted air conditioning, making it as hot as the surrounding planet, but neither of you care. There’s sweat dripping from your face and from is, and there’s a mutual understanding that that doesn’t matter now. You need each other, badly.

His tongue presses against the seam of your lips and you open your mouth, allowing him in. He groans at the sensation as you rock your hips into his, desperately grinding. He pulls away for a second, his brows scrunching together in the pleasure. “Little bird,” he exhales. “Do you have the implant?”

You nod. “You?”

“But of course. Where would you prefer to be ravished, my glorious being?” He asks, lips finding the skin of your neck and sucking a mark into the tender spot behind your ear.

You cry out and fall back against the wall. “Wherever. Anywhere. Please, Ezra.”

He smacks your ass, making you yelp out even though it only increases the wetness between your thighs. “Make a decision, my dove.”

You’re panting already, and he hasn’t even done anything. “Right here. Right now. Against the wall.”

He smirks at that, nipping into your skin. “Oh, so ruttish for me,” he groans. “Desperate for me to take you.”

“Yes,” you nod, giving into his domineering attitude. “Please, please,” you cry, and he bites the collar of your jumpsuit and unzips the front, pushing it from your shoulders. Your chest is now only covered by a sports bra. You help him remove it and toss it aside, leaving just your lower half covered.

Ezra groans and feels himself harden even further as he sees your chest. “Oh, those exquisite breasts,” he groans, sinking to his knees. He forces you to bend a little as his lips find your nipple, sucking and tugging on it with his teeth. You cry out at the feeling, hands pressed to the wall, and he chuckles. His hand finds your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He bites at the skin of your breast, leaving a mark.

He goes lower. His tongue traces your stomach, dipping into your navel. He bites at your stomach too. The man likes to bite, that much is clear. He’s been surprisingly quiet since he’s put his mouth on you.

Ezra shoves down the rest of your jumpsuit and your panties, helping you step out of them before he tosses them aside. His hand firmly grips your thigh, and he kisses up the inside of the soft skin. “May I?” He asks, right before he reaches the pinnacle.

“Please,” you breathe, and he tosses one of your legs over his shoulder.

He’s skilled. That much is easily seen- or, felt- when he instantly latches onto your clit, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it. His hand comes to your entrance, teasing it slowly with the pad of a finger. You cry out at the feeling and he takes it as your invitation to push two thick fingers inside of you.

As you bite your lip, he looks up at you and smirks. His two fingers are inside of you, and he pulls his mouth away. “Little bird, restraint is the furthest from necessary. There’s not a soul to hear those sultry noises you’re making,” he reminds you before going back to lapping at your clit masterfully.

His fingers curl against that perfect spot deep inside of you, making you cry out in ecstasy. “Ezra,” you whimper.

He smirks and hums a happy sound into you, nudging your clit with his nose as he moves his tongue lower to poke at your entrance, along with his two fingers. He’s pushing them harder and harder, and you bury a hand in his hair, the heel of your hand over his blonde patch. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you warn him, and he just goes harder.

It’s all too much. You cry out his name and grip his hair as your orgasm washes over you, making your toes curl in the boots that remain on you.

He continues steadily through your orgasm, pulling away and sucking on his own fingers once you’re finished. “The nectar of the gods between your thighs,” he murmurs to you, a content smirk on his face. “Are you going to let me destroy you against this wall, my dear?”

You shudder, nodding. “Need your cock. I bet it’s big, isn’t it?” You ask, smirking down at him and running a hand through his hair, toying with his blonde patch.

He shrugs. “Now isn’t the time to play humble, Ezra,” you laugh, removing your leg from his shoulder and pulling him up to kiss him deeply. It’s hot and sloppy again, but slower. Deeper. You moan into his lips and cup his hardened dick, which tents against his jumpsuit.

“Little bird,” he shudders.

You break away and start to unzip his flight suit. You push it off his shoulder and it hangs at his waist, exposing strong a abdomen littered with scars. “Fuck,” you chuckle happily and kiss him again. You push it the rest of the way, along with his boxers, and it exposes his dick. It is large, you were correct, long and maddeningly thick. “Oh, fuck,” you moan again as he steps out of it.

Ezra grabs your hip and turns you around, pushing you into the wall again. His large hand takes both of your wrists and pins them to the wall. “Is that resplendent pussy prepared for me?” He asks, and you nod. “Say it,” he demands, biting your shoulder.

“Fuck! Yes, yes Ezra,” you nod, spreading your stance to allow him between your legs.

“Don’t move them,” he orders you as he lets go of your hands for a moment. With his hand, he lines himself up, notching the tip with your entrance before grabbing your wrists again. “I crave those maddening noises, little bird. Don’t you dare be quiet while I’m destroying that pretty pussy.”

With that, he pushes in. He’s thick, and the stretch is delicious. “Ezra,” you cry out, loving the way the name sounds when it rolls off your tongue. “Don’t hold back, please.”

“I couldn’t if I dreamed of it, dearest,” he groans as he fully sheathes himself deep within you. “So fuckin’ tight for me,” he shudders.

Your hands struggle against his, but his strength wins. “Don’t even think about it,” he orders, gritting his teeth as he pulls fully out then pushes all the way back in. It’s quick and rough as he gets started and it doesn’t slow down.

“Harder, please,” you urge him, pushing your ass back against him.

He nods. “Anything your heart desires, little bird,” he coos and licks a hot stripe up your neck, ending behind your ear where he nips at your earlobe.

You’re helpless to his ministrations as he pounds into you, and it feels like heaven. He lets go and your hands move in front of your face to support yourself against the wall.

You need it when a second later, his thick fingers are circling your clit. You cry out and he smirks. “Good girl, little birdie. Taking me so nicely.”

The words and the feeling is becoming too much. A hot haze fills your head as you approach your orgasm, accidentally squeezing around him.

He almost cums from the sensation. “Just when I thought that pussy couldn’t get any tighter,” he laughs breathlessly. “Let go, my dear. Squeeze me tight and tell me how good I make you feel.”

You nod frantically and moments later, you finally reach your peak, crying out his name and gushing around his dick. “Fuck, so good, so big,” you whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

The way you flutter around him is just too much. “Good girl,” he grunts, thrusting harder and harder and slightly more sporadically. “Gonna cum inside you, my good girl, show this pussy who it belongs to.”

“All yours, Ezra,” you whimper as the feeling fades, and you can tell that he’s close.

You clench hard and he falls apart, shooting his hot seed deep inside you. “Ah, little bird,” he cries out, his legs wobbling and nearly failing to hold him up as it takes him over.

When he’s finished, he groans as he pulls out. His cum drips from you and onto your flight suit, between your legs and on the floor. The sight makes Ezra shudder, and he smacks your ass one more time for good measure. “Good girl,” he mumbles and nips your neck one more time, walking off to the refresher of the pod.

“Just going to leave me here?” You ask, laughing breathlessly, slumped into the wall. Your legs are barely strong enough to walk.

He returns moments later with a damp rag. “Of course not. I must treat you well and praise you, after you took my cock so well.”

His words make you shudder again. He can feel it as he wipes the insides of your thighs. “Little bird, aroused again already? Need me again?”

“Maybe,” you chuckle and bite the inside of your cheek.

He groans and presses a soft kiss to the apex of your inner thigh. “Later. We do have twelve more hours, after all.”

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“You cocky little bitch.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: this was written in a love-struck daze for one Jeon Jeongguk and I have no idea if it’s any fucking good at all but ya know what, I needed to indulge myself. This is literally just Guk’s partner reacting to Dynamite with him and yeah, that’s the plot. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading :)) I’m gonna go watch dynamite 50 more times before I sleep!

AS soon as your boyfriend walked through the front door of your apartment you were grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen. The scene was set: laptop on the kitchen counter, white screen on display, volume turned up to the maximum level.

“We’re watching it in the kitchen?” Jungkook asked you, a small smirk playing on his lips. You knew that look. He was about to wreck you.

“Don’t question me, Jeon, the counter provides the perfect height for me to be able to see the screen properly and the kitchen is a large enough space that I can jump around without kicking the fucking coffee table and stubbing my toe and running the whole experience,” you ranted to him, beyond ready to watching this fucking video.

“Ok, ok, you lunatic, are you sure you’re ready for this?” That smirk was still there. What the fuck do you do in this video, Jeon?

“What did I say about questioning me?” Jungkook’s smirk finally formed into a full smile, his eyes crinkling just the way you adored, you grinning in return as you faced the laptop. “Ok, no talking on the first play, you can tell me all the behind the scenes stuff later.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” he teased, you shaking your head as you pressed play.

You wiggled as the Big Hit intro played, your anticipation peaking. When the scene cut to a pinkish sky with six out of seven members standing in a group you smiled widely. “Ah, I see you went for the cocky vibe.”

Jungkook scoffed in response, but it wasn’t a scoff that was telling you to shush, it was more of a scoff that was telling you, just you wait. “You said no talking.”

“Shh,” you quickly shushed him, Jungkook snickering as he snuck his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

As Jimin appeared front and center, the other members dispersing, and did a sassy little gun gesture, you let out an “oof,” Jungkook giggling beside you. “He’s cool.”

When it cut to Jungkook sitting in a bedroom, his vocals starting off the song, your eyes were glued to the screen, and Jungkook was entranced by you.

The Jungkook on the screen took a drink of milk and when he wiped away the milk mustache, giving a cocky little head snap, your eyes widened.

You felt you were keeping your composure pretty well for a person whose boyfriend was acting like, um, that in a music video, but Jungkook was highly amused by the way your jaw kept dropping open wide and wider as his verse went along.

And if your opened mouth wasn’t enough to give your lack of chill away, the gasp you let out as he sang, “like a rolling stone,” in the cockiest tone you’d ever heard come out of this man sure as hell gave you away. You swear you didn’t fucking breath his entire verse and when he sang, “iced tea and a game of ping pong,” with another cocky ass gesture with his widened eyes looking like a whole ass fucking meal, your body reacted in a physical jolt, you covering your mouth as Namjoon took over.

“You ok, baby?” Jungkook asked you with that goddamn smirk.

You couldn’t help it, you had to pause. With the video stilled on Namjoon in a record shop, you slowly turned to your boyfriend putting your free hand on your hip as you looked at him with your mouth still open, perhaps in a state of shock.

His smile grew wider and wider and finally, you exhaled. “You should have fucking warned me,” you complained, raising your arm and using his own hand to hit himself in the chest lightly. Your boyfriend fell into giggles, you finally coming out of your shock, but you figured not for long. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Should we continue?” He teased, you taking a deep breath.

“Should I- just, should I be prepared for death right now?” You asked him, Jungkook giggling in that boyish way that you were beyond smitten with.

“You’ll be ok,” he grinned, leaning toward the laptop to press play again.

Jungkook continued to look from the screen to you, his gaze lingering on your constant changing facial expressions as Namjoon and Hoseok had their moments on the screen, you letting out a series of ooh’s and oh wow’s, hyping his members for their appearances and their verses.

When Jungkook reappeared with a donut in hand, your mouth widened again before you bit your lip, a small squeal slipping out. Your hand squeezed your boyfriend’s, Jungkook leaning into you, bumping his shoulder against yours, basking in his effect on you.

At Jimin’s part, you started dancing a bit, yelling out an excited, “Jiminnnn,” making Jungkook laugh loudly. When Taehyung appeared on the screen, you gasped, taking a step back, Jungkook throwing his head back as he cackled at your reaction. You started shaking your free hand excitedly, not sure what to do with all your energy in your elated state.

When Namjoon came back on screen, you leaned closer to the laptop, asking Jungkook, “is that Yoongi in the back?” Anticipation coating your words. As Yoongi started his part, you jumped up and down quickly, yelling out, “yes Yoongi,” dragging the words out, Jungkook giggling like a school boy. At Yoongi’s little kick move, you shouted an impressed, “oh goddamn,” Jungkook falling toward you as he laughed.

You were grooving along as Jimin started singing again and when the group showed up, your man leading the pack, you groaned in your fucked up state of glee.

“Dude, fucking stop,” you whined out, Jungkook swelling with pride as you shook the hand that was wrapped up in his vigorously. “Why do you look like that, what are you doing?” You complained, almost angry by how attractive your boyfriend was.

As Tae took the center position, you shook your head slowly. “Oh, our girl is dead,” you said, referring to Taehyung’s girlfriend. Jungkook giggled, and you continued the slow movement of your head back and forth. “There’s no way she made it through this.”

The video went through a series of shots, the boys having fun dancing and being the absolute cutest and you started dancing along with them again, Jungkook joining in next to you. You ended up in a coordinated hip bumping move, both of you giggling and having the time of your lives.

When Jin appeared at the center, you yelled out, “Jinnie!” Jungkook joining in this time, also shouting out, “Jin-hyung!”

As the dancing scenes continued, you and Jungkook continued dancing, Jungkook slipping behind you, grabbing both of your hands and holding your arms out straight, almost like an airplane. He directed your arms to move around, you both laughing as he led your dancing, your eyes still on the screen.

When the music cut out, Jimin appearing alone on the screen, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying cutely with you, kissing your cheek as you smiled widely. Then your boyfriend came back on the screen, Jimin jumping on his back making you audibly coo.

“God you guys are the fucking cutest,” you whined.

“Oh, not as cute as you, Holly,” he complimented, nuzzling his face in your neck as you started grooving again.

“There’s about 20 million ARMY’s piling into this video right at this moment who would definitely disagree, sir,” you teased back, Jungkook’s giggles tickling the skin on your neck. You beamed at the dancing scenes, especially your boyfriend’s bedroom dancing, Jungkook smiling widely as he watched the screen with you, his cheek pressed against your own.

When the song ended, Taehyung closing the video out by putting a pair of sunglasses on with a little smirk, you sucked air between your teeth. “She’s a goner,” you said, again referring to his girlfriend.

“And what about you? Are you a goner?” Jungkook asked, kissing the side of your face repeatedly, you giggling as you spun in his arms, wrapping your forearms around the back of his neck.

“I don’t really know what I am,” you giggled, Jungkook laughing with you. “I was unprepared, I can tell you that much.”

“Did you like the song?” He asked, you nodding immediately.

“That was so fun, baby, it was amazing,” you complimented. “Truly, and you opening it like that? How dare you.”

He threw his head back in laughter, you continuing your lecturing. “Like oh my god, Jungkook,” you let out a small laugh. “You cocky little bitch.”

“Did it work for you?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he kept up his cocky act.

You flashed him a slight glare, poking your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “Well why don’t you take me into the bedroom and find out,” you suggested, Jungkook’s smile growing as he immediately started dragging you out of the kitchen to your room. “Maybe after you can show me some of those sick dance moves you did towards the end there,” you teased, Jungkook’s eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“Which ones? Oh you mean,” he slid away from you, “these ones?” He asked, going right into the moves he pulled at the end of the video, which you later decided to dub the ‘high knee shuffle’ and the ‘I’m a cocky little bitch and I know it but I be jamming’.

“Oof, baby, oh my god, is this foreplay? ‘Cause it’s working,” you joked, Jungkook laughing as he made his way back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, yours settling on his chest. “You’re just spoiling me now.”

“Always,” he whispered with another cocky expression before falling to the mattress, pulling you down with him.

He was cocky, but the man had reason to be. That’s for damn sure.

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Show Me Your Room -

Jeongguk established relationship

Fluffy smut : Part of the GCU

The studio sat abandoned, the call of dinner pulling everyone away for the evening. The last two cars in the parking lot, you presumed belonged to security.

"I can't believe I forgot my airpods. I'll just run in and grab them."

Leaning over to the passenger side he kissed your cheek. "Sorry I'm cutting into our date time."

"Can I come see?"

"Yeah? You really want to?"

"Of course! You think I'm not interested in what you do all day?"

The long halls of the warehouse were lined with huge doors but only one had the BTS logo across it. The bright yellow sign read, "CLOSED SET - credentials must be shown for entry."

"Am I going to get in trouble for being here?"

"I think it'll be okay, but you'd better stay close." he winked reaching for your hand.

"This is where the magic happens!" He pushed the door open for you to enter. "Welcome to my room."

It was amazing, it could have been in anyone with a teenage boys' house. Your jaw hung open in awe at the details.

"A Surfboard? Clothes, look at all these posters. This is seriously cool!"

He laughed at your excitement.

"So is this what your room at home looked like?"

"Are you kidding, my mom would never let me be this messy."

He slid his arm around your waist kissing the top of your head.

"And, she'd kill me if I ever had a girl in my room."

Pulling away you looked at him seriously. "Jeongguk? Are you telling me you never had a girl...over?"

He shook his head, "never"

"We need to fix that, baby that's sad."

"Yeah? I'll drive, it'll take a few hours and my parents might be suspicious as to why we just showed up…" He dangled his car keys playfully. "but let's go."

You punched his shoulder, "I'm not kidding Guk, let's take care of it." You looked towards the bed, "right now."

His face was dumbfounded but it held an open mouth grin like he was processing the scenario.

Gently taking the car keys from his hand you threw them on the wooden desk.

"Now's your chance, you've got me here, we're alone, I want you to show me your moves."

"You're such a wild girl."

You kissed his neck, "tell me you don't like it," you could feel him hard against you.

"I love it, I love you."

Your mouths met halfway, hard and needy against each other.

"What about security?" he got out breathily while pulling his shirt off.

"I'm trying to fulfill a fantasy here Guk...isn't part of it the fear of getting caught?"

Grabbing for the waist of his jeans you tugged him around to the bed and pushed him back.

A loud bang and a string of expletives filled the air as Jeongguk's head hit the steeply sloped ceiling.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry are you okay?"

You lay on his chest and pushed his hair back, "Want me to kiss it better?"

He nodded in full pout until your lips were almost touching his. Quickly blocking you with his hand, he playfully pushed your head back laughing, "uh uh...lower."

Leaving trails of kisses down his abs you smiled, "You say it like it's a punishment."

It had only been a few weeks since you became a couple, but you couldn't see yourself ever getting tired of Jeongguk.

He moaned as you reached into his boxers and wrapped your hand around him. The soft honey skin taught over his hard swollen shaft in beautiful juxtaposition always made you desperate for him. He looked down at you smiling, Your cheeks flushed with colour.

"What?"

"Nobodies ever made me feel the way you do."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment since your cock's not even in my mouth yet."

"I'm serious."

Your tongue ran around the outline of his tip, "so serious…"

Sliding your lips down his shaft he groaned, "seriously in love with you."

Wetness grew inside your panties as your mouth worked him over. Your hand slid easily up and down his saliva covered cock.

"Have I told you how pretty your cock is Guk?"

He grabbed the pillow and held it over his face, "Stop, you're not supposed to say things like that." It was muffled but you could tell he was smiling.

Sitting to straddle him your hands creeped under his down filled hiding place and lifted the corner.

"Why? It is pretty."

Pulling your shirt over your head you pressed yourself against his bare chest.

"What should I say instead? Should I tell you it's huge and manly and I love how it ravages me?"

"YES!" he flipped you quickly onto your back, "That's exactly what I want to hear."

His face was lingering above you and he wiggled his eyebrows, "We should probably hurry before my parents come home and catch us."

He slid your panties to the side and let his fingertip linger at your entrance.

"Jeongguk, do you think if we met in high school you would have liked me?"

He took a pause, "I think," he kissed you softly, " That we are destined for one another in every lifetime and no matter where or when we continue to meet I will immediately recognize you as my soul mate."

Your eyes locked and he tilted his head cutely at you.

"Jeongguk,"

"yes baby?" he wiped away the tear that had snuck out to roll down your cheek.

"I'm gonna need you to ravage me with that pretty cock now."

He sat up and hooked his fingers into your panties. Sliding them down your legs and over your feet he tossed them across the room.

Meeting back together you laced your fingers through his hair kissing him wildly as he entered you. Moaning in unison as he bottomed out you both giggled.

"Do we do that everytime?"

"Everytime," he worked his hips into you. "and I hope it never stops."

His lips slid over your neck sending every nerve ending into a frenzy that made your toes curl. He felt so good filling you that your brain turned off and all you could see was a kaleidoscope of colours behind your eyes.

"Jeongguk, I'm so close, don't stop, please don't stop…"

You could feel yourself fluttering around him. In such a short time he'd already figured your body out. No matter how excited he got for his own climax he always made sure to keep his pace steady until you cried out his name.

Sweat soaked skin slapped together as lips and hips synchronized to the grand finale.

"Jeongguk," you cried out as he spurted into you collapsing in exhaustion.

Laying together wrapped in the thin plaid blanket you held on to one another catching your breath.

"That was amazing," he kissed the top of your head.

"You know what else is amazing?"

"What's that?" he asked.

"Food. I think we can still make our reservation if we hurry."

He squealed in delight and jumped out of the bed.

"Girl of my dreams prioritizing sex and food."

Almost dressed you could hear footsteps getting closer. The door pushed open and security tentatively approached your scrambling figures.

"Everything okay in here?"

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Laughing all the way to the car he wrapped his arms around you.

"Jeongguk...I don't have my panties…"

He kissed the back of your hand. "I'll find them when we come back to shoot tomorrow."

But he never did.

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Months later you sat in living room as he hurried up the hall towards you."

"They just sent the finished Dynamite MV babe are you ready to watch?"

Pressing play he stopped about 40 seconds in to point excitedly. There, beside the backpack on the floor, your panties peeked into the frame.

The untrained eye would have no idea, but he spotted them just a little too quickly and with just a little too much glee for it to be a coincidence.

"Jeongguk, did you leave those there on purpose?"

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absoluteindulgence · 4 years

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How the Boys Give/Recieve

A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

Give:

My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!

Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).

After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).

He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams.

When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.

This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.

“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”

Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.

His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.

He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.

His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."

Receive

He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey

He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.

He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING

It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.

He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.

Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.

He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense.

Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.

Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao

❄SHOUTO🔥

Give:

His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.

Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.

He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)

He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.

His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.

He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.

His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.

Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name.

Receive

So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.

Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."

You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.

His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.

“You take me so well” headass

Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?

😈SHINSOU👿

Give:

Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.

He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.

"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)

Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.

Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.

Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"

He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.

Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.

Receive:

THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH

He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.

You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.

His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.

He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.

He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”

💥KATSUKI💥

Give:

Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?

He pays close attention to your reactions.

He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.

So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".

Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.

Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.

You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.

You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."

After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.

He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.

Receive:

He can be a real roughhouse at times

This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.

EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”

Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.

He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”

You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.

Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.

Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.

Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!

🌋EIJIROU🌋

Give:

This man is so fucking gentle.

The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.

Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.

He loves to leave you in a puddle.

Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.

Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.

He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.

Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.

Receive:

He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop

He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."

Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.

He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.

You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.

There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.

Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.

His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.

If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.

Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020

#Mirio Imagines #Shouto Imagines #Shinsou Imagine #Katsuki Imagine #Kirishima Imagine #mha hcs #bnha smut #smut text #absoluteindulgence headcanons #Mar's Writings

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jacquiesims · 3 years

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Viper Canyon - Chapter Seven

‘Elijah McLain turned over his shoulder to the wagon party members that had followed him to Viper Canyon.

“We’ll arrive in town soon. No longer than an hour’s ride, I’d say.”’

TW: Violence, Death

October 1852

Elijah McLain turned over his shoulder to the wagon party members that had followed him to Viper Canyon.

“We’ll arrive in town soon. No longer than an hour’s ride, I’d say.”

The three passengers that remained exchanged glances of relief. They were exhausted and starving – the journey had not been an easy one like the last. The party had seen illness, death, attacks from the natives, injured animals that Elijah was forced to put down, and worse.

Jacob and Alice Sawyer were siblings from Pennsylvania who had travelled westward with Jacob’s business partner, Harry Dunn. The two men had been barbers back east and Alice helped run the home they all had shared.

It seemed strange to Elijah that the three of them would come together to Viper Canyon, most men wanting to make a name for only themselves, but stranger things had happened. Most of the bachelors that Elijah escorted came by themselves but it wasn’t unheard for siblings to travel together.

And yet he was still thankful for the skills the men brought along with them – they’d treated Elijah to a haircut and the occasional shave on the trail, and even he had to admit that the prospect of a proper trim and clean shaven face by a trained hand was appealing. He wondered absentmindedly how long it would take for the men to open their barber shop.

Jacob, Alice, and Harry waved goodbye at Elijah as he forged on home, leaving the party behind at their selected plot of land.

He would be back to check on them, certainly, but at the moment, he was eager to get home and rest in a proper bed in a clean set of long johns.

Meanwhile…

The Yates Bank had been open on Main Street for two months exactly.

Mr. Yates, a benevolent man, had made his fortune several times over in foreign trade and decided to move westward with his family in hopes of enriching his coffers in a new economy. He had done just that – many who came across the country needed loans to see their visions of frontier life to fruition, and the Yates Bank had nearly made back its upfront costs of construction in interest already.

John Williams had finally settled into his position as teller at the bank. He’d tried his luck in the mines, but after several weeks with no luck he opted for the safer option of a salaried job under Mr. Yates and his son, who were both fair employers.

John smiled as a young woman came through the front door. The wind behind her carried in the subtle smell of her perfume and his heart skipped a beat. He was instantly struck by her beauty – he’d never seen her around Viper Canyon before, and he would’ve certainly remembered if he had.

“Good day, miss,” he said pleasantly. “How can I help you?”

The woman seemed to have not heard him. She looked around the lobby, eyes lingering on the expensive drapes and well-crafted furniture.

“Madam?”

She blinked her large brown eyes, finally turning towards John.

“Lovely waiting area,” she remarked flatly.

John’s brows knit together. “Yes. It is. Mr. Yates has very fine taste. Can I help you with something, ma’am?”

“Especially fond of the draperies,” she said, taking slow strides toward the teller’s desk. “Do you know who happened to make them?”

“Er…” John was confused, but he tried his best to oblige the woman. “I believe Mr. Yates had them commissioned from an interior designer in Aridia, miss.”

She scoffed.

“Is there anything I can help you with today? We provide loan and investment services, money conversions, and we have some lovely iron safes in the back for sale if you’d like to have one of your very own at home…”

“Well, what about the money?” She asked. “I’m interested in keeping my savings in this bank. They’re much safer here than at my home. Where do you keep it?”

John was relieved, glad the woman was actually interested in doing business. “Our money is kept on the top floor in an extremely secure vault, miss. Only Mr. Yates, his son, and I know the combination,” He added with pride.

“Lovely,” she said. “Could I see the vault?”

“Well,” John fidgeted, “We don’t really allow customers on the second floor unless they have a meeting with Mr. Yates, for security reasons, you see.”

The woman narrowed her eyes. “I have to see the vault before I know if I want to keep my money here.”

John felt put on the spot. He’d been explicitly trained by Mr. Yates to never let someone up on the second floor unless he was expressly informed that the individual was allowed up there. But if he let the woman go without seeing the vault, then he would almost certainly lose her business. Surely Mr. Yates would praise him if he secured another customer for the bank – by the looks of her frock, she was well-off indeed.

“I’m sure a little peek won’t hurt,” John said with a smile. “Mr. Yates and Mr. Morris are out for the afternoon, and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. If you would follow me, miss.”

“Thank you,” the woman said gratefully, following John as he unlocked the door towards the back room.

John stood in front of the vault door.

“Here it is, ma’am. As you can see, it’s an absolute stronghold of security. No one is getting in here without the combination.”

The woman looked the door up and down. “There isn’t any security? No one watching the door?”

John waved his hand dismissively. “There’s no need, really. The vault door is state of the art. Mr. Yates had it brought all the way from New SimCity – and it cost a pretty penny, I might add. I assure you, this door can withstand a blast from dynamite, even!”

“Dynamite, you say?”

John beamed, turning towards the door and giving it a firm knock. “Yes, the manufacturers assured us – AH!”

He turned back around to see the woman brandishing a revolving pistol, the barrel pointed squarely in his face.

“Open it.”

“Miss! Is this really necessary?”

She sighed, growing impatient. “Open the damned door.” To make her point even more painfully clear, she pulled back the hammer of the gun with her thumb, resounding a sinister click.

Cold sweat began to pour down John’s pallid face.

“If you open the vault and let my men take what we like, I’ll spare your life. If you don’t, I’ll have to settle for…”

The woman swirled the gun around in her hand, making up her mind, before pointing it at the tip of John’s shoe.

“Making due with a few of your toes.”

John struggled to speak. “I…miss, please – I can’t…”

“I said open the door, you idiot!”

At the rage in her voice, John’s trembling hands opened the vault door. Horrible, icy guilt swept over him as the woman stepped inside, never letting the barrel of her gun stray.

“That’s more like it,” she smiled. “Nobody needs to get hurt. Just do as you’re told.”

They stood there for a moment, John trembling with fear, until he heard the door downstairs open and heavy feet rush into the waiting area.

“Fantastic work, Rose!”

John was suddenly in the company of several terrifying looking – yet cheerful – men. They began to fill their bags with all the cash and finery in the vault. The woman watched, hand steady as she kept John at gunpoint.

“Don’t take it all, boys,” she said. “Leave the people with a little.”

One of the men piped up. “Can I take the vase? It’d look lovely in the parlor, Rosie.”

“Oh, sure, love. Don’t get too greedy, though.”

John’s blood moved in his veins like slush as the men carried their bloated bags downstairs, leaving the vault nearly entirely empty. The woman’s eyes never left his pallid face.

“Jimmy?” She called.

The smallest of the men – if he could even be called a man, John thought he was more of a boy if anything – strolled over to his mistress.

“What do you need, Rose?”

She smirked. “Take care of this one for me, will you? You know how I feel about witnesses.”

“But-but!” John choked. “You said if opened the door!”

“Don’t be a fool,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “You really believed the word of an outlaw?”

The boy cracked his knuckles, looking at the cowering teller fiercely in the eyes. John’s gaze drew along the deep, dark scar that marred the boy’s face.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” He spat.

John tried to swallow the painful lump in his throat to no avail. “Nothing! I, er…”

“Ugly scar, ain’t it? Got it from a man…who kind of looked like you.”

“What’re you going to do to me?” John whimpered.

The boy grinned darkly. “I reckon I’ll strangle you with my bare hands. I like feeling the struggle.”

“Please!” John cried. “Please, don’t do this!”

The woman scoffed again. “Do you really want to spend the last moments of your life begging for mercy like a coward? You sad little man.”

James reached out with both hands, but before he could grab John’s neck, the man threw up his hands in surrender.

“Please, just shoot me,” he sobbed. “Let me die an easy death, please at least grant me that!”

The woman considered John for a moment. An odd expression crossed her face before she chuckled.

“A lady never dirties her own hands.” She nodded towards the dark-haired boy. “Jimmy.”

The boy grabbed John’s taut neck was a terrible force, tackling him to the ground. The teller thrashed horribly against the brick floor, choking for breath. Stars appeared in John’s eyes, he clawed at the boy’s hands for relief but his grip was like steel – blood vessels began to crack open in his eyes as his vision grew black and distorted.

Rose stood back and watched, sliding her pistol back into her skirts.

John’s body lay limp on the vault floor.

“Lovely work,” she said to the boy.

He stared at John’s unmoving corpse on the floor, expression unchanging.

The woman approached him from behind, resting a gentle hand on the boy’s back.

“Let’s get back home,” she said quietly.

The boy nodded and followed her out of the bank to the waiting getaway coach outside.

To Be Continued

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(More characters introduced! There are so many...I know the plot seems a bit all over the place but things will all come full circle eventually. Thanks for reading!)

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bananapie99 · 4 years

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Back in Time

Bucky Barnes x Reader (other Avenger appearances)

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You had been planning Bucky’s birthday party for the past six months. That might sound excessive, but there was a lot that needed to go into the planning. You wanted this one to be his best birthday yet. Finally, the horrors of his past were mostly subsided, and you thought a celebration all for him with his closest friends might do some good.

The biggest problem with planning his party for six months…keeping it a secret from him. Bucky and you were attached at the hip whenever he was not off on a mission to save the world. Peeling yourself away from your boyfriend to make arrangements hurt your heart, so you tried your best to get most of the planning and organizing done while he was already gone. The only downside to that was how much you needed Steve’s help, and normally if Bucky was gone, so was he. Even so, Steve did his best to help while he was around, sometimes even keeping himself home from missions. Bucky was his best friend after all, and he knew this party had to be perfect. As soon as you had approached Steve with the idea, he knew it was going to be great.

Planning a party was time consuming enough, but adding a theme made it that much harder. While the party was for Bucky, you knew Steve was excited too. After all, they both missed their opportunity to enjoy most of what the 1940s had to offer (not to mention every decade after). While there were plenty of missed decades you could expose Bucky to, you really just wanted to bring him back to the familiar, his life before the war spiraled his life out of control.

As much as you could research what life was like right before Bucky and Steve joined the war, having the first-hand tales from Steve was immensely helpful. You even got some information out of Bucky. You had to be careful to not be too obvious when questioning Bucky, searching for natural ways to slip it into the conversation. Bucky enjoyed talking about his life pre-war.

This party needed to be as authentic as possible, down to the outfits. Every one of Bucky’s friends in the Avengers agreed to dress the part. A major part of the party planning task for you was sewing your own outfit. You decided to sew an outfit for Bucky as well, which he could change into after being surprised with the party. When you brought the outfit idea up to Steve his eyes lit up with so much excitement for Bucky, you decided you would sew him an outfit as well. These outfits for the boys would be exact (or as close as you could get) replicas of their uniforms. Sure, the war ruined their lives in certain ways, but both men were still proud to have worn that uniform and defended their country. Steve’s reassurance made you more confident it was a good idea. For women, 1940’s fashion had too many options, but also not enough. Every time you would research the fashion trends, the information would be slightly different. The boys also left so early into the 40’s that you could make an argument to follow more 1930’s fashion even. You decided to stick with the 40’s, but also not worry too much about if the trend was from 1941 or 1948. If you were off by a couple years within the decade, you were just helping Bucky experience a taste of his time that he had missed. Steve consulted on your dress as well. You couldn’t decide on a style. Did you want a swing dress? A classic shirred dress? A more pinup style to tease Bucky a little bit? Together, Steve and you decided to aim for a classic, elegant look, much like what a young, new bride would have worn at the time.

On top of planning the outfits, just for fun Steve tutored you in the slang of the 1940’s. Some of it you already knew just from being around the two men, but there were plenty of other terms you were giggling about as you learned.

“Alright you eager beaver,” Steve said, “you’ll be talking like an old dame in no time.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke, but your ears were open, ready to retain as much as possible. Turns out you’re pretty good at using the lingo, but it feels a little weird coming out of your mouth. Steve was practically rolling on the floor any time you put a sentence together.

“Sweetheart you’re solid. He’s already in love with you but by the end of this party, he will be tied to your apron string.”

Steve hadn’t taught you that phrase, but you could guess the meaning.

Finally, the day of the party arrives. Bucky left your room early to get in a training session, after you showered him with hugs and kisses, wishing him a happy birthday. Once Bucky leaves, Steve comes to your room and you hand him two garment bags, one labeled Steve and the other labeled Bucky. Steve unzips his bag a little to look at the outfit and his face lights up.

“This is snazzy, sweetheart, Bucky is going to love this. These are on the beam.”

“I know what that means!” You exclaimed through your giggles.

Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“So, I’ll keep the geezer distracted all day and have him back here at exactly 6:30 tonight.” “That’s perfect Steve, thank you.”

You kissed his cheek then he turned to leave. Soon it would be time to transform pieces of the compound back in time.

You twiddled your thumbs in your room, waiting for Bucky to come shower from his training session and leave with Steve. As much as you wanted to spend the whole day with your boyfriend, you knew seeing everything put together for tonight will make it worth it.

As soon as the two men left, you were what Steve would say, “cooking with gas.” You were running around the compound like a crazy person. Luckily some of Bucky’s teammates volunteered their assistance to party decorating. Nat and Tony left to handle picking up balloons. You got to work stringing up some lights around the bar and living room. Your favorite decoration addition you found was the patriotic bunting. Tony suggested you hang up an Uncle Sam recruitment poster, but you felt that might be taking it a step too far. You didn’t want Bucky to feel like he was being sent back into battle.

By 4:00 the decorations were set, and everything else was almost ready. Bucky’s teammates insisted you go relax and get yourself ready.

“You’ve been working so hard on this,” Nat said. “You deserve to enjoy this party as much as Bucky. We can handle the rest of the minor details, go start on your transformation.”

With a hug you left for your room. To get in the 1940’s spirit, you put one of Bucky’s favorite vinyl records, an album by Glenn Miller, on the turn table. Sitting in front of your vanity, you began on your makeup. Luckily in this department the decade was fairly simple. You decided for the sake of the celebration to do it up a little more, but not much. You went for the neutral shades, adding a little black and gold to make it a bit more of an evening look. You swiped on your mascara, followed by the dusting on of some blush. You decided to wait to put on your lipstick until you were getting ready to head down to the party. Next came your outfit. You pulled your garment bag out from the back of your closet. You’ve wanted to show Bucky this dress many times but kept reminding yourself the surprise would be worth the wait. Laying the bag on your bed, you unzip the front and reveal the navy-blue fabric. Seeing the dress in front of you makes you grin, eager for Bucky to see you. The only person to see your outfit put together so far is Steve.

His response had been along the lines of “sweetheart, you look dynamite.”

Now to hope Bucky will feel the same. First you grabbed your stockings, nude with a black seam going straight up the backs of your legs. Next, the dress. It was a beautiful dress. You were proud of the sewing. Hopefully you’ll be able to wear this dress more often, it would be a waste to only see tonight. Pulling the dress on and getting it situated, you look in the mirror. The A line skirt ended right at your knee; the waist cinched in with the matching navy belt, sleeves resting just above your elbow. The neckline of the dress had been what you struggled with the most, too many options. Looking at it now, you know you made the right choice. You decided on a round neck, a slightly larger dip, to show off a little bit of your collar bones. Learning that had been a fashion trend of the pretty conservative decade made Bucky’s love of your collar bones make a little more sense. Your shoes would go on right before your lipstick. It was time to take out those pin curls. You had hurried to set your hair in them as soon as Bucky and Steve left the compound. After six hours you hoped they had enough time to set. Carefully pulling out the pins you watched the curls settle. You breathed a sigh of relief when they seemed to turn out perfectly. The soft curls fell delicately around your face and down your shoulders. Looking at the clock you realize it is 6:10. Steve would be back with Bucky soon. Giddy and a little nervous, you grab your navy peep toe heels and slide them on. For your final touch, you pick up your victory red lipstick and swipe it across your lips.

Standing with Bucky’s friends you take a moment to admire the room. It looks absolutely beautiful. Not that you have any experience with living in the 40’s, but it at least looks like it could be a scene from a movie about the decade. All of his friends look fantastic, in outfits reminiscent of the decade. Big band music played softly in the background, warming your heart. 6:28. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You don’t have too long to worry, as you hear keys jingling in the door. You hear muffled voices, then the door opens.

“Surprise!” you and all of Bucky’s friends shout.

Bucky looks absolutely shocked, eyes scanning the whole scene before landing on you. Speechless. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You walk towards him, placing a hand on his chest and stretching up to kiss his cheek.

“Happy birthday, James.”

He stares at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and blush under such an intense scan. Finally, he finds his words.

“Baby doll, you look…” His eyes kept wandering your form. “…you’re a bombshell.”

Your blush deepened at his words. Now it was your turn to find your voice again.

“Before you get too settled, there’s one more part to the surprise. Go on up with Steve for a minute but try to come back in a jiffy.”

You could see the smile in his eyes.

Only a few minutes later, Bucky and Steve are walking down the stairs freshly dressed in their outfits you sewed. You gasp, taken aback by the beauty of this man in front of you. Sure, you’d seen some photographs of Bucky pre-war and some even during, but he’d never looked more handsome than right now. Bucky’s eyes immediately find you and makes a beeline your way. His metal hand finds its way to the small of your back, sending a tingle straight up your spine. The love in his eyes is impossible to miss as he stares into your own.

“Doll, this is…killer diller.”

You can’t help but giggle as you watch the man you love travel back in time, his dialect shifting and Brooklyn accent becoming more pronounced.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, dreamboat.” Bucky’s grin grows as you try to assimilate yourself into his past. His ears perk up when the song changes to “In the Mood” by Glenn Miller. The up-tempo swing always makes him even happier.

“Come cut a rug with me doll,” he asks you.

How can you say no to him on his birthday? Even if dancing really isn’t your thing.

“Bucky, you know I’m a dead hooper.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’ll lead you.”

Caving in, you take his outstretched hand and follow him to the center of the floor where some people are swaying. Once you got going, you had to admit you were having fun dancing with Bucky to this song. The music faded to the next song, another Glenn Miller classic, “Tuxedo Junction.” This one was one of your favorites. The song wasn’t too slow, but Bucky didn’t care. He took the opportunity to pull you impossibly close to his chest, wrapping his right arm around your waist and taking your right hand in his left. In his arms is where you felt safest.

“You really do look absolutely stunning, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered into your ear.

Smiling, you rested your head against his chest and focused on his heartbeat.

“I hope this party is okay,” you say to him.

Still swaying together, Bucky takes his hand from yours to put his fingers under your chin, pushing your head up to meet his gaze.

“Doll, it is absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

He brushes his lips against yours and smiles. His hand doesn’t go back to yours, instead finding your slightly exposed collar bone. His fingers dance softly across the spot a few times and you melt into his touch. This time his lips meet your neck, right behind your ear.

When his lips separate from you he says “I wouldn’t protest seeing you in this dress more often.”

No matter how many compliments or flirtatious sayings fall from his lips, each one sends butterflies to your stomach as if it were the first time hearing them. His words are always sweet as honey.

As the song hits its last note, Bucky takes you by the hand and spins you away from him before pulling you back in, hands finding your waist. He cranes his head down, kissing you with all the love he has for you, stealing the breath out of your lungs.

“Best birthday ever, baby doll.”

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for-a-muse-of-fire · 4 years

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i will never grow so old again

the wench and the witcher

“i will never grow so old again”

Fandom: The Witcher (2019)

Paring: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!POC Reader.

Summary: Red wine and sweet words.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ - dry humping/frottage/outercourse.

A/N: OKAY TECHNICALLY this is a Van Morrison song, but Hozier covered it so I’m claiming it. Hoz sang this in an IG live show last week and I swooned, so. Welcome to another round of smutty fluff, my friends, thanks in large part - again - to @owillofthewisps, who is an enabler of my soft-domestic!Geralt ways. She also made me freaking CRY tonight, so this is my revenge. Title and lyrics under the cut from “Sweet Thing” by Hozier (Van Morrison cover).

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I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry Hey it's me tonight I'm dynamite and I don't know why You shall take me strongly in your arms again And I still wonder if I ever felt the pain

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Geralt so… calm.

One might even call it relaxed.

He’s lounging – for that’s the best word you can think up – in the emptied tavern as you take the last of the washing back. A cup of the new imported Cintran red dangles lazily from his fingertips. All of his offers to assist you have been gently rebuked, as he is technically your guest, there’s not much else to be done and, well.

You rather like just being able to look at him. Especially like this. As you come back through the kitchen and take up your own wine, you pause to stare for a moment.

Geralt is perched on a bench. The Witcher’s long legs are crossed at the ankle and stretched out in front of him. One arm is braced behind him on the table and the other lifts his cup. He drinks slowly, savoring the wine. In the light of the dying fire his pale skin takes on a gilded quality and his hair has the same golden shine. He looks contented, truly, and gods if it doesn’t make you smile.

As if he can sense it, Geralt turns his head to meet your gaze; the smile on your face widens. He’s gone a little ruddy, a mild flush chasing itself across his cheeks and down his neck before it disappears under the collar of his black shirt. The smile he gives you in return is a lazy, lopsided thing.

“You’re staring,” the Witcher observes, and you hum in the affirmative.

“Aye. Happens when I like what I’m lookin’ at.”

He laughs at that and by the holy fires that sound sings through you. It’s such a rare sound, too, one that he so often keeps to himself. He’ll chuckle, he’ll scoff, but this laughter, the real laughter, is something he saves. It’s wonderful to hear. Rich - decadent, you could say - it sounds like something you should be able to reach out a stroke your fingers over.

“You’ve spent too much time with the bard,” Geralt rumbles at last. “Picking up his penchant for flattery.”

“Not flattery if it’s true, dear Witcher,” you tell him with a smirk.

His bright eyes watch you wander to him. The Witcher’s hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he glances up at you. You stare back over the rim of your cup, quirking an eyebrow when he chuckles up at you. He drains his drink and sets it aside. You let him take yours, as well. His mouth is stained – a lovely, deep crimson that makes him look sweetly debauched. Behind your ribs, your heart finds itself a slightly faster tempo and Geralt seems to sense it; he smiles again and it’s a lazy, half-lidded look.

He tugs at you with a rumble, “C’mere, sweetheart.”

You comply with a soft laugh, hiking your skirt just enough to climb into the Witcher’s lap; he shifts and plants his feet flat on the floor. The wooden bench he sits on is smooth under your knees. From here, pressed close, you can fully appreciate his languid expression. Golden eyes are hooded, maybe a touch glassy, and the last of his wine glosses his lower lip. With a crooked grin, you curl your fingers around his silver chain and pull him in. It’s an easy kiss. Unhurried. You chase the earthy tang of the wine from his stained lips, try to lap it out from behind his teeth.

Geralt sighs low against you. His hands settle on the small of your back and grip you close as you go searching for every last drop of claret left on his tongue.

He exhales - almost a chuckle - against your lips as you ease away. The grin you offer back is cheeky, up until Geralt’s hand finds the curve of your jaw. His expression softens; the heat behind his pretty gold eyes still smolders, still catches the air in your lungs, but there is something else there, too. Something that makes your skin feel warm all over – makes you feel more lightheaded than you should after a few glasses of wine. It’s serious, but not stoic. Gentle, and fond.

Maybe adoring. Geralt’s mouth lifts at one corner and you hear him breathe out, “Gods, you’re a sweet thing…”

Truly, it’s so quiet that you nearly miss it. His thumb traces a slow circle over the apple of your cheek and feel the warmth in you push up to your skin. It flushes over your face until your cheeks and ears feel like they are on fire.

“You - you’re a lightweight,” you stammer, and try not to giggle like a lovesick git. “And you’re one to talk of flattery, Witcher – “

“Not flattery when it’s true.”

You can’t quite recall how to breathe with the way he stares at you, suddenly alert and focused. His gaze trails over your face as if he hasn’t seen you in an age, and you’re captivated by the softness you see there and the wine-stained red of his lips. Strong fingers tangle gently in the curls at the back of your neck and he guides you closer until he can press his mouth over the line of your neck. A shiver dances its way up your spine.

“ ‘N you smell fucking delicious,” Geralt murmurs. His tongue laps over your hammering pulse; your gasp pulls a low chuckle from him. “Always do - honey and sunlight...”

He starts dragging open-mouthed kisses up your neck and you arch to him with a rough gasp. Geralt tests the give of your flesh with his lips and tongue, nipping softly with his teeth when you shudder and whine for him. He’s warm, so warm against you, solid muscle bracketed between your legs; you rock your hips down – blindly looking for friction – and find him hard and pressing at the front of his trousers.

You moan, and Geralt pants hotly against your neck.

The Witcher tightens his grip on your hair. His teeth drag over the slope of your collarbone, hips flexing beneath you and gods it makes you ache – you can feel your smallclothes begin to cling to the wet of you. Another flex and pleasure goes hissing over your skin.

“Fuck, Geralt,” you gasp.

He growls and repeats the action. The roll of his hips pushes the seam of his trousers - the hard line of his cock - oh right there, against the damp between your trembling thighs; you moan, high and breathy as you press your face into Geralt’s neck. You cling to him, bunching his shirtfront in your fists. He tugs at you until you lift your head – you hum against the press of his lips over yours. You can still taste the dry bite of the wine on him. His touch is firm, but gentle, and he keeps you there, grinding your down into his lap; you whimper. Your body tightens, muscles tensing and shaking with each electric pulse that rockets through you.

“Geralt – “

You feel him shiver; the Witcher grips you hard and ruts you down against him. There’s the wonderful slip of friction, then a spark, and you come with a bitten-off cry; the ecstasy blooms hot in your belly before spreading out all through you, down to your fingers and toes. It startles a shaky laugh out of you, one that you hear Geralt return; the heat of his breath, sweet with the wine, ghosts over your lips. You meet his golden gaze, and it makes you feel giddy and by the Mother do you love him.

The words balance on the tip of your tongue. They burn like bad brandy when you swallow them back.

“You’re a menace, Geralt of Rivia,” you whisper instead, trying to catch your breath.

Your white-haired menace rumbles out a laugh and kisses you breathless again.

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jungshookz · 5 years

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baby, you can drive my car |(mechanic!yoongi)

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n (++ inexperienced y/n as hiGHLy requested hehe), 6 greasy bois, a taste of richboy!jin, a vintage mercedes benz named beeper, usual dose of crackheadiness, touch of angst, sprinkle of fluff, and bts (big time smut) ((i love recycling this joke don’t come for me)) (((thigh-riding)))

→ trigger warning: there is a brief mention of blood so tread lightly if you feel queaSy about that!

→ wordcount: 24.6k magic in the air

→ summary: welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

→ note: ooh BOY this took me a while! i’m sorry it took me so long to publish this but i hope this bad boy (i’m talking about the fic itself anD mechanic!yoongi) makes up for it! mechanic!yoongi has been in the works for a while... thank you to every single one of you who contributed each of your own lil ideas and helped to create the chArming tattoo-sleeve man we all fuLLY fell in love with. seriously y’all i could not have done this without you!! i ain’t gon lie i was going to post this on the day of the comeback but i think i needed a day to just.,.,, SCREAM and listen to the album.,.,,. (and also i was still editing it yikes) ((and also what do u guys think of the new albUM hELLO)) so here it is twO days after the comeback!!!!!!! i hope i gave you sufficient time to recover from the new album but if not oH well what can ya do!!! also i’m really friCkin nervous for some reason but nonetheless enjoy the ride! ( 灬♥ 3 ♥灬)

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or yoongi u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you know what

you could totally get used to this being an adult thing

you finally get to live in your own place

you finally get to eat whatever the heck you wanna eat

and most importantly

you finally get a car

yes, you’ll admit, you’re a little behind with the whole car thing

most of your friends already got their licenses befoRe becoming adults but so what if you were a little slow!!! you were just living life as a teenager!!!! there was no rush

let’s not beat around the bush here

you are: a spoilt brat

like unbelievably so

when you were younger all you’d have to do is point at something and your parents would immediately be like ….aight

now that you’re older it’s kinda the same except they’ve just given you a bunch of credit cards so now you don’t have to ask anyone you can just go out and get it yourself

but this car

this sweet sweet car that belongs to you

(to be moRe specific it’s a 1962 mercedes benz baby blue convertible that you’ve affectionately named beeper)

((you knoW that shit be fancy when it’s from the dang 60s))

this is the first BIG purchase you’ve made and you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself anD you’re feeling extra adult-y

anyways you’re heading back to your penthouse now because it’s been a busy day!!

you had class in the morning and then you went and got your nails done to reward yourself for going to class (a manicure anD a pedicure because why would you not do your toes if you’re doing your fingers that just wouldn’t be fair to your toes) and then you went and got a venti coffee frappucino from starbucks

you reach over and adjust the front mirror a bit and take a second to admire your brand new YSL heart-shaped sunglasses (they’re SO cute n u have them in three different colours)

you’re already thinking about what you want for dinner

maybe you can order some sushi or something

you could go for a dynamite roll or something

maybe some gyoza dumplings too

oOh you should also get some seaweed salad because that-

prrt prruT prrt prRRrRRRRRrr

oh my god

no way

“oh my god, no way.” your heart drops to your stomach when beeper starts sputtering and coughing and slowing d o w n

oh god

oh god oh god oh god

okay

it’s fine

it’s fine don’t worry about it

thankfully beeper stopped riGht as the light turned red so you have some time to try and get him up and running again

okay

what can you do

what does this button do

click

oH okay those are the windshield wipers and you don’t need those

you twist a knob and curse to yourself when the radio turns on

ok what about thiS knob

“chRist-“ cold air starts blasting riGht into your face and you turn the knob back down

you step down on the gas pedal and nothing happens

what do you do whAT do you DO

you probably have like 20 seconds left before the light turns green and you have to get going

ooooOOOoOh you don’t want the people behind you to honk at you

that’s going to stress you out

you don’t want to be honked at!!!!!!!!!

usually when something bad happens you just.,. throw some money on it and it goes away

in this case you can technically throw money at it

let’s rephrase this

usually when something bad happens you just throw some money at a person and it goes away because they take care of the problem foR you

but the difference here is that you are all alone

in this big city

and your parents are miles away

and no one is here to help you

ooh!!!! ooh!!!!!! google a car repair shop!!!! goOGLE IT

you reach into your purse and pull your phone out quickly

“car repair shops near me…” you mutter to yourself as you type into the google search bar

you jump in surprise when the car behind you honks at you and you give them a sheepish smile and a shrug

“c’mon, c’mon.,.,,” you smack the steering wheel in frustration but quickly rub over the wheel apologetically

beeper coughs before jerking and you feel a wave of relief wash over you when it starts moving again

okay

according to google maps the nearest repair shop is a minute drive away

okay okay okay

should be doable

it appears that the gods are somewhat on your side today because beeper breaks down officially right as you drive up to the front of the repair shop

luckily no one was on the sidewalk when you nyOomed up because half of your car is on the sidewalk and the other half is on the street and you’re not looking to run anyone over today

“stupid car.” you mutter as you slam the door shut “…sorry buddy.” you wince apologetically and pat the hood because you certainly wouldn’t want to be spoken to like that if you were a car

you look up at the rusting sign hanging above the large garage

‘min mechanics’

“min mechanics.” you stand in front of the large open garage and inspect the inside

is this place good enough for beeper

it seems like it’s doing pretty well

there are at least eight cars all parked on either sides of the place

in the very back in the left corner there’s an office kinda thing

there’s a sign hanging on top of the door that says ‘front desk’

okay so that seems like a logical place to go to

you’re a little wary just leaving your car out here with nobody to watch it but it’s not like you have a choice

you walk in further and adjust your purse strap on your shoulder

what heCk

there’s like nobody here

there better be somebody here otherwise you’re going to get your dad to sue

just kidding

but not really

“uh, hellOOooOOo??” your boots clack against the concrete as you walk deeper into the garage

you push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head before placing a hand on your hip

“is anybody here??? someone needs to fix my car, please!!!” you approach the truck that’s just sitting in the middle of the garage and that’s when you notice a pair of legs under the truck

oh my god

someone’s been CRUSHED By a TRUCK

oh HELL no you are getting out of here you’re going to pretend like you weren’t even here in the first place

“sorry, gimme a sec!” the legs twitch and you let out a breath of relief

whoever this person is rolls out from under the truck smoothly and gets up onto their feet

hello

he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand and gets grease smudged over his cheekbone with a scowl before wiping his grubby hands on his rag

soft icy-blue hair

almost cat-like eyes

sharp jawline

very pretty hands

he tosses the dirty rag over his shoulder and you definitely don’t miss the way his bicep flexes

you glance down at the name embroidered in yellow thread into the chest pocket of his navy blue jumpsuit

𝓎𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾

cute name for a cuter boy

he looks up at you and falters a bit

obviously he’s a liTTle taken aback because what’s a girl like you doing at a place like this??

you don’t miss the way his eyes scan over your figure

a cream coloured blouse tucked into a pair of skinny blue jeans

a pair of chunky leather boots that look like they cost more than his entire life

the little gucci purse

and of course

the heart shaped sunglasses

“what can i help you with, doll?” he offers you a smirk and a tilt of the head and suddenly you think you’ve forgotten how to breathe

you don’t think that pet name should affect you as much as it does

holy shiT this is one pretty boy

he pushes his sleeves up and that’S when you notice that one of his arms is covered with tattoos

holy moly

“i… car’s broken. my car. my car’s broken.” you stumble over your words

“you… car’s broken, huh?” he teases before glancing over your shoulder “is that it outside?”

you nod quickly and look back at your car

poor beeper

you didn’t even get to drive him that much and he already diED on you

you should’ve asked for a range rover instead

once again it’s from the 60s

you probably should’ve stopped right then and there

but it’s so cute!!!!!!!

“is that a 1962 mercerdes benz??” ‘yoongi’ gasps and moves past you towards beeper “holy shiT i’ve only seen those in pictures”

“it’s pretty cool, i guess.” you shrug casually and watch as he continues to marvel over your car “but yeah, do you think you can fix him?”

“him?”

“…his name is beeper.” you admit shyly and yoongi laughs lightly and nods understandably

“cute. and yes, i’ll take care of beeper for you, don’t worry. give me some time to poke around and see what the issue is.” he pats beeper’s hood before gesturing over to the back of the garage “you can chill out in the office if you want, or there’s a starbucks down the street. it’s pretty muggy in the garage and i wouldn’t want you to scuff up your gucci purse.”

his eyes flicker towards the little black bag nestled against your side

you clear your throat and tuck it behind you bashfully

“i’m yoongi, by the way.” he sticks his hand out and you look down at it

you can see some greASy residue from the truck that he was fixing earlier but you tell yourself to man up and you reach over and take his hand

oh my god his hand is s t i c k y

ew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“i’m y/n. thank you for helping me out.”

“of course, i’m happy to help.” yoongi offers you a boyish smile and you decide right then and there that you don’t mind his sticky hands at all

the bell tinkles lightly as you push the frosted glass door open and step into the air-conditioned office

hey the office is a lot bigger than you thought it’d be

and definitely a lot nicer than you thought it’d be (no offence)

there’s a front counter and an empty wheely chair behind it

oH and there’s another door that leads into a more ~private~ office but it’s closed so you can’t sneak a peek inside

on the counter there’s a little bell and next to it is a hEfty jar of lollipops

behind the counter is a cork board with a bunch of car keys hanging from pushpins all lined up in a neat row

a couple sticky notes pinned up

four plastic chairs sitting on the side (you’re assuming this is the waiting area)

in the corner there’s a little table with a stack of magazines

and in the other corner there’s a water dispenser

the ceiling fan whirs above you as you head over to the front desk

these lollipops look tempting

you wonder if they’re complimentary or if yoongi is just a sugar addict

you reach into the jar and grab one quickly and drop it into your purse

the chair squeaks underneath you as you take a seat and you shift to get comfortable

you reach up to push your sunglasses up because they start to slide down a little

a breath slips past your lips

you wonder how long yoongi’s going to take

and then you wonder if you’re going to have to get a new car

maybe you should go car shopping after this

hot tip: avoid cars from the 60s

“well i figured out what was wrong with your car” you jump when the door opens abruptly

you stand up from the seat and smooth your blouse down a little “what’s wrong with it?? what do i need to get fixed and how much is it all going to cost??”

“uh, not that much consider what was wrong was that the gas tank was empty.”

…

god

you’re a moron

you are an idiot

a F O O L

you clear your throat and feel your cheeks starting to burn a lil

this is uh

this is kinda embarrassing

“are you… sure? that’s it? the gas tank was empty? there’s really nothing else wrong with him?”

“mhm.” yoongi nods and makes his way over behind the front desk “i did a full body check on beeper and everything else is working just fine! he just needed a tank of juice, so i filled up for you. he’s good to go!” he unwraps a lollipop and sticks it into his mouth

“oh, okay. um-“ you unzip your purse and rifle through it for your wallet “how much do i owe you?”

“nothing”

“noth- gas is free???? holy shit. i did not know that.” you scoff in surprise and put your wallet away

yoongi’s brows furrow and he gives you a smile “no, gas isn’t free, doll. i’m giving you a get outta jail free card, so next time beeper ‘breaks down’ you’ll know he’s just out of gas.”

“oh… oH no no you don’t have to do that here lemme give you-“

“hey, seriously - it’s fine.” yoongi hands you your keys back before spinning you around and leading you out the door with a hand placed on the small of your back

“but-“

“but nothing! i don’t wanna hear it.” he teases as he opens the door up for you and nudges you inside

he closes the door gently and bends down a little “it was nice doin’ business with you. take care of yourself now.”

“thanks for making me look like a fool in front of a cute boy today, beeper.” you sigh as you step out of the car and close the door

beep beep !

you drop your keys into your purse after locking beeper up and you make your way over to the elevator that goes up to the penthouse

as you wait for the elevator to take you up to your floor you shove your hand into your purse for your house keys and you end up pulling out

a yellow lollipop

you stare at it for a second and blink at it owlishly

y/n

he’s a mechanic

your dad’s a businessman!!!!!!!!!

you need to go after a CEO boy not a CAR boy

you’re sure there are plenty of nice CEO boys in the city

you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth

mango!

the elevator dings and the doors slide open

you step out into the hallway and twirl your keys around your finger

yeah

it’d be good for you

just forget about the silly car boy

three days later

ok so listen

you know how you said it’d be good to just forget about the silly car boy

that did not happen

you don’t usually do stupid things

but this?

this thing that you have just done??

now THIS was stupid

you might’ve maybe kinda sorta possibly clobbered one of your side mirrors with a baseball bat so that it’d break off because a teeny weeny (huge huGe) part of you wanted to see yoongi again

after the whole stare off with the lollipop in the elevator you just had this itching feeling all over your body

there’s just something about him and you can’t quite put your finger on it

maybe it’s because he’s so..,,.,,., cool? like that’s the only word you have to describe him right now lol

he’s just.,.,,.., he’s so different compared to all the other boys you’ve ever been interested in

god

he’s such a man that’s what he is

the bad boy of your wildest dreams

anyways uh

“….oh boy.” so now you have a baseball bat in one hand and a side mirror in the other

if someone were to walk into the garage right now it’d look like you just damaged someone else’s car

and it’s not like you can say ‘oh, don’t worry! it’s just my car, trust me!!!’ and wave the baseball at them because then they’d be like wtf why did u just fuck up ur own car

well

now it’s too late

you gosh darn wrecked your vintage car all because you want to see a cute mechanic

you couldn’t have just walked in there like a normal person to say hi!!!!!

you could’ve gone in there with an envelope of money and been like oh i just felt bad about not paying so i hAd to come and pay you back!!!

you did this on purpose because you wanted! to! see! yoongi! again!

and unsurprisingly

you always get what you want

“how did this happen again?”

“…i backed up into my garage all weird…?” you’re not being very convincing right now in case that wasn’t already super obvious

“…huh.”

see

yoongi knows his cars

he’s been working with them for a long time (fun fact he picked up his first screwdriver and helped his dad in the shop when he was just three years old!!!!)

and this doesn’t look like you backed your car into the garage and accidentally knocked it into the side of a wall

it looks like it’s been battered

and he can’t help but think that you were the one who fucked your car up

because there’s a huge dent on the top part of it (he’s assuming this was your first hit) and a loT of mini dents around it (which was a result of you panicking when it didn’t fall off the first time so you continued whacking it everywhere) anD the way the mirror cracked suggests that something was hitting it straIGHt on

so you must’ve been parking your car really weirdly if you actually knocked it off while parking

this looks like it was done purposely

yoongi looks up from the mirror at you

“so… can you fix it?”

a little smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth

alright

he’ll bite

“i mean, it would’ve been easier if the mirror wasn’t completely destroyed-” yoongi holds it up and you wince a little at the sight of the wires dangling from where you riPPed it off “i’m going to have to order a new mirror - it’s probably going to cost a pretty penny considering this is a vintage car, but i’ll be sure to find the best deal for you.”

“you’re welcome to leave beeper here oR you can always just bring him back when the mirror comes in because everything else is working perfectly fine.”

“i’ll leave him here-!” you respond immediately “…if that’s okay with you, of course.”

“that’s perfectly fine with me.” he holds his hand out and your eyes flicker down to it

even his hand is pretty

you’re not..,. sure why he’s holding his hand out

is he trying to shake your hand??

you slowly raise your hand before gently placing it over his

yoongi blinks twice and looks back up at you

you look back at him

“…i need your keys.”

oH MY GOD

oh my god

“i knew that!” you rIP your hand away before shoving it into your purse

your face is honestly probably on fire right now

love that for you

you drop your keys into yoongi’s palm with a jingle and yoongi smirks because now it seems like you’re avoiding eye contact with him

he smirks lightly as he tucks your keys into his back pocket

“at least buy me dinner first before touching me like that, doll.”

you need to leave NOW

this is MORTIFyiNG

you are in the midst of an internal conflict

see, the thing is

you’re not quite sure if you’re crossing the line from charming to downright creepy

let’s unpack this

charming = treating someone to lunch

creepy = treating someone to lunch when you’ve only spoken to him for a total of like 3 minutes

charming = bringing lunch to someone at their workplace

creepy = bringing lunch to someone at their workplace and virtually giving them no choice but to sit down and eat lunch with you becausE you bROUGHt lunch to their woRKPLACE

charming = y/n y/l/n when she like someone

creepy = y/n y/l/n when she really really likes someone

charm-

oh!!!! a pair of legs under a truck!!!!!!!

you pick up the pace and head straIght for truck

“hey!” you knock twice against the side to get yoongi’s attention and you can’t help but bounce up on your toes a little in excitement

you look into the takeout bag to make sure nothing is leaking “i know the car isn’t ready yet but i just wanted to stop by and thank you for-“

“well hey to you too” you step back when you look down to see someone who definitely isn’t yoongi but is also juSt as pretty as yoongi

he takes his cap off and pushes his hair back before putting his hat on backwards

“you aren’t yoongi” you squeak out and wrinkle your nose “i’m so sorry, i thought you were someone else.”

“my name is jungkook bUT i’d be happy to be yoongi if you’d like” he gets up off the ground and wipes his hands on the back of his jumpsuit

he flashes you a charming smile and you feel a little overwheLmed

“get bACk to work you moron” you and the yoongi impoSter both look to the left and you smile excitedly when you see who it is “hello - again.” he teases “your car isn’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for.”

“i know, i’m not here for the car.” you blurt out and yoongi’s eyes widen slightly in surprise

he pokes his tongue into his cheek and raises a brow before smirking at you

“huh. i see. so what are you here for then?”

“i-“

“yoongi, aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?” you turn to look over your shoulder and you’re suddenly overwhelmed because there are one two three four five boys standing behind you like a floCK of pigeons

yoongi lets out a sigh

sometimes he wished he worked alone

you can’t help but think that this mechanics shop is just a cover up for some kind of cult

because uh

every single one of these boys are beautiful

taehyung is in charge of paint jobs and customisations

namjoon is in charge of office-related things like contracts and paperwork and finances and things along that line

hoseok takes care of washing cars

and jimin is an excellent polisher (he promised you you’d get beeper back nice and sparKly even though all you have to do is replace the side mirror)

and jungkook..,.,. kind of bounces everywhere (apparently he’s just working here for the summer so he doesn’t have a designated responsibility)

last you saw him he was under a truck and now he’s helping jimin with the buffing

“now that you know everybody- sorry about that, by the way - what brings you here today?”

“i brought you some lunch as a thank you for… giving me free gas.”

huh

“oh! thank you so much, that’s very sweet of you.” yoongi smiles and rubs his hands together “i haven’t eaten lunch yet so you came at the riGht time!”

niCE

okay this is good

yoongi can’t help but wonder how much you spent on lunch because even the takeout bag itself looks hella fancy

le petit bistro

obviously it’s some french place

and most of the time french places are hella fancy

he suggested you guys eat in his office so that you’d have a liL more privacy (he knows for a fact that the moment you guys pull food out the others are going to swarm around you and ask to donate some bites to them) and also you probably don’t want to smell petrol while eating lunch lol

you went to go wash your hands so yoongi took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the receipt to confirm his suspicions

and needless to say

he is SHOOK

jesus christ

$45???? for a SANDWICH??? one single sandwich????

the water was $8????

what the hell

.,.,,.negative sides of capitalism

well now he can’t help but wonder how loaded you actually are

he’s not going to lie

it’s slightly intimidating to be around someone practically oozing with money

“-i wasn’t sure what kind of sandwiches you liked so i got a croque monsieur for you, i hope that’s okay!” yoongi drops the receipt back into the bag quickly and shifts in his seat as you step into the office

“oh no, that’s totally fine! i love..,. croc monsters.” he clears his throat “what did you get for yourself?”

“a pan bagnat.” you plop down next to him before reaching into the bag

a pain what now

a pain bandaid?????

what the hell kind of words are leaving your mouth right now lol

“remind me what a… ᶜʳᵒᶜ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ is again?” yoongi takes the box from you and pops it open

it kinda just looks like a plain ol sandwich

.,.,is that a gold leaf on top of it

“it’s just a fanCy ham and cheese sandwich….also did u just call it a croc monster”

yoongi pauses

“….did u just call it a croc monster?” yoongi bites into the sandwich and-

oH mY GOD

if u weren’t in the room with him he’s positive he would’ve busted a nut

holy SHIT that is a good ham and cheese sandwich

his ham and cheese sandwiches neVer taste this good!!!!!!!

“you want a bite of mine?”

“what’s yours?”

“a pan bagnat.” yoongi contemplates this for a second before shrugging and leaning in for a bite but you quiCkly pull back

he raises a brow

did u change ur mind

“say it.”

say wat

“…thank you?”

“no, no. say it.”

“say what?”

“the name of the sandwich.” you smirk

oh NO

you are a sICk, twiSted individual

the thing is

he knows it’s pan bagnat

but he can’t saY pan bagnat

but he KNOWS it’s pAN BAGNAT OKAY

he knows that you pronounced it pahn ban-yay

so he too will pronounce it pahn ban-yay

he clears his throat

“…pain bandaid.”

o dear god

“okay, so you got that one because jungkook dared you to???” you giggle and trace your fingers over the oFFending tattoo

“yep. he kept saying i didn’t have the balls to do it and the next thing i know i’m sitting in a tattoo parlour getting an angry cookie tattooed on the inside of my bicep.” he snorts and jabs it “luckily i have a whole sLeeve of tattoos to distract from shooky.”

“you nAMed him??”

“jungkook did!!!”

you trail your eyes over the rest of his tattoos

your favourite so far (and it’s the biggest one) is of a cherry blossom tree

the way the branches and twigs wrap around his arms is just so beautiful and the baby pink of the cherry blossoms are just so!!! cute!!!!!!!

“how about your hair, then? unless you were born with a head of shockingly icy-blue hair.”

“well, i got drunk on my birthday. and then i woke up with bleached hair, which was traumatising, as you can probably imagine. i wasn’t a fan of completely whiTE hair so i just bought some dye from the drug store and it came out to be this soft blue-grey kinda colour.” yoongi crosses his eyes as he pinches a couple strands of hair in between his fingers

“i don’t know if i could ever do that to my hair.” you murmur and look at your own strands of hair “my scalp would probably die on me.”

“my scalp is already fuLLy dead, so i don’t really care anymore.”

“does that mean you’ll let me dye your hair neon green?”

“…we’ll have to talk about that one first.”

yoongi nearly shits himself when he realises he’s gone twO hours over his lunch break

omg

he has so much to do today he has to go back to work

even though he’s the boss and can take as many lunch breaks as he wants it doesn’t maTTer

“you got any plans for the rest of the day?” yoongi crumples his napkin up and shOots it into the bin

“not really!” you wipe your mouth and put the soiled napkin into the takeout box before putting thAt back into the takeout bag

“here, i’ll throw that out in the back for you.” yoongi picks the bag up and tucks his own box into it as well

“thank you- i dO have some work do to later but hey, you wouldn’t mind if i just hung out here, right?”

yoongi pauses on his way to the door and turns back to look at you

“you wanna hang out… here?” yoongi furrows his brows in confusion “like here-here?”

you shrug

“it just gets preTTy boring at the apartment when i’m all alone”

“well, uh, i guess i don’t see any problem with you hanging out here. i’m just going to be out there with the others, so let me know if you need anything”

??????

yoongi doesn’t usually have to play the role of a hOSt when his customers are around

“cool!!! i’ll trY not to burn anything down”

yoongi smiles to himself and shakes his head before leaving the office

you are a very peculiar girl

and so it goes

you find yourself zipping straiGht to min mechanics as soon as you’re done with classes for the day (you don’t go everyday just because you feel like that’s kinDa creepy and very veRy clingy so you limit yourself to like three or four days a week)

luckily yoongi’s shop is only a 20 minute uber ride away (you were vEry tempted to buy a new car to take over beeper’s place for the time-being but you figured it’d be best to spend your money on things like… groceries??) so he’s not toO out of the way which is good!!!!!!

although you have a feeling that even if yoongi was 3 hours away you’d stiLL make the trip to see him

and although it seems like you’re just there to check up on beeper because yOu miSs hIm it’s fairly obvious you have a lil thing for yoongi

“hey, um, just outta curiosity - how old is yoongi?” you adjust on the stool and avoid jungkook’s gaze when he turns back to look at you

he glances over at yoongi “he just turned 26! he’s an old man” jungkook snorts and goes back to wiping down the windows

that’s.,.,.,. uh

that’s kinda hot

you cross your legs and prop an elbow up on your knee before propping your chin up on your palm and you let out a dreamy sigh

everyThing about yoongi is kinda hot

the way he rolls his sleeves up to expose his forearms when he’s about to get down and diRty gets your gears grinding

or when his tongue swipes over his bottom lip after he’s taken a swig of water

or how deep n rasPy is voice gets sometimes

not to mention his tattoo sleeve

you haven’t gotten a good look at it yet but you’re not complaining because it makes him fall into the bad boy category and you are a HOE for that

“i’m 22, by the way. much, much younger than yoongi.” jungkook points out and turns around to lean against the truck

“mm, that’s cool, kook.” you smile although your eyes are glued on a certain someone else

jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes

maybe he should get a tattoo sleeve

“you know she’s staring at you again”

yoongi has to bite back a smile to keep himself from looking like a smitten schOOlgirl “is she?” he asks casually and flips to the next page of the catalogue

he glances over his shoulder and sure enough you’re staring right at him

of course the moment you get caught you quickly look up and pretend like the ceiling fans whirring above are the most interesting things you’ve ever seen in your entire life

“she’s cute”

“i know” yoongi looks up and narrows his eyes at hoseok who is… stiLL staring at you

yoongi takes a step to the side so that he’s blocking hoseok’s line of sight “don’t you have a tire to change or something?”

hoseok immediately raises his hands in defense

“all i’m impLYing is that if you don’t do something soon i might have to hop on that and take her for a ride-” hoseok yelps when yoongi rolls up the catalogue and suddenly starts smacking him with it

“get baCK to work before i FIRE you”

“whatcha eating?” you glance up from your magazine when you become acutely aware that you are no longer alone due to the fact that there are three shadows blocking you from the sun

ah yes

the three amigos

jimin taehyung and lil ol jungkook

you know exactly what they want

you swallow your bite and use your chopsticks to gesture to the takeout box of sushi (it’s a dynamite roll (your fave!!!!) from this amazing sushi place called nori) sitting on the little table next to you “sushi.” you flip to the next page of the magazine

“what…. kind of sushi?”

“dynamite roll.”

you hear them murmuring to each other and the only thing you manage to make out is a ‘u think she’ll let us try’

yeah

it is always a mistake to bring food here but for some reason you don’t listen to yourself and you always bring food here

and u know what maybe this is just because ur kind of selfish (especially when it comes to the dynamite rolls from nori) but u don’t really want to give them a bite but at the same time you know for sure they’re not going to leave you alone til you let them try

“cool, cool.” taehyung clears his throat

you give them all an unimpressed look before snorting in amusement and picking up the takeout box then holding it up for them

“one piece each.”

and the gates of hell swing open

he immEdiately opens his mouth and sucks it in like a vacuum cleaner

and then you offer a piece to jimin

and then you offer a piece to jungkook

and once they’re all satisfied they finally leave you alone

now you’re down 3 pieces of sushi but it’s finE

you don’t think of yourself as a person who puts effort into things unless you’re parTicularly passionate about something

and you just so happen to be vERY passionate about (1) min yoongi so you surprise yourself when you realise that instead of spending thursday evening watching netflix, you spend three hours doing research on the different parts of a car juSt so you can go into min mechanics and blow yoongi’s MIND

u want to impress him ok it’s not a big deal!!!!!!!!

anyways

you have a couple bullet points that you scribbled down on your palm jUSt in case

you are READY to impress the heck out of yoongi

“that radiator sure looks busted, huh?” you peek over yoongi’s shoulder and take a step back when he turns to look at you “you should probably check the coolant levels.”

yoongi furrows his brows in confusion

what is happening

it doesn’t make sense that you suddenly have a very vAst knowledge of cars considering the fact that you thought your car was broken when it was literally just out of gas

.,.,.,what is going on

“that is the radiator, you’re correct. and it is busted.” you smile proudly and give yourself a mental pat on the back and it is pretty busted. “there’s a blown fuse and a couple of wires are corroded.”

“have you checked the lower radiator tank?”

“uh- yes, i checked that. i don’t really need to check the lower tank if i’m looking at an electrical problem though.”

uh oh

we’re starting to go downhill

quICK say something else

you unfurl your fingers and glance down at the messy scribbles on your palm (the ink is starting to bleed because ur starting to get nErvous and your palms always get clammy)

“how about the coolant?”

“don’t need to check coolant levels either.” yoongi hums and reaches over to untwist the tank cap “and you already mentioned the coolant levels earlier-“

and then it hits him

it finally hits him

his fingers freeze on the cap momentarily

bless your heart

he pressed his lips together to keep himself from smiling too widely “-but if it makes you feel any better i’ll check the coolant levels again?”

“no, no! if you don’t need to check it, then you don’t have to.” you clear your throat “the… the fan clutch is… you should check that too. the fan clutch is… it’s a vital part of the radiator.”

“say, i have a question for you.” yoongi spins around and leans back against the car

“mhm?”

“what exactly does the radiator do, y/n?” he raises a brow before crossing his arms

you know this

oh my god you KNOW this

you literally read a 12 page document talking specifically about radiators HOW the hell are you BLANKING right now

okay fine

just play it cool

if you act like you know what you’re talking about it’ll be more convincing

“it…” you kiss your teeth before glancing down at the radIatoR “it… radiates… um, it radiates energy so that the car is able to… move.” you explain as conFidently as you possibly

“and what’s a fan clutch?”

“oh! you know, it’s the part that just…” you shake your fist in the air “just… clutches the fan, y’know? keeps it in place.”

“huh. that’s right.” yoongi cocks his head

wait what

holy shit

you’re a genius

you are a GENIUS

“i am???”

“no.” he deadpans and smirks when you scowl playfully “you’re cute, though.”

.,,.,.frick

“good morning, namjoon.” yoongi hums as he steps into the office with a biG bag of lollipops

“morning…?” this is vEry unfamiliar territory because the last time yoongi said good morning to namjoon it was on his birthday

well

it’s best not to question it

he should just enjOy sociable yoongi “you seem extra chipper this morning!” namjoon points out

“do i?” yoongi pulls the lid off the glass jar and sets it aside

click clack click clack

the lollipops hit the side of the jar as yoongi fills it aLL the way up

he turns to toss the bag away into the bin

namjoon pulls a lollipop out of the jar before furrowing his brows

he twists the treat in between his fingers and takes note of the little cartoon strawberries on the wrapper “i thought you were a raspberry man?”

“i am” yoongi plucks the lollipop from namjoon’s fingers and plunks it into the jar before covering it up

“but all of these are strawberry flavoured.”

“yes, and?”

namjoon raises his hands in defence “nothing! just saying.”

how very odd

yoongi despises strawberry

“hi namjoon!” the little bell tinkers as you step into the office

“y/n, hey! how was your day? yoongi’s in the middle of a call but he’ll be out soon.”

“it was okay! i got my essay back and i did pretty well- oOH strawberry” you gasp and iMMediately shoVe your hand into the jar

there it is

the final piece of the puzzle

it all makes sense now

“huh.” namjoon leans back against his chair and crosses his arms as he watches you unwrap the lollipop excitedly

“whaht?” you ask aroUnd the lollipop and namjoon shakes his head

“oh, nothing.”

interesting

vEry interesting

yoongi despises strawberry but it seems like he doesn’t despise you

it is univERsally known that sundays are meant to be day-offs

you’re supposed to sleep in on sundays

you go out for bRUnch on sundays

you most certainly don’t wake up at 8am and spend twO hours getting ready and then take an uber down to the mechanics shop to see the cute boy who works there

normal people don’t dO THAT

“what are you doing here? it’s sunday…” even yoongi is confused as to why you’re here

hE doesn’t even want to be here

“i know, i just… y’know, i was bored, so-“

“you came all the way here because you were bored?” yoongi’s brows knit together and you feel your cheeks flush

you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before pursing your lips “…yes?” you look around and realise that no one else is in sight “where is everyone?”

“…it’s sunday.” yoongi teases and brings his attention back to the faulty hose in his hands

god

what is wrong with the hose today yoongi slaps it against his palm a couple of times

his brows furrow in frustration before he gives it a good tWisT-

SCHKKKKKKKKKK

oH Okay there it is

“there we go!” yoongi twists it back to turn it off “i think i might need to invest in a new hose because i just wasted like 10 minutes trying to turn it on“ he looks up at you

OH MY GOD

you’re gawkinG like a fish and all the blood drains from yoongi’s face when he realizes what just happened

oh mygOD

he’s going to have to work for the rest of his life to pay for your dry cleaning

he’s going to have to sell his shop and that won’t even be enough to cover the cost of cleaning your gucci purse

“y/n… shit… i am sO sorry….” yoongi swallows thickly because you still haven’t responded

you drop your purse on the floor and yoongi presses his lips together

t-the gucci is soaking wet

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hooOooOOOLY SHit he wants to die

he wants to die!!!!!!!!!!!

he wants to guZZLe a gallon of petrol and just DIE

you’re going to sue him

you’re going to get your dad to sue him which is even worse

he drops the hose to the floor with a clatter before turning to grab the rag sitting on the hood of the truck

“i’ll get you another towel but you can use this to dry off for no- WHAT-“ not even a seCOND goes by and all of a sudden there’s water being dumpED right on top of him

and to make matters worse

this is soapy water used to wash the car

he’s dripping with dirty soapy water from head to toe

“there. now we’re even!” you let out a sigh and set the bucket down before wiping your hands on the back of your leggings even though that does absolutely NOTHING

“…you have three seconds.”

you’re still wiping your hands on your leggings “three seconds to- oH MY GOD WAIT-“ you begin sprinting as soon as yoongi moves into action and the next thing you know he’s chasing you around the garage with the hose

you two are acting like chiLDREN

“yOONGI NO” you shriek when you feel cold water blast against you once again

your guys laughter bounces off the walls of the garage along with the occasional screEch from you

“get away from me you freAK-“ yoongi cackles when he gets a good blast of water right against your butt causing you to scream even louDer than you already were

you can feel him gaining on you because the pressure of the water is starting to get stronger and stronger

you let out a shriek before bursting into laughter when yoongi wraps his arm around you from behind and you immediately start squirming in his grip

you manage to turn around and the two of you start baTTling for the hose

“giVE it to mE-“ you squeeze your eyes shut because you’re sure getting blasted in the eyeball with water won’t be nice

“over my dead body!!!!!!” yoongi laughs and starts tickling your sides with his free hand

“min yooNGI it’s my turn to-“

“get your grUbby hands off the-“

of course

the floor is now slippery as hell (and yoongi’s water bill is going to be hIGH this month if you two keep going at it lol)

so of course

“woAH-!“

“oh SHIt-“

the nExt thing you know you’re staring up at

well

you’re staring right up at yoongi

“i-“ you have no idea why but your fingers are wrapped around his soaKing wet bicep and you quickly let go and place your hands on either side of you like a damn corpse “hi.”

the hose has been completely abandoned next to you guys and it’s still spurting out water

“hey.” he pants from the exertion of chasing you around the garage and his eyes flicker down to your lips veRy briefly you’re not sure it even happened

he’s settled riGht in between your legs and once you realise this your cheeks flame up

oh my god

dO something

“call it a truce?” you offer meekly and yoongi raises a brow before nodding once

“…i suppose so.” you yeLp in surprise when he suddenly shakes his hair out like a dog and practically assaults you with droplets of water

you scowl playfully and wipe at your cheek

yoongi grins down at you and gets off of you

he stands up and looks down at his sopping wet jumpsuit before offering you a hand “c’mon.” he jerks his head towards the office “let’s dry you up, doll.”

you wring the water out of your blouse and yelp quietly when you feel cold droplets of water splatter onto your bare foot

also

this YSL mascara was noT worth the money because you look like a raccoon right now

“i have an extra shirt somewhere… ah, here we are!”

you look at yoongi in the mirror of your compact as he emerges from the office with a-

oh good god

what is that

you clap your compact shut and tuck it back into your purse before spinning around and letting your eyes trail down to the….

can u even call that a shirt

“i refuse to put that thing on my body.” you can’t even bring yourself to reach out and take the raggedy denim button-up from yoongi because it just looks so.,.,.,.,.,. grOSS

“aw, c’mon! it’s cute! denim is super trendy.”

“why is it so dirty??”

“they’re just grease stains!! i swear!” yoongi brings the shirt up to his nose and takes a fAT whiff “anD i washed it!”

“well you can either wear this oR you can wear your sopping wet clothes.” yoongi points to the garBage bag containing all your soaking wet belongings and you let out a groan before reaching out and taking the shirt from him

“if it’ll make you feel better i have a pen here and i can just write gucci on the label!”

“ha-ha, very funny.,,., i accept louis vuitton as well”

“i’m going to see if i have any clothes for myself” yoongi disappears into the office again and you work quickly to rip your soPping wet clothes off as quickly as possible

“you know, i can always hook you up with some better quality shirts!” you start buttoning yourself up and you bring your arm up to your nose to give the sleeve a little sniff

it smells like his cologne >:)

you tug the shirt down a little bit and look behind you to make sure your ass isn’t hanging out and saying peekaboo

it’s big enough to the point where it covers everything appropriately and also it reaches mid-thigh

but if you bent down you’d definitely be giving everyone a show lol

“we can stick your logo on the back and everything-“

“sorry, what’d you say? i didn’t catch that.”

you turn around to face yoongi “i was saying that i- oH“

o-OH My GO D

R E D A L E R T

your heart literally stops at the sight of a very, very shirtless yoongi

he shakes his hair out before running a hand through it with a sigh “luckily i had some spare clothes here otherwise i’d have to drive you home completely naked…”

you are bAREly paying attention to a word he is saying right now

this is it

min yoongi is one of the seven wonders of the world

he has a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and not to be nsfW but he might,..,,. not be wearing any briefs right now.,..,

you glance back up at his face and clear your throat when you realise he’s staring right back at you with the teeniest of smirks

“what’s the matter, doll? cat got your tongue?”

the cat don’t but that diCK dO

“your carriage awaits, madam” yoongi bows and gestures towards his pick up truck

“why, thank you, kind sir.” you gladly take his hand and he helps you into the truck

the car ride consists of you and yoongi continuing to get to know each other a lil more

the conversation flows very smoothly and easily between the two of you and that makes u happy :-))))

you tell him about that one time you thought there was a robber in your house but it turned out to be a squirrel which is moRE confusing because how the hell did the squirrel make it up so high

yoongi tells you about that one time he was staying late at the shop and hE thought there was a robber in the garage but it was just a drunk jungkook tripping over a stack of tires

you ask him about his family and he asks you about yours

you tell him you love ur mom and dad a lot but you’re suPer glad to be living on your own because it gets overwhelming sometimes

yoongi says he has a good relationship with his family too (but they weren’t pleased when he came home for new years and they discovered his tATTOO SLEEVE and his BLEACHED HAIR)

he tells you about his lil dog named holly (who he misses so much!!!!!) and you tell him about your pet turtle walter who lives at home with your parents

you find out that his favourite pizza toppings are pepperonis and pineapples and you fULLY roast him for that disgusting combination

and then he finds out that your favourite pizza toppings are spinach leaves, fire-grilled chicken, and caramelised red onions and he’s like okay miss bouGIe do u realise how much more expensive my pizza would be if i asked for fire-grilled chicken

he listens to hip-hop most of the time but he does have a soft spot for ariana grande and halsey

he bEgs you not to say anything to the boys

he’s not insecure about his masculinity or anything

he just doesn’t want them to bLAST break up w ur boyfriend i’m bored in the shop all day even tho it’s a B O P

“okay, turn into the roundabout here…” you point towards the penthouse buildings once yoongi drives past the gates (u live in a gaTed community u r so bougie!!!!!!!!!)

“this building? the one with the… marBle fountain?”

“mhm, you got it.” you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to smile at him “thank you for the ride and the shower.”

“anytime, doll.” yoongi plays along and his right eye drops in a wink

he chews on the inside of his cheek nervously

should he go for it

,.,..,

yeah he’s going to go for it

“hey, by the way-“ he stops you before you can hop out of the truth “the guys and i are hanging out this friday at this club we usually go to... don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything but if you wanna tag along that’d be totally-“

“yEs i would love to!” you blurt out and yoongi pauses and chuckles lightly

omg

yES you definiTEly want to

“okay, i’ll text you the details as soon as i figure out what’s happening.”

“sounds good!!” you shut the door and yoongi rolls the window down

“i’ll see you later then?”

“mhm! by the way - i’m keeping the shirt.”

yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes playfully as he watches you make your way to the entrance

he bites back a smile and leans back against the seat before letting out a breath and turning the truck back on

you really are something

friday can’t come soon enough

oh boy

your bedroom looks like it’s just been hit by a tornado

because it is a mEss

“i have nothing to wear!” you whine to nobody in particular as you stand in the middle of your walk-in closet and look around at the racks and racKs of clothing surrounding you

first you tried a tank top tucked into a pair of jeans and a sensible cardigan but then you remembered riGHt i’m going to a club i’m not going to the LIBRARY

and then you tried this brand new dress from chanel but you decided it was too ~avant-garde~ (u don’t really know what that means but that’s how the lady described it to you when she was selling it to you) for the club

and theN you tried a jumpsuit kinda thing but you’re not going to want to completely strIP down and sit on the toilet butt-ass naked when you have to pee

but u know what

after 2 hours (yes, TWO hours) of going through your closet you think you’ve finally pieced a sensible outfit together

it’s a baby blue slip dress (you bought it to match with beeper and u will shamelessly admit that) and you pair it with these adorable strappy platform sandals and of course a brand new gucci clutch

you look so cuTe you love this outfit

you kinda look like an early 2000s bratz doll and you’re,.,.,. ObseSsed with that

also

if someone compliments you on your outfit you’re definitely going to hit them with a “oh, this old thing? i just threW it on!”

no one will ever know it took you 120 minutes to pick (1) blue dress

you’re taking this secret to the GRAVE

yoongi offered to pick you up but you told him you’d be fine getting there by yourself

plus you really wanted to go in fashionably late (not tOO late of course) and just knock the socks off of everyone

you fully accept that you are a tiny bit of an attention whore

>:-)

“i think i should’ve picked her up.” yoongi mutters as he takes the last sip of his beer

it’s 9:30 and you’re stiLL not here

he’s checked his phone literally ten times in twenty minutes to make sure that he hasn’t missed any texts or calls or

“i think you’re overthinking this. she’ll get here! maybe there’s traffic.” jimin pats yoongi’s shoulder before returning to his conversation with hoseok

“and even if she doesn’T come you can still have fun with us!” jungkook points out and yoongi frowns “what??? we’re just as fun as y/n!!”

“we might be just as fun as y/n but yoongi doesn’t wanna make out with you like he does y/n-“

“soRRY you guys my uber dropped me off like three blocks away from here for some reason and i didn’t realise how hard it was walking in platform sandals” yoongi jumps in surprise when you suddenly poP out of nowhere

“this is why i should’ve picked you u-“ yoongi turns his head and finally gets a good look at you

shit you look good

he’s.,,.,. never seen your bAre legs before but he most definitely wants to bury his face in between them!!!!!!

oops

“are you two done checking each other out yet?” taehyung raises a brow and you and yoongi break gazes immediately

yoongi looks up at the little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and you look towards the bowl of pretzels sitting on the table

namjoon smacks tae’s arm scoldingly

quick change the subject

“have you guys just been sitting here this whole time?” you take a seat next to yoongi and you’re hAPPy to report that he doesn’t move when the side of your thigh presses up against him

you’re used to seeing yoongi in a jumpsuit (which is hot) or like a plain white tee tucked into a pair of jeans (which is aLso hot) but tonight he looks extra EXTRA hot

he’s wearing all bLAck tonight

black t-shirt

black ripped jeans

black bomber jacket

he even smells sexy

he smells like that denim shirt that’s hanging in ur closet

oH and he’s wearing a bandana and for some reason the sight of him in a bandana makes you s w e a t

yoongi leans back and drapes an arm over the back of the booth and you’re vEry tempted to snuggle right into him but unfortunately the two of you are noT at that stage yet

“this is our third bowl of pretzels and our second round of beers, so no, we haven’t just been sitting here this whole time.” jungkook points out smartly and you nod understanDably

he’s such a dweeb

you love it

alright well

apparently the party don’t start til you walk in

you give yoongi’s thigh a couple pats before pointing at the bar “i’m gonna go get us some shots!” you grin excitedly as you slide out of the booth

all of the boys sit in silence until they all decide you’re at a safe distance away from them

“…..she touched your thiGhHhHhhhH” taehyung wiggles his brows and yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes

“so what?”

“…yo diCK is close to your thiGhHhHhhhH”

“so in a way she indirectly touched your dick” jungkook holds his hand out for a fist bump

yoongi looks at the two of them in an unimpressed manner

“hi, can i get a round of kamikazes please?” you smile politely at the bartender before handing him your card

you gon be honest

you don’t actually know what a kamikaze is

you googled a list of shots on your way here and kamikaze was on that list

there’s also a type of shot called a blowjob but you’re not sure how it’s going to go down if you ask the bartender for a round of blowjobs

“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?” you jump in surprise when someone suddenly appears next to you and you’re about to run away in fear but then you get a better look at this guy

there’s no other way to describe it

this binch looks just as Expensive as you

you recognise that limited edition gold rolex that wink at you under the shoddy lighting

“…i could say the same for you” you raise a brow before turning to face the bar again

whY is the bartender taking so long

the guy laughs and tilts his head back a little before leaning forward and offering you a smirk “i’m seokjin. and you are?”

“not interested.” you clap back immediately jin raises his hands in defence but doesn’t back off

“feisty, aren’t we?”

“only when we have to be.” you shrug casually

“fair enough.” he hums and drums his fingers against the counter

a beat of silence goes by and you’re surprised he hasn’t made anoTher move

this guy seems harmless enough so you figure that giving him your name won’t be the woRst decision you’ll ever make in your life

plus the bartender is really taking his sweet time with those drinks and you’re getting bored

“i’m y/n.” you stick your hand out and jin’s eyes flicker down to your hand before he takes it graciously and gives you a firm shake

“well, it’s very nice to meet you. are you here by yourself?”

you snort immediately and shake your head “i wouldn’t come here by myself.” the bartender pauses and raises a brow at you and you give him a sheepish smile “no offence.”

if you thought your drinks were taking a long time to be made they’re going to take even lonGer now

good job u goober

“can i at least buy you a drink? maybe you can come over to my booth and we can chit-chat, see where that takes us…”

“or you could just buy me a drink and we can go our separate ways from there.” you grin and jin tilts his head before letting out a small laugh

“is that how you’re going to play it, sweetheart?” the thin gold chain hanging around his neck shimmers slightly as he shifts and leans closer to you

“i pholhd yew i could fit more phretfulz into my mouf fhan yew” jungkook mumbles and a pretzel falls out of his mouth

jimin is crAcking up at the sight of taehyung practically drooling all over himself

namjoon looks disappointed and hoseok looks vEry amused

yoongi glances over at the bar and furrows his brows in confusion when he sees you talking to,.,.., someone you’re obviously very comfortable with if you’re letting him tuck your hair behind your ear like that

whoever this fella is

he’s wearing a crisp button-up tucked into a pair of slacks and he has his sleeves rolled up (and he knows how weak u r for rolled up sleeves because you always get really moon-eyed when hE rolls his sleeves up)

yoongi clears his throat and shifts in his seat

what was he thinking???

christ

you guys are from two different worlds

what

was

thinking!!!

inviting you here?? and you’RE paying the shots omg he should’ve gone up there to pay for the shots

“miss, your round of kamikazes?”

“be a gentleman, kihyun. why don’t you deliver her shots to her friends for her?” jin points over at yoongi and the others and kihyun nods obediently

“oH oh you really don’t have to- okay never mind”

jin is a nice guy but also u want to go back to ur friends

“so, where were we?”

“you were about to buy me a drink and i was going to accept the drink and then leave” you joke and turn to look over your shoulder juSt in time to see kihyun setting the tray down on the table

okay you know what

one drink isn’t going to hurt

you’ll just enjoy onE drink and then you’ll leave

that way the boTh of you are satisfied..,,.ish

yoongi can’t help but glance over at the bar agaIN and he rolls his eyes when he catches the sight of you throwing your head back in laughter at something

who the hell does this guy think he is anyway

and what kinda guy who dresses like thAt would want to hang out here

he’s overthinking it

“hey, your friend told me to bring the shots here. seven kamikazes.”

“OoOohHH yeah lets gET IT” jungkook reaches for a shot as soon as the tray is set down and it goes down his hatch in 0.1 seconds

okay wow

obviously you’re not interested in hanging out with them anymore because you’re stiLL with that guy at the var aND you got the bartender to deliver the shots over so you could kEEP talking to mr. perfect over there

“ooh, these are good!!”

“veRy citrusy”

“are we sure there’s even alcohol in this because it kinda just tastes like orange juice”

“you think we can order more?”

yoongi’s shot is the only one left untouched

jungkook reaches over to tap his shoulder

“hyung, you gonna take a shot?”

yoongi clenches his jaw and reaches over blindly for the shot glass

he tilts his head back and swallows it before setting the glass down firmly

“jEez it wasn’t like i was going to take it or anything” jungkook mutters under his breath

whAtever

yoongi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

you’re allowed to flirt with whoever you’d like

it’s not like you guys have a thing or anything

you even told him you didn’t want him to come and pick you up so obviously you’ve established that this is a friendship and nothing more

it’s fine

yeah

you guys don’t have a thing

which means hE can flirt with whoever he’d like as well

“anywaYs you’re very nice, jin, but i don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything…” you smile sheepishly and scratch the back of your neck

you don’t want to tell this complete stranGer about the ins and outs of your will-they-won’t-they relationship with yoongi but you are vEry much tipsy and tipsy y/n just does not have a filter whatsoever “i’m here with yoongi!!!!!!” you clear your throat and gesture towards where the boys are

that strawberry margarita was really good

you could probably drink like twelveteen more of those

jin glances over your shoulder and raises a peRfect brow (you need to ask him where he gets his brows done because woW)

“which one is this yoongi?” he looks back at you

you weren’t expecting to be quEstioned like this

“uh, he’s the one with the-“ you turn to glance over your shoulder

huh

yoongi isn’t at the table

“well he’s around here someWhere he’s wearing a bandana and he has a tattoo sleeve you know he’s reALLy not that hard to spot-“

“oh! i see him!” you perk up immediately and try to follow jin’s line of sight “you mean the one dancing with my friend?”

wait what

“your friend? where’s your friend-“ the moment your eyes land on yoongi and jin’s friend you feel every single droplet of blood draining from your face

oh boy

yep

that’s yoongi alright

she has a hand tangled up in his hair while the other is running down his chest

he leans down as she says something in his ear and you see him laugh

the two of them continue to sway to the beat and you feel sick to your stomach when you notice her push yoongi’s hand down from her waist to her bum

you immediately turn back to face jin and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment

u just told this guY that you were here with another guY only to find out that the guy that you came with looks like he’s having a greAt time with someone else

yikes

“for the record - i would never do that to you.” he asks “chivalry is hard to find nowadays, no?”

you swallow thickly and try to snap yourself out of it

it’s not a big deal

yoongi can do whatever he wants

it’s not like he’s showing romantic interest in you just because he invited you to hang out with him

you’re just one of the bros

“say- how about you and your friends join my friends and i in the vip room? the more, the merrier!” jin nods in acknowledgement as the bartender sets a tray of shots down on the counter for him

“uh, maybe! maybe. thank you for the drink, by the way.” you smile politely and watch as he heads towards the velvet door with a gold VIP label on it

how faNcy

you weren’t going to mention anything to the guys but they asked you what took you so long and the moment the phrase ‘vip section’ slips out of your mouth all the boys immEdiately slide out of the booth and head to said section

you and jimin bumped into yoongi on the dance floor on the way there and you kinda just.,.., awkwardly trailed behind him and his new gal pal as aLL of you made your way over there

anyways

now you’re here

in this truly unfortunate situation

and you are praying to all the gods to just make a black hole appear in the ground and swallow you up

first of all

you didn’t know how Big this room was

and you didn’t know that one person (jin) could have so many frienDS

because you are sitting in a circle with probabLy like twenty-ish (or more) other people (including the boys of course)

the point is you want to be literaLLy anywhere else BUT here right now

“i’m assuming everybody knows the rules of the game-“ jin sets the empty bottle of beer in the centre of the circle and you feel your palms starting to sweat because heLLO you don’T know the rules of the game

also you don’t know haLF these people

a couple of the girls introduced themselves to you but you have horrible memory so their names went into one ear and riGht out the other in like 0.1 seconds

“maybe you should, like, go over the rules one more time to… y’know, to refresh our memories!” you clear your throat and feel your cheeks heat up when you catch jennie snickering

“okay, well… you spin the bottle, and whoever the bottle points at, you have to kiss them for ten seconds.”

“it’s pretty self-explanatory.” one of the other girls mutter

you take your bottom lip in between your teeth nervously “what happens if you don’T wanna kiss that person?”

“then you have to take off an article of clothing.”

wait what

t-that doesn’t sound like regular spin the bottle

thaT’s not how they do in the movies!!!!! everyone’s clothes stay ON in the movies!!!!!

and then you realise

you oNLY have a dress on

you don’t have a cardigan or a jacket or anything

so if you don’t wanna kiss anybody you’re going to have to take your dress off

in front of all these people!!!!!!!!!!

can i get a thank u nEXT

“um, i have another question!” your hand shoots up into the air “what if instead of taking a piece of clothing off you take a shot instead?”

“ah, that’s a good idea! if you don’t want to kiss your person, then you take a shot aND you take a piece of clothing off!” jin claps his hands together “good thinking, y/n!”

WAIT WHAT

nO you would like to retrACT your statement omg

you can safely say that this is one of the WORST experiences in your life

it’s about twenty minutes into the game

they actually changed the rules again so now you take a shot regardless of if you want to kiss your person or not

needless to say everybody is pretty hammered right now

except you of course

you’re like KindA tipsy

like giggly tipsy!!!! jin just keeps ordering margaritas for you and it would be ruDE of you to reject them

but you haven’t taken any shots yet

because you are one of the only people who hasn’t gotten a chance to spin the bottle yet (thank god)

you also are one of the only people who the bottle hasn’t landed on yet (which is also a thank goD)

“hey”

you turn to look at jin and a smile twitches at your lips when he hiccups

his cheeks are rosy and he’s glowing a bit

loVe that for him

“what do yoU want” you tease

“is there a mirror in your pants?”

“i’m not wearing pants.” you point out and gesture to your dress

“yah- can you just play along??” jin scoffs and pinches your arm

“okAy okay fine go on”

“-because i can seE myself in them” he beams proudly

you snort and roll your eyes playfully before whacking his bicep as he bursts into squeaKy giggles

“you think you’re funny?” you tease and jin nudges his elbow against yours

“you don’t think i’m funny??”

“i absolutely don’t think you’re funny”

“oOOh i have another one”

“can’t be any worse that that mirror one”

“the word of the day is legs.”

“is it?”

“let’s say we head back to your place and spread the word.” he purrs into your ear and you nEARly screech

“jiN!!!!” you gasp and turn to gawk at him “that’s hoRRIBle you FreAK”

yoongi clenches his jaw when he sees you smack jin’s arm as the two of you continue giGGling away at god knows what

whatever he said can’t possibly be thAt funny

“my turn!!!” jennie gets up onto her knees and shuffles towards the bottle

you suddenly stop laughing because oh no it’s jennie’s turn

with a quick fliCk of her wrist she sends the bottle spinning

okay

logically speaking there is a 1/28 chance of it landing on you

but more importantly

logically speaking there is a 1/28 chance of it landing on a certain someone else who shall not be named but it’s pretty obvious who you don’T want it to land on

your nails dig into the meat of your palm as you watch the bottle intently

you don’t get a chance to continue worrying about the logistics of the situation because jin taps your shoulder again

good

you need a distraction anyways

she spun it really violently so it seems like it’s going to take a while to get there lol

“hEy hey hey i’ll give u a nickel if u tickle my pickle”

you snort immediately and shake your head

“i’ll give you a nickel to shuT up” you reach over to flick his forehead “we met like forty minutes ago but i am confident in saying that you only think with your dick”

“in thAt case would you like to blow my mind?”

chRIST

it neVER ENDS

yoongi sets his beer down slowly when the he realises the bottle is pointing right at him

he swallows thickly

oh boy

his eyes flicker up and he sees jennie looking right at him with bEdroOm eyes

and then he hears you and jin craCking up and he turns his head to look at you guys

…..,.,,.,.

what if jin takes you home tonight

well

FINe

if jin takes you home tonight then he’s allowed to take jennie home tonight

yoongi’s eyes flicker back to jennie and he gestures towards himself before leaning back against one palm “get over here.”

“c’mon now, that one was really good!”

“if you ever approach someone with that line you’re going to get slapped-“ you immediately lose your train of thought when you turn your head to see jennie and yoongi fuLLy going at it

“and that’s 10 seconds!”

yoongi’s the first to pull away and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

he ain’t gon lie

that was kind of slobbery

her lip gloss is also sickLY sweet

“y/n, you’re the only one who hasn’t spun yet! why don’t you give it a try?” jin nudges your side and you snap out of it and look at the bottle “i know yoongi’s technically supposed to be spinning now but we should give you a shot at it before someone goes twice.”

“oh, i don’t- um, i don’t… i think i might just skip my turn.” you smile nervously

your heart is haMMering away in your chest

there are a million and one thoughts running through your mind right now and the amount of alcohol that’s flowing through your veins probably isn’t helping to calm you down

u just

u really liked yoongi :-(

you’ve had so much fun spending time with him for the past couple of weeks

but obviously you aren’t his type

which is okay! that’s fine

everything’s fine

also

you don’t want to play this game because you don’t want your first kiss to be because of spIN the bottle

“c’mon, y/n. we aren’t getting any younger here, girl!”

“o-okay! okay, i’m- i’ll spin.” you clear your throat before leaning over and grasping the bottle

you give it a good agGREssive spin and watch as it goes round and round and round and round

oh boy

this sucks

you thought he liked u back

like you really REALLy thought he liked you back

he’s just been so nice and sweet to you!!!!!!

well to be fair he kind of has to be nice and sweet to you because you are paying him to fix your verY expensive car

he probably just wanted a faT tip that’s why he’s been so kind

and maybe he only invited you here tonight because you bought lunch for him

also you literally have no experience with situations like this so you can’t assume that he likEs you just because you like him

whatever

you should go for someone like jungkook who’s closer to you in age

well thEre you go again assuming that someone who obviously doesn’t like you likes you

“hey, look at that! it’s your lucky day, y/n!”

you snap out of it aGAIN and look down at the bottle that’s pointing right at

jin

you turn your head to look at him and he immediately flashes you his oh-so-charming smile “get ready for the best 10 seconds of your life, darling”

you immEdiately start to panic when jin reaches up to cup the side of your jaw and your fingers wrap around his wrist tightly

okay

yeah

just go with it

kiss him

he’s a nice guy!!!!! he bought manY drinks for you, he invited you and your friends to his vip room, he’s nice!!!!!

you’re going to give this complete sTRanger your first kiss even though you would much rather give it to yoongi

jin has nice lips though so maybe you can just preTEnd it’s yoo-

“waIT WAIt waIT-“ jin jolts in surprise before his eyes pop open and he blinks at you “i- my lips are chapped.”

his eyes flicker down to your lips and you feel your cheeks flush when his thumb brushes over your bottom lip “they feel awfully smooth to me.”

he starts leaning in again

and in the corner of your eye you see yoongi leaning in and whispering something into jennie’s ear

she places her hand on his knee and starts sliding it up his thigh

and you don’t know what happens

but you snAp

“what the hell is wrong with you??”

y i k e s

jin’s eyes pop open and he’s about to retaliate but he realises you’re not even looking at him

you’re looking at yoongi

yoongi furrows his brows before scoffing and look around the circle “is this part of the game?” he jokes and there’s like a scAtter of nervous laughter

“i’m-“ you look around the circle as well and swallow thickly

maybe u just embarrassed urself a little bit by your outburst

a couple people are avoiding eye contact with you

namjoon presses his lips together and looks down when you look at him

hoseok is giving you a pity-infused smile

and jungkook

jungkook fell asleep on one of the girls

“i’m- uh, i should go.” you mutter and get up off the ground “soRRy about that, you guys!” you clear your throat and gesture to the bottle “someone else can take my turn!”

“i’ll spin!” jin claps his hands together when a beat of silence goes by “if ya can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen!” he jokes

another round of scattered laughter

at least there’s less awKward tension

you can feel how hot your face is from under your makeup

at least it’s full coverage so no one will ever be able to tell that your face is on FIRE

the chilly air sobers you up a little more as you push the door open

you let out a breath and pull your phone out to call an uber

you just want to go home

wipe all this makeup off

wash your hair

maybe you’ll take a bubble bath

do a face mask

“y/n, wait-“ the momeNT you hear yoongi’s voice all hell breaks loose once again

you are AN G RY

“let gO of me-!” you shove yoongi’s hand off your wrist before whipping around and adjusting your purse on your shoulder with a huff

yoongi immediately raises his hands in defence before he furrows his brows at you “what the hell was that all about?? are you ok-“

“is this just a game to you??”

yoongi blinks at you before scratching the back of his neck

“is… is the game… just a game to me?”

“no i’m not talking about the stUpid game yoongi i’m talking about-“ you pause because you don’t really know hoW to word this without sounding like an obsessive maniac “i don’t understand you! i thought you- you’re just sO fruSTRATING”

yoongi scoffs immEdiately and crosses his arms

“i don’t think you’re allowed to say that when you were the one flirting with jin like craZy”

“i wasn’t- i wasn’t flirting with him!”

“you totALLy were! someone would have to be blind if they thought you weren’t flirting with him!”

“you were the one who literally mADE out with someone else!!!”

“y/n, it was a game-“

“i just don’t think it’s fair that yOU were the one who invited me to this hole in the wall and then yOU go off and start making out with someone else and dancing and-“

“well you know what i am so so sorry for taking you to this grubby hole in the wall!” yoongi snaps and you shut up immediately “you know what, you’re right, i think it’d be better if you just left.”

“i think it’d be better if we just nEver saw each other again!” you snap and cross your arms “we’re compLETE opposites-“

“sounds good to me!!! we’re from two diFFerent worlds so you should heAd back to the land of elitists because i- oh! should i hail a cab for you or is that too gross and poor for little miss spoilt brat??” yoongi’s tone is sO patronising and you’re (this) close to slapping him across the face “what’s the matter?? something doesn’t go your way so the firSt thing you do is sTorm out like a child????”

“excuse me?!” you hiss and shove at his chest “you’re an asshole. you’re an asshole!”

you already feel angry tears prickling at your eyes as you whip around

“fuck, y/n, wait-!”

all you know is that you don’t ever want to see min yoongi ever again and you’d be happy to get in your car and run him over and over and over and ovER agAIN

and suddenly you’re reminded that you don’t have a car to run him over with because your car is in hIS damn SHOP

“y/n, i didn’t mean-“

somehow you manage to cross the street without tripping over yourself and you pick up the pace to get as far away from yoongi as possible

god

what a night

you should’ve stayed home

the moment you step into the penthouse everything just seems to go wrong

your keys fall the ground with a clatter

you nearly trIp and fall flat on your face as you undo your sandals

you toss your clutch onto the couch but it bounces off the pillows and falls to the ground

you head straight to your bedroom and the second you throw yourself onto the bed you burst into tears

you hate everything

everything sucks

min yoongi espeCially sucks

you hate that he,.,.,. he patronised and belittled you like that

you haTe that he made all those comments about you being a spoilt brat because everyone who’s ever been mean to you have made those exact comments and you never thought yoongi would be one of those people

okay look

you don’t want to be one of those rich people but you can’t help it!!!! yes you’ve always had more of a comfortable lifestyle (which is completely out of your control like wtf you didn’t chOOSe to be born into a well-off family) but like.,., at the same time it’s isolated you

throughout elementary school and high school you know for a fact you were invited to all those parties and dinners only because people knew that you’d be the one who’d get them the most expensive presents (you got this one girl a purse from louis vuitton one year and the next year when you got her a bag of gummy bears ((because she liKED guMMY BEARs)) she literally threw them into the bin and you were like??? and then when you apologised and gave her a necklace from tiffany’s she immediately forgave you and you did noT like that vibe) or you’d be the one who was always like “i’ll get the bill!!!! no worries!!!!!!”

and now we’re back to square 1

completely alone

because you’ll never be anything more than little miss spoilt brat who maxes out daddy’s credit card and pouts when she doesn’t get what she wants

oh my god

you’re going to be become one of those rich old ladies who don’t have anybody to share their huGe mansions with

“hyung? you alright?” jungkook asks meekly

as soon as yoongi ran out after you all of the boys did the same

of course they kept their distance but they heard evErything from your guys’ conversation

and now yoongi’s just standing by the truck

namjoon clears his throat before jingling the keys in his fingers (they fell out of yoongi’s pocket when he ran out) “i’ll drive because i only took that one shot and i’m pretty sure it’s worn off-“

all of a sudden yoongi swINgs his fist and drives it sTraight into the side mirror

hoseok yelps in surprise and jimin immediately slaps a hand over his mouth

the mirror immediately cracks and shatters into pieces before splintering onto the ground

yoongi’s panting slightly as he inspects the damage on boTh the mirror and his fist

droplets of blood splatter onto the floor among the pieces of glass

he clenches his fist and watches as crimson continues to ooze out of the fresh wound

yoongi opens the door and hops into the truck before slamming the door shut

everyone else kinda looks at each other

poor jungkook has gone has white as a sheet of paper because he gets vEry queasy over the sight of blood

“he bent the mirror.” tae squeaks out

he did noT know yoongi was capable of causing that much damage

“everyone get into the truck. now.” namjoon hisses lowly and everyone scuRries to get in

the shards of glass crunch underneath the tires as namjoon pulls out of the parking spot

yoongi stays silent the entire ride back

he doesn’t flinch when namjoon tends to his wounds and literally pulls a thin sliver of glass out from his knuckles

it sTings and burns like hell but it doesn’t show on his face

it’s fine

yoongi knows he deserves the pain.

it has officially been twelve days since the blowout

and yoongi thinks he’s losing his mind

he can’t stop thinking about you

he can’t stop thinking about how your eyes glazed over and your bottom lip trembled

how your voice wavered as you shoved at his chest and called him an asshole

it doesn’t matter

you two would’ve never worked out anyway so maybe this fight was for the best

he just won’T come in to work the day you come and pick your car up

yeah! it doesn’t matter at all

all you are is an entitled trust fund baby who whines when she doesn’t get what she wants and when you dO get what you want it’s simply not enough

but oh

yoongi knows he’s just lying through his teeth when he says that

you’re noT just this one-dimensional princess

there’s more to you than just that

there’s so much more to you

you’re so kindhearted and generous

hE was the one who fucked up

hE was the one who got weirdly insecure and completely lashed out on you

hE was the one who made out with that jennie girl in front of you knowIng that there was something between the two of you even though it had never been established

he knEW that you liked him yet he still pulled all that shit

why?????? WHY?????

anyways

he hasn’t made a move to text or call you because he knows you’re not going to respond to him

he did draft out this long long text message but he ended up deleting it

and he was going to leave a voicemail but it was just really awkward and also he ran out of time

it kept beeping on him before he could finish his speech

he knows he’s the last person you want to hear from right now

yoongi looks down at his wrapped up knuckles and slowly makes a fist

why couldn’t he have punched a piLLOW

yoongi swivels around in his chair when he hears a gentle knock on the door

“what do you want?” he gets straIght to the point and jimin raises a brow before deciding it’s okay to let himself in

“uh, i just need you to sign off on this order.” he places the clipboard on the desk

yoongi’s pen glides over the dotted line quickly and he clicks it before shoving it back into the pen holder

“cool, thanks.” jimin nods and picks the clipboard back up

before he can make it to the door yoongi speaks up again

“can i ask you something?”

jimin turns to glance over his shoulder before he turns all the way so he can face yoongi

he has a feeling he knows where this is going

“you guys heard everything, didn’t you?”

“heard wha-“

“you know what i’m talking about.” yoongi says gently

jimin knows it’s best noT to beat around the bush

after all he doesn’t want to end up like that side mirror

lol

.,,.,too soon?

“um, yes. yes, we heard everything. we didn’t mean to, though, we just ran out because-“

“on a scale from 1 to 10 how badly did i fuck it up with y/n?”

god damnit

he should’ve gotten jungkook to come in here and ask yoongi to sign the sheet

jimin immediately presses his lips together and avoids yoongi’s gaze “with all due respect hyung i really don’t think it’s any of my business-“

“i just need you to be honest with me because i have no idea what to do and i-“

“like a 20. like a colossal 20.” jimin blurts out and offers him a shrug when yoongi stares at him in shoCK

twenty????? TWENTY OUT OF TEN

yoongi lets out a groan and leans back against his chair and he stares at the ceiling fan whirring around and around

he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and curses to himself

“do you like her?”

“of course i like her, you moron.” yoongi scoffs and shoots him a dirty look

“hey you know what i don’t have to help you if i don’t want to.” jimin starts to get up and yoongi reaches out to grab onto his wrist

he lets out a sigh “i’m… i’m sorry. i know you’re just trying to help, i’m just kiNDa all over the place right now”

jimin plops back down on the seat

“so you like her?”

“as we’ve established already yeS i do like her”

“well why don’t you just tell her that?”

“i don’t… i can’t.” yoongi exasperates and tilts his head back before folding his hands on his stomach

“what do you mean?? it’s obvious she likes you back. or she at least likeD you back. i’m not sure about it with the present situation.”

yoongi gives him a warning look

“i’m not… i’m not for people like her, y’know?”

jimin snorts and leans back against the chair “what’s that supposed to mean? are you from mars? are you not human?”

“not like thAt! she’s supposed to be with like… i don’t know, a businessman or a manager or-“

“you’re a businessman aNd a manager-“

“of a car repair shop, jimin. not like some biG shot car repair shop either.”

“you’re overthinking this big time. i’m not going to sit here and deliver a whole speech about you need to follow your heart and all that bullshit - at the end of the day, y/n obviously likes you for you. so get your head out of your ass and talk to her before it’s too late.”

“what if it’s already too late?”

“trust me, it’s not. knowing y/n she probably would’ve broken into the shop in the middle of the night to get her car back if she never wanted to see you again.”

yoongi can’t help but laugh at the sight of you picking a lock with like a gucci hairpin or something

“…can i clock out early because i helped you?”

“absolutely not.”

you spoon a bite of coco puffs into your mouth and chew slowly

yuck

room temperature cereal is not pleasant

mushy cereal is not pleasant either

would not recommend

0/10

you toss the bowl into the sink carelessly and winCe at the loud clank

oops

you haven’t been up to a lot lately in the past twelve days

you go to class

you go home

you do work

you turn netflix on

you eat dinner

you take a shower

you go to bed

time seems to have meshed together nowadays

you just feel so

..,drained

your phone buzzes on the counter and your heart drops to your stomach when you see the contact name

‘min mechanics’

o no

you’re not ready

you don’t want to talk to him

your finger hovers over the decline button but it seems that your finger has a mind of its own because-

“oh shit-“ you pick the phone up as soon as you hit the accept button “hello?” you clear your throat

“y/n? hey! it’s namjoon.” you can’t help but let out a breath of relief because if it was yoongi who called you would not have known how to react

“joon, what’s up?”

“beeper is ready for you!! we polished him up and everything! you can come pick him up whenever you’d like.”

“…you can’t drive him to my place or anything?”

you hear namjoon let out a sigh from the other end of the phone

“i could do that for you… but i think you and yoongi have some things to talk about.”

“i don’t want to talk to him.” you murmur and namjoon hEars the pout in your voice

“i know you don’t, but you know you need to talk to him. it’s definitely going to be awkward but-”

“i don’t even think he wants me around, namjoon. he said it himself, we’re from two different worlds!” you huff and flop down on your bed

“obviously it’s none of my business but i just… yoongi’s happier when you’re around, y’know? and i know for a fact that he makes you just as happy - it’s pretty obvious you two are… into each other, and i just think it’d suck if you let this bump in the road ruin your relationship with him… he’s stubborn, i know…”

“he said a lot of hurtful things, joon.” you feel your eyes starting to water as you’re forCed to relive the memory “like, a lot of hurtful things.”

“i know he did. i- i don’t know what to say about that but you have to believe me when i say yoongi is not that kind of person. just… please come?”

well

it looks like you don’t have much of a choice because you do need your car back

“…i’ll swing by later, joon.”

you heard namjoon let out a breath of relief “that’s great, y/n, that’s so great. i’ll see you later!”

yes

you will noT regret this

plus you do want to clear the air with yoongi even though you hate confrontation

anD you want to apologise because it wasn’t right for you to freak out like that when he was with that other girl

you guys hadn’t established any kind of relationship so it simply didn’t make sense for you to be all bOO-hooey and-

ooH or you could just get a new car so you never have to see him again

maybe you’ll move to greece

live on a vineyard

start your own wine-making business

enjoy fresh pita and hummus and kalamata olives everyday

noPE

don’t do that

don’t throw money at your problems and expect them to go away (even though you can definitely afford to move to greece)

you are noT that cowardly person anymore

“miss? uh, we’re here.” you look out the window and feel your heart starting to race when you see that familiar sign

min mechanics

it’ll be fine

just go in

find namjoon

find beeper

and get the heCk out of here

it was a mistake to wear your boots today because you are doing the complete OPPOSITE of avoiding attention

click clack click clack clickclackclickclackclickclackclickclack

“hey guys” you smile shyly when you pass by the boys

they’re all working together on a convertible and they all look shoCked that you actually came

aLL the boys are here

which has to mean that yoongi’s around here somewhere

o god

you’re like three seconds away from getting a heart attack

okay nope

just focus

you push the door open and the bell tinkles

“joon,” you are sO relieved to see namjoon sitting behind the counter “sorry i took so long to get here.”

the door to yoongi’s office is closed

thank god

maybe he didn’t come in today

“it’s all good!” namjoon chirps and pulls out a couple sheets of paper from a file before getting up and placing them on the counter ”how have you been? uh, sign here, and here.”

“i’ve been good! a little busy with studying for finals and all that but either than that i’ve been good.” you nod and click the pen “how about you?”

“i’ve been doing well. i’ve been watching these nature documentaries on netflix-“

“-planet earth?” your hand pauses on the sheet and for the firSt time in twelve days you flash a genuine smile

“planet earth!” namjoon laughs lightly “it’s a great series, i love it.”

it’s a good thing you and namjoon have good small-talking skills otherwise it would just be compLETE silence right now

“okay, there you go.” you set the pen down and namjoon takes the sheets from you and double-checks that you signed everything

“i’ll go and get beeper ready for you! just wait here, i’ll be riGht back.”

“wait but-“ before you know it namjoon walks past you and leaves you aloNE in the office and you start chewing on your bottom lip nervously

maybe you can go hide in the washroom til namjoon comes back

yep

sounds like a good plan-

all of a sudden the office door opens and you feel your heart stop

frICK

“hey namjoon have you seen the- …oh, uh…“

“hi.”

“hey.”

a beat of awkward silence goes by

the tension is sO thick and you’ve never been so uncomfortable in your entire life

“i was just- sorry, i was looking for namjoon.”

“oh, he, um, he’s getting bee- my car, he’s getting my car for me.” you clear your throat and gesture towards the front door

“cool, cool.” yoongi slaps a hand against the frame of the door gently and nods

christ this is awkward

what happened to that small-talking skill girL

“alright, y/n! he’s all set and ready to go!” namjoon sticks his head in and he falters when he registers what’s going on

his eyes flicker in between you and yoongi “oh, sorry, was i interrupting-“

“nO no you weren’t! i’m comIng” you move at lightning speed to get as far away from yoongi as possible

“y/n wait-“ there’s no way in hell yoongi’s going to let you get away agaIN

he’ll find another dang mirror to punch if he lets that happen

namjoon hands him the keys to beeper along with a notepad “you should probably do the final check on the car instead of me”

“yeah, thanks man.” yoongi tucks the notepad into his back pocket before jogging out

“heY jimin did a really good job with the polishing!” you smooth your hands over beeper’s hood “beeper’s blinDing me-“ you turn around and jump in surprise when you see that it’s yoongi standing behind you and not namjoon “….where’s nam-“

“please shut up for like one second.”

ooOOOKAY

noT the greatest opening line!!!!!!!!!!!!

oof

yikes

…,,.yooF

he’s nERVOUS OKAY

he wasn’t expecting to have to deal with this sO quickly

if he’d had known that you were coming today he would’ve prepared some flash cards or something but this is his chance to just be completely real with you and get everything off his chest

“y/n, i’m sorry. really, i am. i’m not very… good with apologies but this is me trying my best.” he clears his throat and he looks like he’s having a hard time collecting everything that he wants to say to you “all the things i said to you… god, i was a complete asshole and you didn’t deserve any of that. i-i didn’t even mean any of that shit i said, y’know? i think i just… i got all weird and insecure because i saw you with jin and i just… it reminded me that we… we’re… i’m… i mean, i’m a mechanic, for crying out loud. i fix cars for a living and he had a damn gold watch that probably costs more than my rent!! i understand if you don’t ever wanna talk to me again, i totally get it, i wouldn’t wanna see me again either after being spoken to like that but i just needed to say sorry to you to let you know that i really, really didn’t mean a word of what i said. you deserve so much better than me.” yoongi shrugs and scratches the back of his neck “i don’t know. it’s stupid. i’m stupid. i don’t-”

“the only difference between you and jin that i really care about is the fact that i don’t like jin, but i… i like you.” you admit shyly and if your face wasn’t red before it certainLy is now “and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a mechanic, y’know? i’m sorry, too. i said some things that i didn’t mean either… i really appreciated you asking me to hang out with you and the guys and that place wasn’t even that grubby!! i was just being- i don’t know, i think i just mad at you because you.. dId all that with jennie-“

“-which was the worst kiss of my life if that makes you feel any better-“

“i’ll forgive you if you forgive me?” you suggest and yoongi nods enthusiastically

“i will find a way to make it up to you, i swear.”

“also, you’re a moron.”

“wha- well, yeah, i guess i deserve that but-“

“okay now it’s youR turn to shut up for like one second.” you stick your hand up and yoongi clams up immediately “you’re a moron for worrying that i was going to pick jin over you just because he’s a millionaire-“

“he’s a millionaire-!”

“because i could give leSS of a shit about that! you’re really sweet and kind and i think you’re awfully funny aNd not to mention you’re pretty easy on the eyes-“ okay y/n reel it back a bit lmao “a-anyways yeah that’s- look the point is you shouldn’t be insecure over something as silly as your job..,,. in faCt i think the whole mechanic thing is actually kinda sexy”

oKAY that’s noT reeling it back at ALL BUT GREAT GOD JO B you said what you wanted to say

“also…what the hell happened to your hand?”

oh right

yoongi glances down at his wrapped up hand

should he tell you that he punched a side mirror and had a shard of glass stuck in his knuckles

“eh, don’t worry about it. it was just an accident.” he waves it off

you’ll find out soOner or later

“so-“ yoongi clears his throat “…you like me or you like-like me?” yoongi raises a brow and offers you a cocky smirk and you immediately scoff in response and cross your arms before looking in the other direction

“don’t flatter yourself i was just being nice”

“don’t lie to me now” yoongi steps closer to you and hooks a finger under your chin before turning your head so that you’re facing him “you got anything you wanna ask me?”

your eyes immediately widen

well

yes

you have a question for him of course you have a question for him

hoW do you even approach a situation like this do you just bluRt it out????

“do you, um, do you…” you puff your cheeks out in frustration and immediately divert your gaze to the ground

you start toeing at the ground nervously (which is something you haven’t done since you were like 12) while your fingers tug at the hem of your blouse

“like… i-i just… do you… do you like me? …back? do you like me back?” you finAlly get it out of your system and you feel like your entire face is on fire “it’s just… sometimes i get the feeling that you like me and other times i get the feeling that you’re just being friendly and i’ve never really, y’know, i don’t have a lot of experience with this kinda stuff so i just need you to tell me straight up if you like me back or if i’m just being delusional…”

“what do you mean by not having a lot of experience with ‘this kinda stuff’? you mean going out and getting something you want by yourself?” yoongi teases and your cheeks flush even further

wow

now that you two have forgiven each other it seems like he’s reverteD back to his usual self

yoongi likes this

this is a fun game

obviously you’re used to getting what you want with the snap of your fingers

and yoongi is a firm believer in the idea that in order to get what you want you gotta work hard

you gotta put in the effort!!!!

yeah suRe he knows that you like him just as much as he likes you (and thaT gets him super excited)

but he’s not going to give in to you that easy

no no

if you want him you better shoW him that you want him

“well yes buT also i meant like… boy-related experiences? i dunno” god this is humiliating

you hATE this

if you could turn back time you wouldn’t have brought this shit up in the first place you should’ve just hoPPEd into beeper and nyOOmed out of the garage “i haven’t even had my first kiss yet so like- look just teLL me if you like me back or not because i’m about to lose my-“

“wait- you’ve never been kissed?” yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion and he tilts his head

how is that possible

how is it possible that you’ve never been kissed

ok well

now he feels a little bad for dragging this whole thing out

and also

he’s never seen you so… insecure? before

you can’t even look him in the eye

“are you kidding me?”

what the heck!!!!!!!!!!!

of course he likes you!!!!!

he’s liked you from day one!! when you walked in with your leather booties and your heart-shaped sunglasses and your little ‘hellooOOOoOo’

he liked you even more when you shoved your clobbered side mirror into his chest and insisted he fix your car right now immediately

and he liked you even even more when jungkook was straight up flexing in front of you but all you were paying attention to was him with your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and your cheeks all pink and rosy

that was for him

all for him

“well you don’t have to say it like thAt” you grumble and reach up to scratch at the back of your neck “look thiS was stupid just forget i said anythi-“

“i like you back. i definitely like you back.” yoongi admits casually as he scribbles something on his little notepad

“you- oh. okay.”

you didn’t think thiS far ahead

what’s your next move

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“so what are you gonna do about it?” yoongi tucks his notepad into his pocket and crosses his arms before looking at you expectantly

uHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

he pokes his tongue into his cheek and tilts his head when you continue to stand there and stare at him blankly like a deer in headlights “ah. so you’re not going to do anything about it. alright.” he sighs and turns to head back to the office “i’m just going to bring namjoon back out here and he’ll take care of-“

and before you know it you’re grabbing onto his wrist and yanking him back and-

yoongi feels like his heart is about to explode when you pull him down and press your lips against his

his eyes flutter shut and he places his hands on your hips and gives you a gentle squeeze

your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and you pull away with flushed cheeks

oh god

u just kissed yoongi

thAt was your first kiss

mission success!!!!!!!!!

“…there, i did something about it” you grumble and puLL your arms back

and then it hits you

oh my god i just kissed yoongi and woW his lips are like supEr soft and he tastes like cherry which makes sense because he loves those lollipops-

“you’re so cute.” yoongi laughs and nudges you back til you’re sitting on beeper’s hood

you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be sitting on beeper

“what are you doing? i-“

you know what you could care leSS about beeper because yoongi’s kiSsing you!!!! again!!!

AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

:~)

you have your fingers curled up in yoongi’s jumpsuit as you kiss him back and you let out a little whimper

yoongi’s thumbs circle your kneecaps before they drag a cheEky trail up the inside of your thighs

he squeezes your thighs and encourages you to open them wide enough so that he can stand in between them

“you good?” he mutters against your lips and you nod quickly and pull him closer

goD you’re so CUTE

he’s so soft for you it’s insane

he pulls your hand away from his jumpsuit and brings it up so that you can wrap your fingers around the nape of his neck

you immediately slide your hand up and tangle your fingers into his soft locks “there you go”

yoongi pulls away from you and revels in the small whimper that you let out

god

aren’t you a vision

your lips are swollen and glossy and your eyes are all blown out and your cheeks are warm and rosy

all that just from a little bit of kissing

“why’d you stop?” you pout and tug at his wrist

“you’d pass out if i continued.” he smirks and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear “and it appears we have an audience, don’t we?” he gets a little louder towards the end of his question and you immediately twist around to look behind you

sure enouGH the boys are all crouched behind a truck staring at the two of you like a bunch of PERVS

they immediately break off and pretend like they weren’t just watching you guys maKe out with each other

jungkook and taehyung bump into each other in their rush to head back to their stations and you snort at the sight

you turn back to face yoongi

“it was probably a good thing we were interrupted” yoongi leans down and gives you another quick kiss before helping you off the hood of the car

“what makes you say that?”

“i was fully ready to go down on you on top of-“

“bEEPER??” you gasp in mock horror and slap your hands over the top of beeper’s hood “you were going to defile me on top of my own car??”

“i mean…” yoongi shrugs before nodding

take you over the hood of your car?

heck yeah he would

he’d take you over the hood of anY car

“don’t listen to him beeper,.,.,. i’d neVer do that to you…”

if yoongi didn’t know any better it’d probably be safe to say that you might be a little tOo in love with beeper

yoongi is a busy man

he has a lot of cars he has to patch up and a lot of parts he has to put together

but uh

making out with u in the driver’s seat of his truck is a much better way to pass the time

he’ll just get the others to take care of the parts for him later

“u know i’m supposed to be replacing a muffler right now…” yoongi lifts his face and brushes his lips against yours teasingly

you can’t help but grin when you pull away slightly and yoongi squeezes your waist in warning

“u know that sounds like a you problem” your nose nudges against his and yoongi tilts his head upwards to kiss you again

since the two of you made up and forgave each other you’ve been visiting the shop moRe than three to four times a week

you practically live at the shop now

and yoongi doesn’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing

on one hand he likes having you around and he likes getting to kiss u whenever he wants

but on the other hand

it’s vEry distracting having you around and getting to kiss u whenever he wants because he aLways wants to kiss you

another bAd thing

whenever he kisses you the others get all oOoOooohHHhHhhh and yoongi is always so tempted to hurl a wrench at all of them

anyways

yoongi’s on his lunch break (that ended twenty minutes ago) and he decided to sneak you into his truck that’s parked in the back alley

his lips move with yours slowly and he revels in the little whimper that leaves you when he nips at your bottom lip

you’re acting extra cute for somE reason

and you look extra cute too

you’re wearing a pretty floral romper paired with your faVourite boots and once again you will never admit to anybody that it took you an hour and a half (you’re getting better) to throw it on

you decide that you’re going to be bold today and you find your hands slowly sliding down yoongi’s chest til they reach the buckle of his belt

yoongi reaches down quickly and wraps his slim fingers around your wrist before offering you a smirk and a tilt of his head “someone’s a little eager, no?”

“don’t you want me?” you push your bottom lip out in a pout and yoongi leans in to give you a lil peck

“course i do.” he chuckles lowly before raising a brow “but how about we start off with something more mild, hm?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers glide down your jaw and he hooks one under your chin

“like what?” you lean down a little and nip at his fingers playfully and yoongi has never felt more fuckiGn endeared in his life

“do you trust me?”

“course i do.” you drape your arms around his shoulders

“alright, let’s just get you settled right here…” he lifts you up off his lap and onto his right leg instead

his.,., thigh?

you separate your legs so each knee settles on the leather seat on either side of his clothed thigh

ur not..,,.s ure what’s going on right now

but it’s once you get comfortable that you begin to feel the friction

“now what do i- oH-“ you gasp noisily when yoongi’s leg presses upwards and suddenly you spaSm a bit of out of surprise

tingles shoot up your spine and your fingers twitch slightly on yoongi’s chest

“that feel good?”

“i- i’m not sure yet.” you blink down at yoongi’s thigh and he can’t help but laugh

“need me to help?”

“that would be ideal, yes.”

“well, it’s pretty easy. you just-“ he places his hands on your waist and pushes you back and imMediately you feel another spark of pleasure “and then you come this way,” he pulls you back and flexes his thigh underneath you and you let out a little hiccup

how..,,.intriguing

eventually you get the hang of things

you’re kinda doing it on your own but yoongi’s still guiding you back and forth a little

“that’s it, doll, just like that,” yoongi breathes out, his grip tightening on your waist as he helps you ride his leg

he leans back against the seat and watches you with hooded eyes as you continue to get yourself off on his thigh

your romper and your panties are botH very thin so you can just feel the rough fabric of yoongi’s jeans rubbing up against you

you’re not going too hard but you’re not going too soft either

yoongi swallows thickly because now he has a pretty good picture of what you’d look like riding his c-

“christ-“ you gasp as yoongi raises his leg and pushes riGht up into you as he leans in and attaches his mouth to your neck

“now does it feel good?” he murmurs against you and you gasp and wrap your fingers around the nape of his neck

you can’t even describe how amazing this feels and all your thoughts are just white noise because holy shit this feels so good

you nod quickly and let out a whimper when you feel another wave of pleasure tremor through your body

god

you’re so soft n warm

and so submissive

“yoongi, please...” you don’t even know what you’re pleading for here but that’s all that’s able to come out of your mouth

he looks down and groans quietly when he notices the damp patch on his jeans

“oh,” yoongi coos mockingly, “you sweet thing, you... i wanna wreck you.”

you let out a whine and press your forehead against his shoulder as you continue grinding down on his thigh

your desperation pulls a low moan from yoongi’s throat and he shifts underneath you

“there you go, baby… such a good girl…”

look

you’re not entirely sure what happened here

but somehow you shifted from yoongi’s thigh to yoongi’s crotch

and yoongi just wanted to make this about you so he also doesn’t know how this happened but boY is he glad it happened

you’re literally going to make him cream his pants like a overly-hormonal 14 year old boy and he hasn’t done that in a long loNG TIME but you know what he does noT mind

“ah, fuck-“ yoongi growls and clenches his jaw as his calloused fingers dig into your supple flesh as you continue grinding down on him

you know how yoongi mentioned earlier he had a rough idea of what you’d look like riding him

well now he has a really reALLY clear idea of what you’d look like riding him

he can tell you’re close by the way your breathing has gotten heavier and your cheeks have become more flushed

and he is definitely going to keep this image of you tucked in his brain for safekeeping

you grow dizzy from pleasure and all of your senses are in ovErdrive and all you can think of is yoongi yoongi yoongi yooNGi

“yoonGi, i think i- nngh, yoongi-!“ yoongi’s hand slides up your thigh and curves your waist before he’s gripping at your ass to mould you to him

“look at you, you pretty little thing,” yoongi groans when your hips stutter

you’re driving him absolutely wild

“lemme hear you, doll, nice n loud for me-“

yoongi is panting because goddamN you really seem like you want him to come before you

he can bArely keep it together but there’s no way he’s going to come first

he pushes you down on him and lifts his hips up at the same time and you throw your head back with a breathless moan

“i-i- oh, t-that feels really- hAh-“ yoongi sucks a hickey into your skin and continues forcing you down on him

“you have no idea how badly i wanna be inside of you-“ he growls lowly and that does the trick

your toes curl as you’re finaLLY pushed over the edge and you swear you see black dots in your vision, whimpering through your release

the sound of you gasping his name out and the sight of you trembling above him is what eventually gets to yoongi and he curses to himself as he reaches his high and gasps your own name in return

you feel a warm gush from underneath you and your eyes widen at the wet spot on yoongi’s crotch area

he gives you a few final thrusts before he slides his hands down from your waist so that they rest on the tops of your thighs

you’re still breathing heavily as you lean down to press your forehead against his

“hi.” yoongi grins and gives u a little kiss and you immediately shy away from him and he feels his heart practically exploDe in his chest

“hi.” you murmur as you keep your gaze on the silver chain around his neck

you reach down to fiddle with it because you don’t know whaT to do now

yoongi reaches up and hooks a finger underneath your chin so that he can finally catch your gaze “you okay?”

you nod shyly and feel your cheeks flush again

“what’s gotten into you, hm?” yoongi teases and leans in to give you another quick kiss “ya can’t get all shy on me now when you were humping me like a rabbit in heat literally thirty seconds ago”

“yOoNgI”

“no but really!! what’s up?”

“i just like u a lot” you admit and your nose scrunches

yoongi grins and feels his heart skip a beat

he reaches up and pinches your nose and you immediately scowl and flick his hand away

“i like you too, doll.”

out of all the mechanic shops in the city

you are vEry happy that beeper decided to run out of gas a minute away from min mechanics

:-)

here’s the deal

you asked yoongi to teach you how to change a tire and he was understandably vEry confused because on a list of things that you would never want to do he thinks it’s pretty safe to assume that ‘change a tire’ is on that list

he told you that if you ever got a flat tire all you’d need to do is call him and he’d come to save the day

but you defended your decision saying that you thought it was good for you aND it was an important life skill

because it is!!!! kinda??

for someone who was very adamant on learning how to change a tire you don’t seem to be paying much attention to the actual changing of the tire

“remember? righty tighty, lefty loosie.” yoongi places his hands over yours and helps you turn the wrench

he has a hand placed on your waist as he hovers over you from behind and your mouth tugs up in a subtle smirk when you feel him push himself against your bum (it wasn’t on purpose though because he’s just trying to get that lug nut loose since it’s screwed in real tight)

“righty loosie lefty tighty i got it”

.,.,,.,.,he’s sure you’ll figure it out eventually

“i’ll be back in twenty minutes to check up on you!”

“wait but don’t you wanna stay here to watch-“

“twenty minutes!” you scowl as you watch yoongi head back to the office

what the heCK

your plan has been foiled

you didn’t actually want to have to change aLL the tires!!!!!!!

you nearly fall flat on your ass when you give give the next lug nut a firm yaNk

aLas nothing happens

you don’t know how you’re supposed to change four tires when you can barely handle four lug nuts

maybe if you put some grease around them they’ll be easier to unscrew

wow

you’re a genius

“did you manage to change all the-“

now yoongi knows why you like it when he has smudges of grease all over his hands and his face

you’re gloWing from the exertion of changing tires and your (his) shirt is riding up a bit because you tied it up into a little knot

and he didn’t notice this earlier but your butt looks reALLy good in those jeans

“i did it! i changed every single tire on my own!!!” you wipe your hands on the rag before giving one of the tires a firm kick “look at these bAd boys! c’mon c’mon give me another set of tires to change that was so FUN” you bounce up and down on excitedly

you reach up to wipe your cheek with the back of your hand

“you should take a break and join me in my office!” yoongi takes your hand and starts dragging you towards the office

ya he’s 110% going to go down on you in his office

“or-“ you pull back a little and make him stop walking “oR you can give me another set of tires to change and you can go back to your office?”

yoongi freezes

.,,.what?

“you… you want to change more tires?”

“mhm!!”

“but i just- you don’t wanna go into my office?”

“why would i want to go to your office? there are no tires for me to change there.”

“.,,.go talk to hoseok to see if he has any cars for you to-“

“okAY BYE”

o god

he’s created a monster

finals season

a wonderful time where students are forced to coop themselves up and build fortresses out of their notes and textbooks

you’re not sure how you survived through your finals considering you had like fiVe of them

but the point is

you are DONE

you’re finally done!!!!! you’re FREE

a downside to finals (adding to the other many maNy downsides of finals) is that you forced yourself to stay away from yoongi (and u made him promise not to come see you even tho he really reaLLy wanted to come see you) because you didn’t want to be distracted and min yoongi is a big big distraction

which means you haven’t seen yoongi in nearly two weeks

you’ve texted him and you’ve called him but the phone calls are brief and the text messages are short because time is precious when it comes to exams!!!!

it might not seem like it but you are (surprisingly) vEry studious

yoongi called u a nerd when he face-timed you one night and you were wearing your thick reading glasses because your eyes were starting to give up on you from like 6 hours of staring at your laptop

“heLLooOOoooo” yoongi perks up when he hears a very familiar voice

he pokes his head up over the raised hood of the car

theRE you are

yoongi grins from ear to ear when he sees you bouncE excitedly into the shop like a little bunny

once you spot him your eyes liGHT UP

“yoongi!!!!!!!!! i missed u!!!!!”

“yeah, baby? you missed me?” yoongi tosses the rag over his shoulder “how much did you miss me?” he teases and wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you closer

“missed you a whole lot.” you breathe out and your eyes flicker down to the lollipop in his mouth

“how were your finals?”

“they were good…” you’re barely paying attention to what yoongi’s saying because all you can focus on is how slick n red yoongi’s lips are

and then

a lightbulb appears above your head

“that’s great! i’ll take you out for ice cream as soon as i-“

you yank the lollipop out of his mouth and yoongi squawks in surprise

and then you’re wrapping your lips around the bright red sweet in a manner that seems far from innocent “what flavour is this?” you hum around the lollipop

yoongi’s mouth goes dry and he swallows thickly “cherry, i-i think. cherry.”

you pull it out from your lips with a pop and stick it back into yoongi’s mouth “i like strawberry more.” you wiggle out of his grip before patting his cheek “alright, i’ll leave you alone now!”

“oh nO you don’t-“ yoongi’s hand darts out and he grabs onto your wrist before tugging you backwards “what makes you think you can get away with doing something like that so easily???”

“because you like me and ur not going to do anyThing about it” you giggle when his fingers dig into your sides playfully

yoongi pauses and raises a brow at you

“…is that a challenge?”

“you tell me” you shrug innocently

you know

you should really learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes

or maybe not

because you’re in a preTty nice situation right now

“you’ll stay nice n quiet for me, won’t you, doll?” yoongi hums against your neck

your skin burns with his touch as he slides his hand over the tops of your thighs before he’s nudging your knees apart so he can settle in comfortably

“no promises.” you giggle softly when you feel his hands sliding underneath your sundress

yoongi pauses all of a sudden and you’re abOUt to retract your statement but then-

“gimme a sec. i’ll be back.”

you hear him leave the room and close the door behind him and you start swinging your legs back n forth

and then you stop

oh god

you hope he’s not like.,.,,. puniShing you or anything

he’s not mean enough to leave you high and dry like this right

.,,.,.,.right

yoongi shuts the door behind him as he comes back in

he’s hiding something behind his back

“whatcha got there?”

he takes your chin in between his pointer finger and his thumb and then he taps your bottom lip gently with his thumb “open.”

you part your lips slightly

yoongi slides a lollipop into your mouth and you immediately hum contently

peaches and cream!!!!!!!!

needless to say the lollipop actually does a pretty solid job at keeping you quiet

well

kinda

yoongi might have to pull out his spare bandana or something for extrA reinforcements but he’s kind of preoccupied right now

yoongi’s tattooed arm wraps around your middle and he has a hand gripping your hip as he presses you flush to him

“yoOngi- oh, god, yoongi-“ you gasp

he buries his face in your neck before starting to kiss and suck marks into your skin

“so fucking tight-“ yoongi grunts and you nEarly crunch down on the lollipop when he hits that golden spot

“mmpH-“ you suck exTra hard around the lollipop when yoongi picks up the pace

you can barely keep yourself up

you’re tempted to just floP down on the desk and let him have you like that

each snap of his hips against your lower back is more powerful than the next

ur literally going to break a tooth this lollipop thing was not a good idea

you yank it out of your mouth and it drops to the desk with a clatter

also it was making you drool big time and you don’t know if that’s a particularly sexy look or not

honestly you’re pretty sure yoongi doesn’t care whether you’re loud or not because yOU could care less about your volume

“f-fuck, yoongi,” your eyes roll to the back of your head when yoongi’s hand slithers in between your legs “oh, my god-“ your knuckles turn white as you grip the sides of his desk

“too loud, baby,” yoongi smirks as he nips at your shoulders gently

“s-sorry, ‘m sorry- nngh-“ you can feel his stomach muscles clenching against your back and that only spurs you on

“you gonna cum for me, hm?” you can hear the strain in his voice and you can’t help but feel a liTTle cocky now that you know you have just as much of an effect as he has on you

“c’mon, be a good girl n cum for me…” he rasps against the shell of your ear and that’s all it takes for you to completely loSe it

you immediately slump against the desk as your arms give out

you’re a whimpering mess as yoongi continues fucking you through your orgasm

his hand falls from in between your legs to grip your hip again and he presses soothing kisses along your back

“i wouldn’t suggest going in there if i were you.” namjoon warns as jimin approaches the door to the general office

“why not? and why.,.,. are you sitting out here instead of at the counter.,,.,.”

“why do you think?”

“yoOngi- oh, god, yoongi-“

jimin gawks and yanks his hand away from the door handle as if it shOcked him “do- do they know we’re all still here???”

“yep.” namjoon hums nonchalantly and flips to the next page of his book “just give ‘em some time.”

“how muCH time??”

“i think half an hour will suffice.”

“by the sounds of it it seems like they’re going to want more than half an hour.” jimin mutters

okay

you’re pretty sure jungkook was a serial killer in his past life

“sTOP IT yOU PSYCHOPATH” you shriek and make your fouRth round sprinting around the garage

jungkook cackles with glee behind you as he continues pointing the electric drill at you and pushing down on the trigger

you haven’t looked behind you but you can heAR the vRRRt vRt vRRRRTttTTT and you are scared out of your MIND

you made an offhand comment about how you feel like you should start working out and jungkook graciously offered to help you with some cardio

but you didn’t know what would mean him chasing you around the garage threatening to drill a hole into your head

and at first it was funny but now you genuinely think he wants to screw you (not like thAt)

“ooF-“ you stumble riGht into yoongi’s chest and you would’ve fallen flat on your ass had he not reached out and grabbed onto you

“what the hell are you doing??? that’s so dangerous!” yoongi snaps as jungkook finally catches up to you “if you’re going to waste your time by goofing off i’ll make you stay extra late to clean the washrooms - and that goes the same for you, miss ‘i need to finish my essay’.”

why are you getting scolded??? you don’t even woRK here

maybe they’re all psychopaths and its just taken you a while to notice

“oh pLease like you weren’t goofing off earlier” jungkook grumbles and hands the drill over to yoongi

“what are you talking about?”

“don’t act like you weren’t fucking y/n into next week like two hours ago-“

yoongi gives him a warning look and-

vRT VRT

jungkook screeches

ok ya that was not enjoyable now he can see why you were so terrified

“yOoOooooonGGGGGiiiIiI-“

“y/n, i’m really, really busy right now” yoongi points out as he gestures to all the parts lying around him

“i know, but i need you to come here for a sec!!!!” he can SEE how big your pout is even though you’re halfway across the garage

“can’t you wait for like another 20 minutes-“

“pLeEEeEEeeeEEAAaaAaaASssSssEEEEe-“

yoongi lets out a huff and rolls his eyes playfully because he’s pretty sure you’re not going to cut it out if he doesn’t go over to you right now

hoseok snorts when he sees you pull out the puppy dog eyes

“you go take care of that, i’m sure we’ll survive without you for five minutes”

cLAnK

yoongi and hoseok both whIp their heads around to the source of the sound and jungkook’s standing there with a sheepish smile on his face

he just dropped a fuel filter it’s not a big deal

“alright, i’ll be right back.” yoongi tosses the rag over his shoulder before jogging over to you

“what’s up?”

you flip to the next page of the magazine without looking up at yoongi

“i’d like a lollipop please.”

//……r u kidding

yoongi’s eyes flicker to the office door “…you’re like 10 steps away from the office. i was halfway across the garage.”

you put the magazine down and pout up at him “please? strawberry, preferably.”

yoongi narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms “why am i doing this for you again?”

“because you like me” you respond simply and shrug casually

“ah, i guess you got me there.” he leans down and you grin exciTedly because u always like kissing yoongi

you instinctively lean up and purse your lips

but you’re moRe than surprised when he doesn’t kiss you but hovers over your mouth instead

“you have feet. get one for yourself.” he murmurs lowly

he gives your top lip a gentle little kith before patting your cheek and heading back to the boys

wha-

okay noW you’re definitely getting your dad to sue min mechanics

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isoscele · 4 years

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Told you it’d be sporadic. Have an entirely unedited entry for @lumberjanesweek Day Four- AU Day.

*jazz hands* Roanokes in spaceeeeeee!

Once the airlock is securely shut and the crew has been shuttled off to bed in varying states of complaining exhaustion, Jen whirls on Abigail. “Are you out of your mind?”

Abigail looks like the kind of person whose picture was all over the slideshows in Academy lectures. The horror story--what happens when the siren call of deep space gets strong enough to feel in the backs of your teeth, when you let it take you over. Abigail is waxy from years without any kind of sunlight, whittled out by a lack of light or consistent circadian rhythms. The bags under her eyes have their own gravities.

“No one told me they were kids,” Abigail says. Her first words since the safety lock failed. The replicator poured her a thermos of tasteless coffee, but her hands are shaking too bad to hold it. “Rosie didn’t--I thought--”

“You know Rosie?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Another sign of spacesickness: her gaze, flitting all around the cramped cabin, unable to rest for more than a few seconds. Scanning for exits.

Jen sighs, and digs in the icebox for something to do with her hands. “My crew is . . . unorthodox.” She has to choose her words carefully. “Sometimes I wish things were different. But you endangered every one of my girls, and you endangered me.”

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Abigail says. “I just--it has to die. Jen? It can’t hurt anyone else.”

Jen just wants to go to bed. “The protocol for unrecorded extraterrestrial beings requires a committee of seasoned graduates to attempt communication. What you did today could get you locked up for the rest of your life.”

“It hurts people,” Abigail says. “We don’t have time for that bureaucratic bullsh--bull poop, sorry.”

“I’m seventeen,” Jen says, biting down on the familiar exhausted urge to break into laughter. “You can curse around me.”

“The teenage captain of the child crew,” Abigail says quietly. She tries to take a sip of the coffee, winces at the heat. “Jen, is this an adventure story or a tragedy?”

Jen rolls the word tragedy around the edges of her tongue. Abigail, shaky-handed, in Jen’s cockpit, looking for all the world like someone who’s already been chewed up by too many black holes to name. Jen wasn’t supposed to graduate from the Academy for another three years. Most people don’t ask, when they talk to her. “I guess it depends who you ask.”

“Let me guess,” Abigail says. “You tell me if I’m getting it right. Okay?” Without waiting for Jen’s response, she plunges into what is clearly a well-worn narrative. “You’re top of your class at the Academy, but they’ve been pushing back your actual missions for months for reasons you can’t get anyone to tell you. Someone--maybe a friend of a friend, a mentor, even Rosie herself--suggests that you’d be the perfect candidate for the Qiunzella Program, and you sign up because you need the flight hours and it’s not like you’ve got anything else going on. You’re given a skeleton crew of enthusiastic kids whose parents wanted them to have the experience of living on a real certified ship, even if it is the worst bucket of bolts they could find in the hangar. You follow all the programming, meet up three times a day for activities with other ships, keep a constant line of communication with Rosie, and stay well within your boundaries.”

Abigail leans back in her chair, managing to look composed even as it clearly tips her back farther than she expected. “This is the part where I lost the narrative,” she says. “I figure that either something catastrophic happened to pull you off-course, or Rosie didn’t read you the brochure all the way.”

“We’re within boundaries,” Jen says, trying not to chew on the inside of her lip. She knows her tells so much better now, after eight weeks of BS games with Ripley. “Haven’t left the campground.”

“I don’t think it’s your fault,” Abigail says, in a way that makes it very clear whose fault she thinks it is.

“I would know if we left the campground,” Jen says, but she can hear the desperation in her own voice. It was fine when her protegés smuggled some Bellerophonian marsupial on board and started feeding it April’s scrunchies and Jen’s spare AAA batteries. It was fine when they got attacked the first time--surely a simulation--and the second time, and the third time when the hole in the hull was so big that they all might have asphyxiated if Jo wasn’t around. It was even fine when they lost communication with Rosie, when the message boards glitched out one by one until even Zodiac, the last holdout, started sending transmissions that were nothing but forty minutes of static.

They even, by some miracle, got to the other side of today. Even Abigail, with her burnt fingers and twenty years of isolation, is sitting in Jen’s ship and drinking from Jen’s Junior Deluxe Space Camp Plus! thermos and looking ridiculously alive for somebody in her position.

But none of this makes sense because Jen knows how to read the fancy compass attached to the console, and she understands star charts better than half the Academy graduates that go on to be bigshot captains, and she would absolutely notice if they left the campground. They haven’t left the campground.

“There’s nothing here,” Jen says. “There should be nothing here. Like--bacteria and stuff maybe, for collection and recording and teaching the kids how to run a gel electrophoresis and enough satellites to run some of the more complex simulations, but this is--it’s like an amusement park. It’s for kids. It’s safe.”

“They said it was safe when I went, too,” Abigail says. “They’ve always said it was safe.”

Jen grips the edge of the table until her knuckles go white. “What are you saying?”

Abigail takes a long draught of coffee. When she sets the cup down, she looks like a shell of a person, waxed-out and still trembling, head to toe, almost imperceptibly. There’s something in her eyes that reminds Jen of the way she looked, lighting the dynamite, the way her eyes were almost silver in the burn of far-off stars, like little oil spills. She’d been crying, tethered to the hull of her tiny pod by one ankle.

“You’re right about one thing,” Abigail says. “You’re still in the campground. Everything else . . .?” She spreads out her hands, a sort of forced casualness. “I think you already know.”

Molly’s just going back to her cabin, listening for the slow shh of the automatic doors, when she sees a glint of blue in the shadows behind the kitchen. She stops.

“Rip,” she says softly. “Are you okay?”

Ripley nods. The movement is so jerky that she almost looks like an old stop-motion movie in the buzz of the ever-faulty halogen lights.

Molly slips out of the hallway. She’s accustomed to moving silently. She wears socks everywhere on the ship, takes each step with a precision that she’s never seen from any of her friends. You can go a galaxy away from home, but something always follows you. She slides an arm around Ripley’s shoulder in a one-armed hug.

“Jen’s talking to Abigail,” Ripley says. Her face, creased with concern, still stained by a black smudge of charcoal. Her teeth are the color of copper nitrate, from the Popsicle she snuck from the cooler when they got back. “I’m making sure Abigail doesn’t explode Jen and try to take over the ship like in Star Jump.”

“Eavesdropping, huh?” Molly draws closer to the door. She can hear Abigail’s voice, the low scratch of it. She can’t hear Jen at all, but there are two silhouettes in the fingernail of light on the tile.

“Bodyguarding,” Ripley corrects firmly.

“Right.” Molly rubs the inside of her wrists. She can still feel the ghost of the Thing’s claws, cold to the touch and exuding exactly the right amount of pressure to hold her without breaking the skin. Mal disappeared into her cabin two hours ago to write a letter to her mom. Molly can’t imagine finding the words to describe what happened today, can’t imagine letting it cross the threshold of the ship. The fear, and the pain, and the anger burning like nothing else does, in space.

“I made hot milk,” Ripley says, “and I was going to look for the chocolate powder but I got distracted.”

“I think it’s behind the popcorn,” Molly says. “I’ll get it, okay?”

They curl up together, as if conserving heat, in the shadow of the tall block of cabinets. The microwave beeps, quiet as if not to disturb the moment. Molly stirs the cocoa with her finger, and listens for the recurring loop of Abigail’s voice.

It has the cadence of a story. One they might never hear.

April and Jo lie side by side on Jo’s bed. April traces the careful lettering of her journal, red cover and a going-away present and really, really nice. The pens bleed through every page, each entry scattered with omens of the next one.

Jo’s half-asleep and trying to keep her ankle elevated. April’s head is on her stomach. They can feel each other’s heartbeats, much too fast and nearly aligned. The old books Jo’s dads tucked into the bottom of her suitcase are half-covered by the sheets, each opened to a different tea-stained page.

April runs one finger down the margins of the bestiary, and the other across the line of Jo’s scalp. With Jo’s arm wrapped around her, she can almost pretend the bruises on her sternum are merit badges. She flips the page, and stops breathing.

“Grootslang,” she whispers, just to feel the word in her mouth. A rubbery, oiled-down taste. Jo shifts, and opens her eyes, brow tight with inherited fear.

Mal wraps her wrists around her ankles. Touches the tips of her knees with her chin. Catalogs every bit of her body, piece by piece, a framed deconstruction.

“God dammit,” she whispers. Outside her wide bay windows, planets glitter like shed scales. “God fucking dammit.”

#lumberjanes #lumberjanes week #my writing

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bythehalfpint · 4 years

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I've been dabbling in fanfiction a little, so here is a weird west gtn au

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Yee’d your last Haw

Desert nights are different from most others, it's a kind of cold that creeps up on you. A reprieve from the unending sun, that turns sharper than broken bone if you aren’t paying attention and this far outta town there's nowhere to hide from it. See at this time of night I’d rather be bosom buddies with the beautiful babes at the Ida Palace, but alas, The Reverend Daughter is always one for the dramatics.

As such, she deemed it necessary to dual the pale priest at midnight, miles away from Caanan and the boy’s “congregation.” The stark white tent resembled more of a shark’s tooth against the star lit sky, under the milky way, “Ha, looks like a big, white, di-”

“Griddle, don’t-”

“Right, you gotta focus. You’re shifting into bone mode.”

And as if on cue the wind stopped, the cold air hanging heavy in the lungs, small white puffs forming with every exhale. Harrow pressed on, unphased, pushing aside the tent flap, I stay in toe with sawed off shotgun at the ready.

“Cultists have no right to call themselves Reverend anything,” the pale priest, 16 at most, sat in an ornate wooden chair at the far end of the tent. All the pews, stacked neatly off to the side, a show of strength that this noodly teen could in no way accomplish on his own. He was finishing the last length of braid on his bleach white hair, same color as the tent, same color as his suit, and boots. “Shame” I grinned, “that would’ve been a lot more intimidating if your balls didn’t decide to drop midway through it.”

“Silas Ocktiseron,” the Reverend Daughter stepped out into the open, the sounds of the bone rosary rattling at her side, “you have something of mine, and I’m taking it back one way or another.” Now if this is the first time you’d ever seen the Reverend Daughter you’d think her just a small, angry, pup, all bark not bite. Black hat sitting pretty on top a head of black curls, edges of her dress and veil starting to fray. Just another old house that went west to die. Right there, that’s where you’d be dead wrong. Harrowhark “eternal pain in my ass” Nonigesimus is more lethal than dynamite in a chapel, more lethal than buck shot to the teeth, more lethal than falling in love. I ain’t nothing to laugh at either, I just happen to be a whole lot of handsome, dark and mysterious gunslinger.

“By Divine Right these are my keys, ghoul. For mine is a pure and righteous power, ask my congregation! I reach into their very soul.” His smug air seemed to be suffocating the room, or was he actually suffocating the room? Yop, definitely the latter. In a blink it was a flurry of bones and shells and wooden shrapnel as Colm Asht, honestly forgot about him for a second, swung wide with the nearest pew. A well placed bone bracelet gave me enough time to redirect my shot from the boy to his puppet, as a half formed skeleton knocked the giant of a man off kilter. Enough time the blast half the pew that would have ruined my money maker.

Scars are great, ladies love scars, collapsed orbital bone? Not so much.

Using the kick from Baby ( the shotgun is named Baby, cause she’s my baby) I managed to get some distance between me and the big man. Pump, second shot should have popped his shoulder clear across the room and dropped the brick house of a man on his back. That would’ve been too easy, wouldn’t it? He stumbled back and as he was about to fall it looked like someone grabbed him by the front of his shirt and put him up right. His eye’s now a white hot flame inside his skull, and like a puppet on a string he raised the remaining pew high in the air. “This is it,” I thought, which is always a mistake, before realizing I wasn’t his intended target. “Shit, HARROW!” I screamed.

Without changing his gaze he threw the pew with a sniper’s precision towards my lady in black, and time seemed to stand still for just a moment. No panic in her face, at least none to be seen underneath the veil, just a small, wicked, smile. Time returned to normal as a wall of skeletal remains burst from the ground, interlocked like they were climbing over each other to freedom. They held fast, grasping onto the broken pew. This time I know the air left the room from the sheer badassery, but Harrow’s ego was already bigger than our wanted bounty and she will never know I stood in awe at her grace and poise. Especially when she says cool shit like,

“ Silas, you should really do your research before you set up shop” and the bones part like silk drapes as she almost glides out of the protective barrier. “Burial grounds aren’t a good look for you.”

I am the cool one in this outfit, I got the sunglasses and big fucking gun to prove it! So I might as well prove it.

As Colm began his barrage of pews, I slipped behind the rubble and reloaded with the special shells. Blessed in the same way Harrow was blessed, a gift for the undead and bringing pain. Two shots is probably all I have, two shots is hopefully all I need. Peering around the pile of collapsed bones and broken wood (sounds like a night at Ida, honestly) I had front row seats to a necromantic battle on a level I had never seen before. Silas had finally raised from his seat, and he looked pissed. Waving his boney hands in the air, fingers twitching as he puppeted the now meat suit that was Colm Asht currently engaged with the onslaught of skeletal remains being thrown at him.

And Harrow danced.

It always looked like dancing to me now, the way she would glide and spin and step as she raised the dead and propelled them forward. When we were kids, I never saw it like this, too busy trying not to die as I was her main target practice. But now, it's hypnotic, like she’s listening to a melody no one else can hear. As precise as every insult she ever threw at me, as every bone she ever conjured, as every side glance at me she thought I missed. But it wasn’t enough, you can only dance so long without a partner. So I took her dance card.

The shot rang out as I fired into the big man’s torso mid swing at Harrow, he stumbled and was pulled up by the scruff of his shit by the unseen force of Silas. Who was now even more furious as the spray of blood marred the front of his pristine shirt. “That ain’t gonna come out, boy, hope you got a spare,” I say mid pump. One more shot, no time to reload. “Hey Harrow, don’t suppose you got anything fancier than the rattles and skulls here cause I got one --”Trust me, Griddle, please?” Without thinking, because its best not to over think it when she says please, I replied “ Sure thing, sugar lips.” I didn’t hear any snide remarks or cutting words, the world just rang high pitched as golden spots started to appear on Colm Asht’s body, and then music. A melody so sad, and so soft, and so comforting I almost dropped Baby “ Don’t let it take you, Griddle, just keep moving.” I tighten my grip and I dance, dodging the blows waiting for instructions. “ When I tell you to, shoot the brightest point, I can get the rest, till then just move” and sure enough she did. Her newly employed minions wrestled and pierced and pinned the man once Colm Asht nearly to the ground. I watched as each golden light diminished till one remained brighter than the rest “ Do it.”

Bang, and the music stopped.

Both the pale priest and the puppet collapsed to the floor, the air seemed lighter and more readily available than when we had entered. Silas lay crumpled in the dirt, covered in blood, breathing heavily like he had been donkey kicked in the chest. He clutched his vest pocket as Harrow approached “ the Keys to Saint Peter’s belong to me, witch. I am” he wheezed, voice cracking as he attempted to breathe “ the chosen and the righteous. The angel chose me, the angel-” Harrow unceremoniously rolled him over with her foot, and took a ring of keys from his pocket. “Ocktiseron,” she let his name linger in the new air for a moment “our gifts are the same, our angel is the same, our vows are the same.” Another pause, her and her dramatics, “ and I hope you choke on that knowledge.”

Outside the night air was as sharp as the angles on the face that awaited us, “ Reverend Daughter,” Palamedes took off his hat and placed it over his chest “ Might I suggest y'all lay low for a while? Ya took out the town’s darling, might be best to let the boy throw his tantrum and cool down before you finish your business here.” The torch light being held beside him by his partner lit up his cool, grey, eyes. “And where would you have us go, Warden? Nearest town on foot is Caanan, we did a favor for the Ida’s they should happily put us up.” Gideon can have some titties, as a treat? “ If I can be so blunt,” Camilla started “ you have no money, they’ll turn you over to the highest bidder and then turn them in for the bounty reward.” I hate this family. Newly disheartened I asked “Then what would you have us do? Die in the desert? Be eaten by vultures? The only thing I wanna be eaten by is a beautifu-” “Cam and I are heading back to The Library, its north of here in the mountain range, no strings attached” Pal raised his hand, two long fingers to the sky “I swear on the Key’s.” I looked at Harrow, waiting for the cue to either pump him full of lead or take the offer. “Where’s the coach?”

So in the back of a wagon heading north to an unknown location with a newly formed alliance we headed to The Library, tired, bloodied and worn. I slipped on my sunglasses, remember I'm the cool one, and made myself comfy. There was a shift, then silence, then pressure as I felt Harrow cozy up beside me. Just enough to feel comfort, not enough to commit or admit what she felt. I get it. So I pretend to sleep till she curls up around me, and when I know she’s out I drape my coat over her with my free arm and I hum a new song till I too drift into unconsciousness.

#gideon the ninth #weird west au #fanfic #alex writes

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missblissy · 5 years

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Spring May Flowers Arthur X Amnesia!Reader (Part One)

(( Hey friends, here is part one of my multi-part story!! More will be posted in the future!! Please let me know what you guys think! Thanks so much! Enjoy the story C: ))

At first, there was nothing. Then a loud clash of chaos consumed everything. Darkness was replaced by a blinding light while the silence echoed so loud it rang violently across you in waves, a ringing in your ears and an ache that extended out and out and all the way across every part of you. It got stronger, throbbing larger and larger until the pain was unbearable. It’s source came from your head, on the right side. Suddenly a hot blast of wind crashed over you and just as quickly you felt freezing cold in the heat. Your senses started to come back to you.

You could feel your limbs but they were too heavy to move. You could barely feel yourself breathing, but the little tickle in your nose assured you that you were. What happened? Nothing came to mind. There was still a loud ringing that bashed into your ears. You couldn’t see anything, you couldn’t even open your eyes. But as every second past, more and more came to your senses. Smells you’d never smelled before, softness rubbing against your legs and arms, but not your back or your stomach. Where were you?

Slowly you could feel your chest rise and fall, a feeling that was odd to you, almost foreign. Yet with every breath, you got stronger. You pulled in a little more, searching for the smell of something that made your stomach ache and rumble. What was that smell? It smelled good enough to make your hand twitch.

Suddenly something attached your hand, grasping it quickly and tight. It shocked and scared you but you were helpless to it. You didn’t know what to do and even though you wanted to move, you just couldn’t. Whatever was at your hand gripped tighter and tighter until it finally loosened so much you could barely tell it was still holding on. Then you felt something you had felt before. Something small and wet pattered onto the top of your hand. It trickled down onto your thumb then fell further down your wrist. Another drop fell, then another. Then all of a sudden you could feel so much more.

You could feel your toes slightly twitch in socks, and soggy bandages patched all over stinging spots along your body. You felt a surge of power expel from your heart that sent waves of lightning into your limbs. Then you had all the strength to suck in a sharp breath through your mouth. The warm air burned your throat and lungs on the way down. Light started to fade into your sight, but you realized your eyes were closed. You still couldn’t open them though. It felt like they were glued shut.

Then as if by magic, you could hear everything but the ringing. You could hear the wind blowing over you in fast but short flutters. You could hear the sound of fabric, maybe a tent, flapping quietly while among it all was a voice of someone crying. You didn’t recognize it, but that would explain the feeling from your hands, and what must have been tears.

You listened to the voice as it wheezed then sighed then finally let out a low and deep groan. Was it a man? His rough hands clasped your own frail and limp one. Then he said something, a word you’d never heard before, “(Y/n)...” He paused, then you felt him lift your hand up and meet something rough, prickly, then smooth. He pressed a kiss onto your hand and his lips stayed there, moving as he spoke, “I’m sorry. I just want you to wake up. You keep sleeping in this coma you’re gonna die soon from starvation or dehydration or something worse. We aren’t exactly a hospital and none of us are doctors. It’s been almost been two weeks, please... Come on, I can see you trying. Come on... please. ”

Was he talking to you? Where you... (Y/n)? The word sent chills down your spine... or rather that name. Hearing it gave you the strength to finally open your eyes, and with that single notion, you regained the ability to move. You were in a tent, just like you thought, laying on a bed of some kind, covered in clothes and sheets and covered with bandages and open cuts. You wanted to pull your hand from this man’s grasp, but instead, you kept your hand there and shifted enough that alerted him.

You looked at him, and he stared back at you with teary open eyes getting wider by the second. A smile curled onto his face and you could see his teeth. His dirty blonde hair was long but only stopped below his ear. His unkempt beard was short and close to his face and still managed to grow in every direction. You met his eyes, blue and puffy and red and dark all at the same time. But now he seemed so happy. You were awake, isn’t that what he wanted?

Who was this man? Why was he here? Why were you here and... who were you? Suddenly you realized you had no memories you could bring up. None about who you were, who this man was, or how you got here. You looked away from him then tried sitting up. It hurt, but you did it anyway while trying to think of what to say. You didn’t want to sound rude, but this man was so eager to see you, you just smile at him, “I... I’m sorry... I... I don’t know who you are or... how I got here,” You watched his face freeze, “I’m sorry mister... but who I am?”

He stared at you. Blank, unmoving. Then he lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger. He laughed, it caught you by surprise, “Oh, that hit to the head really did a number to you, didn’t it?” He didn’t sound so happy. In fact, he wasn’t laughing anymore and he was rubbing his eyes quickly. He must have swiped away some tears because you could see more welling in his eyes when he looked back up at you, “You don’t know anything do you?” You shook your head, “Any of this?” He waved around the tent and you looked around.

It was quite large, you could probably stand up in it. There was a dirt floor but it was decorated with dusty old rugs. There was a desk across the tent surrounded by boxes and chest. The desktop had framed photos and flowers sealed in a jar. Papers and boxes were scattered across it too. You found a bunch of little decorative strings hanging from the tent poles, crawling around within the tent-like streamers. There was a bedside table next to you, it had more flowers and photos. There were a few chairs scattered around, one had a pair of dirty clothes with dried blood hanging on it with a pair of torn-up boots in the seat. It looked like someone lived here, was it him or you?

“Look at this,” The man said and you watched him grab one of the photos on the bedside table. He handed it to you. It was old and torn and trapped behind a thin sheet of glass within a wooden frame. There were four people. Two men were sitting in chairs, one had darker hair, fine clothes and a lot of rings, while the other man had lighter hair and dressed more casually. His face was pointy, kind of like a rat. Then there were two other people, a little girl dressed in a shirt too big tucked into pants that were tucked into boots. Her hair was in pigtails and she had a toothy smile. And then there was teenage boy, stern-looking and rather handsome until you realize it was a younger version of the man sitting next to you. You looked up at him as he turned the photo over in your hand. On the back, it had some numbers, maybe a year? Then there were some more words... or rather names.

Dutch Van Der Linde, Hosea Mathews, Arthur Morgan, (Y/n) (L/n).

“You’re... Arthur?” You asked and watched him nod his head.

“And you’re (Y/n),” He said. He pointed to the little girl, apparently you, “You don’t remember the day we got this picture taken?” He was looking at you with raised brows but a gaze so stern and begging you to answer. But when you shook your head, you watched his face drop even more, “What about this?” He kept trying and got up and ran over to the desk. He grabbed another photo and handed it to you.

Again, you saw this man. Arthur Morgan. He was standing in a formal suit, he looked older than the last photo but still younger than he was now. And there you were, or what you guessed was you. Is this what you looked like? You saw a woman in a dress. A wedding dress, while standing shoulder to shoulder with Arthur, holding each other hands with the faintest smiles. This was you? You flipped it over slowly and found another year, much later than the last photo and then it said, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan.

You looked back at Arthur and saw the ring on his finger and it took you up until now to finally feel the ring on your own finger. He was your husband? Him?

This was too much. You felt panic bubble around in your chest. For some reason, you didn’t believe it. Or maybe you didn’t want too. You quickly shook your head and started handing the photos back to him, “I.. I’m sorry.. I don’t remember. I really don’t,” You tired. But there was nothing. Nothing but darkness, “What... what happened? If that’s me then why don’t I remember anything?” You weren’t even sure that was you, you didn’t even know what you looked like. For all you knew this guy was a freak or a monster of some kind and he planted all these things just to convince you he wasn’t a psychopath.

He looked you over, his eyes scanning your face before he looked away and sighed, “It was my fault,” He started while sitting down next to you again. This time he was sure to keep his hands to himself, he even scooted his seat away from you a little. He was practically talking to a stranger now, “We... us...” He paused and took several seconds to make a sour face and scrunch his nose, “It happened a few weeks ago. You were a...” He paused again as if he didn’t want to say what he was about to say, “You were a gunslinger. So am I. We’re in a gang. We’re outlaws. Criminals... of sorts. It was a train robbery. We went with a few other friends of ours in the gang. I... helped Bill hook up the wires for the dynamite... They didn’t go off so we were forced to jump the train from above and onto the roof as it went through an underpass. We were in the mountains at the time. When we all jumped for the train, Javier missed and rolled off first. He was fine but you took a real fall,” He sighed heavily with a pained look on his face, “I saw it happen. I saw you roll right off the roof and onto the other side of the tracks. Except you landed head first and kept rolling down into the shrubs. I was on the train, I couldn’t get off- I... I saw Javier get up. Since he was fine I just thought you were too-”

“Arthur!” He was caught off. Another voice, raspy and high pitched, came from outside the tent. Then a head poked in. It was the man from the photo, the one with all the rings, “Oh Jesus! She’s awake!” He seemed happy too but you knew it wouldn’t last for long.

You looked between the two and watch Arthur get up and shake his head, “No,” he said softly, “It’s...” He looked back at you with a worried and pained look on his face. He ushered the other man out, “Dutch... it’s.. it’s bad,” He tried to whisper then walked outside with that guy Dutch. They must have walked some distance away because you couldn’t hear them talking.

Alone, you took this time to gather your thoughts. So.. you were a gunslinger? Married to an outlaw, in a gang full of criminals. Some life you had, huh? You looked around the tent again. You lived here? Hm. You swung your legs over the bed and suddenly felt dizzy. So much for looking around. You sat there, leaning over your knees with your head in your hand. You felt the coolness of the ring on your finger and oddly it settled you down and got the dizziness to go away. Your mouth was dry and you remembered how you were only on the brink of death moments ago. You saw a glass of water on the table and quickly drank down the whole thing. After a second or two you tried standing up again.

This time you got to your feet and wandered about. It felt wrong to dig around all this stuff, even if it was apparently yours. But what you were most interested in was the set of dirty clothes hanging from the chair by the desk. You walked towards them and picked up a shirt. It was torn apart so much that it couldn’t be worn. It wasn’t much of a rag either. It was soaked in dry brown blood and dirt. You look at your arm, noticing the nightgown you were in. Suddenly you felt a shiver down your spine knowing someone undressed and redressed you all while you were in a minor coma.

You brought the shirt up to your nose, smelling it and taking in the dirt, sweat and blood trapped within its fibers. Maybe it could bring up some memories? You held it under your nose, closed your eyes, and searched every corner of your mind. Nothing. You put it down in vain and moved on.

You moved to the desk and looked over its contents. There was a photo of a dog there with several opened letters and a journal. Was it yours? Or was it Arthur’s? There was only one way to find out.

As you reached for it the opening flap to the tent flung open and Arthur walked himself inside. He looked up and found you standing there like an awkward lost child. You looked at him with a blank stare then quickly stood up straight but kept your gaze towards the ground. Why were you embarrassed? You felt your cheeks burn hot.

“At least you can walk,” Arthur joked, but you didn’t laugh. He cleared his throat and then took on a more stern tone. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, taking on his own awkward stance. He didn’t seem sure how to act. You weren’t yourself, you weren’t anyone. He wanted to look at you like the wife you were less than twenty minutes ago. You woke up, thank god, but you woke up as someone else. This was hard on him, “I talked to everyone. Not that you remember them, but there’s a whole town’s worth of people outside this tent that were worried about you,” You had barely even thought about the world outside. It frightened you a little bit, everything did.

There was an awkward silence now. Everything was awkward, why did it have to be this way? Yet after another second, Arthur shrugged finally and started to head for the exit. He gave you a side glance, “Do you need anything, by the way?”

As if the universe had heard as well, your stomach grumbled out in hunger and pain, answering Arthur’s question without you even saying anything. Heat rose to your cheeks, a little more than embarrassed now. You shuffled in your spot then looked up and found Arthur smiling at you slightly. In that second, time froze, and all you could see was Arthur. He was tall and well built, much taller than you and he was standing in front of a glowing wall of sunlight that leaked in from the world outside. He seemed heavenly, warm and inviting. Something in you twitched and shocked you inside but you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Why don’t you get dressed? We missed lunch, Pearson just cleaned the pot,” Whatever that meant, but you kept listening. You watched his lips as he talked, “I can take you town, if you like?”

Town? Where was that? How would you get there? Like a coin spinning on a table, you couldn’t make up your mind. On one side of the coin was this tent, seemingly the only world you’ve known so far. Were you ready to venture out? You felt a little tickle of fear bubble in your throat. The other side of the coin, however, was to leave this tent and see what the world had to offer. You’ve given up on getting your memories back, so you might as well make some new ones. Perhaps it was time to get out of this tent. For some reason, you couldn’t stop the little smile on your face, “Yeah I’d like that.”

“Alright then,” He gave a bigger grin, “I’ll get the horses ready, you get dressed,”

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Finding something to put on was a lot harder than expected. See, Arthur didn’t tell you where any of “your” clothes were. So you dug around in a chest or two until you found something that fit.

You left the tent more nervous than you thought you’d be. You walked into an open camp in the woods, on some kind of cliff. Lush green wildlife was around every corner. And Arthur was right, there was a town’s worth of people here. Women, men, old, young, even a little boy running around playing. But no one approached you, no one called you over. Many stared, some waved, but all kept their distance. That was probably because Arthur told everyone you had lost your memories. Or maybe it was what you decided to wear.

When you found Arthur halfway across camp, you kept your head low and arms crossed over your chest as you hurried your way over towards him. Even Arthur stared, it was kind of annoying. Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen this outfit? Arthur was in the middle of unhitching a horse, he threw the reins up and over it’s head and looked at you, nearly stunned.

He laughed cooly, nice save, “You really did lose all your god damn memories,” He chuckled, then shook his head as he pulled a hat from within the satchel on his saddle.

You were blinded by that hat, something about it felt odd, and you watched Arthur put it on. There was a stink in the back of your head, then a foggy glimmer burned behind your eyes. You looked at Arthur and thought, he is kind of handsome... You felt your heart flicker with a feeling that made your stomach turn and your throat tighten up. You tore your gaze away from him and look behind you. You stare at the camp, looking over every place and person as you said, “What’s give it away?”

Arthur laughed again, chuckling while he spoke, “You’d never wear something like that before,” You know, for a guy who’s wife had just lost all her memories, including all the ones about her so-called husband, he was smiling and laughing a lot. Maybe he was just glad you were alive and awake, or maybe this was actually funny to him.

You looked down at what you wore, it was just a white button-down shirt that was tucked into a high waisted soft blue skirt. Apparently Old You didn’t wear stuff like this, then why did you find it with a bunch of other women’s clothes in a chest with your name on it? “What’s wrong with this?” You were going to wear some pants, really, but your legs were really beat up and covered in puffy pads and bandages that made it hard to wear any of the jeans you had. There was only one skirt to choose from, and a couple dresses.

He shook his head and climbed into the saddle like a natural. He let out a little groan on the way up but settled himself in, “Nothing, pretend I didn’t say anything,” Arthur held his hand open for you, “You look wonderful,” Oh yeah, he was your husband, wasn’t he? You felt your cheeks burn and you looked at the ground, “Wanna ride front or back?” His question caught you by surprise.

Arthur’s hand was still held out, but you stared at him not entirely sure what he meant or what to say, so you asked, “What would Old (Y/n) choose?” Was he a going to lie to you? Tell the truth? Who knew, you were still suspicious of him.

There was a pause in his actions, he looked to his left and towards several horses freely grazing in the grass, “Old you would have raced me to town,” Oh... hearing that made your heart drop a little. Arthur wouldn’t look at you and you could see the pain clear as day on his face. Why couldn’t you do that now? The thought of racing Arthur to town sounded kind of exciting and fun, “But, you don’t look to ready to ride on your own just yet,” Ah, that was why. He may be right, seeing as you don’t even know how to ride a horse anymore.

You felt a frown start to pull at your lips and tug your face down, you kept your gaze to the ground as you grabbed Arthur’s hand and said, “Back,” You climb up behind him and sat there for a second before you realized you needed to hold onto him. Unsure, you wrapped your arms around his torso and held on as Arthur clicked his tongue and guided his horse from camp.

The ride to town was quick, thank god, and it only felt like minutes before Arthur hitched the horse. He said this town was called Valentine, and that we needed to keep a low profile. When you realized that you had walked inside a general store, you felt giddy for no reason. You didn’t have any money, you didn’t even like this store, but you knew what you wanted as soon as you got in there.

As Arthur watched you, he felt the pain in his chest grow even larger. He watched you go right for the candy barrels. Arthur knew everything you were going to buy before you even grabbed it. Before your accident, you’d come to the store in town and buy your favorite sweets to stash back in camp. You had a notorious sweet tooth that everyone was aware of, except for you.

Arthur checked off every one of your favorite candies as you bought them. Carmel, chocolate, butterscotches and lemon drops. You grabbed handfuls of each and stuffed them into a paper bag until it was full. Arthur watched you look around the store some more, he followed behind you at a reasonable distance. You grabbed a pack of cigarettes, some gin, and then lastly a bag full of crispy green apples. God, it hurt watching you go after all the things you loved. Because of this, Arthur knew your memories were trapped inside you somewhere, he had all the proof he needed. You were an avid smoker, almost a pack a day, your favorite hard liquor was gin or vodka. And your favorite fruits were the sour green apples that reminded you of your childhood home. Arthur knew everything about you, but you hadn’t a clue about yourself.

He paid for all your goodies, you were thankful and giddier than he’d ever seen before. As soon as you got outside the store you cracked open a lemon drop and shot it into your mouth. The sour-sweet taste exploded in your mouth and sent chills down your spine. You moved the lemon drop to the back of your mouth and tucked it in your cheek so you could say, “Thank you, Arthur. You didn’t have to get me all this,”

He motioned for both of you to sit on the wooden bench just outside the store, “Well I didn’t exactly pick them all out,” He joke, you even giggled a little. You both sat down, side by side, and you dug out the bottle of gin. You had a craving for it, especially mixed with the lemon drop in your mouth. Arthur watched you crack open the wax seal and toss it aside, then swig the bottle bottom’s up and glug down a mouth full. He was so in love with you at that moment, you seemed like your usual self but he knew you weren’t fully there. When you handed the bottle over him, he smiled slightly and came up with a plan.

The gin was bitter but the sweet and sour sugar of the lemon drop matched perfectly. You dragged the back of your hand across your lips and dug around in the brown paper bag for the cigarettes. As soon as you saw them you had to have them. You didn’t know you were a smoker, but when you inhaled the hot smoke, taking nicotine straight to your brain, you felt a thousand times lighter. You pulled the cigarette from your lips and held it in your fingers, “So if I’m some kind of...” You paused and lowered your voice, “... Gunslinger...” Arthur chuckled as you whispered those words, “Then what do we do all day?”

He handed the gin back to you, “Drink, lay low, make money on the side, wait for orders from Dutch,”

“He’s the one who came into the tent earlier?”

“Yeah, he’s the guy in charge of everything,”

You took another swig of the gin then capped it, “So there isn’t anything we do for fun? No places we like to go or waste time?”

Arthur shook his head, “Nah, not around here. We just got to this new camp spot a week ago. We moved to a new camp while you were out,”

“Hm,” You flicked the stubby end of your dead cigarette into the road. You were still hungry so you dug into the bag and took out an apple. You offered one to Arthur but he passed, “Well we should go find some,” You said, then took a large bite into the apple. It was sweet and juicy and sour, kind of like the lemon drop.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go explore,” You shrugged, “We’ve got nothing better to do, and I need some new memories to make,” You looked at Arthur, met his gaze, and smiled wide. You offered Arthur an apple but he passed.

You listened to him as you bite away at the rest of the sweet fruit, “Sure,” He drawled, “I don’t see why not. There were a few places I wanted to check out around here.”

“Yeah?” You were eager to get out and explore. You wanted to explore and see what this world had to show you. You tossed away the apple core and jumped to your feet. Your sudden actions took Arthur by surprise. You spun around quickly and met his gaze, “Then let’s get going already!”

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Everything was beautiful to you. It was like witnessing the world for the first time again. Watching the ever-changing sky as clouds and the birds flying free caused intense emotions to swell in your chest. You could feel the memories attached to these feelings, but you still hadn’t a clue who you were, and the memories still hadn’t come up yet.

You sat behind Arthur, arms wrapped around his torso and your cheek pressed against his back as you watched the trees fly by. You had no idea where you were heading, not that you cared, but you enjoyed the ride. Neither you or Arthur spoke. The silence was calm, easy, and welcomed. You listened to the sound of the wind roll across the land, rustling the leaves and carrying the sweet smell of spring. Your eyes were locked on a winding river that carved its way through the land. It felt like hours had passed while you watched it’s everchanging form slither this way and that.

Soon you found yourself at the mouth of the river as it flowed under a massive bridge and into a lake the could have been mistaken for an ocean. You lifted your head from Arthur’s back and tapped him on his shoulder, “What is that?” You asked as he slowed the horse down to a slow trot.

“You don’t know what a lake-” You smacked his shoulder and cut him off, Ah! Hey!”

“I know what a lake is!” You pointed a glare towards him, “What’s it called?”

Arthur pulled the reins and turned and lead the horse off the road and towards the grey sandy beaches, “Flat Iron Lake,” He spoke in a stoic voice. You peered up at him from around his shoulder. He had a stern and emotionless mask on his face. He looked deep and lost in his thoughts.

To your surprise, Arthur guided the horse to the furthest edge of the beach that reached out into the lake. He was quick to slide off the saddle and help you down. He held is arms out for you to jump down into. You were going to ask him what was going on but he beat you to it, “I just wanted to take a look around,” He said just as he set you down on the ground.

You left it at that and didn’t bother asking any questions. It seemed like Arthur wasn't really here anyways. He made a beeline for the lapping shore of the lake and quite literally left you in the dust. You saw him get as close to the water as he could without getting his boots wet, then he reached into the satchel hanging by his waist. Arthur pulled a pair of binocular. You took that as a sign that he was busy with something you couldn’t know or understand.

So you decided to walk further down the beach. Little crabs ran away from you and took safety in the little waves. The water looked so inviting, refreshing and cool. God, you just wanted to jump in. You looked behind you, gazing over your shoulder towards Arthur. He was peering across the lake then quickly jotting things down in some journal he had. He was busy, obviously.

You took this as your chance to kick your shoes off and pray your socks free from your feet. Your skirt stopped well above your ankles but you pulled it up and ran into the chilly water. Shivers ran up your spine but you enjoyed it so much. You wanted to wash the cool water completely over your body but you didn’t want to soak your clothes.

The soft sand sunk with every step you took. You searched for smooth and flat rocks amongst the sand only to pick them up and skip the across the water. You even found a few seashells hidden under the sand. You tossed them onto the dry beach so you could take them home.

“Enjoying yourself?” Arthur walked down the beach, done with his task, whatever it was.

You smiled at him, “Yeah! I love the water,” You said without thinking. It just rolled off your tongue. Then it took you a second to realize that you did love water, and swimming, and bathing large warm tubs. It wasn’t a memory, but a sudden realization, “I love water,” You said again as your smile grew wide, “I love water!” You ran out of the lake and towards Arthur, smiling and laughing, “I love swimming! Don’t I?!”

When you reached Arthur you grabbed him by his arms, nearly shaking him. He chuckled slightly and nodded his head, “Yeah you do, you remember anything?” But you shook your head quickly and started tugging him towards you. He complied then suddenly wished he didn’t. You quickly tugged so hard that you were able to throw off his balance and swing him into the lake behind you. He fell onto his hands and knees into the knee-deep water. He was about to scold you when you ran right past him and into the lake. You didn’t care about soaking your clothes anymore. You ran until you were waist-deep then turn around and smiled at Arthur.

As he got up to his feet, dripping wet, you didn’t waste a second before you splashed a wave of water at him, “Hey!” He yelled out, “Quit it!” He didn’t sound too happy but you could see him fight the smile that was trying to crawl onto his face. So you splashed him again, and again, and again until he was covered head to toe, “(Y/n)! I swear to God, I’m gonna get you!”

“Then get me!” You challenged before diving into the deeper parts of the lake, swimming down the shore. Arthur ran as far as he could into the lake until he had to swim. He was faster than you thought he’d be and soon enough he was sending waves of water into your face.

You fought back with your own massive splashes, both of your laughter filling the air. You swore and yell, you dared and challenge. Then you got an idea. You sucked in a deep breath then went below the surface, swimming towards Arthur and fast enough to get behind him. You shot up out of the water then threw all your weight onto him as you pulled him back down with you.

As soon as Arthur came back up he gasped for air and admitted defeat, “You win! You win!” He said, “I give up!”

You laughed out, “Ha!” Then splashed him once more. You waded in the water, neck deep and feet barely touching the sandy bottom, “Yay! You can buy me a drink later,” You said with a smirk on your face.

“Fine,” Arthur grinned back, “But I get to choose the drink,” He started to swim back towards the shore and you followed close behind.

Once your feet could touch the bottom, you walked your way out of the water. You felt a thousand pounds too heavy thanks to your soaked clothes. You and Arthur found a large rock that could fit the two of you. There you both sat while looking out upon the lake.

“That was fun,” You leaned and bumped your shoulder into Arthur’s. You were so glad that you left that tent and went out with him, “We should do that more often.”

“Once is good enough for me,” Arthur said with a chuckle hidden between his words. Then a silence fell between the two of you.

You stared out at the lake then noticed the town all the way on the other side. You pointed at it, “What is that?”

Arthur took a second to respond, he was too busy trying to find a cigarette, Once he found one and sparked it, he looked up then said, “It’s Blackwater.”

As soon as you heard that word you felt your heart sink in your chest. Arthur watched as your face twist and fall. You felt so many emotions but you had no idea where they were coming from. There was rage, disgust, fear and the loudest of them all was betrayal.

What happened there? You stared across the lake, searching your mind for what it was missing. Nothing but unknown emotions came to you. So you looked to Arthur, confused and uncertain. All you asked was, “What happened in Blackwater?”

Arthur took in a deep breath then sighed while exhaling through his nose. The sun was finally making its way down the sky. He stared at the fading clouds as he spoke, “A bunch of bullshit gone wrong,” That didn’t really help you, but he went on, “I wasn’t really there, so I’m not exactly sure what happened,” Arthur choose his words carefully, he felt on edge and he kept his gaze towards the horizon, “But a lot of good people died, we lost almost everything we owned, and we’re living on the run now more than ever,” He paused then leaned back slightly, “Dutch wanted to rob this ferry, he said it was going to be the last big score then we’d all be free,” Arthur said that with such high hopes in his voice and you could see something shine in his eyes, “Everything would have finally made up for something. But I knew it was too good to be true and everything went to shit anyway.”

You searched Arthur’s face, still looking for answers, “What did he do?” But you already knew the answer the second you asked, “He betrayed us,” You said before Arthur could get a word out, “Didn’t he?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say-”

“No,” You tore your gaze from Arthur, brows knitted together. You couldn’t explain it, but you had such a strong gut feeling, “He did. I know he did,” It was so painfully obvious that you were only inches away from your memories. Arthur looked you over, up and down, then shook his head slowly then kept his eyes locked on the ground.

He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what to say or how to get it out. You hadn’t a clue, but you were so close to remembering the pain and loss you felt when you tried to save that innocent girl from Dutch’s rath. Arthur knew you wouldn’t remember, but you were there that day, on the ferry when Dutch slaughtered his way in and out of that ferry only to be fooled and seat up. It was a trap and everyone knew it, except Dutch. After that, you had nearly renounced Dutch, your loyalty to him and the gang, and even Arthur. You could smell the storm growing and you had every intention of leaving the gang in the middle of all the chaos as you fled into the mountains. But Arthur chased you down and brought you back, he begged you to stay, that there was no reason to be so upset and that everything would be fine.

Your words that night still cut deep, tore him apart, and caused Arthur a great deal of grief and confusion. How did you put it? Oh, that’s right. As you rode beside him on your own horse, fleeing out of Blackwater and into the mountains, you spit at him and told him he was more loyal to Dutch than he loved you.

Arthur couldn’t believe it, but he hoped to God you wouldn’t get those memories back. You could remember everything else but that. You were ready to leave him, you didn’t speak to him once while you took refuge in the snowy miner’s town in the Grizzles. When Dutch needed manpower to rob the train, he asked you to come along but you refused until Hosea talked to you. Arthur had no idea what Hosea said to you, but whatever he said worked, and you rode silently to rob a train with the rest of the gang.

Nither of you had spoken for days, then you fell off the train, went into a coma, and Arthur was certain you were going to die. But here you were, alive and well, but without a single clue as to who you were or what your life was. Arthur prayed and prayed you’d wake up and he’d finally talk to you again, he just didn’t know how much it’d coast for those prayers to come true.

When he looked at you again, your features had changed, you looked tired and upset, “You okay?” He asked while lightly nudging you with his elbow.

“Mhm,” You were brought back to earth and pulled from your thoughts. You were trying so hard to search and sort these feelings that kept bubbling inside you, “Yeah,” You said slowly, “Just thinking. It’s getting late, do you think we should head back?”

He could tell something was off, but he didn’t say anything. Arthur just lifted his fingers to his lips and blew out a whistle. In your mind, you got fuzzy bits and pieces floating around your mind, but they were mostly just loud and angry feelings. It was getting to the point where you had started getting frustrated that your memories hadn’t come back yet. You were on Arthur’s horse before you knew it, and the two of you were riding off towards camp in silence.

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It was dark and you were alone. Arthur had finally had enough of being your baby sitter, or so you told yourself. You laid on your side, head against the cool pillow while you stared through the crack between the flaps of the tent’s exit. You could hear the laughter and chatter of everyone outside. A part of you wished you could go out there and mingle with the people outside, but you knew it wasn’t the wisest decision and it scared you more than you’d admit.

Your thoughts buzzed loudly making it hard for you to fall asleep. You were so restless, tossing and turning while trying to calm your mind down. It felt as though something was missing, or maybe there was to much free space. You looked behind you, towards the wall, and saw a perfect human-sized empty spot. It was Arthur’s side of the bed, but he hadn’t slept there in weeks, not since your accident. He’d taken to sleeping in the chair beside the bed, but now he was nowhere in sight. He was only giving you your space and privacy, but it felt like he’d abandoned you.

Unable to sleep, and growing frustrated with just laying in bed, you quickly sat up and turned the low flicker flame of a lantern up to give you more light. The time was now and you took advantage of it. You got to your feet and started to snoop around in everything you could. You started with some of the chests. The first two were just full of clothes, one was yours and the other one was Arthur’s. There was another chest tucked under the bed but it was locked, so you left it alone and move on to the desk. The top was littered with letters, maps, and two leather-bound journals. One black and one brown. You picked up the brown one first and flipped it open to a random page. There were drawings of birds, plants and other animals with little notes by them. You flipped to the next page and found an entry from a couple of weeks ago.

Finally a thaw in this god awful weather. We got off the mountain and rode east into some pretty enough place called The Heartlands. Haven’t been this far east in many a year. Hosea seemed to know the country a little. Ain’t been much of a spring. Now holed up at a place called Horseshoe Overlook, outside of some dumpy little cattletown name of -VALENTINE- Dutch seems a little better. His eyes are sparkling again once more and I can see he’s thinking a little clearer. I think we all feel better in spite of Blackwater and all that mess. (Y/n) still hasn’t woken up from her fall off the train up in the mountains. I’m starting to fear the worst. It’s been five days now. Hosea says she’ll wake up in her own time, that a fall like that could have killed her -or worse- I don’t even want to think about such a thing. I can’t stand the thought of losing her or living in a world where she is ain’t. Dutch says I need to get out more and to stop worrying so damn much. Maybe he needs to start worrying more. It’s starting to get lonely ‘round here without her voice to keep me company, even if we ain’t on much of speaking terms before her fall... I hope that when she wakes that she doesn’t try to leave again.

You wanted to read more but you could hear someone walking outside the tent. You slapped Arthur’s journal closed and skipped over to the bed, mind buzzing at what you had just read. You wanted to leave? What was that all about? You had to push those thoughts from your mind, you knew you wouldn’t get the answer unless you dug deeper into Arthur’s journal. You sat down on it just as low light from outside leaked in.

“Oh,” It was Arthur, who else would it be? “You’re still awake?” You nodded silently, “Well don’t mind me, I’m just grabbing some things.”

You weren’t going to say anything, you had planned on just sitting there while he rummaged around in a chest until you thought of a question, saying it out loud, you asked, “Not to be nosy, but... where are you going to sleep?”

He didn’t look up as he spoke, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re not going to like... sleep under a tree, are you?” Something in your mind told you he did that a lot.

Arthur met your gaze with an armful of spare blankets. He flashed you a crooked smile, “Yeah, actually, how’d you know that?” He got up and started making his way towards the exit.

“Just a guess,” You shrugged. Just as Arthur was about to head out, you stopped him, “Wait-... Arthur. You...” You felt some heat rise to your cheeks and you thanked the gods the lighting in here was low, “You don’t have to sleep out there. This is your bed too,” What on earth were you doing? Huh?

Well.. He was your husband after all. Arthur gave you a look, a raised brow, he faced you and asked, “You sure? Even if you don’t... Know me?”

“I know you enough,” You felt your heart racing a mile a minute. You couldn’t tell if you were doing this to be nice or because you wanted it. You made room so he could climb into the bed. You noticed Arthur hesitate at first as if he scared. Maybe he was because everything was different now, or maybe he was just afraid of getting close to you physically because he knew he had to hold back his love for you. Which had been incredibly hard to do all day already. Now you were inviting him into bed, as close as you two could get in one space.

Arthur kicked off his boots and threw his hat somewhere else in the tent, then he crawled into bed anyways. Instantly you were flustered but hid it well while you killed the lantern letting the darkness take its hold. The bed was just big enough to comfortably fit you both. But it all happened so naturally, like your body knew everything your mind didn’t. It only took a split second, you found yourself in Arthur’s arms, your face against his chest and his head resting above yours. Arthur was so tried that the second you stopped moving he was already passing out, you had no idea he was so exhausted.

This time you found yourself falling asleep with ease. You felt safe, warm and overly happy for some reason. The sound of Arthur’s breathing was like a long lost lullaby. You even enjoyed the soft snores, the smells of dust and liquor that stuck to him, and the way his lazy arms slung across you in an embrace.

You managed to fall sleep with ease. It was so much easier than when you were alone. But as you slept, you dreamed of nothing but blankness.

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