#to the old couple next door who invite you to their bbq

[aquamarineglow]

Thinking about the huge difference between Rook and Bishop's first appearance and their last:

First appearance:

Dark. Mysterious. Vaguely threatening. Facing away from each other.

Final appearance:

Silly buggers.

#they are so silly #look at them #goofy men #they went from the creepy men you cross the road to avoid #to the old couple next door who invite you to their bbq #expectation vs reality #to this day i have no idea why they are on the tv dressed as layton and luke #professor layton #rook #macaw #bishop #robin #azran legacy #targent

[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER - 3 : BBQ

Pairing: (Dark) Andy Barber x Reader.

Warning(s): Non-Con; Dub-con; Slow-burn(Maybe); Possible Defending Jacob spoilers; Possessiveness; Grief; Angst; Obsessive toddler(😛); Not proofread; Any other possible warnings will be added in the future chapters.

Summary: Follow Andy’s journey after the horrible accident that turned his whole world upside down.

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Series Masterlist

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It’s been a couple of days since Andy moved in and his neighbors for the most part have been friendly and empathetic towards him, having known the ruckus that happened in his life while he was still in Newton. He was relieved for the peace that came into his life after all the chaos that happened. His life wasn’t perfect anymore, but he’s trying his best to live normally.

Gardner was like a breath of fresh air  that he didn’t even realize that he needed. But the highlight of it all was his next door neighbor Y/N. The moment he saw her, he knew he was gone for. It was as if he’s the high school Andy Barber again, giddy and all. It was easily noticeable that she had the same reaction towards him. It was like the two of them were teenagers all over again.

And then there’s little Ada. Y/N’s daughter. That little girl was so adorable that he can’t just help it. It was adorable that the little toddler had some sort of obsession with his car, which again, he found it very adorable. From what he’s known so far, Y/N was a single mother and Ada’s father was out of picture, making him wonder just how on earth can a man leave that woman and his child. Had Ada been his own daughter, he would’ve fought tooth and nail to stay with her and her mother - Y/N. But he’s still new there and he tried not to poke his nose into something that’s not his matter to worry.

It was clear as day that there was something going on between him and Y/N, he wasn’t sure what it was, but he’s willing to explore whatever that is. 

Andy decided to try the teaching side this time and take a break from the field work. With his profile and experience, it was cake walk for him to get a job as a teaching faculty - a professor in law school in the nearby university. Since it was still summer, he had time before the classes start. Time for himself to mope around in his house and visit Jacob whom he shifted to the nearby healthcare facility. 

He was back from visiting Jacob and was about to get into his house, but stopped when a familiar voice hollered his name. He turned his head and looked at the source and saw that it was Y/N along with little Ada and one of the other neighbors Mrs. Williams -  a kind old woman. The three females approached him with smiles on the faces of the two women and a big grin on the toddler’s face.

The toddler quickly scurried off towards him, wrapping her arms around his leg, making him chuckle and lift her up in his arms while her mom admonished her. Ada wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck immediately, completely ignoring her mom.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind her. She’s a little angel” said Andy.

Y/N scoffed in response and said “More like a spoiled brat, at the moment.”

Andy smiled while Mrs. Williams smiled softly.

“Now now, Y/N. Leave the child be, she’s just a kid. And doesn’t mind her either” said Mrs. Williams while Andy gently patted the little toddler’s head and back which didn’t escape the gazes of the two women who cooed at him.

“Oh, how can I even forget to tell you about what I’m here for” wondered Mrs. Williams suddenly while gently shaking her head.

“Andy, my husband and I are hosting a BBQ party in our backyard this weekend, like we do every summer. I’m here to invite you to it” said Mrs. Williams.

Andy furrowed his eyebrows and was about to give some lame excuse to not attend it, but Mrs. Williams beat him to it, saying “I’m not hearing any excuses from you. You’re new here and this will be the perfect opportunity for you to meet the others in our community. They’re all friendly for the most part, but can get a bit rowdy when drunk.”

“Besides” she added, looking at Y/N and the back at him smugly “Y/N’s coming too” making both Andy and Y/N blush.

Andy cleared his throat and nodded his head, saying “Okay, I’ll be there Mrs. Williams.”

Mrs. Williams’ smile widened and said “Sweet! See you guys then!” and walked away from there, leaving the two adults alone with the toddler while the two of them blushed like teenagers.

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Within the blink of an eye, the weekend was here. Andy decided to take a big pack of beers. When he decided that it was about time to go to the party, he took the pack in his arms and walked out wearing khaki shorts and a cotton shirt that went along with it.

Just as he went out and locked his door, he saw Y/N coming out of her house and his breath hitched looking at her. She was wearing a maroon cotton sundress with V neck and white floral print and her hair was in a top knot. Andy kept blinking behind his sunglasses as he gazed at her, mesmerized by her. The dress fit her so perfectly, embracing her curves. It was soo beautiful on her. His eyes then landed on Ada who walked out of the door. Like her mother, she was also wearing a sundress which was red in color with floral print on it but also had heart shaped sunglasses which covered her eyes. The toddler seemed to be full of energy while Y/N gently told her daughter to behave. His eyes landed on the dish in her hands as she locked the door of her house.

He met her by the side walk as she reached there.

“Y/N hey!” greeted Andy with a smile.

“Andy! How are you?” asked Y/N.

He saw that she was bringing dessert, a large mixed berry slab pie from the looks of it which looked absolutely delicious! Ada was sporting a juice b ox in her hand which she slurped noisily while holding Andy’s hand. 

“I’m good. What about you?” asked Andy.

“Same old, same old” Y/n waved off.

“Do you want me to hold the dessert for you?” asked Andy and Y/N shook her head.

“Your hands are already full Andy” she said and the two of them chuckled.

They talked about random stuff while they reached the residence of Williams’ and soon entered the backyards and saw that the party was on full swing. The men were cheering and laughing about something while the ladies were talking about anything and everything and the kids were running around, playing among themselves. Ada was quick to join them while Andy hollered after her to be careful. Mr. and Mrs. Williams greeted Andy and Y/n and dragged the two of them towards the men and women respectively after Andy placed the pack of beers in one of the coolers while Y/N placed her dessert on the dessert table. Mr. Williams soon took a liking towards Andy, taking him under his wing and he didn’t feel left out for not even a second. Andy liked the man instantly. John was his first name and Mary was Mrs. Williams’.

Soon, the men were called to start grilling the meat while the women dealt with the sides and other stuff. Andy and Y/N flirted with each other and had occasional playful banters. He watched with soft smile as Y/N applied sunscreen on Ada’s arms, face and neck while the toddler tried to mimic her mom and apply the cream to her mom’s hands, making Y/N chuckle. Then, the toddler skedaddles away when her friends called for her and Y/N joined Andy again and all the adults sat together, talking about stuff while John introduced Andy to everyone and everyone to Andy.

By the time the party ended, most of the adults are drunk or tipsy and the kids have long ago passed out after the whole rush, basically wearing themselves out. Andy accompanied Y/N as she carried a sleeping Ada home. He even took Ada into his arms and carried her for the most part, his heart tugging as the little girl unconsciously burrowed her face in the crook of his neck.

As they reached their homes, Y/N asked Andy if he wanted to come inside. Andy contemplated for a moment, but shook his head.

“Another time” he told her when he saw a somewhat disappointed look on her face.

Y/N nodded and took Ada back into her arms as the toddler whined before burrowing her face in her mother’s neck. Y/N wished him a good night with a gentle smile gracing her lips before she parted way to get into her home as Andy watched her go inside and close the door. Andy too went to his house and laid on his bed with a sigh after getting cleaned up. By the time sleep consumed him, he was mentally cursing himself for not going inside Y/N’s house when she invited him.

#second chance #chapter 3 #andy barber #andy barber x reader #Defending Jacob #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x oc #dark andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber #dark! andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber x oc #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x oc #Jacob #Jacob Barber #Ada #cute

[kumkaniudaku]

Simple Syrup

You asked for Daveed smut and I tried to deliver. At least this one time. Enjoy!

Warning: Sexual Content. 18+. 

Daveed Diggs x Black!OC (Olivia Jenkins)(Yes, the MC/ OC is black. Representation is important.)

"Yo, open up!" Heavy fists beat against the door of Olivia's downtown apartment, making her roll her eyes. "I know you can hear me, girl! It's your favorite pop-up roommate!"

"You've been evicted, Diggs!"  

"I paid you rent, though!"

Turning the stove on low, Olivia shook her head as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. Daveed always found a way to surprise her with his presence. He never texted before showing up at her door but frequently sported a backpack or suitcase full of clothes or Rafael for an extended stay. He and all his baggage were welcome anytime, with or without notice.

Stepping to the door, Olivia bit back a smile before responding. "I didn't receive any payments this month."

"I got it in my bag."

"Bag or bags?"

"Open the door to find out."

Daveed took a step back as the locks began to turn, waiting for Olivia's face to greet him with faux anger the way she did the last time he showed up out of nowhere and stayed for three weeks. Despite stopping by six months ago, it felt like a lifetime since he'd been in her company. Bi-weekly phone conversations weren't enough. He needed to be near Olivia while she watched whatever Housewives franchise had her attention for the month.

When the door opened to reveal the long hallway leading to her living area, Olivia stood with a hand on her hips and a grin on her face.

"Where is my money," she asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Just as she expected, he stood in the hallway with a suitcase that she knew cost a fortune to check at the airport and his worn Jansport full of junk and work.

Daveed laughed and bent to rifle through his backpack for a crumpled white envelope that he handed over with exaggerated purpose. "Here you go, Miss Jenkins. Sorry to be late on rent for, what, 8 months? I hope this is enough."

"Boy, you didn't really need to pay me. You're not on the lease."

"Good," he answered as he pretended to wipe sweat from his brow. "Because those are just Chick Fil A coupons."

Olivia stood with her mouth open as Daveed brushed her to roll his luggage to the first bedroom on the right.

He listened to her insult his "stupid face" and instruct him to hurry up while he scanned the room he had called home more times than he could count. All of Daveed's belongings were in the same place, with almost unnoticeable shifts to show that Olivia had cleaned once or twice. His favorite throw blanket was folded at the edge of the bed with his initials elegantly embroidered in the corner. The air smelled of the vanilla candle she kept on the nightstand next to a framed photo of the crew enjoying a roller coaster at Six Flags. His favorite trinket, Olivia's homecoming crown from undergrad, sat next to a single gold medal from Daveed's days competing in track and field. To him, it symbolized their bond from the beginning. To her, it was probably just a space to hide old items.

"Daveed, get in here! I need you to cut!"

All at once, Daveed's sense of self returned to center him in reality. He quickly kicked off his shoes once he remembered Olivia's rules and started off toward the kitchen to answer the call for his help.

Even with the windows open, he could smell savory and sweet aromas combining for a smell that reminded him of the holidays. However, the calendar placed them square in the middle of an excruciatingly hot summer. He could see the open bottle of BBQ sauce on the center island next to a mixing bowl full of things he couldn't recognize but knew they would taste great. Bushels of greens sat in a pot on the stove, boiling amid smoked meat and seasonings to complement the food cooking in the oven. Daveed felt excitement take hold of his face and forced the apples of his cheeks up toward his eyes. Olivia looked up from her task at the cutting board and smirked.

"I thought you were vegan now."

"My business is my business, Liv. We talked about this last week."

"We also talked about you heading directly to Toronto after your job in Atlanta and, yet, here you are." She studied Daveed's face for answers but found nothing but a growing smile. "Come over here and cut up these strawberries while I sauce the ribs."

Daveed followed directions without complaint, lazily strolling to the island and nudging Olivia away. He'd been her help in the kitchen before to open pesky jars or stir while she tended to the more time-intensive parts of the meal. On more than one occasion, he had fucked up, and each time she invited him back into her safe space with open arms.

"How's Rafa and the family," Olivia asked with her back turned while she bent to take a peek into the oven.

Daveed kept his eyes on her backside for a moment too long before answering. "Rafa's good. Amy sends her love and says that you are more than welcome for Friendsgiving this year. She volunteered you for pies."

"You volunteered me for pies, Daveed," Olivia corrected, knowing how much her friend loved her desserts. "What about my babies? Is Santiago the best big brother to Emelia?"

"He's...trying. But he did send a gift for the lady with the bald head. His words, not mine."

Olivia ran a hand across her tapered fade and chuckled. "I feel like he heard Rafael say that."

"No, Rafa calls you Thick Mr. Clean."

"Yeah, because that's what you said when you were drunk on New Years," Olivia accused as she gestured toward the cabinet housing her wine glasses. Daveed nodded before answering.

"I said it with love!"

"Mhmm, I'm sure."

Together they watched half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc be transferred into the separate glasses, waiting for the moment they could take a sip. The last time they shared a drink, they ran through two 12- packs of beer with Rafael and ended up dancing with street performers in Times Square. She hadn't been able to stomach the smell of a Budweiser since then and fully transitioned to fruity notes and sparkling Rosé with Daveed occasionally coming along for the ride.

Taking another long sip from his glass, Daveed leaned against the island counter to watch Olivia stir a mixture for skillet cornbread.

"What's got you so stressed?"

Olivia shrugged but didn't look away from the bowl. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"The last time you cooked like this, you were writing your dissertation. And the time before that, it was your mom."

The room fell quiet outside of the spoon, ricocheting off the sides of the mixing bowl. After several seconds, Olivia took a deep breath and looked up at Daveed.

"Daddy's getting remarried. Omari and I are his best-kids," she laughed. "I'm not stressed. Just a bit...sad, I guess?"

Daveed understood the issue without needing more context. Five years ago, he was the one sitting beside Olivia on the floor of her brother's home office after the news came that their mother had in the hospital. He was there for the saddest funeral he'd ever experienced and the months of reconciliation that the family struggled through on the way to some sense of normalcy. The idea that her father had found love again was heartwarming, but Daveed knew the occasion was bringing up old feelings.

"Wanna talk about it?"

She shrugged again and moved the skillet to the oven. "There's nothing to talk about. I said I'm fine. I wish she was here, ya know, but I know she isn't upset. She always told us to move on once she's gone. She sure as hell would."

Daveed chuckled at the idea of Mrs. Jenkin's moving on in the afterlife. "She was funny like that. I remember when she met me for the first time and kept calling me Devante."

"Yes," Olvia exclaimed, a spark of joy returning to her eyes. "She'd call me and be like, that boy Devante is smart! Ask him if he can put me in a movie one day!"

Olivia's voice warped to imitate her mother as best as possible before she burst into laughter with Daveed.

"One of the last things she said to me was that I need to make sure you keep having fun. She didn't want you to stop enjoying life on account of her."

"Yeah…" Daveed watched Olivia down the wine in her glass with her eyes closed, waiting for her to continue her thought. "Well, you're doing a good job. We could work on your definition of fun, but solid effort so far."

"How can I do better? I'm open to criticism."  

Daveed kept his eyes on Olivia while he reached across her body to grab the wine bottle for the final drink. Her breath hitched while alcohol buzzed through her system, creating the perfect storm for sudden arousal. She fought her thoughts by shaking her head to recover.

"You can start by grabbing those strawberries and bringing them over to the stove."

"Don't skip the question." Daveed's smirk as he followed her to the other side of the counter made Oliva hot with embarrassment, but she kept a calm exterior. "Are you still having fun with me?"

"I always have fun with you, D, you know that. Who else is gonna play Bop It with me at 2 AM on a Wednesday? The question is, are you still having fun with me, superstar?"

"Don't start that. I come and stay at your house because I miss you, not because I can't find somewhere else to sleep. You're my person."

"For now," Olivia added as a rebuttal, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at hearing the way Daveed felt. "What happens when you get married? You're gonna have to go be a family man like Rafa. Then we'll only see each other on Friendsgiving and Christmas."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Hm." Olivia's short but skeptical laugh effectively ended the conversation. Still, Daveed had already made up his mind to return to the discussion later in the week. "So, how long are you here this time?"

Daveed used one of his large palms to push a few curls off his forehead in search of relief from the heat in the kitchen. "I was thinking a couple weeks. Three or four."

"That's longer than normal! I get to have my favorite guy here long enough to help me put wallpaper up in the guest bathroom?"

"Am I only muscle to you?"

"Of course, not," she answered with a sweet smile, making Daveed mirror her expression. "You're also a taste tester. Open up."

Before Daveed could object, Olivia swiped barbecue sauce across his bottom lip for his opinion. The tip of his tongue appeared to taste the tangy brown sauce, finding an explosion of flavor that reminded him how much he missed Olivia's cooking.

"What's the verdict," Olivia asked over her shoulder as she turned off the eye under her simple syrup mixture.

"Tangy and sweet. I'm not sure why you don't bottle this up for sale. My dad would love some."

"Meh, I like having it as a treat for the people I love. All my hobbies aren't for profit, my friend."

Daveed dramatically threw a hand across his chest and gasped. "Did Mean Ole Liv just imply that she loves me? I-I'm gobsmacked. Utterly shocked and eternally grateful."

"Diggs, you're pushing it," she laughed. "Come taste this syrup before I start on the lemonade."

From experience, Daveed knew what to expect. But he humored Olivia anyway if only to see pride light up her face when he told her how amazing the sweet mixture tasted. After washing his hands in the sink, he skimmed his middle and pointer fingers across the top of the syrup to pick up enough to coat his fingertips.

He eyed the liquid for a moment, watching it slowly trickle down the side of his long fingers while he thought of his next move. Olivia stood at the refrigerator with her back turned, humming a song from The Wiz. At the same time, she gathered ingredients for the beverage.

"Hey...hey, Liv." Daveed had already started to close the short gap between them and stood waiting for Olivia to respond to his call.

"Wha -" A sudden swipe of syrup across her bottom lip confused Olivia. "D, what is your problem?"

Stepping forward, Daveed took her chin in his to bring their lips inches apart. "Is it still cool if I taste?"

Olivia stared at Daveed without blinking, fighting her brain for a competent answer to his question. Instead, she nodded in a daze with her jaw slack. His fingers took gentle meandering paths across the peaks and valleys of her face before using his thumb to part her lips.

Daveed's first kiss was a tentative peck to test the waters. When he received no resistance, he pulled Olivia closer for full access to her mouth.

Neither of them expected to fall into the kiss so easily. Olivia didn't expect to melt into Daveed's body while he dictated the pace and intensity. Daveed didn't expect to feel an overwhelming desire to consume the one person that always felt so close but far away. He wanted to feel and taste every part of Olivia while he had the green light. She reveled in Daveed's attention, even if it was only for a moment.

Taking a step backward, Daveed used his knowledge of the kitchen to guide them back toward the stove. Their lips remained connected to taste the last bits of each other. Olivia was the first to break the lip lock and move her head upward, directing Daveed to choose a spot on her neck to explore.

The cold, sticky simple syrup came next, the thick glob landing on the center of her chest and sliding to her cleavage.

"I've thought about this a lot," Daveed spoke barely above a whisper as he used a finger to spread simple syrup across Olivia's chest. "Kinda wild to say, but I have."

"How long?"

"A year. Maybe two."

Olivia released a shaky gasp once Daveed's tongue began licking from the space between her breast to the base of her neck to catch the simple syrup. As quickly as it disappeared, he replaced the sugar mixture with another round at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He groaned as the tart strawberry flavor mixed with the sweetness of the sugar and Olivia's skin. She grasped the back of his head for stability, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a few seconds.

"How does it turn out? In your thoughts, I mean?"

Daveed paused to kiss Olivia's lips again and run his hands down her back. "Doesn't matter. We're here now, and I can't think of anything outside of how good you taste drenched in strawberry sauce."

"Simple syrup," Olivia answered, smiling as she sneakily dipped her finger into the pot behind Daveed. "It's simple syrup, and I haven't gotten a taste yet. Open your mouth."

They kept their eyes on each other while Daveed opened his mouth, waiting for whatever came next. Olivia took her time to coat his tongue in syrup, imagining how it would feel to experience the concoction from his mouth.

There started the mad scramble to get closer, taste more and touch longer. Separate but equal desires to completely consume the other person had the pair maneuvering around the kitchen. They remained attached at the lips until they reached the solid wood breakfast table near the large casement window. Daveed was the first to remove clothing, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere behind him. A split-second decision had him rushing back to the stove to retrieve the syrup pot. He carefully placed it on the table while Olivia slid the straps of her summer dress down her arms to let the fabric pool at her waist. Daveed watched with a flirtatious smile, marveling at the expanse of her warm brown skin. Olivia returned the sentiment, letting her eyes rake over his broad chest and toned midsection.

One after the other, Daveed and Olivia added bits of syrup to different body parts to lick and suck the skin clean. A handful mistakenly dripped onto Olivia's thigh, and they watched the sticky liquid carry small chunks of strawberries to the inner portion of her leg.

Daveed regarded the sight with wonder before carefully dropping to one knee for a better look. He maintained eye contact with Olivia as he kissed his way to the sweetest spot, lingering in places that earned the most desirable response. The scratch of facial hair combined with his lips and tongue's soft, silkiness made Olivia keen for more. She could feel the blood rushing to pool at her inner thigh for a bruise that would leave evidence of a dream achieved. She smiled at the thought of seeing it when she was getting dressed and how her stomach might feel with butterflies from the memories.

Daveed mumbled praise after praise into the supple skin of Olivia's thigh before starting a journey back to her lips. When he returned, he slowly pushed the waistband of his sweats down his hips and legs.

"Oh," Olivia spoke, eyes wide while she fought the natural desire to let her gaze travel. "I...wow, okay. I feel like I'm violating you."

"I'm kind of asking you to," Daveed laughed as he stepped closer.

"This is so fucking weird. Are we really about to do this?"

"Only if you want. I mean, I want to, but we can stop whenever you say the word."

He was closer now, dropping kisses on her shoulders while he pressed their chests together to reduce the space between him.

Olivia's legs naturally hooked themselves around his waist at the same time that her arms circled his neck.

She leaned forward to speak against Daveed's lips with her eyes hooded in lust, "I want this."

Passion and the hint of strawberry coating their lips intensified the moment between Olivia and Daveed. He held her writhing hips steady while he stood on his toes to push forward. Simultaneous moans of pleasure rang out in the kitchen, surely gaining the attention of nearby neighbors.

Their hips bucked an even pace, repeatedly meeting to build tension in their bellies. Daveed felt the strain of each stroke in his thighs and calves but found the desire to fuck his friend on her kitchen table to override any other immediate discomfort.

"Are you a talker," Daveed asked randomly, making Olivia's eyes snap up from the action below her waist to focus her attention on him.

"What?"

"A talker. Do you like to talk during sex?" His question came between labored breaths and grunts holding a mixture of exertion and indescribable pleasure.

"Daveed, are you trying to have a conversation with me right now?"

"I mean, I like to - fuck - I...I like to talk sometimes. Is that cool?"

A high-pitched moan ripped through Olivia's throat before she could gather her senses to respond. "It's your c-call, Diggs. Just don't stop."

He followed directions without skipping a beat, digging into his strength to pick up speed when he sensed they could move to the next level. He peppered in filthy statements that stimulate Olivia's mind while driving into her with expert precision.

They held on to each other as they reached separate peaks with no regard for the climbing noise level.

"I wanna do this forever," Daveed whispered into Olivia's ear before nipping at the lobe.

"Not look into my eyes lovingly and write songs about me?"

Daveed chuckled and snapped his hips forward, earning a near-silent moan. "Can I use you calling me daddy on the hook?"

"You got a lot of work to do before that happens."

"I'll put in overtime."

Splaying his hand across Olivia's torso, Daveed pushed her to lay flat on the table before leaning to hover over her body. He used his waning energy to give her all the power in his hips, searching for a climax. When she thought she couldn't come anymore, Olivia felt her body jolt off the table once the pad of Daveed's thumb began rubbing tight circles on her clit. Daveed smiled at the reaction but felt it disappear as soon as his hips falter mid-stroke. He rushed to pull out of Olivia, fearing that if he stayed inside for a moment longer, he would expedite his journey to fatherhood.

Olivia helped his cause by curling her fingers around his length and joining his pumping effort while she propped her body up on her elbow. He came with a choppy moan and heavy breathing on her belly, his chest rising and falling rapidly in time with the stove's timer beeping for attention.

Both Olivia and Daveed dissolved into laughter.

"Please, don't let this dry on me. It's sexy now but a pain to get off later."

Daveed's laughter climbed to hysterics at Olivia's mention of the mess on her stomach before reaching across the table to grab napkins out of the centerpiece component.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly as he helped wipe her clean. "Condoms next time?" 

"Or my mouth."

Daveed stood shocked for a split second while Olivia worked to readjust her clothing and hurry to the stove. He followed her lead and pulled up his sweats before clearing the syrup pot and grabbing wipes to disinfect the surface.

The room was silent while they arranged hot dishes on the counter and privately grappled with having sex for the first time. A sense of "now what" hung in the air, which made Daveed more and more uncomfortable.

After plates were fixed, they chose opposite ends of the table to enjoy the meal.

"You know," Olivia started, laughing as she swallowed the last piece of cornbread on her plate. "That simple syrup recipe is my mom's. This whole meal was her favorite thing to cook, and I made it because I was really fuckin' sad and needed her nearby. Then you showed up."

Daveed's eyes snapped up from his plate. He wasn't sure what to say and remained silent in hopes that Olivia would elaborate.

"A couple weeks before she died, she told me that she would still be directing my love life from Heaven. She grabbed my hand and said, 'Dammit, Bean, I'm gone get you a man even if I gotta do it during bingo with the good Lord.'"

"You think she's up there winning the grand prize?"

Olivia shook her head. "I think she forfeited it to send you to me."

Her answer made Daveed still to watch Olivia's eyes meet his set from across the table. She reached a hand across the table with her palms facing upward, beckoning Daveed to place his palm in the center of hers.

"We have three weeks to figure this shit out," Daveed said, smiling before bringing Olivia's palm to rest on his cheek.

She looked at him for a minute to take in the way his eyes reflected the sun before using her head to gesture toward the pot still resting on the counter.

"And all night to finish off mama's recipe."

#daveed diggs #daveed x reader #daveed diggs x reader

[funfickgirl22]

Give me a chance.

Chris Evans / Reader

Angst with the happy ending. Your best friend has left, giving the custody of the child to you and Chris. What are you going to do?

836 words.

( Natalie - Y/N’s friend, Chloe- Natalie’s daughter. )

On the first weekend of Spring, your parents had organized the first BBQ in 2021. You have really enjoyed yourself. You were currently listening to your Auntie’s blubbery cake recipe when you have received the message from Chris.

Chris: Sorry to bother you but we need to talk, Can I pick you up? It is important.

You frowned and quickly replied to him.

Y/N: If it is important then yes, are you ok?

Chris: I am on my way, I am ok but Natalie isn’t. I will be at your parents within 40 min. xoxo

You have met Chris when you arrived in Boston and rent a room at Chris’s brother's house. Since then you were the best friends. After a few years, you have graduated from the University and moved out from Scott however, you still kept in touch with both brothers. Two years ago, your best friend Natalie asked you and Chris to become her daughter’s godparents. You both were over a moon. Unfortunately, in the past year, Natalie’s mental health got worse. She stopped talking to people, become more distant, and was leaving a house for many hours, no one could reach her. No one knew who the father of the child was. You have tried to help Natalie as much as you could, but there is a little you could do when she did not want to receive any support.

You have started to feel a little bit stressed after Chris’s response. You knew it must be something important if he was willing to drive over two hours to your parent’s house. You quickly excuse yourself and said goodbye to your relatives. Once you hugged your mum and dad the doorbell rang, and you knew it was Evans. You have open the door. Christopher had a very serious face however, he felt relieved to see you and your beautiful face. He secretly has a crush on you for a while now, but his insecurities didn’t let him tell you the truth.

“Mum, Dad, this is Chris Evans, my friend. We need to go now, I will text you once I will be at home.”

 “Nice to meet you, Chris, I hope you can get my daughter home safely.”

“Likewise, Sir. Your daughter is safe with me.” Chris announced while shaking your dad’s hand.”

“OMG Y/N,  he is so handsome, you have finally brought a guy home, I have nearly lost hope!”

“Stop it, mum!” You blushed and look at Chris who was laughing.

“Get home safe kids, Chris, I hope you will be able to join us on our next BBQ. “

“I would really like that Sir, thank you for the invitation. I am sorry, we really need to go now.”

Chris apologized and lead you to his car.

Once you were securely seated you started asking questions about Natalie but Chris refused to answer them in the car. After a 10-minute drive, the car has stopped at the nearest coffee shop car park. You both had left the car and sat on the bench. Chris has started his monologue.

“So…. Natalie has left. She left the note, she needs to have time to “fix” herself. She made us legal guardians of the little one. She doesn’t want to be found. Chloe is with my mum at this moment, but we need to take her home.

You were completely shocked by this story and both of you started to cry. You both hugged each other, letting the tears go, and stayed like that for a while in silence. You have realized, you have lost your best friend. You were the first to break the hug. Slowly you swiped away the tears from his cheeks and asked.

“How do you see it? Should I take her home with me or will she stay at yours?”

 “Y/ N, I know it is a lot to ask but… Stay with me? You are going to be an amazing mother to Chloe and to… our future children one day.”

“What you want to say, Christopher? “ The tears were running down your cheeks but this time, from the happiness.

 “What I mean is … I fell in love with you Y/N. I love you and I need you. I am sorry I did not have the courage to say it earlier, I am a completely dysfunctional 40-year-old. Give me a chance, please. “ Evans was pouring his soul knowing, this is not the best time for love declaration, but he could not it hide it any time longer.

You smiled widely and peck his lips. “You will need to take me for a date first. Let’s go home, let’s see our daughter.” Christopher exhaled with relief, kissed you properly, and took you to the car.

You were both on your journey back home to see your daughter. It was also the beginning of your journey as a couple and you couldn’t be happier to see what the future holds.  

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You Make My Heart Skip A Beet

You Make My Heart Skip a Beet

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)

Word count: 3.8k

Rating: Teen and Up

A/N: Based on this lovely prompt by @greyhoundsgirl​. I have to be honest here, I’ve never actually seen Top Chef though so I thought it would be safer to make up a new fictional amateur cooking competition which I’ve titled Chef Wars :p 

No warnings to speak of, apart from maybe for awful food puns, but it is a bit of a cracky piece, and it’s in Sam POV (poor guy). Hope you enjoy!! 💗 Huge thanks to the amazing @rainbowsandcoconut​ for brainstorming, food puns and awesome beta’ing, as usual 😘

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Summary:

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

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When Sam and Steve had first been approached about being guest judges on an Avengers-themed special of Chef Wars, they’d spent a full fifteen minutes jumping around the common room in the Tower like a pair of overgrown kids on a sugar high.

Guest judges. On Chef Wars.

It so happens that Sam and Steve watch Chef Wars religiously. In fact, Steve even mentioned this in passing in one or two of his more recent interviews when asked how Captain America likes to spend his downtime, which is probably how the show’s executives had thought to invite them in the first place.

Sam’s love for cooking and cooking shows was passed down to him by his mother Darlene, and he, in turn, passed it on to Captain America – though if you’d told ten-year-old Sam that, he would’ve thought you were nuts. Poor Steve isn’t exactly the culinary sort of guy himself, but once Sam started turning up on his doorstep three nights a week to keep him company and make sure he didn’t sink further into depression, he’d slowly started to enjoy the shows Sam insisted on watching with him. Sam figured the familiarity of the actions and the low stakes of an amateur cooking competition would be perfectly suited to someone trying to integrate into a new century, while still being just exciting enough to hold the attention of an adrenaline junkie like Steve.

And he was right. So now, every Thursday night, the two of them chill on Steve’s couch, yelling at the TV and pretending they‘d do a better job of it than the contestants. Which, to be fair, Sam probably would, but Steve decidedly would not. What Steve lacks in culinary skills, though, he more than makes up for with his crazy supersoldier metabolism, rivaled only by the Other Guy and sometimes Thor, once he’s cracked open the mead. Steve can eat, and he does so with relish.

So needless to say, when they got the invite, they’d both jumped at the chance. Who wouldn’t, when presented with the opportunity to do the thing they did every Thursday night for funsies, but this time for realsies? And after weeks of giddy anticipation, today is finally the day.

Filming day.

The whole thing had gotten off to an excellent start. The sun was shining, Steve had actually been whistling on their way to the studio instead of nervously drumming his fingers on the dashboard (something which got on Sam’s nerves like nothing else), and they’d been offered some quality Italian espresso when they arrived. The show got on the road as soon as they’d gotten a quick tour of the studio, and after lights, camera, action, the contestants were introduced one by one.

There is Bernadette, a Missouri housewife who turned out to be somewhat of a BBQ expert and who reminds Sam of his Aunt Jenna; there’s Bob, a big, burly dude from Kentucky who wouldn’t look amiss on a Pro Wrestling show but who ends up surprising them all with a surprisingly delicate edible flower-dish dedicated to his lovely wife; and Yulia, a tiny, fierce girl from Bulgaria with some mean knife skills who Sam suspects could very well be a distant relative of Natasha’s.

And then there’s Bucky Barnes.

Bucky Barnes is a thirty-one-year-old physical therapist from Brooklyn who’s looking to change careers and get into the restaurant business full time. He has that whole hipster vibe going on: long, meticulously conditioned chestnut hair in a messy top knot, designer stubble, sleeve of – admittedly awesome – tattoos on his left arm. His cool, blue eyes and sharp cheekbones give him a model-like appearance, and yet there’s something soft and disarming about him.

Steve certainly seems to think so, at least.

The moment Barnes came walking through those glass doors, Sam heard Steve suck in a sharp breath at his side. A quick glance at Steve’s slack-jawed expression told Sam all he needed to know, since the dude is about as subtle as a sledgehammer. He’d elbowed Steve in the side until he looked over and pretended to wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth. Steve’s eyes went wide as he hastily mirrored the movement, missing the joke by about fifty yards. Oh, boy.

From that moment onward, Steve’s brain seemed to have gone through a blender, turning it into a rainbow smoothie – which was pretty unfortunate, considering they were going to have to interact with the contestants in a way that was suitable for daytime television.

The thing is, Steve is not exactly what you’d call a people person at the best of times. He’s fine with someone he’s known for a while and feels comfortable with, but with strangers he’s just… a little awkward. Credit where credit’s due, Steve is one of the most loyal, sweet, funny and whip-smart guys Sam has ever known – and let’s not forget stubborn as hell – but he’s also very, very bad at social cues. It’s not his fault, of course. Steve had gone from growing up pretty isolated without any real friends to speak of, to suddenly spending years surrounded only by his army buddies, which wasn’t at all representative for how normal people interacted with each other (Sam knows this from experience).

While Steve’s many social faux-pas are an endless source of entertainment for Sam, he’s not a total asshole, and he has tried to help Steve practice his social skills. Unfortunately, giving him well-meaning advice like “just be yourself” seems to be a sure-fire way to ensure Steve will put his foot in his mouth somehow.

That’s why Steve prefers to put on his Cap persona for public interactions. When he’s Captain America instead of Steve Rogers, all he has to do is look commanding and sort of friendly and say bland things like “I’m very happy to be here” and “You did well, son” and no one would be any the wiser that beneath that righteous exterior, Steve was floundering and wondering when he could reasonably leave whatever social engagement Pepper had sweet-talked him into attending, and head home to the comfort of his armchair and his sketchbook.

For today’s engagement, Steve had wisely adopted this approach as well, and the fact that he was genuinely excited to be there helped to loosen him up a little – so really, it should’ve all been fine.

But then Bucky Barnes from Brooklyn walked into the room and turned his big, blue eyes in Steve’s direction, and Steve promptly seemed to forget who or what a Captain America even was.

So far, Steve has already missed his cue twice, and it’s taken Sam stepping on his toes to get him to focus. To be fair, though, Steve puts in a valiant effort to pull himself together, managing to ooh and aah in all the right places when talking to the other candidates – sheer dumb luck, if you ask Sam. But as Steve’s best friend and confidante, Sam sees right through it. He hasn’t missed the way Steve’s gaze keeps drifting in Barnes’ direction, and coupled with the blush creeping up the back of Steve’s neck whenever Barnes’s eyes meet his, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Cap has got himself a Manhattan-sized crush.

Now, most people probably aren’t aware that Captain America is also attracted to men, but Sam has a feeling that by the end of this episode, that cat will be most definitely out of the closet. Steve’s never purposely hid his sexuality; it was more of a question of it never having come up yet. It sure as hell has come up now.

And what makes this even better is that Barnes is just as bad. He stuttered his way through his introduction, very obviously starstruck at meeting Captain America, but also very obviously gay as hell for him, if the way his eyes lingered on Steve’s chest and thighs is any indication. Sam, for his part, is incredibly amused by it all. Not only does he get to be on the set of his favorite cooking show, he also gets to rib Steve, throwing in as many food puns as he possibly can – most of which go over Steve’s head because he’s too busy drooling over Barnes. Sam’s wit is wasted on his friends.

Then, it’s time to judge. In the first round, the contestants are supposed to make something which represents why they got into cooking in the first place.

Sam can feel Steve practically vibrate with nerves at his side as they walk up to Barnes’ station. Feeling magnanimous, Sam decides to have mercy on his muscly pal and take the lead on this one.

“Mr. Barnes,” he says, giving Barnes an encouraging smile. “Tell us about your dish, if you please.”

“Call me Bucky,” Barnes says, returning the gesture with a quick quirk of his lips.

Next to him, Steve repeats the name in a whisper, most likely unaware that he’s even doing it.

Sam has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking.

*****

Bucky’s confessional

“I grew up in Brooklyn, as the eldest of five kids. My dad left when I was fifteen, and while I was still in school, my mom had to work three jobs to provide for us all. She wasn’t home much, so it was kind of up to me to make sure dinner was on the table most nights.”

Bucky plucks at the seam of his black skinny jeans, lost in thought. “I think that’s why my specialty is comfort food. Nothing unnecessary, just hearty, nutritious food, y’know?” With a tilt of his head, he adds, “Although since all my siblings moved into their own places I’ve been cooking mostly for myself and my cat, so I’ve been experimenting with adding some twists to my tried and tested recipes.” He laughs, right hand clasping the back of his neck in a bashful gesture. “I’ve had… mixed success. Luckily Alpine has loved all of it. She’s my cat.”

“My first dish today is Irish soda bread with sage butter and Himalayan sea salt,” Bucky continues. “Bread was something we could never have enough of in our household. Five growing kids, y’know? And also, um...” A slight blush creeps its way onto Bucky’s cheeks, his eyes flitting around nervously. “Well, I guess you could say I used to be a bit of a history nerd growing up. I was super interested in World War II, particularly, uh, Captain America.” His blush deepens, spreading upwards from the neckline of his white t-shirt to the tips of his pierced ears.

“I, uh, I basically read every Steve Rogers biography I could get my hands on, which is why I learned to make things like soda bread because, y’know, Steve Rogers was Irish. Is Irish,” he corrects himself. Bucky’s eyes glaze over, taking on a faraway look. “Man, I couldn’t believe it when Cap was found a few years ago,” he marvels, “and alive. I don’t think I slept for a week after I found out.” He stares into space for a moment before shaking himself. He clears his throat, eyes refocusing on the person behind the camera. “Anyway, so when I heard that Chef Wars was doing an Avengers-themed special, I immediately applied because Steve – Cap, I mean- Captain America. Um. Yeah, so Cap mentioned in a few of his interviews that he watches Chef Wars, so I figured there would be a good chance he’d be watching this one too, you know? And then I got the email that I’d been selected and that he was going to be the one judging us, and I just…” Bucky trails off, looking a little faint, the blood draining from his face as quickly as it had risen.

“God, I just can’t believe I’ll finally get to see him in the flesh.” His eyes widen. “In person, I mean," he hastily amends. "And I’m excited about my dishes too, of course. I really hope Cap will like them. And the Falcon. Him, too. Yeah.”

*****

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

When Steve puts a piece of bread into his mouth and chews slowly, he sniffs, eyes turning a little watery. “It tastes exactly like my mom’s,” he says in a hushed voice, sounding like he can’t quite believe his taste buds. Sam pats Steve’s back consolingly, before scooping up some sage butter with his own piece of bread and taking an enthusiastic bite.

“Hmm, nice,” he says, giving Barnes an appreciative nod. “And the butter? You make that yourself, too?”

“You butter believe it,” Barnes replies, then immediately looks horrified, like he can’t believe he made a pun that bad on national television.

Sam cackles, holding out his fist for Barnes to bump. When Barnes has recovered enough to return the gesture with his left hand, Steve stares longingly at their touching hands, before letting his gaze trail over the tattoos on Barnes’ exposed forearm. Since he's not exactly subtle about it, Barnes catches him looking and gives Steve a tentative smile when their eyes meet. Steve chokes on absolutely nothing and launches into an impromptu coughing fit. “Crumbs,” he wheezes, thumping a massive fist on his massive chest, “wrong pipe.”

Sam just smirks at him, before turning back to Barnes. “That was delicious,” he tells him. “Can’t wait for your next dish, man.”

“Really, really, good,” Steve chimes in once he’s caught his breath. “Well done, Bucky.”

Barnes goes as red as a tomato, eyes trained on the floor as he awkwardly shifts from foot to foot. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Steve, please,” Steve implores.

Barnes bites his lip, looking up at Steve through his lashes. “Thanks, Steve.”

Sam's pretty sure Steve stops breathing altogether right then. Christ, it’s like there’s an electrical current running between the two of them, the air crackling with it. Thunderbolts and lighting, very very nauseating.

Sam claps his hands. “Right,” he says loudly, “moving on to the next contestant now… Yulia, what have you prepared for us?”

*****

By the time the second round rolls around, Steve has had a series of meltdowns and Sam has spent precious time he could’ve been exploring the set and taking pics for his mom on talking Steve out of a bathroom stall. Damn, he’s a good friend. It takes all of Sam’s VA-honed therapist skills to convince Steve that he’s doing fine, he’s not embarrassing himself, and no one but Sam has noticed Steve’s massive heart boner for Barnes yet. Sam actually isn’t entirely positive about that last one – or the first two for that matter – but Steve doesn’t need to know that. There are still two rounds to go.

In the second round, contestants are asked to make a dish that represents who they are as a person.

While the contestants are cooking up a metaphorical storm, Sam and Steve walk around their stations to chat with everyone some more, camera crew on their heels. Steve manages to get out at least three complete sentences, and Bernadette and Bob are too in awe of him to notice the few times he says something that doesn’t actually make any sense. Yulia has given no indication that she even knows who either of them are, and Sam can practically feel the relief radiating off of Steve. He guesses that’s part of why he and Natasha get on so well.

When they round on Barnes’ station, Barnes has just started seasoning his dish. There’s a checkered dishcloth slung over his right shoulder and a focused look on his face, which turns into one of low-key stress the moment he spots Steve and Sam coming towards him. Leaning his hip against the counter, Sam settles in to watch Steve make a fool of himself. He's not disappointed.

“Wow,” Steve says inanely, gesturing in the direction of Barnes’ hands. “That’s- you’re- you’re really good at that.”

Barnes pauses his turning of the peppermill to give Steve a slightly panicked look. “At… grinding?”

At Steve’s strangled cough, Barnes seems to realize what he just said, his bewildered expression morphing into one of abject mortification. The poor guy looks like he’d very much like the ground to swallow him whole right about now.

Honestly, these two deserve each other.

When they've finished chatting to everyone and it’s time to taste, Barnes is asked to explain his dish and how it represents him. He seems to have pulled himself together somewhat since their last encounter, his stance a little more confident now and his eyes only drifting to Steve’s pecs every other sentence.

“I’m a simple guy,” he tells them, somehow managing to make it sound genuine instead of cliché. “I enjoy the little things in life. I like taking care of people, making them feel good and comfortable, and I think that’s reflected in my cooking. I enjoy making comfort food, the hale and hearty stuff.” He licks his lips, meaningfully adding, “Although, don’t get me wrong. I do indulge occasionally. I’ve got my guilty pleasures same as everyone else, y'know?” That last part is directed at Steve, who nods dazedly, like he knows exactly what Barnes means. Gross.

“So I guess you could say you’re just… arugula guy?” Sam grins, cheerfully ignoring the growing sexual tension.

Barnes stares at him for a beat, and then snorts. “You know what?” he says, returning Sam's grin, “the s’more I get to know you, the s’more I like you.”

Sam has a very real moment where he thinks he might actually fall in love with this guy himself. It’s only Steve’s doe-eyed look that keeps him from proposing to Barnes there and then. Okay, and maybe the fact that Barnes is clearly smitten with Steve, and also Sam is straight and very happily dating Nat, who would not hesitate to gut him if he decided to elope with some pasty hipster dude.

Barnes’ dish – mac and cheese with black truffle and locally sourced cheeses and fancy cuts of bacon – is mouthwateringly good, and Sam tells him as much. Using appropriate words to do so. You know, like a normal person.

Steve, on the other hand, moans loudly around his bite and then, mouth still full, he blurts, “That’s exactly what I thought you’d taste like.”

In the painfully awkward silence that follows, Steve and Barnes blush so hard the combined heat of their flaming cheeks could probably power most of New York City. This time, Sam can’t contain his laughter. He crows as he gleefully slaps his thighs, and even some of the crew is hiding having a hard time staying professional in the face of such blatant dumbassery.

Shaking his head, Sam grabs Steve by the bicep and herds him towards the backroom. “Come on, Casanova,” he says. “Let’s get you some ice for those burns.”

*****

For dessert, Barnes goes all out.

He actually makes Captain America cake pops, shaped and decorated like Steve’s shield with blue, red and white frosting. Steve’s eyes almost bug out of his head when he sees them. Barnes explains how they’re “sort of an adult version” of normal cake pops, which makes Sam raise an eyebrow. He’s been on the internet. He unfortunately has seen adult versions of all kinds of Captain America paraphernalia. Fortunately, Barnes just means that his cake pops have some sort of liquor in the center, “for a punch, you know?”

The starry-eyed look Steve gives Barnes clearly conveys just how clever he thinks that is, and Sam surreptitiously rolls his eyes. No game whatsoever, either of them.

“I’ve never had a cake pop before,” Steve says, carefully picking up one of the treats and inspecting it curiously.

“Oh,” Barnes says, blinking at him. “Well, normally you’d eat them in one go, but these are a bit bigger than usual because of the shape of the shield, so you probably won’t be able to fit -”

The rest of his sentence sort of peters off into a stunned silence as Steve proceeds to stick a whole-ass giant cake pop in his mouth in one go, letting out an appreciative grunt as he chews and then swallows.

Barnes’s mouth goes slack. “Oh my god,” he breathes, his eyes glazing over, and Sam cracks up. Again.

The cake pops are actually surprisingly good, despite their garish (sorry, Steve) appearance, and then it’s time to retreat and deliberate. As was to be expected, Steve has a crisis of conscience.

“I can’t vote for him just because he made my mom’s soda bread and he practically raised his baby sisters by himself and he cooks for his cat and he has pretty eyes, Sam!” he laments, voice muffled into his massive forearms. Sam makes the filming crew promise not to air this bit. It takes some doing, but finally Sam manages to convince Steve that Barnes’s food was simply the best. Better than all the rest. He even does a little Tina impression to get his point across, and that seems to do it.

When they announce the winner, Barnes smiles so wide it transforms his whole face and makes Steve melt into a puddle of Gü.

Sam has to nudge Steve again to get him to say his line, since he’s too busy mooning over Barnes to notice the autocue changing. “Ah, yes!” Steve says loudly. “First prize is a substantial sum of money, sponsored by Tony Stark, which we hope will go towards opening your own restaurant–"

“… and a weekend stay at Avengers Tower, also sponsored by Tony!”

Steve’s head whips around to him in surprise. Sam winks at him. “Including a private tour of the premises by none other than Captain America himself. Isn’t that right, Steven?”

A beat of silence, and then Steve.exe starts back up. "Right,” he nods, drawing out the word. “Yes. That’s right.” Sam pats his arm. Good man.

Stepping forward, Steve takes Barnes’ hand and shakes it slowly. “Congratulations, Bucky. I look forward to seeing you again soon," he says, adding, after a quick, bracing inhale, “and maybe when you visit, I can make my mom’s stew for you? If- if you like?”

Sam feels a surge of pride. Look at Steve go, being something almost in the vicinity of smooth.

Barnes laps it up, beaming at Steve. “I’d really love that,” he says in a low voice, still holding Steve's hand. “I’m sure you’re delicious.” His eyes widen. “It’s delicious. The stew – not- not-" Abruptly, Barnes stops babbling, then seems to come to a decision. “Oh, fuck it,” he mutters, and pulls Steve towards him, crashing their mouths together in a scorching kiss.

Over the noise of the assembled crowd's whoops and cheers, Sam gleefully calls, “And that, my friends, is a wrap!”

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[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part five.

masterlist.

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: wow i finally dug out my drafts and wrote another chapter for this even though its been two fucking years!!! im honestly writing this for myself because im bored and in a rut so if you read it tysm. also finally decided who it’ll be centered around so enjoy.

warnings: just good ole fashioned dry humping and kissing

Everyone around you was saying their goodbyes, thanking everyone for working so hard and you took that as your cue to start gathering the equipment up. 

“Thanks Y/N, just take that to the storage room.” The photographer you and Yoongi were currently assisting pointed out to the far right. You nodded in understanding before unhooking all of the lights and tearing them down properly. A few people lingered behind, makeup artists gathering their supplies, wardrobe crew grabbing a few more snacks off the catering table, and Yoongi rolling up the white backdrop. 

It was your first day on the job and it just so happened to land on a shoot day so you were trying your best to make a good first impression so they wouldn't fire you before you even really started. 

So far everyone had been very welcoming and kind, no one yelling at you if you messed up a little so that got rid of your jitters. It felt nice to be able to work where you knew you could network and learn, the only photography experience you had at your old job was taking shitty pictures of the drunken idiots lying around near closing. 

“So how’d you like your first assisting job?”

You looked to the left and saw Yoongi standing at the door frame of the storage room, a smile on his face and his hands holding the folded backdrop. 

“It was great, seems like kind of a tease though because tomorrow we’ll be doing basic retouching on photos.”

He just shrugged after setting what he was holding down, “True, we get quite a few of these shoots though so make a good impression and someone might take you under their wing.”

You sighed as you locked the lights securely into place. Being taken under someone's wing before you finished school would be a blessing because it almost guaranteed a decent job after school was over and you were tossed into the great unknown of an art degree holding college graduate. 

“Thats what I’m hoping for.” 

The both of you rechecked everything was in its place and secure before turning the light off and locking up the storage room. Due to the fact the shoot day extended longer than a typical shift you were being paid overtime and let off once everything wrapped so you and Yoongi were headed to the nearest restaurant to get actual food in your system. 

Your scarf was wrapped around your neck snuggly to protect from the cold wind and Yoongi draped his arm around your shoulder as you both casually walked. In this split moment you felt content, a slight feeling of everything starting to fall into place and you let yourself bask in it. 

“What's got you all smiley?”

Yoongi looked at you with a small grin, his eyes focusing on your wide smile before shifting back up to your own eyes. 

You just shrugged before playfully tugging his black beanie down over his eyes, earning a grunt of annoyance as he shoved it back up. “I’m just happy.”

“Are you usually not?”

There was a beat of silence as you thought it through. 

“It’s not that I’m not, I’m usually just...living through it?”

He nodded in understanding, “I get you. Kind of just going through routine motions without really feeling much.”

A white cloud left your mouth in a huff as you sighed in agreement, “Exactly, don’t get me wrong there’s little tidbits of happiness scattered throughout but they’re just moments of happiness that pass as quickly as they happen. It’s been a while since I’ve felt happiness for the future and its exciting.”

You looked back over at him, seeing him nod because he fully understood. He was on the same boat as you, his parents much like yours weren’t supportive of his choice to pursue an art degree so you guys were scraping by and holding on to any thread of hope that popped up. The pair of you were just hoping everything would work out. 

“Anyways, enough with the semi depressive reality check. I’m hungry and there’s this new korean barbecue place that opened up a few blocks away. Wanna text everyone and meet up for a nice family dinner.” He chuckled at the end of that, and you joined in light heartedly before whipping your phone out and sending out a group text simply saying “Korean bbq, don't be a bitch and meet here in fifteen.”  

Low and behold, your group of friends were indeed not bitches, they all showed up as punctual as you would expect of them and they even brought along a straggler. This straggler went by the name of Jeon Jungkook and you couldn’t help but look at him with a smile, just seeing him trail behind Taehyung with his head slightly dipped almost like he was unsure if him being there was okay. Taehyung on the other hand paid him no mind and just waltzed in, his denim clad arms outstretched and a boxy smile on display as he approached the table you all sat around.

Him and Jungkook were the last to arrive so Tae decided to slip into the seat beside you, but not before slotting his lips against yours in a chaste kiss that seemed too casual. Like usual no one said anything and you just rolled your eyes with a smile and shoved his shoulder before redirecting your attention to Yoongi who was the master meat cooker.

Jungkook saw the small exchange and his want for coaching, as you so put it, was back. He wanted that, whatever the fuck that was that you and Tae had. Fuck, did that make him a typical fuckboy? Did this go against his morals of being a gentleman?

You had reassured him that it was fine as long as he was straightforward with whoever it involved and he had already set his eyes on someone. Now it was just a waiting game on if Jisoo the cute barista would be for it or not.

“Jungkook sit down!”

The resemblance to a deer caught in headlights was uncanny as he stared at you, realizing he had just been standing behind the only available chair as everyone stared back at him with their own food set up in front of them already.

“Oh, sorry.” His hands came up and ruffled his own hair in embarrassment before he sat down, “Just a little distracted”

Taehyung slid over an empty plate and pointed his chopsticks at him, “He’s been like this for a couple of days, what’s your deal?”

Everyone’s attention was back on Jungkook, including your own. His cheeks reddened slightly from all the eyes on him so he took it upon himself to just scoop up some rice to occupy himself. What was he supposed to say? Yeah sorry I got a lot on my mind like finding out Taehyung and Y/N fuck on the regular but aren’t dating and Y/N is gonna teach me how to do that with the cute barista everyone sees at the campus coffee shop?

“Just a school project.”

“A very hands on school project right Jungkook?” You couldn’t help but tease him, knowing exactly what’s been on his mind since you’ve been texting each other to come up with some kind of game plan on approaching Jisoo.

His eyes flicked over to you for a split second, only giving you a nod before nervously chewing on his lip. You couldn’t understand him, you really couldn’t. How could a man who looked like him be this shy when it comes to literally anyone? He could probably crush someone with his thighs for crying out loud, but here he sat with an aura surrounding him that just showed how unsure he was with himself.

He was a sweet kid, super respectful as far as you could tell, he just needed to learn that wanting to fuck someone while not wanting a relationship was completely normal. Sex was human nature and you were determined to get him to enjoy it as long as he was consenting to your help.

You kept your eyes on him, seeing him reach his plate over to get the meat Yoongi was offering him and mumbling out a thanks before turning his attention to Jin who was on his left and starting a conversation.

A small jab to your cheek via a chopstick snapped you out of your curious gaze, your fingers coming up to rub at the skin and looking to your right where Jimin was sat. “You into him?”

He had mumbled it out to you so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, a couple seconds passed before it clicked and you shook your head, “No, why?”

“You’ve been staring at him like he’s your next victim.”

You rolled your eyes at him and smiled before picking up some kimchi and shoving it into his mouth with no resistance from his part as he happily munched on it. “I don’t have victims Park Jimin.” The way his eyes slightly narrowed at you made it clear he was questioning why you were staring at him as intently as you have been, “I was just looking at him because he’s interesting don’t you think?”

Jimin shook his head because he had no idea what you even meant by that, “Interesting? He’s not a caged animal for you to observe you weirdo.” He was just teasing you, giving you a smile when he heard you laugh.

“That’s not what I mean, forget it. How was your mom’s brunch?”

At the mention of that his expression went blank and he poured himself a glass of soju and took a nice swig of it, “As amazing as you would expect.”

Jimin’s parents always went all out for these brunches, renting out the biggest places and inviting the A class elites of Seoul who would donate to whatever charity they were advocating for. They hassled Jimin every single time to network and find a girl they deemed worthy enough of him marrying and he absolutely hated it. He was the literal definition of a rebellious son, getting a kick every time he would get under their skin. Whether that was by going out on a date with someone they thought suited him and getting absolutely trashed and scaring said girl away, to getting his body tattooed and pierced against their wishes. 

Jimin knew how to play his cards right, he knew his parents would never fully cut him off as long as he was somewhat compliant with a few things here and there but he wasn’t going to be molded into whatever they wanted him to be. He was their only child so in his mind who else could they possibly hand off their money to?

“I told my mom you were my date for the thanksgiving event.”

You hummed as you chewed on your food, already knowing this probably didn’t end well. “How did she take that?”

His smirk just proved your suspicion, “Super well actually. Especially when I told her I think you’re the one and I’m thinking about proposing to you.”

What?!

You choked on your food, coughing like a mad man and pounding at your chest with a closed fist. Taehyung who was sat on your left immediately handed you a glass of water and patted your back to help you out. All the while Jimin continued to stare at you with that shit eating grin on his face, pressing the edge of his glass against his lips as he waited for you to speak again.

“Jimin what the fuck I never agreed to that.”

Taehyung was now intrigued by whatever conversation you two were having so he decided to eavesdrop while pretending to eat his food.

“Relax Y/N, obviously I’m not doing that. It was a small joke.”

“It’s not a joke if your parents don’t think it is!”

He pursed his lips at you, “Damn is marrying me really that repulsive?”

Taehyung laughed to himself at that, gaining Jungkook's attention who was now looking at the exchange between you and Jimin.

“No, shut up! That’s not what I’m saying Jimin. I’m just supposed to go to scare off all the girls that wanna latch onto you, I’m not there to piss your parents off, they probably hate me enough knowing you help me whenever you can.”

Taehyung decided to stop listening at that moment, striking up a conversation with Hoseok instead. He knew how sensitive you were when it came to talking about receiving help and admitting to needing it so he knew this wasn’t his business. Jungkook on the other hand didn’t have a clue so as he stared down at his rice his ears stayed hooked on the conversation.

Jimin pressed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “Y/N, I promise I was joking. I didn't tell my parents that, I wouldn’t put you in that position. They don’t hate you by the way.”

That was a little hard to believe, Jimin was a very giving person, especially when it came to his friends. The rest of your friends were a little more financially stable than you were so the amount of times he would take it upon himself to help you, because you had too much pride to really ask for help, surely it stood out to his parents. 

“What I choose to do with my money is my business okay, my parents don't even notice where it goes half the time.”

You pushed the meat on your plate around with your chopsticks, your mood dropping down just a bit once you really remembered how much help Jimin gave you. You owed him a lot, and even though he says it's fine it doesn't make you feel any better about it. 

“Hey,” Jimin slowly spoke, slouching down and looking up at you from your downcast gaze on the table, “Y/N.”

When you only pursed your lips at the sound of your name he sat back up and slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side and wrapping both arms around you. He had his chin resting on your head, seeing the rest of the guys now looking your way. Yoongi mouthing out what the fuck did you do while Jimin responded nothing mind your business. 

“If I ever go overboard for whatever reason let me know and I’ll back off but if I can help you then I will and have no problems doing so okay?” He had mumbled all that next to your ear to not draw attention from everyone else. 

With a deep sigh, you mumbled out an okay and tried your best to go back to the dinner you and your friends were having. Jungkook had heard the entire exchange and he wanted to say something to make you feel slightly better but there was no way he could do that without feeling like he crossed a line by eavesdropping in your conversation. 

After a few moments the dinner had gone back to normal, all of you goofing around like you usually do, the guys including Jungkook in and making him feel like part of the group. When the time came to leave you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket so you slid it out to peek at the notification, momentarily confused when you saw Jungkook's name flashing on your screen when he was sat right across from you.

Regardless, you opened the thread of messages up and grinned when you read what he wrote.

Jungkook 8:45pm

Need help, Jisoo responded.

Jungkook 8:45pm

Can we go to your dorm?

Jungkook 8:45pm

Don’t want Tae to hear…

Right on cue, Taehyung slung his arm around your shoulders, not noticing how you locked your phone and slid it back into your pocket. All of you were now shuffling out of the restaurant, you and Taehyung in the middle of the swarm of your group that was now being reckless on the walk back to the dorms.

“Wanna go back to mine? I can try to get rid of Jungkook.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your head swiftly as he waited for your response.

You slid your arm around his waist as you nuzzled further into his side when the wind picked up, “Can’t, Jungkook and I actually have some planning to do for his project tonight.”

At the mention of his name you could see Jungkook's back tense up from behind and you already knew he was listening in to your exchange while pretending to be invested in the ruckus Jimin was currently doing.

“Oh, planning? Is that code for fucking?” Your cheeks warmed up at his words, your palm instinctively smacking his side, “Cause, to be honest I don’t know how I would feel about you and my roommate banging.”

“Oh don’t be like that, sharing is caring right?” You teased, enjoying the suggestive look that took over his face, “But no, no fucking. I mean it when I say we’re planning for a project.”

He sighed and said alright before dropping the conversation altogether. The walk back to campus took a few minutes, your group huddled by the statue on the front corner of the campus as you said your goodbyes and dispersed. Jimin hopped into an Uber before heading to his apartment, Jin took off in his car to his own place while Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung hooked arms and stupidly walked across the quad towards the boys dorms. 

You looked over at Jungkook, seeing him smile at the guys’ antics, his eyes moving back to you and seeing your hands motion for him to follow you to the girl’s dorms. 

“Hey Y/N, who's this?” Joy asked with a smile from behind the front desk, hands already sliding over the notepad used for off campus guests. 

“Oh, Jungkook. I’m a student here.” He slid out his wallet and handed her his student ID. 

She hummed as she filled out his info in a separate notepad before handing it back with a smile. “Okay, well Jihyo’s doing her rounds for guests at 11:40 so if you’re planning on spending the night I’d recommend hiding around that time.”

Jungkooks face started to turn a light shade of red at the implication of him spending the night and now he was wondering how many times Taehyungs had to hide in your dorm on the nights he never came home and it also clicked when you’d make a swift exit out of his and Taehyungs shared room for a few moments when Namjoon made his rounds before sneaking back in when you thought no one would notice.

“Thanks Joy!” You winked at her, hooking your arm around Jungkooks and dragging him away while she fluttered her fingers in a goodbye wave. 

When you entered the elevator you felt Jungkook finally exhale, “Wow, she’s pretty.” Was the first thing he said. 

You could only laugh in response, “Oh, I know. All the girls here are Jungkook, and I’m pretty sure they’d all let you smash if you knew how to ask them.”

And now his blushed cheeks were spreading to his ears as well, he could see it in the warped reflection the elevator doors were giving him. Could he really just ask them? He felt like that would be the quickest way to get slapped to next week. 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you took the lead and walked out, turning left as your hands slid out the keycard that was in the small pocket in your bag. As you entered your room you noticed Wendy was gone, her side completely spotless as normal and a cute post it note resting on your desk. 

Went out for dick and by dick I mean getting absolutely hammered and crying into my street tacos, won't be back until tomorrow so feel free to get your own dick down here all night xo

Jungkook read the note as well, quickly acting like he didn’t when he heard you giggling to yourself as you set your stuff down. His eyes roamed the room, seeing the cute touches you and your roommate have added, one of which was a giant polaroid wall on your side with plenty of photos of you and your friends.

“Okay,” you clapped your hands together as you walked in front of Jungkook and set your hands on his shoulders to force him to sit on your bed, “what’s going on with Jisoo?”

He slid his phone out silently, opening up their thread of messages and handing the device over to you. You grabbed it from him and flicked up to the top of the thread. 

Jungkook 3:12pm

Hey, its Jungkook. Thanks for the free coffee

Jungkook 3:12pm

And your number. 

Jisoo 4:30pm

Hi! Sorry I just got off work but you’re welcome anything for my favorite customer. 

You continued to scroll, seeing Jungkook and Jisoo making nice, innocent conversation with each other. Jisoo kept implying wanting to see Jungkook outside of the regular visits to the cafe while Jungkook was either very oblivious or just didn’t know how to ask her out. 

“Okay, she wants you to ask her out Jungkook. Why haven’t you?” You hand his phone back to him, seeing him fidgeting with his fingers at your question. 

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how to properly ask her. What's a good date suggestion?” You slipped your shoes off and shuffled up on your bed beside him, choosing to get comfy. 

“If you want something short and sweet, I suggest going out to lunch somewhere near campus. You guys can talk and get to know each other and you can get a feel for this before you decide if you like her enough to pursue something or if you’d be down for something casual with her.”

He sighs at that, laying back against your bed and using one of your throw pillows to cushion his head from hitting the wall. “Okay, and if I decide I want something casual how do I bring it up? And if she’s for it and tries to get physical how do I go about it?”

“Well for one, you’re not gonna bring it up on the first date. That kinda stuff shouldn’t be discussed on a first date, not unless theres an obvious connection. I do have to advise you though, if you just want something casual you can’t treat her like you want something more.”

His thick eyebrows furrow at this, “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I mean, if after this one date you decide you just wanna sleep with her or make it a friends with benefits kinda thing you can’t take her on dates or act like a boyfriend. Odds are she’s gonna be the one to ask you what you’re looking for and its very important for you to be honest. Thats how you avoid hurting someone.”

You’re gently patting his head at this, feeling him nod along to your words, “Also, in terms of how to act if she decides to get physical then you kinda act on instinct. I know you’ve only slept with one person before but what about kissing?”

He shakes his head at this, “Not much experience there either. I told you Y/N, I feel completely clueless and I know I shouldn’t care but I don’t wanna be dubbed as the guy that sucks at everything.”

A giggle leaves you at his statement, “Jungkook that’s not gonna happen. Kissing is like second nature.”

He slides the pillow out from behind him and covers his face to let out a groan into it, “Easy for you to say, you don’t understand how many times I have to listen to Taehyung brag about how great you are.”

“At kissing?”

“Yeah, and other things.” He trails off. 

All you can do is sit there and think over his words, part of you wants to suggest he go to a party with Taehyung and make out with random girls before he asks Jisoo out if he’s so worried about being bad at kissing of all things but you know he wont be up for it. Another part of you wants to suggest helping him learn, one on one, but you’re also not sure how he’d take that. Even though kissing was entirely innocent in your eyes you really don’t want to make Jungkook uncomfortable. 

“Look,” you start off, sliding the pillow off his face, “I can show you, if you want.”

The fingers that were strumming on his stomach freeze at your suggestion and you immediately think you fucked up. Until his head tilts to look at you, his eyes wide in curiosity, “Really?”

He sits back up to fully look at you, “Yeah, if you want to Jungkook.”

You don’t expect him to nod as quickly as he does but considering he’s eager to learn it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. “Please, as long as it’s not awkward for you.”

You shrug and say its not because it really isn’t, Jungkooks hot and kissing is your favorite pastime so you really dont mind. Plus considering you’re the one who suggested coaching him you kind of felt a tinge of responsibility to not let him go off with zero confidence with something as simple as kissing.

He could only sit there and you know he doesn’t know how to initiate it because of the position you’re in so you stand up and go to stand right in front of him. With the height of your bed and his height when you stand right in front of his sitting frame you’re only slightly taller than him. 

“Okay, lets start slow yeah?” He nods, his tongue running across his lips in anticipation. You nudge his thighs apart so you can slot between them more comfortably and gently rest your palms on his jaw, getting closer to him. 

“You can touch me, whatever feels natural okay?” He can only nod again, maintaining eye contact for a moment before looking down at your lips and seeing the smile on them. His eyes flutter closed when you finally press your lips together, his lips feel soft against yours and it only lasts a moment before you’re pulling away and his lips try to chase you back. 

“How was that?” He immediately asks, not noticing that his hands had found their way onto your hips. 

“Good, not too stiff. We’re gonna move on now, just try to follow what I’m doing.”

Your thumb traces his bottom lip before your hands go back to cupping his jaw gently. This time he closes the distance between you two, his lips slotting between yours easily with a little more pressure than last time. 

You test the waters, letting him get used to the actions of open mouth kissing, feelings his lips relax after a while. He lets out a small gasp of surprise once he feels the tip of your tongue lick the seam of his lips. The grip he has on your hips tighten and you give him a few more seconds to adjust before you take it further. 

One of the hands you have on his jaw slides down to grasp the hand on your hip and you drag it up so he could cup the back of your head. Your fingers dont leave his hand until he has a decent grip on your hair. 

His mouth opens up a little wider, letting you slide your tongue inside and his eyes slip open for a second at the new feeling. Its wet, and a little ticklish but the sound of your lips smacking together and the small groans of pleasure you both slip out are making a small fire light up inside him. 

The hand gripping your hair tightens up and he tugs gently, kissing you harder when he hears the small moan that leaves your mouth. Its pure instinct that has you swinging your legs over his thighs and straddling him on your bed, not noticing just how comfortable you’ve gotten until you find yourself grinding down onto him and thats when you stop. 

You pull back, a small string of spit pulling apart between your lips and he doesn’t seem to even notice your new position. His eyes are half lidded and his breathing is harsh and the way his tongue comes out to catch the spit on his lips makes you want to dive back in but you snapped out of it. 

“See, second nature right?” 

He finally seems to realize you’re on his lap when he looks down and sees how flush you are to him, “Yeah, want more practice though.” He doesn't give you time to respond before he’s using the hand still in your hair to pull you towards him again and this time he’s leading the kiss. 

He tilts his head and licks his way into your mouth, groaning when your tongues tangle together. He never realized how messy kissing could be but he thought it was hot. You can tell he wants to speed up but you keep your movements slow, knowing that the buildup is the best part, the feeling of your tongues playing tag or your tongue tickling the roof of his mouth before you pull back slightly to suck on his bottom lip. Those moments were always your favorite when it came to making out. 

Jungkook starts to grow more comfortable, both his hands now coming to grip the back of your head and the other sliding up right beneath your jaw as the kiss grows deeper. And that's when your hips start grinding down again, this time Jungkook notices it right away and he pulls back to let out a moan. 

“Sorry, is that too much?” Your lips are shiny and he can’t look away from them, “I know we said kissing but I didn’t really ask about this.”

His hands fall limp and just as you’re about to hop off they come back to life to rest on your hips, using them to slide you back across his lap, “No, I like it. Its uh, for the experience right?”

You nod at this, not giving it much thought because you just want to go back to kissing him. The logical side of you wanted to stop because you’re just supposed to be showing him the ropes on kissing on a first date and odds are Jisso’s not gonna hop on his lap in the middle of lunch in public and do this but the other side of you wants to see him fall apart underneath you and that part of you is winning. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” You let his hands control the motion of your hips while you go back to kissing him. The flavor of the chapstick he had on is all you can taste as the kiss grows more heated. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as you pull yourself even closer to him, speeding up the rocking of your hips and feeling Jungkook choose to place his palms on your back, wanting you just as close. 

The shudder of his breath fans across your face when he pulls back to let out another groan but you don’t want to pull your lips away so you trail them down his jaw until you reach the spot just under it when his jaw meets his neck. 

When he feels your tongue on his skin along with the gentle sucking he can’t help but rock his hips up into yours, “Oh fuck.” He keens, applying more pressure with his hands to encourage you to grind on him faster. 

“Feel good Jungkook?” You ask, nibbling on his skin softly before trailing your way back up to his lips, not slowing down the motions of your hips. 

“Yeah,” he gasps, his eyes are blown out and he knows hes about to cum in his pants like a teenager but he doesn’t care. “So good.”

“Good.” Is all you respond, your lips coming together again to resume the motion that seems familiar now. 

Jungkooks moans of pleasure are becoming more frequent and the feeling of him blowing his load right underneath you is making you embarrassingly wet, but right now its all about Jungkook. You can deal with your problem later. 

“Dont stop, please.” He breathes out between kisses, his eyebrows coming together when he feels his climax approaching. 

“You gonna cum?” You ask him, keeping your face close enough to his where you can feel his breath tickle your cheek at the proximity. 

“Fuck, yeah.”

You speed up your hips, grinding down a little harder and grabbing one of his hands again to grab your boob this time. He gives them an experimental squeeze, moaning again at the feeling of them. 

“C’mon Jungkook, you can cum.” His eyes are open now, looking directly at you and when he sees the fascination in your eyes at watching him fall apart he loses it, letting out a small wine as his body tenses up, his hips coming up to rut against yours as he rides out his orgasm. 

He drops his head forward to rest on your chest as you continue to grind against him to milk out the feeling, his body shuddering at every roll of your hips until he’s whimpering at the overstimulation. 

You still your hips and let him bask in the feeling, his back rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Jesus christ.” Jungkook pulls back from you, a dopey smile on his face that can be attributed to post orgasm bliss. “Does kissing always lead to that?”

“No, not always, but its fun when it does.” You smile back at him. His body is definitely loosened up now and just as you’re about to speak again a hard knock comes from your door. 

“Fuck, thats Jihyo making rounds.” Your arms are still around him but you know you need to answer the door before she uses her master key to unlock it for you. 

Jungkook groans quietly when you get off of him, any movement on his sensitive dick being too much for him to handle right now. He’s happy he chose to wear black pants and a shirt that will definitely cover the wet spot of cum because when you stand up off of him it is glaringly obvious what it is. 

The room door clicks as you slide it open and he sees you greet Jihyo with a smile, “Hey Y/N, he’s gotta be outta here in 5 minutes.”

Jungkook can only awkwardly sit on your bed as the exchange goes down, “Yeah, no problem. We were just working on a project.” He sees Jihyo look you up and down, noticing your swollen lips and disheveled hair before she looks at Jungkook who stupidly covers his lap with the pillow beside him. 

“Right. I’ll be back in a few to make sure he’s gone.” You nod before stepping back and shutting the door behind you. 

“Sorry about that, I forgot what time it was. Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?”

Jungkook stands up from his position, shaking his head at your offer. “No it’s fine. I really should get going now anyways, that essay for creative writing is due tomorrow and I need to finish editing it.”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” Your hands comes up to your face, your teeth going to chew on your fingernail as you think of having to edit the monstrosity of the essay you wrote while you were delirious with sleep. 

“Uh thanks for–“

“For giving you the best orgasm of your life? Yeah, no problem.” You wink at him, enjoying the flustered look that immediately takes over his face. 

He lets out a chuckle, happy that you’re not making this awkward, “Really though. Thank you.”

You can only shrug, “You should really text Jisoo though, she’s not gonna reject you and if you kiss her like that she’s definitely not gonna turn down any offer you give her.”

Jungkook doesn’t fully believe you but he knows he has to bite the bullet and do it. He gives you a hug and says goodnight before he shuffles out of your dorm and into the elevator. 

Now that he’s in a brightly lit place he once again looks at the warped reflection in the elevator doors, using it to fix his hair the best way he can and adjust his shirt and jacket to cover the wet spot on his crotch before he exits it. 

Joy spots him as hes about to leave and lets out a whistle, “Y/N take you for a wild ride huh?” She teases him and he blanks, not really knowing how to respond until the automatic excuse comes out, “We were working on a project.”

“Mhm, some project. Bye Jungkook.” She waves him off with a giggle, enjoying how flustered he gets. 

Jungkook all but runs across the quad, wanting to get out of the cold as well as into his room to slide out of his sticky ass underwear and pants. He uses his key card to open the dorm buildings doors, waving at Baekhyun before hopping on the elevator and making his way up to his floor. 

When he slides into his room he really wasn’t expecting to see Taehyung still awake, resting on his bed against the wall where the giant canvas of his ass was hung up. 

“Oh, hello.” Taehyung spoke up first, his eyes raking over Jungkook entirely. “How was the progress on your project?”

He knew Taehyung was asking an innocent question but Jungkook couldn’t help the pang of guilt he felt at it. He knew you and Taehyung weren’t together but he still felt like he was crossing a line by letting you give him an orgasm without his roommate knowing. Especially since Taehyung always boasted about the amazing orgasms you gave him, it almost felt like those were reserved for Tae only and he had just snatched one off the shelf.

“Oh, it was good.” He spoke up quietly, walking over to his closet to grab his pajamas, “Got a lot done actually.”

Taehyung had his eyes glued to Jungkook’s back as he rummaged in his closet. There was something off about him and he just couldnt put his hands on it until Jungkook slid off his jacket and shirt for his pajama shirt and turned around without a second thought to slide his pants off. 

“Dude!” Taehyund gasped in shock, his fingers pointing directly at Jungkook's cum stained pants. 

Jungkook looked down with wide eyes when he realized Taehyung could clearly see. “Did you catch a glimpse of Y/N’s tits when you were studying and busted a nut in your pants or what?”

Mm well no actually just good ole fashioned dry humping is what he wanted to respond with but he chose to deny until he died. “No! I spilled something on my pants at her dorm.”

Taehyung didn’t believe his horrible excuse for a second but didn’t want to continue to tease him, “Whatever dude, go shower. I don’t blame you, she’s hot I bust a nut just looking at her too, now imagine what her pussy feels like.”

Jungkook didn’t even want to respond to his raunchy comment, simply gathering his shower cubby and towel before leaving to go shower. Except now thanks to Tae he really couldn’t stop wondering what your pussy would feel like around his dick.

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[babybirdgyeom]

call your girlfriend | ijb

word count: 4k

pairing: jaebeom & reader

genre: angst, mentions of cheating, fluffy ending

summary: he knew what he was doing was wrong but how could it be when you made him feel so alive, like no one else ever could. maybe, it was time to break up with his girlfriend.

please read: i posted this imagine before but had to repost it because the link wouldn’t work. in this fiction, jb cheats on his girlfriend with the reader. i don’t want to romanticize cheating at all, i just really love the song and needed to write something angsty.

The last thing you would’ve expected tonight was Im Jaebeom in front of your door at two in the morning - of course, it wasn’t the first time he showed up unexpected at this late hour but this time the expression on his face was different and you immediately knew that he wasn’t coming around to spend the night with you like usually. Tonight there was no smile on his lips, he wasn’t happy to see you, instead the young man that you adored so much looked rather worried and worn out, an empty and exhausted expression on his face, his hand covering his mouth, deep in thought, as he didn’t even look at you, his eyes not daring to meet yours. Your favorite secret definitely came to you for something more serious this time and to be quite honest, you were afraid.

For a second the worst scenarios went through your head, all of them ending in you and Jaebeom going different ways. Was he coming to end things between you? Your heart immediately beat faster in your chest and you felt a strange and tingling feeling from inside, very different from the feelings you usually have when you see the handsome man that you were in love with. You knew that the moment of truth would come eventually, the day you two would part ways but nothing could prepare you for the pain that came with it.

When you first met him things still were innocent - he was just a boy to you and you were just a girl to him, two strangers at a party of a mutual friend that got along quite good and shared a drink, nothing more. To you, he was a good looking guy that you’ve heard of before and to him, you were this one childhood friend of Jackson, cute indeed, but he didn’t dare to think of you that way because he knew his girlfriend was waiting at home for him.

Jaebeom’s girlfriend, Eunhwa. They’ve been together since they were sixteen, one of these couples that clearly were going to get married and have children and grow old together - at least that was what everyone assumed. But after six years of being with each other Jaebeom started to doubt his relationship with her. He was more than thankful for her, she made him the man he was now as she was always right next to his side as he turned from the little boy in high school to the man he was by now. Still, he couldn’t help to think that maybe there should be more than that for him, they were both still so young and used to each other - maybe he just didn’t feel the same kind of love towards her that he used to. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was more than this out there, waiting for him. These thoughts were beginning to eat him up from inside and at first, he pushed them away, telling himself he was unthankful and she was the one for him, just like everyone always said. He got embarrassed and mad at himself every time a bad thought about their relationship came to his mind and eventually the whole situation became more than overwhelming to him. So one night, a few months ago, Jackson invited him to one of his famous house parties and Jaebum was more than happy to go, hoping he could distract himself a bit from the stress he was putting himself through. And he did find a distraction, just not in the way he would have thought.

As you first spotted him, Jaebeom caught your eye immediately - his clothes, his laugh, his hair - it would’ve been a lie to say he wasn’t attractive to you, he looked exactly like a guy should in your opinion - and you were sure you weren’t the only one mesmerized by his looks. But what really peaked your interest in him were his eyes: When you first looked into them that night, as he asked you if you could hand him the bottle of whiskey next to you, you felt like drowning in them - it sounds so cliché, you were well aware of that, but there was no point in lying to yourself, no eyes ever got you like those brown eyes of his. So you did what he asked you to - while you were handing him the bottle someone in the crowded kitchen, a very drunk guy you never saw before at this time (by now the same guy, Yugyeom, was a close friend of yours) managed to bump so hard against Jaebeom while dancing that it made him fall right on top of you. He froze for a second, looking down on you, his eyes not daring to wander down to where he spilled all the whiskey on your shirt.

“I think we should have dinner first.”, you said laughing, trying to get him off you so you could stand up and clean your cleavage.

He immediately relaxed when he heard your corny joke, happy you were not mad, and let out a small laugh too, “I’m truly sorry.”, he was taking you to the next sink, looking for a cloth he could give you.

Looking back at this memory now, you wondered if Jaebeom sometimes wished he didn’t meet you just so he could have avoided this disaster. You remember spending the rest of the evening close to him, wanting to know more and more about the mysterious guy that made your heart flutter, he was by far the most interesting person you’ve met in a long time - the two of you seemed to get along in no time, just as if you met years ago. Getting to know Im Jaebeom felt like catching up with an old friend. It started with all of you in a big group, playing some of those terrible games like ‘Never Have I Ever’ and you could feel Jaebum’s gaze on you every time you took a shot - later, as you had a bit too much to drink and felt dizzy, he accompanied you outside, holding your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall on the way out, laughing loudly at your clearly fucked-up state.

“Do you usually get this drunk? Who watches over you if I’m not there?”, you still remember him asking you, his sweet laugh echoing in your head. After sitting outside with him for about two hours of becoming more sober and having conversations about literally anything, stuff like your first pets and Jaebum telling you everything about his friends and how they met, the two of you went inside and danced with each other for another hour, wondering where he learned to move like that and thinking how adorable it was that he had so much fun dancing, almost carefree. Thinking of it now, not a lot of things you connected to Im Jaebeom felt carefree. 

As he left he wanted nothing more than to ask for your number - in general, he didn’t want anything as bad as your number in a long time. But he knew that would be a step too far, guilt was already creeping up to him because he talked to you the whole evening without telling you about the girl waiting for him at home, probably worrying because he hadn’t texted her all night. Not that there was something wrong with meeting someone new - it was the simple realization that he didn’t want you to know about her that made him feel like the worst man as he came home to Eunhwa that night, knowing that he didn’t cheat on her but still betrayed her in some weird way. She had been asleep already and Jaebeom looked at her for a moment, hoping to feel something. Something that made him want to stay, something that was not guilt, anger or sadness - but there was nothing. He stayed awake the whole night, fighting tears and mostly himself, which seemed to become routine by now.

Soon after that night, he decided that he needed to clear his mind and find out what he really wants. And he thought he did, he thought that what he wanted was to work on his relationship with Eunhwa - his goal to make not only her but also himself happy again. At least that was his goal until he saw you again, two weeks later, once again at Jackson’s, but this time in a less crowded and more private setting. Jackson invited his closest friends to a bbq at his house - and of course, you were there too, Jaebeom could’ve guessed that. As your eyes met and he saw you flashing him a smile, your eyes excited to see him again, he felt just as helpless, but deep down also relieved, again. It was only you, Jackson’s girlfriend, Jaebum and the other five boys of their group, a nice gathering of funny and lovely people.

“You know each other?”, Mark, another mutual friend you’ve known for quite some time, asked curiously as you hugged Jaebeom.

“Oh, he took amazing care of me at Jackson’s last party.”, you said laughing, happy that he was there too, just as you secretly hoped. 

As the night went on you sat beside him, once again giving him all of your attention - you couldn’t stop thinking about him since you last met him, wishing you would’ve asked for his number. Little did you know about Jaebeom’s girlfriend at that time, nor the fact that Jaebeom too couldn’t stop thinking about you, but he did it in secret, trying to avoid seeing your face in the back of his mind every time he closed his eyes.

The unlabeled thing with you and Jaebum slowly evolved within the next weeks, with you still unaware of Eunhwa and Jaebeom still feeling as guilty and excited at the same time as he always did with you. 

You found out about his girlfriend at the worst time possible. At another party of Jackson’s, this time you and Jaebeom texted each other before going.

Y/N: ‘You at Jackson’s tonight?’ Jb: ‘Need a ride? Let me pick you up.’

He was flirting with you all the time - through texts, in the car on the way to the party, he got you your favorite drink as soon as you arrived, he complimented your outfit, he was being the perfect gentleman - it seemed to be too good to be true. Later that night you two were outside once again, all alone this time, his hand resting on your waist as he came closer and you knew what was about to happen.

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”, you said confidently, not knowing the real reason he hesitated back then.

You saw the smirk on his lips and knew that at that moment the handsome boy was feeling the same exact thing as you. Jaebeom knew too by now - he knew he wanted you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he tried to fight it but he gave up as his lips moved closer to yours until they finally met and he was almost embarrassed about the feeling this kiss gave him. He hasn’t felt anything that strong in at least two years now, nothing Eunhwa did could compare to this simple but breathtaking kiss. As his hands found your hair he knew he had to break up with her. As his lips wandered down your neck he knew it made no sense to resist you anymore, he was too weak for that. As your hands found him he knew he met you for a reason. As you moved to sit on his lap as he deepened the kiss he knew that he caught some serious feelings for you, too deep to ignore them. And as he was just about to run his hand up your back, pulling you closer to him, making you feel him under you he realized that he couldn’t - he couldn’t lie to Eunhwa and you both.

He broke the kiss, breathless and wanting more, but needing to be serious and honest with you, afraid of destroying everything with you.

“I have a girlfriend.”, he blurted out, knowing there would be no right way to say this. Thinking about that moment now it still gave you a strong and uncomfortable feeling, as if you fell down a high cliff and just never arrived at the bottom, helpless and confused.

You thought you misheard for a second, letting out a chuckle - before realizing what he just said was true. Part of you wanted to slap him across the face, leaving right there. Another part of you wanted to not care, wanted to continue and forget what he just said. Yet another part was dissappointed in him, you thought you knew him - he didn’t seem to be a bad guy. But the biggest part of you wanted an explanation more than anything.

He closed his eyes in frustration for a second and let out a deep sigh before looking into your eyes, the pain in it hurt him more than the fact that he just cheated on his girlfriend, “I’m so sorry.”, he said, still holding you close to him on his lap, hoping you’d stay right there, “Not only for lying to you but also for doing this to her.”

You nodded slowly, not knowing how to handle the situation, “Why are you doing this to her then? I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”, you gulped as you felt his thumb drawing small circles on your back. 

Jaebeom looked concerned, looking for the right words to express his thoughts - he felt like you should know them all. “Her name is Eunhwa. I know her since my teen years, we’ve been dating for six years and I loved her so much.”, you noticed the use of past tense and it felt like a sword in your stomach, but you didn’t want to interrupt him, “I haven’t been happy with her in a long time but I’m too afraid to break up with her. She deserves someone who is excited to see her after a long day and cheers her up when she’s sad instead of how cold I have been treating her.”, you saw tears building up in his eyes but you still wanted to hear the rest he had to say, so you stayed quiet, trying to grab at least one clear thought.

“I didn’t know how to end things after everything we’ve been through. Nothing I do seems to be fair towards her and sitting here with you is by far the worst thing I could’ve done to her.”, he said, not meeting your eyes anymore, not even knowing what he was trying to say, he just said whatever came to his mind.

By now your voice was only a whisper, you didn’t feel offended at all, more hurt. “You still didn’t answer my question though.”, you said, turning your head towards his so he was forced to look at you for a second, hoping it would calm him down a bit. “Why did you flirt with me, texted me, even kissed me?”

He was surprised that you were even having this conversation with him when you could have just left him right there, “Since I saw you at Jackson’s the first time I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to stop myself from thinking of you, looking at your pictures or even text you but I couldn’t.”, he confessed and you were, somehow, not surprised at all. You felt the same way about him since the beginning and you always got the same vibe from him. The thought of his girlfriend sitting at home, probably wondering where they went wrong made you sick, like you needed to vomit. You never wanted to be that woman, ever. Guilt and panic rushed over you but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret kissing him.

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you”, Jaebeom suddenly interrupted your thoughts, making you look at him, “I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”, the way he said it so casually send a thousand emotions through your body, as if you didn’t feel enough already, “I want to try being with you, getting to know you better, take you out and introduce you to the friends you haven’t met yet.”

“But you can’t.”, you said, knowing where this conversation was going while you got up from his lap and sat down next beside him again, “You have a girlfriend.”, you said, more to yourself than to him, realizing what it really meant. He shouldn’t say those things to you and you shouldn’t feel these things for him.

“I don’t love her anymore.”, he said, a bit surprised himself because he never admitted it before, not even to himself, “I’m hooked on you, (y/n).”

“Will you stay with me tonight?”, you asked him, not knowing what was going on with you or why you asked that, despite feeling bad and guilty.

Ever since then Jaebeom and you met in secret, texted each other lovely messages in secret, fell in love in secret. Those memories leave you breathless as they all appear in your mind at once as you saw Jaebum standing in your door. It’s been three months since you met each other, which is nothing compared to the time he knows Eunhwa for.

You looked at his beautiful face, waiting for him to say something but nothing came out of his mouth, his eyes were still glued to the ground. Slowly the tension was killing you.

“Jaebeom.”, was all you could say at that moment but it was enough for him to finally look up from his feet and into your eyes. As soon as your eyes met you saw them filling up with tears. “What happened?”, you asked quietly, your voice cracking.

Unable to answer you he rushed into hugging you, pressing you close to his body, one arm fully wrapped around your waist as the other was holding your head, pressing it against his chest. “I told her now.”, he said, his mouth very close to your ear, his voice just as small and quiet as yours before, “I just did.”

You immediately remembered last Friday as he said it - he was at your house, coming straight to you after work like usually, telling Eunhwa he had to work late, and not leaving until midnight. Your relationship with him was more than an affair by now, more than just sex. He talked to you about everything, held you close to him at all times, holding your hand, cooking for you - it was delusional of you to say it was almost perfect, considering the fact that you couldn’t be together. That night, after a steamy shower session you both were cuddled under a blanket in your bed, his head resting on his hand as he studied your face and his thumb was caressing your cheek. “You make me feel so safe.”, he said, looking deep into your eyes.

No question, you loved hearing him say those things but you felt uncomfortable after such a long time of secretly being with each other. Risking it all, you decided to confront him. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”, you said, sitting up a bit.

His eyes still were locked with yours as he slowly nodded, “I think it’s about time too, (y/n). I’m absolutely and foolishly in love with you.”, he said, feeling nervous, hoping you’d feel the same way even though it was quite obvious, for what reason would you put up with him otherwise? - he continued, “It has been pretty clear to me from the start. I didn’t expect things to go this way at all, you know that. What about you?”

“Tell Eunhwa, Jaebeom. I think it’s time you talk.”

He sighed, knowing you were right. In the last month, he had barely seen Eunhwa, nor talked to her. “I just don’t know how.”

“Don’t lie to her. Tell her about how you did her wrong, that you met somebody new and that she needs to move on and find someone better, someone, that can give her what she deserves.”

After the talk that night you hadn’t heard from him in over a week. Of course, you decided to give him time and rethink everything, he always felt very sorry towards Eunhwa. After a few days, you thought about calling him but decided you shouldn’t. You weren’t in the position to. He never meant to hurt no one but for a second you wondered if he would really leave her for you or if he didn’t call because he decided he couldn’t.

So, as he just told you, that he broke up with Eunhwa you felt terrible, you know it wasn’t really your fault they broke up - in his heart Jaebeom was long gone, but in the end, you still were the homewrecker.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. Every now and then you heard Jaebeom sniffing, he was definitely crying. It wasn’t the first time he was crying in front of you since he often felt troubled in this situation.

A few minutes later you found yourself in your kitchen, making Jaebeom a tea to call him down a bit. He was sitting on your kitchen table, watching your every move until you sat down beside him, placing two cups in front of you. His hand immediately found yours, squeezing it tightly. Even though his eyes were swollen from crying he seemed to be slowly relaxing, by now he unclenched his jaw and relaxed his eyebrows stopped flinching.

“How do you feel?”, he asked you, bring your linked hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

You scoffed a bit, “You’re concerned about how I feel? How do you feel, Jaebeom?”, it was funny to you that he still was worried about you even though he clearly was the miserable one right now.

“I just want you to feel good.”, he said sincerely, looking into your eyes and giving you a small smile before sniffing once again.

“How did she react?”, you asked what concerned you the most.

Now Jaebum let out the desperate chuckle, shaking his head a bit, “Terrible.”, he shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to say, “We both cried a lot like you probably already guessed. But that really doesn’t matter now, baby.”

Like a high school girl you felt yourself blushing at the baby, he never called you that before. “God, I hate that. Please don’t do that.”, you said laughing.

He immediately joined your laughter, his face lighting up a tiny bit, making you feel all tingly again, this time in a good way though.

“Oh. I’m sorry to tell you,” he said and paused for a second as he pushed you closer to you, his lips finding your forehead, “From now on I’ll not hold back anymore.”

Within seconds you and Jaebeom were kissing each other deep and passionate and through it all you could feel a smile on his face. As he picked you up to carry you to the bedroom he stopped every now and then to talk to you.

“It feels so good to kiss you like this.”, he said first before immediately kissing you again, giving you no time to answer.

A few seconds later he was giving your nose a kiss, “Let’s go to a restaurant tomorrow, I can’t wait to take you out properly.”

As he let you down onto your bed he looked so satisfied and happy, his kisses became soft and slow as he kissed down your neck and towards your cleavage.

“(Y/N). I love you.”, he said for the first time, looking up at you, “I always knew. But I am so, so, so relieved and lucky I can finally say it out loud. I’ll never leave this bed again.”

You let out a laugh as your hand run through his hair, “I won’t let you leave again.”

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American Country Love Song - Jack Hoskins x Reader (The Outsider)

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I’m not gonna lie I was kinda blown away by your responses! I got inspired again - so, here’s a fic with a 24 hour turn around time! I hope you enjoy this one just as much 🥰💜 Thank you so much for all your kind words!

Author’s Note: Here we are again! You really all outdid yourself last fic, I have to say, I was blown away by the response I got. I’m so happy to find more people that love him!! (I certainly have more ideas in the works-!)

We changed the lyrics to this beauty by Jake Owen!

Disclaimer: The Outsider & The Outsider HBO (+ all associations) not mine / lyrics not mine / one again I capped the cap (I always like those kinda arty not looking at the camera shots when I cap and Jack is no different)  Premise (Well. I guess it’s a snapshot fic, there’s not much ‘Premise’): It’s essentially one of those “the 5 times that...” Fics. So, may I present to you, Five different kisses - by Jack Hoskins.

Words: 2874

Warnings: Hmmm... slight sexual Pre-Amble

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Wonderin' who's gonna kiss who first, you know what I'm talkin' about Hey baby what you doin' tonight? It's butterflies and Bud Lights Under the stars and on the stripes of a beach towel in a spring break town It's playin' in the night air, through the speakers all night long Couple kids just livin' that American country love song It's one last kiss in the driveway Hey radio DJ, can you play that song that she loves So I can turn it up, and maybe turn her on An American country love song In every town and every place There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance And find a way to run away with her heart In the back of an old Ford truck In the bar just lookin' for love In a pair of oh my blue eyes Let them fireworks start That American Country love song Ain't never gonna quit playin' on and on and on, and on So let's raise a glass Cheerleaders and quarter-backs Cowboys and country girls All around this small town world To the same old pick up lines We've tried a million times All the bad and good as it gets To the ones that you ain't met yet In the bar just lookin' for love In a pair of oh my blue eyes Let them fireworks start That American Country love song Ain't never gonna quit playin' on and on and on

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Your first kiss was never particularly how you might have envisioned it. Even though it also shouldn’t have surprised you. Jack Hoskins was a drinker, and your little bar happened to be one of his favourites. He didn’t always arrive sober, but you liked it best when he did. Then you could control his measures and at least try your best to look after him. You always worried that if he got too drunk he wouldn’t come back. He opened up to you pretty easily; and soon enough you knew his life story. Sometimes you thought he aught not to be telling you the things he was, but you wouldn’t stop him – only listen. That was all Jack needed, still, he kept coming back and you wanted to give him something back, so you told him a little about yourself – and started to have real conversations about things. It was always nice to see him. You weren’t sure if you should, but you always looked forward to him coming around. And with the way Jack was, it was always bound to happen. You had yet to need to point at your sign and say “I have the right to refuse to serve you.”, Jack always seemed to behave here – but you’d heard enough stories around town, from friends of yours that also owned and tended bars, that this wasn’t normal. You didn’t know if he’d been banned from any full stop, but you did know that the weird little strip club only let him in because he was a member of Cherokee City PD. Tonight though he was in one of his worse moments, and it was shot after shot after shot. The only reason you didn’t cut him off was because it was so close to closing time. He would have to leave soon anyway; what worried you is he’d find somewhere else open. Jack’s truck was in the parking lot and there was no way in hell you were about to let him go driving. “…I’ll be fine!” “Jack! You’re slurring your words! I’ve called you a taxi!” You’d also like to point out to him that you were having to support him as he staggered across the parking lot. “Well what about you-!?” “I can drive just fine – do you need anything from your truck? House keys? Anything?” “No.” “Okay…” You breathed, thankful, continuing towards the parked up taxi. “Now before you do anything stupid, give me your keys.” “What-!?” “It’s for your own good, hand ‘em over.” Jack grumbled, but didn’t put up any more fight than that as you pocketed them. You told the taxi driver his address, to make sure it was clear (and Jack wasn’t about to start bar hopping), and opened the door for him. “You gonna be okay?” “I’ll be fine.” Unfortunately you didn’t doubt this wasn’t new to him. “Good, I’ll bring the truck back tomorrow. I’m not sure you’re gonna be all that fit to drive with a hangover.” There was momentary silence, nobody moved, even though he should be getting in the cab and going home. Instead Jack tilted his head, blinking. “What?” He continued to stare, and you looked around you, “What? What’s wrong?” You weren’t uneasy; Jack never made you feel uneasy. He laughed, “Nothin’.” “Then what is it?” Jack’s laugh continued, “You’re just… you’re really beautiful.” You raised both your eyebrows and tilted your body, arms folded, “Okay- get in the cab! You’re clearly very-” You didn’t manage to finish the sentence before he pulled you in, lips on yours. You froze when you shouldn’t have. You should have pushed him back, told him to stop. He was drunk, and you could taste an amalgamation of liquor on his lips. You didn’t want him to stop. But you were aware of the cab meter running and pulled away, heart racing; fast – too fast. You were taking deep breaths and blinking furiously. “J-Jack, get in the cab and go home. Please?” before you do something else you might regret… “Y- Y/N!” “Please?” Yet you took his hands; “I’ll see you soon, okay?” “Y/N!” You turned from the cab and hurried across the parking lot as he called after you – but by the time you’d turned back, the car was pulling away – so at least you know he was heading home. You didn’t leave the bar until much later than you envisioned – the buzz of alcohol remained on your lips, and you couldn’t get the feel of his body against yours - arms around you, hands on your back – out of your head. Maybe he wouldn’t remember tomorrow; you weren’t sure if you’d be disappointed if he didn’t. You’d surely find out. When you pulled the black RAM Truck smoothly into the unoccupied parking space by his apartment, and the electronic voice told you you’d reached your destination, it was late morning. You peered around as you stepped out; this wasn’t an area of Cherokee City you knew too well; but it looked like a good neighbourhood. You were glad of that much at least. By the time you had ascended the stairs to his apartment Jack was at the door; half opened and peering shyly at you. “Hey!” You were cheerful, in no way did you want this to be an awkward interaction. “Hi…” Jack seemed hesitant, “How are you?” “I can’t complain, how’s the hangover?” You grinned “Believe me I’ve had worse.” “Mmm…” You nodded, thinking ‘well that’s good!’ probably wasn’t the best phrase to use. You held out his keys, “I think you’ll find she’s still in perfect condition!” “Right.” He chuckled, “Thanks!” “You’re welcome. Better this than any other scenario, right?” By the look on his face you thought you probably shouldn’t have let that slip out either. “Yeah… I guess…” He looked to the keys, “Well, wait, what about you – how you gonna get home?” “Oh,” You gave a shrug, “Call a cab – it shouldn’t be too bad!” He pointed behind him, “Do you – do you want to use my-?” “No!” You waved your mobile at him, “I’m covered, but, thank you!” Jack nodded, biting his lips together, and you waited for the sentence you could see him fighting to say; “I’m- I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Last night, I was drunk and I-” You cut him off with a shake of your head, and small knowing smile; “Don’t be.” Before Jack had a chance to respond you held your hand up in goodbye and started back towards the stairs, “See you around Jack! You’re welcome!” “Y- Y/N!!” He called after you and this time you did stop at the top of the stairs. Jack had let your response sink in, and there was a pink tint to his cheeks, “Would… would you like to stay, for a bit?” Your little smile slowly became a grin, and this time you expected the response your heart gave you; “I would love to.” *** If you thought him going on cases was bad for you, then him going away hunting was ever so slightly worse. Depending on timing; but usually he was gone for around a week. At least on cases it might be hours; but that always made you jumpy because cases could be just as dangerous. And sometimes Jack found himself in dangerous situations. You didn’t want to lose him now. Sometimes he’d invite you out with him but, you both knew that was little more than courtesy. You didn’t really want to go, and it was unlikely you ever would. Still, it was sweet of him to ask and you always made sure to decline politely. Sometimes you might even smile and add; “Next time!” Jack did let you help him pack for his trips, and that was at least enjoyable – the faster you packed, the faster he went, the faster he was back to you… - but then again, loading it all into his truck wasn’t. You sat on the tailgate of the truck swinging your legs with a small pout, this wasn’t a long trip – but it was a nice day, and your friends were having a nice summer BBQ. Jack had pretended to think it over very carefully, but you both knew where he’d be happiest. That didn’t make you any less downhearted that he’d be missing it. He loaded the last of his things and turned to you, still sitting there. “A’right, sweetheart, lets shut this back up.” “Aw…” You slipped off and watch him lock the hatch back in place, “Do you have to go?” You always whined at him like this with a jokey smile “Would that I could stay.” He gathered you in his arms, making you laugh, “Ah no – I know when you’d rather be out there than with me!” “Not at all!” Though Jack couldn’t help but laugh with you, “You know I’d much rather stay here!” “Yeah, yeah!” You cupped his face and pushed up on your toes to place your forehead gently to his; “Stay safe, okay?” “I will.” “Check in, even if it’s just when you get there.” “I will!” “And come back to me-!” “Baby…” He gave you an are you serious?! look, “I’ll be back – tonight!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before you pulled him to your lips, winding your arms around his neck. “Still doesn’t seem soon enough to me!” Jack only smiled as he pulled you into a tight hug, pulling you from the ground, “I promise, it’s not gonna be as long as it feels.” “I’ll miss you.” “You will not-!” He scoffed, “You have your friends, go have a good time!” Jack placed you back on the floor and stole another quick kiss, before he rounded the truck and jumped into the driver’s seat. You backed away as he started it up and wound down the window, “You can say Hi from me, if you like?” “I’ll make sure to tell Ralph how much you were gutted you were gonna miss him-!” Jack couldn’t help but laugh hard at that; “Oh, okay, I see how it is!” You gave a wink, before blowing him a kiss, “Go on! Go enjoy yourself without me!” “Awww-!” He reversed onto the road, “That’s so hard!” Jack’s clear sarcasm had you laughing, “Shut up!” “I love you!” You shook your head; “I love you too-!” He gave a final wave, with a wink of his own; “Later sweetheart.” Yeah you’d miss him, and you’d worry about him. But Jack was right, he’d be back soon. By all accounts this was a short one. Besides, you had a party to get ready for! *** From time to time however, he’d use his precious few vacation days on you, and you would get to go on a real holiday together. Sure, Florida was only one state over but it afforded pretty beaches and still wasn’t Georgia. You would much rather be with him out here than close to Cherokee City, where they could just call him back and away from you. Jack was always so much more relaxed too, holding hands with you and walking down a beachside boardwalk. He looked happier too, and that was important. The sunset was just beginning and you’d had yet another amazing day out here, winding yourself around his arm and fingers laced with his, you talked softly as you made your way back to the hotel. You didn’t know how many days you had left; you didn’t want to dwell on it. Time wasn’t a construct if you managed to pull him away from work. Jack was probably thinking on it, in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t saying it out loud – or letting it affect him. A fact for which you were grateful. “You look beautiful.” He murmured, as if he hadn’t been musing this all evening since you’d put this sundress on. But it was the way he was saying it now, in the quiet of the evening, that really made you blush and giggle. “Stop it!” “What, no! You do – you should let me say it, you deserve to hear it…” You squeezed his arm a little tighter and rested your head against his shoulder shying away from his face; “Well, thank you…” then you did look to him, with a small smile, “You look particularly handsome tonight.” He scoffed, “Yeah alright, that’s enough from you.” “NO…!” You untwined from him and stepped so you were ahead of him; fingers still linked with his; “Why shouldn’t I be allowed to tell you that?” “It just ain’t true. At least what I said was true-!” You frowned, eyes narrowed, pulling him closer as you slowed to lean up against the railing; “Don’t you presume to tell me what I can say is fact, Jack Hoskins.” “She says.” “Don’t you start…” You ran your hands up his chest, before drawing him in by the collar of his shirt. Jack placed his hands either side of your body; you were perfectly framed by the setting sun – and if he’d thought you looked beautiful before… “You should just let me love you.” “Don’t I?” “You can be a little awkward about it.” “Oi-!” But you weren’t about to let him finish the thought as you tugged him into a kiss. Fierce enough to shut him up, gentle enough to entice him into kissing you further. His hands ran down to your hips and lifted you up to sit on the rail. You had to steady yourself against his shoulders with a small gasp, but he supported you delicately. Kisses becoming soft and romantic against the appropriate back drop. He tasted like sunshine and summer, the salt from the beach and sea air; perfect and everything you wanted. He kept his hands balancing you as he pulled away, blue eyes shining to match the sea as they were bathed in late sunlight. Slowly Jack wound his arms around you, placing his head gently to your chest to listen to your heart and closed his eyes. You smiled, comfortable in his embrace, running a hand through his hair before resting them around his shoulders, turning to look back out to sea. “It sure is beautiful tonight…” “You should see it from where I’m standing.” You chuckled, “I guess it can’t be too bad, huh?” His arms tightened around you; “As long as you’ll let me stay.” You grinned, turning back to him, and embracing him fully, “As long as you like.” ***

It wasn’t always sweet and romantic. No relationship was, after all. Sometimes you just needed him. Sometimes those kisses were hot and heavy and your breathing was short and sharp. Tonight was no exception, sitting on your kitchen counter with Jack between your legs. It might have started with a sweet kiss, but it wasn’t staying that way as you ran through the buttons on his shirt. His kisses were hot and heavy and everywhere on your skin he placed them burned like contact from fire. You just wanted more, and more, and more… His hands gripped your hips and pulled you forward; you gasped at the friction but you craved it. Winding your legs around his waist, your lips found his again as you pushed his shirt from his shoulders. His bite of your lip was not gentle and you gasped again, tilting your body away from him. Jack went for your neck, hands running under your own shirt. “Jack… Jack please…” you whispered, “Jack, I need you…” You felt him smirk against your skin as he continued his trail of kisses, shuddering as his teeth graved your skin. “Jack-!” His lips found yours again as your shirt found the floor and you whined against the travel of his hands, and then moaned louder as his hips ground against yours; “J-JACK!” He only chuckled, kissing you again; you didn’t exactly need to tell him how much you desired him; “Hush, baby.” If his tone of voice wasn’t making you shiver you’d almost call it soothing, “I know what you want…”  His next kiss was teasing, an almost kiss that ghosted your lips and he held you back from the gratification of a real kiss, “and I’ll give you what you want…” Jack found your neck once more as he moved his hand between you. Your body immediately arched into his as you cried out; cheeks flushed and suddenly his kisses seemed even hotter than before. “Just be patient…”

***

You didn’t ever want this to end. It was comfortable, you felt safe. For the first time in years you felt home… as if you were finally with the person who was meant for you.

Like the quiet night in bed together, lying on your backs as if you were in a field looking at stars, his hand clasped around yours, the feeling of the warmth of his body. When Jack shared his dreams with you. When you started formulating dreams of your own, when they included him. When you saw your future... that kiss was sweet and innocent - but full of promises; these ones to be kept. Like the ring around your finger.

The beginning of the rest of your life together...

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Thank you for enjoying these so much! It’s very sweet of you all! 😘😘😘😘

He’s fun to write when I get inspired for him..!

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The intern | 10: Birthday parties part II

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): intern!au / fluff / mild angst Group(s): NCT / Red Velvet Pairing(s): Moon Taeil x fem!reader Summary: The new Elysion Publishings intern is the youngest they ever had. It’s not a problem until she grabs the attention of the IT guy. Warning(s): Age-gap of five years [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

My phone rings as we ─ Johnny, Taeyong, Wendy, Taeil, and I ─ walk out of the office and I see it’s Mark. A smile spreads on my face as I answer my phone.

“Hey hey”, I say, my voice cheerful. The others look at me surprised at my sudden switch to English I always do with Mark.

“Yo. How’s you’re birthday going?”, he questions, a smile obvious in his voice.

“Meh”, I shrug, “it was okay. Got a lot of ‘happy birthday’-s.”

Johnny and Wendy look at me with weirdly and I mouth ‘Mark’. Wendy frowns and shakes her head, her eyes telling me to hang up.

“Do you wanna hang-out tonight? Eat pizza, play some videogames or watch a movie? Since it’s your birthday, you know”

I pout. “I’m sorry, my dude. I’m already going out with my friends and sing some karaoke.” I run a hand through my hair with a sigh.

Mark whines loudly. “But I wanted to hang out!” He shuffles around. I can only imagine him wildly throwing around his limps, just throwing a hissy fit in general.

“What if... you’re coming with us?”

“No!”, yells Wendy in protest. Oh right, I forgot they’re cousins.

Mark chuckles at the protest of his older cousin. “Sounds fun. Where y’all meeting up?”

I look at Johnny and he signs me to give my phone.”We’re going to Suyi’s Karaoke Bar before eating somewhere.” He hums and nods a couple of times before giving me back my phone.

“So I’ll see you there.” Mark’s voice sounds cheerful.

I say goodbye to him and end the call. As I pocket my phone, Wendy looks at me sourly.

“I can’t believe you invited him! I already see him like every other week.”

I roll my eyes. “If things worked out between him and me, you wouldn’t see him ‘like every other week’.” I make air-quotations as I say the last part.

“Wait, what?”, butts Taeil in with wide eyes. He pushes Taeyong away to rush next to me.

“Well...”, I trail off.

“She and Wendy’s cousin, Mark, went on a date a month or two ago”, interrupts Taeyong with a glare towards the eldest.

“Yeah!”, smirks Johnny. “Isn’t he the same age as you? Born in ‘99?”

I glare at the two boys, seeing right through their attempts to make Taeil jealous. And from the look of it; it’s kinda working. Taeil chews angrily on his bottom lip and he balls his hands in firsts.

I frown. He has nothing to be jealous of. Mark and I are just friends. It weirds me out thinking about being more than friends with him. My choice of ignoring the whole thing is the best choice I made. The conversation picks up again with Johnny and Wendy being idiots.

We soon arrive at the karaoke band and we see Mark leaning against his bike. I yell his name and rush towards Mark. He looks up from his phone and hugs me once I reach him. He spins me around and I laugh loudly.

“Look at you being an adult now.” He wipes away a fake, non-existing tear and I punch his shoulder.

“Don’t act as if you’re not two months older than her.” Wendy laughs in a teasing way with a grin.

We go into the karaoke bar and Taeyong walks up to the desk. He says that he has a reservation on the name of ‘Lee’ and the guy behind the desk nods as he types away.

He leads us towards some privet room and explains how everything works to us. From choosing the songs to calling assistance.

I hang up my coat on one of the hooks and let myself fall on the couch. Wendy drapes herself next to me and says her arm over my shoulder.

“You’re going to duet with me, no matter what”, she whispers in my ear and I nod with a giggle.

“Of course! With who else am I going to sing Truth Hurst?”

After singing our hearts out and duetting with almost everyone, we walk laughing out of the bar. 

“So, what’s next?”, questions Mark as he puts his hands in his pockets. 

“Well, we were going to eat somewhere...” I throw Wendy a pleasing look, Mark joining me.

“Fine! He can come. But I want no whining, no screaming, and definitely no flirting”, she says as if she’s talking to a toddler. 

Mark just smirks and throws an arm over her shoulder. “When did I ever do that, dear cousin?”

“Well...”, trails Wendy off and starts to list the times he was basically a child during past family gatherings.

As we walk, I see Taeil walking far in the back. “Are you okay?”, I question and start to walk next to him. 

“Hm? Oh, yes.” He smiles at me, but I’m not convinced. 

I grab his hand and pull him with me, so we’re closer to the group. “No sulking on my birthday, mister.” I swing our linked hands back and forth between us and hum some song that we sang earlier.

“Can I... can I ask a question?” Taeil licks his lips and looks at me. 

I nod with a slight smile. We start to walk a little slower so we’re out of hearing distance of the group.

“Do you like Mark?”, he asks bluntly with his face beet red. 

I chuckle softly under my breath. “Oh yeah! He is such a great friend. We connect really well since we’re only a couple months apart and we both speak English.”

“Not like that. Do you like-like him.” 

I stop and look Taeil in his eyes. “Are you asking me if I have romantic feelings for him?”

He nods and I scrunch my nose in disgust. “Ew gross! He’s more like a brother than anything else. Oh my god.” I shiver thinking about it.

A sigh of relief leaves Taeil’s lips and he squeezes my hand lightly. We pick our pace back up so nobody noticed we were gone for just a smidge.

“Ready to fill our stomachs!”, cheers Taeyong as he pushes the door open of the Korean BBQ place. We take a seat around a table fit for five people. 

A waiter comes and takes our orders. We order all different kinds of meats and side dishes. And of course, Soju.

I am placed between Johny and Taeil, with Taeyong seated between de cousins in front of me. 

“Wait, so, don’t tell me this is your first time eating k-bbq”, asks Wendy while throwing a shot of Soju behind. 

I shrug. “I never had the chance. Eating alone is never fun, so why would I go without anyone?”

“Except those three am ramen trips.” Mark gives me a knowing look and we giggle.

“Okay, something is going on with the both of you and you guys have to spill it”, muses Johnny with folded arms.

“It’s nothing, really. We just hung out a lot the past couple of weeks. (Y/n) is a very bad sleeper and I game until late, so we planned these late-night trips to the grocery store and ate ramen so neither of us has to go alone”, says Mark with a smile.

I giggle. “Yeah. We live in the same neighbourhood and the closed grocery store is only a five-minute walk. Two if you run.”

“Wait. Do you live in that new-build block? Four streets behind his?”, asks Wendy as she leans backwards, almost falling off her chair if it wasn’t for Taeyong.

“Yup. The apartments are surprisingly spacious for what the rent is. I think that’s why Mr. Kim placed me there.”

The group stops. “THE BOSS PAYS FOR YOUR HOUSING?!”

I flinch a bit. “I mean... yeah? I get paid less than the other interns because of that.”

“Now I really want to see your place”, hums Taeyong and the others agree. 

“I mean, we can stop by a grocery store after we’ve eaten and buy some food and drinks and hang out at my place.”

The group agrees as we stuff our faces with delicious food. I bite my lip. I just hope I cleaned my apartment enough.

With our arms filled with snacks and booze, we enter the lobby of my apartment complex.

“Good evening, Mrs Choi”, I greet the old lady that lives on the ground floor next to the staircase.

“Good evening, child. I see that you brought some friends”, she notes and I smile. 

“Yeah, we’re celebrating my birthday today. Sorry in advance if we’re making too much noise.” I bow slightly with a small smile.

Mrs Choi chuckles. “Go and be young, child.” She waves us off before entering her apartment. 

“Such a cute little lady”, says Johnny with a smile as we walk up the stairs. 

“She’s the sweetest. She helped me settle in and makes wonderful kimchi.” I fetch my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door.

“I don’t think I have enough slippers for all of us...”, I mumble, removing my shoes. I lead them into my apartment and place the food and drinks in my kitchen. 

“Just... seek a place around the living room. I’ll grab bowls and glasses for us.”

“I’ll help you!”, chirps Wendy as he follows me in the kitchen. She opens the fridge and a gasp leaves her lips. “Are you serious?! There’s only one thing in your fridge!” She grabs one of the ice tea packs from my fridge and I chuckle awkwardly as I scratch the back of my head.

“I told my mom that I missed my favourite brand of ice tea so she sent like twelve litres of it. She also sent my favourite type of candy.” I open up up a cabinet above me and shove the stacks and stacks of candy.

Wendy laughs loudly. “You’re a child.”

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Happens Like That-Jim Halpert-Chapter 2

Summary: Jim Halpert and Melissa Ford have been best friends since he started at Dunder Mifflin in 1999. Now that a camera crew is following the employees around so they can film a documentary, do they finally tell each other their feelings? Or do they just let them go? Either way, what will become of these two best friends? 

Warnings: Cussing and Smut in later chapters.

Words: 4890

Tag List: @you-a-southpaw-doll @elskinner45 @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

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Melissa’s POV - Same Day, Just Later in the Evening

By the time I get home, half an hour has already passed since I clocked out and left work.  I’m still going to Jim’s house but I wanted to change into something more comfortable. I walk upstairs to my room and change into a tank top and a pair of jeans before I look in the mirror. I brush my hair quickly before putting on a pair of sneakers.

I smile when I see how good I look, and feel proud of myself. I make sure everything is in place and that I look comfortable and ready to hang out, but also making sure I don’t look like I tried too hard. This isn’t the first time I’m going to Jim’s  house. About a year after he started at DM, we started hanging out almost every day of the week. 

We have our routine, doing things we both enjoy. And, most of the time, as long as we’re hanging out, we’re doing something we enjoy. He’s just about the only person I hang out with. Mondays, we sit together and watch basketball, nine times outta ten, it’s at his place since he has the DVR and the bigger TV. 

I’m not a huge basketball fan, but I watch the Philly 76ers with him so we have a chance to hang out. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve come to understand certain things about the sport and appreciate it ‘cause it means I get to spend time with Jim. Since I’ve started getting more into basketball, Jim has offered and has been teaching me how to play for going on three and a half months now. 

It’s been fun, and I might’ve not been the best at the beginning, but I’m getting better! Tuesdays...well, those are our taco nights. We get together at my house and make tacos, usually watching a movie afterwards. Sometimes, we try new types of tacos, or we stick to the good old fashioned ones, like beef tacos, which just so happen to be my favorite, with some guacamole on the side. 

One time, Jim suggested that we try shrimp tacos...let’s just say that didn’t turn out too well and we ended up going to taco bell that night. It was a learning experience, to say the least. Fridays are our movie and dinner nights, with us switching houses every other week. One week it’ll be my place and I pick the movie while he picks what we’re having for dinner. 

The next week, it’ll be at his place and he picks the movie, leaving dinner up to me. This week just so happens to be a little different. I couldn’t make up my mind on what I wanted for dinner, so we agreed I’d pick the movie and he’d get dinner, but we’d still have it at his place. After our movie ends and dinner has been cleaned up, we usually spend the night at the other’s house, just sleeping, nothing more...yet... hopefully one day. 

If I stay at his place, he offers me his bed while he sleeps on the couch. I felt bad the first few times, but he assured me it’s ok. At my place, he insisted I keep my bed and he sleeps on the couch. We do this every Friday night  because on Saturdays we go to the local bar and have a few drinks. And it���s better to go to one destination and be safe than go to two and possibly get hurt in one way or another. 

So, I guess technically, we spend two nights a week together, but we don’t ever cross that line. Yet. The other days of the week are random. Usually, it just depends on how tired or busy we are after work. Sometimes, we’ll hang out, and other times, we’ll just part ways at our cars and go home or run errands or whatever it is we need to do. 

To be honest, if I’m not with him, I usually just stop by McDonald’s or something, grab a bite to eat and go home to take a nap. I have no idea what he does when we’re not hanging out, but it’s ok. I stop at BlockBuster and grab the last copy of the movie he talked about wanting to see today. As I drive toward his house, I see a flower stand on the side of the road. 

I smirk to myself and pull over. Last week, Jim came over for Taco Tuesday and brought me some flowers. It was a really sweet gesture and made me smile. Now it’s my turn to return the favor. I turn off my car and step out, making sure I grab my keys and wallet. Walking right up to the stand, I take a look at the different types of arrangements, colors, and floral designs. 

After a few minutes, I pick up a little thing of cute flowers and walk over to the sweet looking, little old woman running the stand. 

“Oh what’s the occasion?” She asks as she rings up my flowers.

“Just getting a friend some flowers.” 

I smile, and hand her a slightly faded, and worn, ten dollar bill that’s more than enough to cover the cost. She nods, takes the money and hands me my change. I put it in my wallet before grabbing the flowers. Getting inside my car, I make sure the flowers are safe in my passenger’s seat, not before starting my car. 

I drive for ten more minutes to get to Jim’s house, before I carefully pull into his driveway since there’s a big dip at the end of it. The city says it’s to help with water runoff when it rains so it lessens the chance for the roads to flood. His car is usually parked on the left and my car will be parked on the right, just like it is today. 

He joked the other day that this was my parking spot and no one is allowed to park here. And I mean, no one. It doesn’t matter who they are. If they’re not me, then they can’t park here. Jim’s rules, not mine. Last year, Jim had a small BBQ and invited everyone from work. Michael showed up a little earlier than I did and Jim made him move his car before I got there. 

No one understood why it was such a big deal. The big deal was 1) it was my spot, and 2) because I was more than likely sleeping over that night. I did sleep over, but I made sure to help him clean everything up since I helped him cook the night before. That was what kind of, officially, started us staying at each other’s house on a somewhat regular basis.

I turn off my car and grab the flowers from the seat next to me. I step out and  grab my ‘Sleepover at Jim’s’ duffle bag that I keep in my back seat. I hold the flowers behind my back and walk toward his front door. I have no idea why I am so nervous. 

I’ve been here a million times in the last 5 years! I put my duffle bag down and knock on the door. A few seconds later, Jim answers.

“Mel!” He smiles, seeming to be almost shocked it’s me and not someone else.

“Who else?” I giggle and all the nervousness washed away, just like that. I lean against the doorway and ask, “Who else could it have been?”

“The delivery guy. I was hoping the food would get here before you.” He says. He notices my hand behind my back and looks a little confused. “Umm, what is that?” He points.

I smile widely and pull them out. “Daisies.”

He chuckles. “Is this because I brought you sunflowers?”

I shrug and giggle as he lets me in. He grabs my duffle bag for me and I walk straight into his kitchen. Reaching  into one of his cabinets, I grab one of the small vases that I know his mom has probably given him over the years. She has a habit of giving him flowers at least twice a year - Valentine’s Day, ‘cause she feels everyone deserves flowers and she knows he’s been single for a while,  and his birthday. 

The flowers on his birthday have been a tradition since Jim’s grandma died when he was little. She’d always give him a couple flowers on his birthday and his mom kept the tradition up. I fill it up with water and put the daisies inside. He walks in right as I set the  vase on the counter and turn around to face him. 

***

Diversity Day

Monday morning, I’m the first one in the office. This isn’t necessarily rare but being here before Dwight got in was. Dwight is usually always the first person in the office. Yesterday, though, Michael called me and asked for me to be in the office at eight instead of nine. At first, I had no idea why he’d have me come in an hour earlier, but I didn’t question it.

I now know it is because a gentleman, from corporate,  by the man of ‘Mr. Brown’, is going to be coaching us through what Diversity really is. He’s also gonna tell us what we can and can’t say about races and such while we are in the office. We all know the reason is because Michael can say some things that are counted as racist, sexist, and even homophobic at times, and not even realize it. 

I sigh to myself and hang up my jacket. I go into the conference room and start putting the chairs out for everyone.  Should I put one out for Jim or is he going to stand today? I decide to put one out for him just so he has a chance to sit this time. I hear the door to the office open so I glance out the door. 

When I see Jim, I grin from ear to ear and wave him over to where I’m at. He drapes his jacket over the back of his chair and walks to me.

“Hi.” He says, his voice still laced with sleep, as he flashes me a smile.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Late night?” I tease, knowing we both stayed up late last night, texting about random stuff. Mainly about me having to get up early in the morning and that’s why I couldn’t go watch the new Star Wars movie. 

He chuckles slightly and nods. “I thought you could use some help.” 

He puts his hands in his pockets and leans against the doorway.

“Well...I could use the help moving the table.” I point over my shoulder at the table in the middle of the room.

“You got it!” He says, walking over and grabbing one side of said table.

I grab the other side and we lift the table. We walk it over to the side of the room toward the windows and set it down slowly. 

“Thanks. I didn’t wanna have to drag it over.” I giggle slightly. 

He smiles. “It’s no problem, Mel. What else do you have to do?” 

After another half hour of moving things around the room, and getting everything set up, he helps me put up a banner that Mr. Brown sent over. The banner says ‘Diversity Day’. Hopefully the room is the way he wants. Just as Jim helps me down from a chair, the front door opens. Jim and I walk out into office around to see who it is. 

A middle-aged, nice looking, in the sense he seems nice, African American gentleman walks in.

“Hello.” I say, sweetly. “How can I help you?”

“I’m Mr. Brown. I’m doing a lesson today?”

“Yes! Hi, I’m Melissa. I’m Michael’s Assistant!” I put my hand out and he shakes it, smiling.

He looks at Jim. “And you are..?”

“I’m Jim Halpert. I’m one of the Salesmen here.” Jim says, putting his hand out for Mr. Brown to shake. 

“Nice to meet you,” He says, and looks in the conference room where Jim and I just finished everything.

“Wow. You guys did that?”

“Yeah. We came in early to make sure you had room and-” I start saying.

“It’s wonderful. Thank you.”

No One’s P.O.V.

He walks into the conference room and starts setting up the items he brought. About an hour later, everyone arrives at the office, and Michael walks up to Mr. Brown.

“Hey, uh, can I help you in here?” He asks, clearly not really interested in helping.

Mr. Brown looks up, “I’m all set, thanks.”

Michael nods, “Gotcha, good. I’d go with the rows. Good idea.”

“Oh, Melissa and Jim set that up. I’m setting up the papers and the rest of the stuff I brought.” Mr. Brown says, before turning back to the table.

Michael nods and walks out. He pats Jim on the back and gives Melissa a thumbs up. They both smile and Jim continues his sales call.

“That's the thing. It's very sturdy paper and on the back it says, ‘100% post-consumer content.’ What?” The sound of a shredder is heard throughout the office, making Mel look up. “Hello? Uh-huh. Wait. What? I'm sorry, Mr. Decker. I think I'm losing you.” Dwight is shredding all his old paperwork he doesn’t need, at a most inconvenient time nonetheless. “Hello? Hello? Yeah. Hold on one second. I don't know. Hold on one second.” Jim puts the gentleman on the other end of the phone on hold and looks at Dwight. “Do you really have to do that now?”

“Yes I do! I should have done this weeks ago.” Dwight says, putting another piece of paper into the shredder.

Jim takes the gentleman off hold. “Mr. Decker, I'm sorry about that. What were you…” Dwight puts another paper in the shredder. “Can you hold on one second? Yeah, just one second. Thanks.”  Jim reaches over and flips the switch on the power supply, making the shredder shut down. “Hello? That's it. Perfect. So what I was saying…” 

Dwight reaches over and pushes a button to end the phone call. Mel’s eyes widen, not actually believing that Dwight just did that to a customer, or to Jim for that matter. 

“Hello? Thanks, Dwight.” Jim sighs as he puts the phone down.

“Retaliation. Tit for tit.” Dwight says, smirking a little.

“That’s not the expression.” Jim says, sighs. 

The roaring of the shredder starts once more as Dwight pushes the button on the power supply again.

“Well... it should be.” Dwight comments, as he continues to shred his papers.

Jim sighs and looks up when the camera guy pats his shoulder. 

“Hey, come do an interview.” He says.

Jim nods and stands up, pushing in his chair. He glances up at Mel and rolls his eyes. She giggles and looks at Pam.

Melissa’s POV

“I’m going to go talk with Michael about what is gonna happen with my wedding and stuff, okay?” She asks.

“That’s fine. I’ll be here. Checking emails.” I smirk, pulling up Solitaire on the computer.

She giggles, walking around me, toward Michaels office. I start playing Solitaire and when I’m halfway done, Jim walks out of the conference room and straight over to my desk. He leans down, resting his cheek against his hand. 

“Solitaire?” He asks.

I nod. “Freecell.”

He watches for a second and then points. “Six on seven.

“I know. I saw that.” I tease but don’t move the cards.

“So...then...why didn’t you do it?”

“I’m saving that ‘cause I like it when the cards go ‘t-ts-ts-tch-tch-tch’.” I giggle as I move another card on the computer.

“Who doesn’t love that?” Jim chuckles slightly. 

I blush and continues to play my game when Pam walks back. Jim hears his phone rings, he runs over and answers the phone call.

“Mr. Decker! Hello!”

Michael walks out of his office, a few minutes later, with Mr. Brown walking out of the conference room. Michael walks right over to Oscar and starts to talk. Mr. Brown tells Michael he’s ready for us.

“Oh hey, well, diversity, everybody. Let’s do it. Oscar works in...umm  Jim? Could you wrap it up please?”

I look confused as I grab my usual notebook. Doesn’t he want Jim to get this sale? This is one of Jim’s biggest sales. He should be able to finish it. I stand up and walk over to Jim’s desk as Michael goes walks toward the conference room but stops and turns back.

“Yeah, uh, Mr. Decker, please.” Jim says, glancing up.

Michael glances at the camera as he speaks to Jim. “It’s diversity day, Jim. I wish every day was diversity day.” He flashes a smile at the camera.

Jim sighs. “You know what? I’m actually going to have to call you back. Thank you. Sorry about that.” He hangs up and stands.

I whisper. “I’m sorry, Jim.” 

He just puts his hand on my lower back and ushers me toward the conference room. I smile a little at the feeling of his hand on my back. When we get to the conference room, we head to where we normally sit, closer to the back corner and by the windows that look into the main office area. I sit down and Jim sits to my left. 

A few minutes later, Mr. Brown collects the cards he had us fill out. 

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Great.” He murmurs, politely, as he collects the cards from each of us.

“Come on, people! Let’s get ‘em in! Get in the cards! Get in the cards!” Michael says, clapping his hands together in an attempt to hurry us along. 

Mr. Brown on the other hand is soft spoken, and very patiently with us. Once he has all the cards collected, he puts them together and then tucks them in with his stuff. He turns to face us, addressing us in a still much softer tone than Michael’s.

“Thanks for filling these out and I promise this’ll be quick. At Diversity Today, our philosophy is about honesty and positive expectations. We believe that 99% of the problems in the workplace arise simply out of ignorance.” Mr. Brown starts. 

Michael cuts him off from the rest of his speech.

“You know what? This is a color-free-zone here. Stanley, I don’t look at you as another race.” He points to the only other African American in the room.

“Uh, see this is what I’m talking about. We don’t have to pretend we’re color-blind.” Mr. Brown says, looking over at Michael.

They start arguing over ignorance of the situation and I glance over at Jim. He leans back in his chair and puts his arm around me, resting it on the top of my chair. I open my notebook to a blank page. I reach and grab a pen I have attached to the notebook when a hang reaches out. I look and see Jim grabbing the pen before I could. 

Because he is right handed his lines are messy, but he draws a tic-tac-toe board. He puts a messy X in the middle of the board. I giggle quietly and takes the pen from him. I put an O in the top right corner. He stares at the board before taking the pen and putting an X in the middle left box. I smirk to myself and takes the pen. 

I put an O under my last one, cutting off Jim from winning. He breathes hard from his nose and stares at the board. He grabs the pen and puts an X in the top middle box. His eyes widen after realizing what he has done. I giggle again quietly and takes the pen before putting an O in the bottom left corner, marking me as the winner.

I glance up and sighs when I hear Kevin citing something. I realize he’s horribly butchering the Chris Rock skit that Michael tried to impersonate the other day. I shake my head and sigh. This is going to get bad quick!  Michael cuts off Kevin from the Chris Rock skit, and tried to recite it himself. Mr. Brown tries to stop him. 

He does so by trying to cut him off.  Jim’s desk phone starts ringing and he quickly looks over. I look over at him.

“That better not be Mr. Decker,” I whisper.

He glances at me and nods.

He whispers, “It is more than likely.”

“Now, this is a simple acronym. HERO. Uh, at Diversity Today, we believe it is very easy to be a HERO. All you need is honesty, empathy, respect and open-mindedness.” Mr. Brown continues. 

“Excuse me.” Dwight cuts in. “I’m sorry, but that’s not all it takes to be a hero.”

Mr. Brown raises an eyebrow. “Oh great. Well, what is a hero to you?”

“A hero kills people, people that wish him harm.” Dwight says, as if it is obvious.

“Ok.” Mr. Brown stares at him for a minute.

“A hero is part-human and part-supernatural. A hero is born out of a childhood trauma or out of a disaster that must be avenged.” Dwight continues.

“Oh, you’re thinking of a superhero.” Mr. Brown says. 

“We all have a hero in our heart.”

Mr. Brown doesn’t acknowledge Dwight’s comment, but instead picks up a stack of papers from the podium and starts handing them out, while explaining, “Now, I need you to take these forms. This kind of expresses the joint experience we had today. And I need you to look 'em over and sign them as kind of a group pledge.”

I stand up, reaching forward to take a few so Jim and I can get out of here. Michael walks over to Mr. Brown and starts whispering. I grab two pieces of paper and hands Jim one. I sit back down and uses the pen from my notebook to sign my name. I hand the pen over to Jim and he quickly signs his name. 

Standing up, he takes the paper from my hand and walks over to Mr. Brown. I stand and walk out of the room. Jim runs out of the room and quickly over to his desk phone. He picks it up and listens to his voicemail. He sighs and nods at me. It was Mr. Decker. He quickly calls him back.

“Yeah, hi. Is Mr. Decker around? Oh. Well, could you just have him call me after lunch? Thank you.” He hangs up and sighs, leaning back into his chair. 

I reach over and moves his hair from his eyes.

“It’s okay Jim. You’ll talk to him after lunch and you’ll get the sale.” I smile slightly.

“You think so?” He looks up at me.

I nod and sighs when I hear the receptionist phone start ringing. Pam walks quickly out of the conference room and to our desk.

***

About an hour later I’m talking with Pam about her wedding plans when Michael walks out of the conference room. He calls us over so everyone in the room stands up and walks into the office. Jim waits for me. I walk up behind Toby and Jim steps into line behind me.

“All right? Everyone pretty? Come on. Here we go. It’s time. Let’s do some good.” Michael says, ushering us into the conference room.

“Hey, we’re not all going to sit in a circle Indian Style are we?” Toby says, laughing.

Michael says, with a straight face, “Get out.” 

Toby’s eyes widen, “I’m sorry.”

“No this is not a joke, okay? That was offensive and lame. So double offensive. This is an environment of welcoming and you should just get the hell out of here.” Michael says, pointing out the door. 

Toby sighs and turns, gently pushing past me and Jim. He walks out of the room and back over to his desk.

“Let’s go! Let’s do it. Come on. Let’s have some fun, everybody. Here we go. Take a seat. Cop a squat.” Michael says energetically.

Jim and I sit next to each other once again, but I didn’t bring my notebook this time. I am instantly regretting this. I lean back in my chair and cross my arms.

“Uh, thanks for coming in. Um Diversity...is the cornerstone of progress as I’ve always said. But don’t take my word for it. Let’s take a look at the tape.” Michael says leaning against a tv that was rolled in the room. 

He starts the tape and he comes onto the screen, standing in front of our Dunder Mifflin sign. I roll my eyes discreetly and watch tv. I tone out some of video because I know it was going to be boring but I look up when I hear something about Abe Lincoln.

“Abraham Lincoln once said that, ‘If you’re a racist, I will attack you with the North.’ And those are the principles that I carry with me in the workplace.” the video says.

Michael turns off the tv and looks at us. 

“Ok. Questions? Comments? Anybody?” Jim raises his hand. “Jim?”

“Uh, is that it?” He asks.

Michael nods, “Yes. I only had an hour to put it together but I’m going to add on to it later on.”

As time goes on, Kelly leaves, and Michael tries to get us to explain what race and nationality we are. I look over at Jim and sighs. He nods and uncrosses his arms.  He puts an arm behind me resting on my chair as we watch everything that is going on in the office. After Oscar and Michael fight over nationalities, we hear Jim’s phone go off. 

He quickly stands up and runs out of the room.

“Jim! Jim!” Michael sighs and holds up a board with note cards on it. “I have something here. I want you to take a card and put it on your fore-” He notices someone going to look at the card. “Don’t look at the card! I want you to take the card and put it on your forehead. Take a card, any card.” 

I stand up from my seat when Michael walks over to me.

“Take your card.” 

I stare at him for a second. “No.” 

I walk out of the room to Jim’s desk. I hear Michael say something like, ‘Okay..I knew that was coming’. I lean against his desk as he puts down the phone.

“Was it him?” 

He shakes his head no. “Nope. Someone trying to get prices on paper.” He sighs and leans back in his seat again. 

“It’s okay Jim. He’ll call.” I smile. “Come on. Lets listen to how stupid Michaels Diveristy Day is going.” He smiles a little and stands up. 

We walk the few steps to the door and listens in. I notice that Stanley has the card ‘Black’. Dwight has ‘Asian’. Pam has ‘Jewish’. I overhear Michael talking to Pam, who just tried to explain Dwight’s to him. She didn’t do a very good job.

I look at Jim confused. He just shrugs and we continue to watch. After a few minutes, Jim’s phone starts to ring again. He turns and quickly sits down, picking up the phone. 

He talks for a few minutes.

“Mr. Decker, we didn’t lose your sale today, did we? Excellent. Ok Let me just get your..what’s that?” He pauses. I bite my lip in anticipation. “No, we didn’t close last time. I just need your...Oh...W-what code were you given? Oh, ok. That’s actually another salesman here. I can redo it if you want that. Oh, he gave you a discount? No I don’t blame you.” He says goodbye and hangs up. 

I sigh and rub his back. “I’m sorry, Jim.” 

He looks up at me. He opens his mouth to speak but looks down. He stands up, opening his drawer where he kept the champagne bottle and puts it on Dwight’s desk.

“No...” I say, sadly. He just nods and pulls me in for a hug, laying his head on mine.

I rub his back and whisper. “Today’s Monday so I’ll grab dinner and swing by your house so we can watch basketball, okay?” 

He just nods against me. After a few minutes, he pulls away and smiles slightly. He then puts his hand on my lower back and ushers me into the conference room. We sit in the chairs against the window to the office and just listen to the discussion Michael is having. I lay my head against his shoulder. 

Next thing I know Jim is gently moving his shoulder. I look up.

“Hey.” He whispers, smiling.

“Oh, sorry. Hey.” I giggle slightly, moving off his shoulder.

“We can go.” He says. 

“Great.” I smile as I stand up, “I’ll grab dinner and go to your house?” 

“Great.” He stands up.

I smile and walk out, going straight for my desk. I grab my bag and my jacket, walking with Jim to our cars. He waves to me as I get into my car. I close my car door and grab my cell phone. I call the closest Seafood restaurant.

“Hello? Hi, I would like to make an order for Soft Shelled Crab?”

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Knock Knock, Anybody Home?

A big part of the reason I was excited about this trip was the chance to visit friends and family.  And as many can attest, I’m good at inviting myself over, often without much notice.  Covid-19 has put a bit of a damper on visits and public gatherings, but just about everyone we’ve crossed paths with has been open to a small gathering.  We’ve thoroughly enjoyed our friendly stopovers on our otherwise ‘road to nowhere.’

Our first visit was during our trial run to the California central coast.  We visited by brother and a friend I met in the laundry room in college. She is a traveler too and is always up for figuring out a get-together.  My kids adored her little girl and now ask to FaceTime with baby Faye.   My family stopped by our campsite, where the kids showed Uncles how to make a fire, and my family said “this looks fun... for maybe a week, not a year!”

Then, after officially packing up the RolyPoly but before pulling it out of the California storage lot, we flew to Arizona in June and rescued our good friends from quarantine, as they thanked us for being a good excuse—an out of town visitor—to all get together for a pool party, walks, and a moms’ night out.  I played golf with my Tucson golf buddy, we visited the kids’ favorite babysitter who is excitedly pregnant with her first, stopped to see our old neighbor, and went for a moonlit walk with a couple who always adored our kids, which turned into a lightning show, which lit the mountain on fire, which turned into one of Tucson’s worst-ever fires!  Yikes.  We really feel at home in Tucson, and were all very happy to see our friends.  We then had a 2nd special visit with Anina’s longest friend (they hung out as newborns in Tucson), when he and his dad were visiting grandparents at a summer lake home in Minnesota near where we were camping.  Such a treat!

Friends with these gals since we all had newborns.  We now each have a boy and a girl, and still go to each other for venting and advice.

BFFs on a SUP in MN.

When we changed our routing away from Covid- and protest-ridden Seattle and the closed borders of B.C. Canada, we found ourselves in Boise and called up an Air Force family that had retired the same time as Bill and had moved closer to family.  We had a fantastic catching up session and found they were also struggling with the decision of where to call home.  They invited us to a family 4th of July BBQ, complete with front yard fireworks, and we all loved every minute.  

We then were lone travelers traversing the mountains and Great Plains.  We met up with the above mentioned Tucson friend in central Minnesota, than timed our arrival in Door County, WI for the Sawicki family reunion I already blogged about.  After that we had our Campbell family reunion in Michigan, with Bill’s 2 brothers traveling up also to join in the fun.  Uncle D and Aunt C gives both kids plenty of love, attention, and fun gifts/activities whenever we visit!  Uncle C and his new wife are pet lovers and silly with the kids, and Uncle S spent 2 nights in the RolyPoly with us, which the kids just loved!   It was nice to spend a good chunk of time in Fremont, MI, to not only relax with family but also explore the town.   Our Michigan nephews are getting old, as one was about to start college, one high school, and one who lived with us a few years ago was also visiting from Texas.  Anina spent some time trying to figure out the odd behavior of teenagers.   

We also had wonderful visits with Bill’s two good high school friends, and his cousin’s ‘farm-tastic’ family.  They invited us to a barrel racing event they were hosting at their farm.  It was a fundraiser organized by his cousin’s daughter on her 16th birthday!  She and her brother are accomplished rodeo athletes (probably not the right term) and I’d say they’re great event planners too.  Anina and Benji were treated to a ride on one of the family’s race horses!  We just might like to come back for another Michigan summer!  

Watching his 11 year old ‘1st cousin once removed’ prepare the rodeo arena in Ravenna, MI.

Just two brothers playing ball with an up-an-coming star.

On our way out of Michigan, we visited some good friends from our Bogota days in their downtown Grand Rapids condo.  They’ve continued living and working abroad and have just returned for this crazy stateside 2020. The kids played with a basket of unique toys from around the world while we enjoyed a meal, memories, and conversation.

Our next stop turned into an unexpected stay-over in an Indiana front yard.  Bill’s good long-time friend invited us, as long as we brought her favorite breadsticks from Fremont, MI.  This family has a 5 yo boy and 8 yo girl, and a dog and a golf cart.   The kids were the friendliest, most fun playmates!  We just had to stay the night on their lawn.  We enjoyed wine and dinner around their fire pit, and after breakfast the next morning Anina did a little zoom school with her new kindergarten friend.  He lost his tooth sitting right next to her, which was super memorable for Anina too.

In New York and New Jersey, my over-age-65 family welcomed us despite Covid.  I deem our risk for infection to be low, but we were extra careful leading up to our visits.  I definitely still had some paranoia thanks to the “YOU’LL be OK, but you’re going to kill Grandma” paraphernalia.  We spent my Uncle’s birthday at a Long Island petting zoo (his wish!), and had many hours of fun playing with my cousins’ old trains, games, beanie babies, and legos.  My grandmother is hearing less and seeing less and constantly worrying that the children are going to fall, choke on something, or just implode for no reason, but I think we infused some joy into her quarantined life.   I’m sure glad we didn’t give her Covid, as I need all the future guardian angel grandparents I can get.   In New Jersey, we celebrated Anina’s birthday with my uncle’s homemade spaghetti and meatballs, and enjoyed some ‘comforts of home’ for a week or so, such as laundry, cable TV, and yard work!

These two know how to keep the kids’ attention!

Anina (heart) Cheeca.

Treated to ice cream by my dad’s cousin at Cape May’s Sunset Beach.

Unfortunately, we bypassed our many friends in the DC area, as I needed a break from pandemic visit anxiety.  So we started exploring the southeast for a potential home town.  We were welcomed by my mom’s cousin, aunt, and uncle (my grandfather’s brother), who all follow our travels on Facebook and are helping raise a 3 year old granddaughter.  My kids were pleased to have a kid day, with bubbles, cupcakes and a little girl’s room full of toys.  They live in Murrels Inlet, SC and began filling us in on alligators, flooding, and the slower pace of life (they’re New Yorkers)!

I’m sure I forgot to mention somebody, and I may add photos as I find them, but to sum it all up, we have loved our visits with familiar faces; it has been a very special part of our trip.  We are learning during this pandemic the importance of physical presence with other people.  Virtual visits are nice but I’ve always preferred real visits.  That’s right... I’ll drive 3,000 miles to see you!

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welcome to silver creek, co! ♡

here is our first content preview! we want to give you the information about our fictional town of silver creek, colorado. underneath the cut, you’ll find out more specifics about the neighborhoods and some of the different pre-existing establishments and “town staples” that will make up our occupation claim. this is a non-exhaustive list, and of course, you are more than invited to create your own businesses and plots based off them. we just wanted to provide a few pre-created locations to avoid having “three dive bars” in the town! later this afternoon, we will also be releasing information on some of the town’s founding families, so keep an eye out for those! 

silver creek was originally founded in 1717 and currently has a growing population of 9,973. it's your typical, idyllic sleepy mountain town with quaint shops, a gazebo in the town centre, and a nationally known ski resort that always ends up in calendars. 

while the town has a few of the typical chain stores, like starbucks and mcdonalds, the majority of the residents tend to prefer to support the local spots in order to support their friends and loved ones. it’s one of the more small town aspects of silver creek. if you do find yourself needing a few larger places such as a larger hospital and emergency room, just make the trip to nearby denver. an hour drive and you are on the doorstep of a much larger metropolitan and many residents commute for work and education purposes.

the town motto, "we like it here", is one that is met with jokes from the young crowd: you don't necessarily love it here, but you also can't hate it either because of its idyllic charm. it's the kind of town where most people know one another, at least in passing, and they like it that way. the town is split up into four main areas that are noted for minor yet distinct differences in shops, financial class, and the attitude of residents in each area.

rose acres is a beautiful and picturesque area outside of the main town with plenty of old colonial homes and newer, modern mansions complete with families that have pockets that run infinitely deep. however, despite the acres of land, it's the least populated area of town due to the old money feel and the cost of living in the area. many of the children are raised with the attitude that they're better than the rest of the town, giving them an air of pretentiousness and classist mentality. the nearest private school is in the next town over where most of the children attend in their formative years.

the campgrounds: situated deep in the woods, the campgrounds are one of the most popular places for those who love outdoors. with an area made for bbq enthusiasts, no matter the season, you can always find someone up there ready to keep you company. the park rangers rival the police station, with a playful competition between them. these individuals, however, are the ones who take care of the mountains and if you happen to get lost in the woods, they will come to your rescue in no time.

the bordeaux inn: picture a ballroom that can hold about two hundred people, and you'll be looking at the bordeaux inn! the bordeaux is a popular destination to hold weddings as well as events that take place. it's marble flooring and vaulted ceilings make for the perfect background of any image. equipped with bathrooms, changing rooms, and even a small room for catering! it also plays a large part of a shelter during storms or power outages, but thankfully it hasn't been used for such an event in a while. 

the market: along the outskirts of town is a group of buildings combined into a make-shift market, where booths are set up with a wide variety of items such as groceries, literature, records, vintage items & truly everything else you can find. each weekend the market place offers a flea market for anyone to bring their own items to try and earn some extra money.

silver square is a little more modest and is where you will find traditional family properties, mostly with middle-class families that have been here for generations. it is the largest area within silver creek, encompassing most of the high street, town center, and the school district. residents of the square are generally ones who return post college to start a family and make their lives within the quaint little town.they value a strong work ethic, a teaching attitude, and the mindset of putting in your dues will reap strong rewards. it’s the most communal feeling in silver square. nearly everyone knows everyone and they like it that way.

town hall: the town hall houses many of the important public services around town. inside the single building one can find the post office, court room, meeting rooms, as well as the office of the mayor and staff. this three story building still has the old charm with the original wood floors, but coupled modern day technology. 

the witch’s den: appropriately named after the creature that put them on the map, witch’s den operates as both a bar & grill, offering both refreshing alcoholic drinks but also delicious food. on top of that, you can find a pool table, slot machines, live entertainment & wine cellar within the walls of this popular restaurant destination. 

sheriff and police station: the elected officials who serve and protect call this their base and some even call it their home. the rivalry between the local sheriff and ranger's has carried on for years and brings amusement to many of the locals.

silver creek veterinary clinic: the local veterinary clinic opened nearly fifty years ago. it once provided basic care for the furry friends of townsfolk but in recent years it has expanded both in size and services, now offering care for even the most exotic of pets and offering services more advanced than neuterings and teeth cleanings.

silver creek school: it's more than a one room school house but it's still very much considered old fashioned. with a small population the town has managed to keep all aged students in one building that has been updated throughout the years for a more modern look and technologies. with a staff only slightly bigger than a baker's dozen and a sports team boasting the occasional state championship, the “silver creek rams” sporting events bring together most of the entire town on game night. 

church and cemetery: silver square is home to a large non-denominational church that also hosts a myriad of public events and weddings throughout the year. the church boasts a welcoming and all-inclusive environment where anyone can come for sunday gatherings and explore their faith. the old cemetery is situated right besides the town's church and is littered with headstones that have been overtaken with moss. believed to be home to some unmarked old witches graves, the town's own residents refuse to step foot on the property after the sun sets, believing the area to be haunted with fun and spooky town urban legends.

townhouse coffee: the local place to get a cup of coffee has been run by the same family for generations. filled with lots of natural light and a clean, rustic decor, it’s not uncommon for the place to be packed any day of the week. under new management (passed down from mother to daughter) three years ago, they additionally have started serving beer and wine from local breweries and wineries as well as some food options after 5pm. they also host routine karaoke, trivia nights, and fundraisers.

city park: colorado is famous for its diverse landscape and the park in silver creek is one to marvel. locals will tell you it has the most refreshing air to breath and you'll never find greenery more vibrant or lush. 

dixon bend is the quarter of town that is furthest out and starts to border the mountains. the bend is home to a small trailer park, a few run-down farms, a dive bar or two, and some smaller family homes. it has become the stain of the town that nobody speaks about. the residents have begun to feel the negative energy that the other neighborhoods have pushed upon them. they feel looked down upon and like they are never quite good enough for their town. however, in the younger generation, this negativity has instilled a sense of righteousness and dedication between the young adults who want to create a better situation for themselves and their families.

smokey’s bar: the floors might be a little sticky and the beer mats might get reused, but for some reason smokey's - despite its reputation - is often bustling, whether it's a week night or a weekend. you'll find every kind of character perched behind a table or leaning against a barstool, some more questionable than others. it's not a great place but, hey, it gets the job done. a night at smokey's isn't a night at smokey's until someone's getting slung out of the door before closing.

the skin canvas: the skin canvas tattoo and piercing parlor has been around dixon bend since 1982. when it first opened, many residents were less than thrilled with it's appearance, worrying it would bring "unsavory characters" to the idyllic mountain town. the skin canvas has remained, however, and is under new membership after the original founder and owner passed away last year. they have a roster of extremely talented tattoo artists and piercers with affordable prices. they also have a refrigerator in the back full of different beer and drinks for customers to have a free drink after their session. 

cozy corner: operating since 1902, cozy corner has been a hot spot for artists even during its original run as betty’s tea room. know for it’s hot beverages, amazing pastries, endless bookshelves of novels waiting to be borrowed and semi-weekly book club meetings, cozy corner is a coffee-loving book fanatic's paradise.

the dispensary: while colorado was one of the very first states to legalize the recreational use of marijuana, it took the town of silver creek a few years to refashion. however, in 2018, the very first dispensary within the town opened and business is currently thriving.

cohen peak is the closest neighborhood to the ski resort and the most modern of the areas. this area of town is home to mainly apartment complexes and condos. this area tends to be populated with new college graduates who don't wish to return to their family homes. in recent years, it has also become the destination for all transplant residents; anyone moving to silver creek for the first time tends to start in cohen peak first. it is where you can find a couple of restaurants and niche tourist stores, mainly because of the view of the resort. it has the attitude and personality of a trendy place for city people to move to, something the older residents are not too happy about.

silver creek ski resort: nestled at the base of crystal peak, the silver creek ski resort offers a premium service in a unique location. the new european-style architecture blends perfectly into the surrounding natural environment of the mountains. you'll find every imaginable comfort in the hotel rooms and suites along with the option of renting one of the exclusive mountain top condos. there is dining on the mountainside patio, unwinding at the award-winning spa, or taking advantage of the other extraordinary amenities including slope-side ski valet, rooftop hot tubs and lap pool, state-of- the-art fitness center and more. treat yourself to the ultimate luxury resort experience in silver creek.

hickory diner: best known for the best comfort food to be found in the city limits, hickory diner is a staple in silver creek for that old time diner feel with milkshakes and a jukebox in a modern neighborhood. it's not uncommon to walk in at any time of the day to find the locals sitting at the tables for hours, gossiping about anything and everything. it's a favorite destination for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for many of the locals and is open 24/7. 

silver creek community college: opening its doors recently, the community college is meant to be silver creek’s way of increasing its population and also the town’s way of giving the younger generation a chance to stay a bit closer to home rather than leaving somewhere far away. their sports team, the silver creek mountain lions, is small but mighty.

mountain spa: once operated in the kitchen of the home of a resident this business has grown the most in the last several years, providing much more than shampooing and haircuts. residents and tourists alike find this place provides a 5 star yelp review worthy pampering.

medical center: the medical center has been going strong for years and while it’s not exactly the big hospital the head of the family dreamed of, it’s still the place that allows them to help others when needed.

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[today-we-will-survive]

Our Infinite Summer

made by me

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. OT6)

Genre: summer romance, fluff, some angst

Warnings: none

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: @dimpled-gukkie asked for a summer “cuddling with JK” fic and...well...it turned into this. Also, I listened to Jungkook’s 2U, Nothing Like Us, Paper Hearts, Purpose and We Don’t Talk Anymore covers while I wrote this fic.

Spending the summer months at your family’s lake-house has been something you’ve looked forward to ever since you could remember. It’s always the highlight of the year, leaving everything that’s so familiar to you, everything so mundane, and getting away to the small house with its old, kind of rickety dock that juts out into the dark greenish colored water. You’ve spent many summer days sitting on the edge of that dock, earbuds filling your ears with whatever artist you were currently into, scribbling in your notebook, feet dangling in the chilly water while the sun kept you warm. This lake has always been a popular vacation spot so even when you were the sole occupant of the dock, there were people swimming and splashing, riding on jet skis and inner tubes, zipping past in speedboats, cups of beer raised to anyone that would wave back. You aren’t usually alone though.

*

*

You met Jungkook the summer after you turned twelve. You were sitting on your dock on your first day there, listening to music and writing—surprise, surprise—when a jet ski flew by a little too close to the shore carrying a swell rapidly toward you and causing the water to rise significantly enough to seep up through the cracks between the boards and dampen your shorts. You’d jumped up in surprise, notebook slipping off your lap and dumping into the lake in front of you. You’d stared at it as it floated just barely below the surface and watched the ink of your written words begin to bleed. Retrieving the soggy notebook was futile, even as you held onto the edge of one of the boards and stretched your foot out as far as you could, you only managed to nudge it with your toe, causing it to drift further and sink a little lower. Your stomach dropped, feeling heavy and cold like a wet rock as you sat and watched it float away from you.

You were too wrapped up in your misery, you didn’t even hear the soft sputtering of the jet ski motor until it came into your line of sight, a lanky arm reaching down into the water to scoop up your waterlogged notebook. Only then did you lift your eyes to look at the boy responsible for making you drop it, then saving it again. His dark hair stuck out every which way in wet spikes and his nose was a bit too big for his boyish face but he was cute and you would have even felt a little shy if you weren’t so annoyed with him. As he handed the notebook back to you, you didn’t know whether to thank him for retrieving it, or chew him out for being so careless in the first place.

You decided to act coldly toward him, snatching it out of his hand and clutching it to your chest as you glared at him, trying to ignore the fact that the front of your shirt was currently acting like a sponge and soaking up more cold water with every second, causing goosebumps to break out across your skin. You held your glare though, locked onto this boy’s wide doe eyes.

“Uh…sorry about your notebook,” he said awkwardly diverting his attention when you jutted your chin out. “I’ll just…go then.”

You still didn’t say anything even when he used his foot to push himself away from your dock and then started the motor back up, keeping it low until he was far enough away from you to keep from getting you wet. Finally, when he was several feet away, he twisted the throttle and the jet ski kicked forward in a spray of water. Only when he was far away, did you pull the notebook from your chest and look down in dismay at the giant wet spot that had been growing beneath it.

That was your first encounter with Jeon Jungkook. Your second was later that evening when your parents decided to be buddy buddy with the neighbors and invite them over for a BBQ. Low and behold, when you stepped out onto the deck, a plate of sliced tomatoes, pickles and onions balanced on your palms, your eyes fell on the familiar boy as he trailed behind a set of adults decked out in some pretty outdated summer clothing that could really only be rivaled by the outlandish garb your parents always drag out of the attic once the temperature begins to soar and were now wearing.

“You’re kidding me,” you’d uttered when his eyes landed on yours and immediately went wide.

The rest of the night, the two of you didn’t say much to each other, and not without both sets of parents trying to get you to interact and play nice. As if you could become friends with a boy that had such a huge disregard for another person and their personal belongings.

Your parents seemed to hit it off though, already planning outings together and who was going to host dinners on what nights. It was obvious to you that Jungkook was going to become a regular part of at least that summer. Little did you know, he would become a familiarity in your life every summer after that since his family just happened to own the house next to yours. Even though the friendship didn’t start out the smoothest, over the years, he became another thing you looked forward to every year. He became your best friend, if only for a couple months, and then you had to leave him behind again. As if the lake house weren’t already a different enough world from your own, now there was an inhabitant in this different world that made it all the richer.

*

*

It was always a bit surreal returning to the lake house every summer, the beginning of the season punctuated by the slamming of the car door and then the crunch of the gravel under your sneakers as you make your way up the driveway, backpack slung over one shoulder. The lake was always shining, water rippling in the breeze, kids already swimming and goofing off. It was always the same.

The first evening of the start of your summer at the lake house was always the same too. You’d wait until sunset, having spent all day helping your parents unpack groceries, stock the fridge and the cupboards, put your clothes away, everything that had to be done before you could start vacationing, and then you’d make your way across your backyard that gradually sloped down to the dock, and there at the end, feet dangling over the edge, you’d wait. It was never a long wait, but during that time you’d look out at the water and try to imagine how much he’d changed in the last year.

It’s always weird seeing him initially. A year can do a lot to a person. Especially a teenage boy. You’d seen him grow taller, broader, witnessed his voice change, his style, his laugh, his jokes. Every year you were always startled by how different he looked, but then he’d smile and you’d see glimpses of the twelve year old you met so many summers ago.

*

*

At the end of last year, he’d broken the news to you that his parents, now retired, had bought an RV and were going to spend the rest of their days traveling around the country, which meant they wouldn’t be returning the following summer to their lake house. You’d felt your heart sink into your stomach, your shoulders sagging, your teeth raking over your bottom lip as you tried to keep your tears back.

“What about you?” you’d asked him, meeting his eyes through blurred vision, his face a shimmering gold in the glow of the setting sun.

Jungkook had shuffled closer to you on the dock, his hands digging holes into his pockets as he looked down at his feet. Your friendship had definitely changed over the years. Each summer bringing you two a little closer. “I don’t know,” he’d said. “I’m heading off to college next week and my parents are selling the house and—”

“And the lake house?” you’d interrupted.

“They’re gonna start renting it out.”

“Oh.” Then you’d looked out at the water and brought your arms up to wrap around your torso. “Why’d you wait until now to tell me?” you asked. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that this would probably be the last summer I’d get to spend with you?”

Jungkook had sucked in a sharp breath. Neither of you had ever outright expressed your feelings for each other, but they were pretty obvious. You’d noticed the way his hugs would linger, when his fingers would brush yours as the two of you would walk together to the small minute mart a mile away, or how his eyes would sometimes dart down to your lips when you were talking. You never said anything, afraid that things would become awkward between the two of you. Besides, you liked the way everything was seeming to progress naturally, unhurried by any sort of slip of the tongue. You thought you had more summers with him. But apparently not.

“I’m sorry,” he’d said and you’d finally turned back to look at him again, your heart sinking further when you saw the regret reflected in his dark brown eyes. “I didn’t want you to be sad all summer. Especially not if it was going to be the last one I got with you,” he said and stepped closer.

“But Jungkook, if I’d known,” you said then hesitated. If you’d known, then what? You would have told him how you felt? Would that have just made things worse?

He looked down at you intently his thick brows knitting together. “What?” he asked. “What would have happened if you’d known?”

You looked down at your feet, tightening your grip on your middle in hopes of containing your heart that was currently ramming itself against your ribs like a wild animal trying to bust out of its cage. “I would’ve…” you took a deep breath, “never mind.”

Then you felt a finger under your chin and you sighed as Jungkook guided your head back up with his hand. His eyes moved back and forth between your own, as if your feelings were written across your irises. You didn’t need to tell him, and he didn’t need to tell you. You both knew.

You’d watched with a racing heart as he’d leaned in, keeping your chin held between his thumb and finger, until his mouth sealed against yours, the warm weight of his lips such a new and different sensation that heat bloomed under your skin, your thoughts dissolved and nothing else mattered in the world except for this boy and kissing him. And then, like the summer, it was over too soon and he was walking back up the dock, leaving you to watch the back of him and wishing it wasn’t for the last time.

*

*

This year the sound of the car door shutting, the sound of your feet crunching on the gravel, the sound of people already out enjoying the water doesn’t fill you with the same excitement. Instead of bounding toward the house with a spring in your step, you turn, looking over your shoulder at the house next door, a heavy feeling settling in your stomach at the knowledge that it’s empty, and even if it weren’t, he wouldn’t be there.

You’ve gone through the familiar motions of putting things away and getting your room set up. Now you’re on the end of the dock, though this time without the headphones and notebook. You’re just laying there with your eyes closed, trying to figure out what the heck you’re going to do all summer without Jungkook to keep you company.

You feel rather than hear the rumble of a jet ski, the vibrations growing stronger as it draws closer. Even as it does, you don’t open your eyes, letting the warmth from the sun seep into your skin and keep you distracted from the fact that you feel so lonely. But then the rumble cuts out abruptly and you gasp when you feel the lake water climb up your legs and soak the rolled up hem of your jeans. You jerk up ready to chew out the person but the bitter words fall to the ground unsaid as you gape open-mouthed at the boy sitting atop the jet ski smirking back at you.

His hair sticks out in dark, wet spikes and his eyes glitter with mischief and he’s sucked in a breath, surely to make some teasing quip but before he can, you leap from the edge of the dock, clearing the couple of feet between the two of you and nearly knocking him off the jet ski when you crash into him. Your bodies connect in a tight hug just a moment before your lips meet.

His large hands squeeze your waist, his big arms pulling you tighter against him where you’re sandwiched between him and the handlebars. This would feel like a dream if not for the cold, wet reality of his skin against your own. You haven’t said a word to each other but you feel like you don’t need to. Still, when the two of you finally pull away, you feel like it’s going to take forever to breathe normally again. There’s still so much you feel you need to say to him.

“Are you really here?” you whisper as you touch your forehead to his and trace the faint scar on his cheekbone with your thumb. The scar you accidentally gave him the summer after you turned fourteen.

Jungkook lets out a small laugh. “I think so. Or else this is a really vivid dream. And that would suck.”

“Yeah it would,” you laugh. It all just feels surreal. Especially since you thought you’d never see him again. This summer was going to be a lonely one. One where you’d spend your time writing and missing Jungkook. But now, here he is under your fingertips, skin golden and glistening, cold with the underlying warmth of his blood pumping through his veins with every thrumming heartbeat, arms stronger, thicker than they were even last year.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” you say.

Jungkook reaches up to tuck a strand of your hair back behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. “Well, I told you my parents were renting the lake house out, right?”

You nod.

“I’m kind of gonna be the renter.”

“Just you by yourself?” you ask.

“Well, not exac—”

He’s cut off by the sounds of whoops and hollers and the growling of several more jet skis and you twist around in front of Jungkook to see three more coming around the bend, each with two guys sitting atop them.

“Who are they?” you ask curiously.

“Guys from my frat.”

Now you turn back around again and smile. “Jeon Jungkook is a frat boy? Who would have thought the lanky little twelve year old would turn into this?”

“Have I changed too much?” he asks scrunching up his nose.

You let a hand trail down his neck, across the broad planes of his bare chest and then over to curl around one bicep. “You’re still the same brat,” you say. “You just look a little different.”

“A little?”

“Okay, a lot.”

“Good different?”

“Definitely.”

With a smile, he leans back in, his hands cupping your face. Your eyelids flutter shut just as you feel his lips brush yours and then you’re jerking away with a gasp when a spray of cold water hits your back.

“JK! What’s up with just leaving us all behind like that? Namjoon couldn’t get his jet ski to start and you’re—”

You’ve twisted around again, stare settling on the boy responsible for interrupting you and when he sees you, his eyes widen.

“Oh hi,” he chokes out.

The one sitting behind him swats his arm playfully. “Way to ruin the moment, hyung,” he scolds shaking his honey brown head. “Jungkookie, when were you planning on introducing us all to your friend?”

You feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around you possessively and you can’t help the way your chest swells with pride. “Uh, well, that’s Taehyung and Hobi-hyung,” he says to you then tells them your name and you give them a shy wave.

Just then the other two jet skis reach you, carrying the other four boys and Jungkook introduces the rest of them to you as well, each beautiful and built like him, causing heat to flood your cheeks. It’s all a little overwhelming actually. So much has happened in just the past ten minutes and your head is swimming and it’s all too much. You find yourself beginning to have a bit of trouble breathing and you swat at Jungkook’s arms to get him to release you before you get to your feet and climb back up onto the dock.

You hear him say your name and ask if you’re alright and you can only nod as you make your way back down the worn wood planks toward the house. Behind you, the purring of his jet ski cuts out, and he asks the others to give him a minute. You don’t look back but you hear the others leave, the sounds of their own jet skis growing fainter the farther away they get.

“Hey,” Jungkook says from just behind you and you feel his hand wrap around your wrist. You let him spin you back around to face him, and when you do, your heart skips a beat.

You don’t even know what to say, really. Just the sight of him renders you speechless. This boy that you’ve spent every summer with since you were twelve, the boy you developed feelings for, told secrets to, spent so many warm nights laying with on the dock and looking up at the stars. Went swimming and jet skiing and walking with. Had bonfires and BBQs with. The boy you looked forward to seeing every year and felt heartbroken over when you had to say goodbye, the one that you thought you’d never see again. He’s standing here in front of you, hair mussed and damp, eyes starry and filled with concern for you. He’s here. And you were prepared for him to not be.

“I’m sorry,” you finally say. “I just…this is all a lot to take in.”

Jungkook nods and steps closer, his hand reaching for yours so he can bring them up to hold between you. “I know. I should’ve texted you or something. I should’ve let you know I was coming and that I was bringing the guys too.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Jungkook?” you ask. “I came here fully expecting to spend the summer alone. I haven’t heard from you in a year.”

“I wasn’t really planning on coming back,” he says bringing the hand that isn’t entangled in yours up to rub at the back of his neck.

“What changed your mind?”

“I went on a date last week.”

The confession makes the air rush out of your lungs too quickly and your fingers loosen from his. He squeezes tighter though, not wanting to let you go. You’ve gone on a couple dates since last summer as well but not in a while. You’d never really been able to get him or his goodbye kiss out of your head.

“I don’t understand what that has to do with me,” you mutter shaking your head.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he says. “I’ve dated a few girls but like I’d go and hang out and I just didn’t want to be with any of them. And I know that sounds stupid, especially since things ended so...weird last year and, I mean, it’s been a year, and I feel stupid that I was having such a hard time moving on,” he’s rambling by this point. “And all I wanted to do was text you but I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me. And then summer started getting closer and I don’t know, it just made everything worse cuz I knew I wasn’t going to be able to see you and then I went on this date last week and the whole time I just wanted her to be you and I needed to see you and…” his voice finally trails off when he notices you just staring at him. “What?”

How can you tell him that you’ve been feeling the exact same way all year? That you’ve tried moving on but you just couldn’t? Not when you knew the person you wanted most was out there.

“Why would you think I didn’t want to talk to you?” you finally ask him.

Jungkook shrugs sadly. “I don’t know. I thought you were mad after what I did last year.”

“You mean when you waited till the last day to tell me you weren’t coming back and then kissed me and just left without ever actually saying goodbye?”

“Yeah that,” he utters. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know this doesn’t make up for what I did but, in the moment, I couldn’t think of doing anything else. If that was going to be the last time I ever saw you, I guess I just needed to know what it would be like.”

“Well, was it worth it?” you ask him.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets out a heavy sigh. “It was all I could think about for weeks,” he finally says. “And I felt so guilty knowing that was the last time I’d get to see you.” Then he looks at you again. “And then I got busy and the guilt kinda went away but never really completely. And then in the last few weeks it came back stronger.”

“So you showed up because you were feeling guilty?”

“No, no,” Jungkook says quickly. “I had to see you again. And I don’t want to spend the whole summer with you and then leave again.”

Your heart starts to race now. “What do you mean?” you ask him.

The breeze has picked up, sending tendrils of your hair whispering across your skin and you watch Jungkook reach up to brush it away from your face.

“I can’t do that, Y/N,” he says. “I want what we have to continue past summer. I know we go to different colleges but they really aren’t that far apart and…I mean, I want this if you do.”

“I don’t know, Jungkook,” you say. “Maybe I should just kiss you and leave and see how that makes you feel.”

The boy looks down at his feet. “Yeah, I deserve that.”

“No you don’t,” you say and he lifts his head again. “A kick in the shin maybe, but I won’t do that either.”

Now Jungkook’s mouth spreads into the shy bunny grin you fell in love with years ago and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer. Your own hands clasp around his neck and you pull him down to you. You can’t help getting lost in him. Your kiss earlier was so fevered, your thoughts such a mess you couldn’t really savor it, but now you notice that he smells like lake water and sunscreen and tastes like strawberry lip balm and you find that you never want the moment to end. But of course, it has to and at last you pull away.

“Alright, so should I just walk away now, or…?”

Jungkook pinches your side eliciting a squeal and he burrows his nose into your neck. “You brat,” he growls before looking at you again. “For real, though, do you forgive me? For everything that happened?”

You reach up to cup his face in your hands and you can’t help but smile at the way his doe eyes and pouty mouth turns down in the corners. “Yeah,” you say and he smiles back at you, nuzzling his cheek against your palm. “And uh…you should probably get back to your friends. Don’t want them to think you abandoned them for some girl.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around you tighter, lifting you into the air and spinning you around until your laughter echoes across the lake. Then he puts you down again and presses a kiss to your nose. “You’re not just some girl. I’ll be back later, I promise.”

“I believe you,” you say with a giggle and then watch him jog back down the dock and get onto his jet ski. He looks at you one more time, flashing that bright smile and causing your heart to soar before starting the motor back up and speeding in the direction his friends went. You watch until he disappears around the bend, your fingers touching your lips as if you can still feel his there.

*

*

It’s been so hot today, the sun beating down on you, reflecting off the rippling water and tinging your skin pink as you found relief in it’s cool depths. The air here always smells like the trees surrounding the lake, campfire smoke and the scent of old, wet wood and algae. It’s a smell you’ve come to miss during the rest of the year when you aren’t here.

You’ve spent the last day at the lake house swimming with Jungkook and his friends and now you sprawl out on the dock, the old, worn wood, smooth against your bare back as you lay with your face to the sun, letting it dry your hair and evaporate the droplets on your skin. Laughter fills the air around you, the underlying sound of speedboats and faint music from houses across the lake a constant in a place like this.

Just then you feel an icy hand wrap around your ankle where it dangles over the edge of the dock and you immediately sit up and lock eyes with a mischievous Jungkook.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask narrowing your eyes at him.

He quirks his brows. “Oh nothing,” he says innocently. “Just thought you looked a little too dry up there.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Not if you ever want me to kiss you again.”

Immediately his fingers loosen from around your ankle. “You drive a hard bargain,” he says shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Just then Seokjin seems to materialize beside him and he grabs your foot. “Nothing I can’t live without,” he yells and you have barely enough time to let out a squeal before you plunge back into the lake. When you emerge again, the other boys have dissolved into fits of laughter, including Jungkook. The laughter is infectious and you can’t help but join them, but only after sending a wall of water right in Seokjin’s face.

You’ve grown so close to these boys over the summer, spending every day with them, swimming, riding jet skis, listening to music and just chilling on the dock. It’s sad you have to leave them tomorrow but you know you’ll see them again. Especially now that you and Jungkook have promised to see each other as often as you can. This summer has gone so differently than you expected it to. Instead of spending it wallowing by yourself, you’ve gained a new group of friends that you could never imagine going the rest of your life without. Not only them, but more importantly, you have Jungkook back in your life where he belongs.

*

*

The day drags into the night until it’s so late that no one else is out and all the windows of the houses surrounding the lake have gone dark. Your parents went to bed hours ago and now the eight of you lay on the dock, you sandwiched between Namjoon and Jungkook as you all just stare up at the stars. Whispered conversations start up every so often but you’re all exhausted so they always die down again into silence. You’ve almost drifted off a few times now, the closeness of both Namjoon’s and Jungkook’s bodies keeping you warm even though the air has grown chilly with the setting of the sun. The sounds of the water lapping against the dock and the low voices of the others have caused your eyelids to grow heavy, yet any time you feel yourself slipping, you give your head a sharp shake to bring yourself back. You don’t want the summer to end. Sure, you’ll see the guys every so often when you go to visit Jungkook at his school, but you’ve loved being able to hang out every day. You love how goofy they are and how quickly they welcomed you into their circle—even with their first encounter with you being a bit dramatic. You love how sweet Jimin and Taehyung are. How playful Seokjin is. How calm and laid back Yoongi and Hoseok are and how they all seem to look up to Namjoon as the big brother even though he isn’t the oldest.

In fact, seeing these guys interact just makes you feel proud. Sure, you haven’t known them for long, but to know that these boys are out there in the world, proving that frat boys aren’t all just selfish horn dogs that seem to only ever want to get drunk or get laid gives you hope. And it makes you that much more excited to see them again.

The exhaustion has seemed to finally win out when Yoongi, having already been caught snoring several times, sits up and stretches with a loud groan.

“Alright,” he utters, his voice deep with tiredness. “I don’t really feel like sleeping all night on a dock, so I’m heading back to the house. Anyone else coming with me?”

You hear a chorus of groggy “yeahs” and then your chest floods with disappointment as the others’ shadowed forms start making their way down the dock. Namjoon utters a goodnight to you and Jungkook before stumbling after the rest of them and you sit up too just so you can see them go. When the six have disappeared over the crest of the hill in your backyard, you let out a huff and slump onto your back again beside Jungkook.

“What time is it?” he asks rubbing his eyes sleepily.

You shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t want to know.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to know how little time I have left of this.”

You hear Jungkook rustle beside you and then his darkened face enters your line of sight. “We’re not leaving till tomorrow afternoon,” he assures you. “We still have time.”

“Not much,” you mutter.

Jungkook looks down at you for a while longer and you stare back. Without his and Namjoon’s body heat soaking into either side of you, goosebumps have formed on your skin and you’re beginning to shiver. After another beat, Jungkook gets to his feet and holds out a hand. “Come on,” he says. “You’re cold.”

“Don’t care,” you say crossing your arms stubbornly.

Jungkook chuckles. “Come on, Y/N. I have an idea.”

Too curious to help yourself, you reach out and let him pull you up. Then he doesn’t let go as he leads you down the dock and up toward your house.

“What, you gonna tuck me in before going back?” you ask teasingly.

“Not quite,” he says then pushes the slider open and pulls you inside. Even in the darkness, you can see perfectly as he navigates the two of you to the couch and then falls down on it. “Come here,” he says.

With a sleepy smile, you sink down onto the soft cushions and lay down, letting Jungkook envelope you in his strong arms and pull you against his chest. He’s warm through the thin material of his t-shirt and you press your nose to his chest and breathe him in. Still the faint smell of lake water and sunscreen lingers but besides that is an underlying scent, something musky and comforting and very much him. A scent you could get used to.

His chin rests on top of your head and his throat vibrates against your cheek as his soft humming fills the silence. Your eyelids are already heavy and the way his fingers trace designs on your back just makes them slide closed.

“I love you,” you utter, your words so quiet that you think maybe he didn’t hear them. But then the humming ceases and the tracing on your back stops, his palm now laying flat against your spine. Then he’s hugging you tighter as if he’s afraid if he lets go, everything will vanish like waking from a dream.

“I love you too,” he says at last.

You feel your mouth curl into a smile against his skin and then you nuzzle further into his arms and with the comfort of knowing that he feels the same way you do and that he isn’t going anywhere, let sleep finally take you under.

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[gra-sonas]

Thanks for prompting me with Malex, lovelies! 💚

who hogs the duvet: Alex, because he's always cold. He prefers when Michael snuggles up close to him tho, he's the much better heating blanket (plus he gives Alex neck kisses, which Alex LOVES)

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: They both text occasionally, Michael likes to send Alex pictures, Alex is a little more formal in his texts. The day he starts adding the 😘❤️ emojis to his texts, Michael feels so loved.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: they are both incredibly thoughtful when it comes to giving gifts. Michael's perhaps a little more creative since he likes to make gifts (though we're not talking salt dough or knitted socks here, we're talking something more elaborate like a bionic leg for Alex that allows him to walk with absolute ease and almost no chafing)

who gets up first in the morning: Alex, still. It's been ingrained into him (first by his father who liked to make his kids do drills before dawn, then it was a terrible habit the Air Force continued to inflict on him). One of Alex’s greatest pleasures in his life is the moment when he wakes up, sees how early it is, turns in Michaels warm embrace and goes back to sleep (well, it’s more like a nap, but it's amazing and relaxing nonetheless). When Michael takes too long to wake up, Alex can get very ~creative tho... 😏

who suggests new things in bed: they both do. The first time Alex properly doms Michael and makes him fly is a revelation to both of them, and they like to explore that side of their relationship further. The first time Alex asks Michael to mark him with a hand print before sex tho? They both end up in tears because having their respective emotions reflected back a thousandfold is so overwhelming, it takes them a long time to calm down. When they do, they look look at each other, stunned by the utter devotion and endless love they see, it's not really a surprise that they utter the next words in unison: "Do you want to marry me?" (It's a YES from both, obviously)

who cries at movies: Michael

who gives unprompted massages: Michael. He just knows when Alex is hurting on days he’s walked too much and needs a massage, even knows where to find the worst knots. Michael’s hands are always tender, yet firm. (Michael will never get tired of teasing Alex for falling asleep underneath his kneading hands on more than one occasion).

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Alex is rarely sick, but when he is, Michael turns into such a mother hen/nurse, it's almost ridiculous. While it does get a bit intense at times, Alex lets him fuss.

who gets jealous easiest: they don't get jealous at other people anymore, they know that they are it for the other. They do get jealous of circumstances keeping them apart for any length of time though. After his honorable discharge from the Air Force, Alex starts to work as a freelance cyber security advisor. While it comes with the perk of being ridiculously well paid, his job also entails that Alex has to travel every now and then. They are both miserable during those times and send more text messages in a day than they'd usually send in a month.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: they refuse to be embarrassed about any kind of music they listen to, Alex has probably a more eclectic taste tho.

who collects something unusual: do pieces of an alien space ship console count as ‘something unusual’?

who takes the longest to get ready: Alex, but only because he needs a little extra time to attach his leg in the morning.

who is the most tidy and organised: They both are. Michael's never had that many things to begin with, and the Airstream with its limited space also demanded him to keep things in order. Three years into their marriage, Michael expands the cabin ("I want it to be a home for us, but also maybe... a kid?" Alex has never loved him more than in that moment). The cabin’s still not HUGE and therefore requires for them to keep things in order. That changes the minute they have kids tho, from then on it’s chaos 24/7 until the day their triplets leave for college.

who gets most excited about the holidays: Michael. Holy Santa, the first year they spend Christmas at the cabin, Alex leaves in the morning for an appointment in Albuquerque, only to find Michael has turned into Clark Griswold when he comes home. The cabin looks like it's on fire, there are sooooo many Christmas lights. 👀 When Alex opens the door, Michael is waiting for him in the living room. A fire is roaring in the open fire place and the room is decorated with lots and lots of Christmas themed knick-knacks. Michael is wearing an honest-to-god Ugly Christmas Sweater (it depicts a little green man wearing a Santa outfit, the lettering says 'Ho ho ho, kiss me, I'm an alien') and he's holding up two beautifully embroidered stockings with their names on them. Alex hangs up his jacket and helps Michael to attach them at the mantle of the fireplace.

Bonus: On Christmas morning, Alex sneaks out of the bed and shortly after Michael wakes up to the sight of the sexiest naughty elf (the mistletoe was completely unnecessary btw, Michael just wouldn’t stop kissing Alex)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: It depends. If Alex is cold (and he often is), there's no question that Michael is the big spoon. When Alex takes Michael apart tho, it's him who'll spoon up behind Michael afterwards to keep him safe until Michael returns to earth.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Alex is extremely competitive when they are playing charades with their circle of friends. Neither of the aliens are allowed to mark their partners with a hand print before so they won't cheat via that connection, which makes Alex is even more eager to win ‘naturally’ (they often do, they are just so in tune).

Michael's pretty competitive from the sidelines of their one daughter's softball games, and there's one memorable incident where Michael disagrees with a referee at their other daughter's soccer match. Their son isn't too fond of sports, much to Michael's dismay. "Dad, Mara and Nova are your sports buddies, I'm Papa's coding buddy." Michael smiles and ruffles his son's curly hair. "I know, nugget, your Papa loves to code with you." "Daaaad, stop calling me nugget." "Alright, nugget."

who starts the most arguments: they don’t really argue anymore. They'll have minor disagreements like any couple, but a short and mature discussion will sort things out quickly, otherwise they are on the same page.

who suggests that they buy a pet: when Michael learns about Mimi's prediction, he comes home with the most adorable beagle puppy the next day.

what couple traditions they have: they are not big on commercialized traditions like Valentine's Day, they prefer to do other things. The most important rule for them is: never leave or go to bed if either of them is mad/upset about something. They’ll talk it out and won’t part/fall asleep without an ‘I love you’. Apart from texting, they also love to hide little hand written love notes for the other to find (shirt pockets, wallet, etc)

what tv shows they watch together: they don't watch that much TV tbh. They tried to watch the most obvious show together (X-Files), but it didn't really click. Upon scrolling through Netflix one day, Michael mentions that he's never seen Star Trek or Stargate, and they enjoy watching every iteration of these shows immensely. Even though Michael sometimes does get riled up about technical specifics his scientist's brain just won't allow him to let slide. “It’s sci-fi and I’ll cut them some slack, but this is ridiculous.” Alex can’t help but laugh and kiss Michael silly until he forgets what he was mad about just a minute ago.

what other couple they hang out with: When Jenna returns to Roswell, her and Kyle get together and they like to spend time with them a lot. There are also family gatherings where they see Max and Liz with their kids, and they have a standing invitation for Sunday bbqs at Isobel and Maria’s place.

how they spend time together as a couple: when they get together for good, they first go on a long road trip across the US. Michael's never really left New Mexico and it makes Alex so happy to see Michael visit places he’s only known from pictures win wide-eyed wonder. Apart from traveling, they enjoy star-gazing in the desert, making music together (Alex sings, Michael plays guitar) and once they have kids, they are the most devoted dads who just LOVE spending time with their little ones.

who made the first move: Alex, it took Michael a moment to catch up. 💕

who brings flowers home: neither, they prefer to look at the flowers growing in their garden.

who is the best cook: they are both decent cooks who can do basic stuff. When Michael builds an annex to expand the cabin, they get a bigger kitchen. When the kids are old enough to help, they enjoy cooking meals as a family. And there’s of course The Great Guerin Bakeoff each year prior to Christmas.

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Sunsets & Whiskey Kisses: Chapter Seventeen.

Note: There are probably mistakes in this so please ignore them and enjoy this chapter.

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Christmas came and went and now May was staring everyone in the face. Ryleigh didn't think that planning a wedding would be so stressful but she was wrong, so wrong. There was the food, the venue, the guests, the placements, the reception, the cake, the dress, the wedding party, the music, the hair, the make up, the wedding invitations, the vows, the colour theme. Everything and Ryleigh was getting stressed out and was beginning to think that maybe she and Jack should just elope. then there was the question of who she should get to walk her down the aisle. "Ryleigh, you ok in there?" Dakota asked as her and Grace waited for Ryleigh to show them the dress she was currently trying on. "I hate this. Is it too late to just wear jeans and a shirt?" Ryleigh asked as she tried not to have a panic attack.

 "Ryleigh let me in." Grace said as she knocked on the dressing room door. Ryleigh unlocked the door and let her mother in. Grace smiled brightly when she saw Ryleigh. "Well, look at you." She said softly. "I can't do this." Ryleigh admitted and Grace hugged her. "Yes you can and if you wait here, I may have an idea." Her mother said as she walked back out and pulled out her phone. She called Jack. "I need you're help." She said quietly but loud enough for him to hear. "Ok." He replied. "Your fiancé is damn near having a panic attack because she feels stressed. Do me a favor and pack a bag for her and yourself. Tell Chase to go home and do the same thing. We're getting out of here for a few days." Grace said. "Sure thing Aunt Grace." Jack replied. "Do you need me to come down there? I can take Ry to lunch and then you and Dakota can go and do the thing you talked about doing." Jack offered. "We got that sorted already and it looks we have the green light. Just focus on packing and text me when you're done." She said and they hung up. 

"Excuse me? I was wondering if you could help me. My daughter is trying on wedding dresses and she's kind of feeling panicked, is there a way that we can show her what she'd look with a veil on?" Grace asked and the sales assistant smiled. "Of course we can do that. We can even add a hair accessory and earrings if you like." She offered kindly. Grace nodded and the women walked toward the dressing room. 

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"Ok Dakota, close your eyes." Grace said as Ryleigh smiled. Dakota did and Ryleigh walked out. Breanna, the assistant,  and Grace helped Ryleigh get situated. "Open your eyes." Grace said and when Dakota's eyes landed on her soon-to-be-sister, she cried. Ryleigh's hair had been let loose from the previous messy bun, a jewel encrusted hair clip held up one side of her hair and dainty dangly earrings hung from her ears. The veil was simple and hung nicely around Ryleigh's shoulders. "Oh my darling. You are a vision." Dakota said as she got up to hug her. "So, do you feel a little less stressed?" Grace asked. Ryleigh smiled gratefully. "Definitely and I think this is the dress." Ryleigh said and the women continued to talk about the dress and the possible makeup and hairstyles they could do.

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Jack raced around the house after showering off. He threw clothes into a bag for Ryleigh and for himself as well. He went to the kitchen to make sandwiches and whatever else Grace asked him to make. She had told him that she had booked a holiday house in Banff for the next few days and that they were to treat it as a bachelor/bachelorette trip. Jack thought that it was a great idea and he couldn't wait. "You all packed mate?" Chase asked as Jack let him in. "Yup. Just making food and getting that packed." Jack replied and Chase went to help his friend. Before too long, Dakota and Ryleigh arrived back at the Mason farm. "We're home losers." Dakota called as she and Ryleigh walked through the front door. "Kitchen." Chase called  and the women walked toward their men. "Is there a reason there are suitcases by the front door?" Ryleigh asked and Dakota nodded. "Last minute bachelor/bachelorette trip." Dakota said as she tried to take a carrot from Jack's hand. He slapped her away. "My carrot." He pouted and Chase and Ryleigh rolled their eyes.

 "Where are we going?" Ryleigh asked while watching the siblings fight over a bloody carrot. "Banff." Jack replied excitedly. Ryleigh smiled. "Whose vehicle are we taking?" The soon-to-be- bride asked. "I've started to pack the car. I figured that it would be a little better and a little more comfortable." Jack explained. "That sounds good but I call Ryleigh and I in the back because then we can have girl talk and you two can focus on driving." Dakota said and Jack shook his head. "I call you and Chase driving because Grace told me that you know where we are going and then Ryleigh and I can talk about the wedding." He countered and Dakota rolled her eyes. "Fine. Chase and I up the front but there will be no talk of the wedding while we are gone. You both need to breathe for two minutes without thinking details." Dakota said and Jack and Ryleigh looked at each other. "We have to at least talk about some things." Jack said as he smiled at his fiancé. "You two still have a couple weeks to take care of that. You can go a few days without talking details. Besides, that will give you two some time to just be together." Dakota said and Ryleigh sighed. "Sounds perfect. Let's just forget everything for a while baby." Ryleigh said and Jack nodded. They finished what they were doing and headed off toward their few days of reprieve.

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"Dakota, what are these?" Ryleigh asked with slight annoyance. "Photo albums. I thought it would be fun to look at them and remember the good old days. Just something to laugh about I suppose." She explained as she shrugged. "And you didn't think to ask?" Jack asked sarcastically. "Nope." Dakota said as she and Chased washed the dinner dishes. Chase and Dakota had offered to make dinner for all of them so that Jack and Ryleigh could relax and unpack. "Fine." Jack and Ryleigh said in unison. "Why don't you two go and make a fire and we will join you when the dishes are done. Take the albums and the other photos with you." Dakota called as the pair walked away. 

"Alright Ryleigh. Pass me the blue album." Dakota said as she sat down next to the woman in the camp chair that Jack set up. All of them having to wear jackets as it was chilly outside. "Thank you." The woman said as Ryleigh passed her the said book. Jack took a long sip of his beer before sighing at all the cooing noises coming from his sister while she looked at pictures of them when they were little. Ryleigh rolled her eyes and turned her attention to a small pile of loose photos. She smiled at a few that held still images of her father. Jack reached for her hand. "I love you." He said and Ryleigh blushed slightly. "Love you too." She replied before taking her hand back and continuing her trip down memory lane. "Look at this one." Ryleigh chuckled as she passed Jack the photo.

(Note: I know that this is Taron with someone else but just use your imagination and if you have a problem with use of personal pictures, fuck off and save your opinions for some one who really and truly cares.)

"Do you remember when this was taken?" Ryleigh asked when she saw a smile tug at his lips. "I sure do. That was the night we got really drunk and fucked." He replied and both Dakota and Chase choked on their beers.  Ryleigh chuckled at their reaction and Jack burst out laughing. "You two fucked?" The other couple asked in unison, once they caught their breaths. Jack and Ryleigh blushed and nodded shyly. "Spill." Chase said. "Yeah, what he said." Dakota agreed. 

*FLASHBACK*

Ryleigh had come home for two weeks since it was her summer break from college. She was excited to be home as she felt a little homesick at times and just wanted to be with her family. Unfortunately for Ryleigh, those two weeks flew by and here she was on the last night with her family. She was sad to say goodbye, but,  the faster she got back, the quicker her graduation would be here and then she could come back home and help her parents with the farm. 

David had fired up the BBQ for dinner and Grace had made her famous apple pie for dessert. As per usual. Jack, Dakota and Ryleigh were roped into cleaning up the dishes and whatnot. David tried to stop his wife from making Ryleigh from doing anything as it was her last night but Grace wasn't having it. "She can help. She is part of this family David, Ryleigh ate as well." Grace said with her hands on her hips. "If you don't like it, you can go outside and make the fire. That way you don't have to see her cleaning." Grace continued and David got up to make the fire. Jack, Ryleigh and Dakota stood in the kitchen trying not to laugh. "Quit your laughing and get back to work. As soon as your done, you three can have the evening to yourselves." Grace said as she walked toward her three kids. They all nodded and Ryleigh saluted her mother, mocking her. Grace rolled her eyes and walked away laughing. "Kids these days." She muttered under her breath as she went to help her husband. 

Grace and David were sitting at the fire when they heard the smash of glass. Both of them bolting into the house. They saw Dakota wincing as Jack cleaned up the glass and Ryleigh held the girl up. "What happened?" David asked as Grace ran to get a towel. "I dropped a cup and before I could warn her, Dakota walked into the kitchen and stepped on the broken glass. I think one piece is kind of deep." Ryleigh explained. "Right. Ryleigh, take her up to her room. Grace and I will be up in a minute." David said and they all worked on getting Dakota comfortable. When everything was said and done, Jack and Ryleigh sat at the campfire. "You think she'll be ok?" Ryleigh asked as she opened another beer. "She's tough. She'll be ok." Jack replied as he played music through the speakers outside. "Really?" Ryleigh asked as Jack sat down and shrugged. "What? It's summer, we're drinking and we're on the lake." He explained as he chugged back the rest of his beer. "Ok then but we should break out the hard stuff and see who can last the longest before admitting they're shit faced." Ryleigh said as she abandoned her beer and went over to the bar area and grabbed two bottles. "Which one do you want? Vodka or tequila?" Ryleigh asked over her shoulder. "Give me the tequila." Jack answered and she walked back to her chair, handing him the other bottle. They both opened their bottles and began to drink and before too long, the teens were shit faced and not because they had one bottle each but because they had at least half of another bottle each. Ryleigh was the first one to admit she was wasted and Jack laughed in victory. "What now?" Ryleigh slurred and she sat back in her chair. "Take a picture with me." Jack answered and Ryleigh shook her head. "No I will not." She dragged out and Jack whined. "Pretty please?" He begged and Ryleigh rolled her eyes, immediately regretting the action. "Fine you moron." Ryleigh huffed and Jack smiled and Ryleigh stood up and staggered over to him. She sat in his lap and pulled out her phone. She set up the camera and the pair moved their faces closer together and screwed their faces up in stupid expressions.

After the photo was taken, Jack picked up his beer and Ryleigh looked up at him as she still sat in his lap. With the alcohol clouding her better judgement, she moved his face so that he was looking down at her and she licked his lips slowly. Jack moaned as he closed his eyes and dropped the can of beer to the ground. "What was that for?" Jack mumbled when she moved away slightly. "I don't know. Guess I just wanted to taste you." Ryleigh admitted and Jack nodded as he slowly leaned down and kissed the girl softly. Ryleigh's hand going to the back of Jack's head pushing him closer. Jack's hands went under Ryleigh's shirt and their tongues explored each other's mouths. Both of them moaning. "Holy fuck." Ryleigh breathed out as Jack moved to kiss her neck. "Hmmmm." Ryleigh hummed as she bit her lip. Jack pulled away and looked at her. He caressed her cheek as he connected his lips with hers again. This time with more vigor. Ryleigh moved her hand so that it rested over Jack's clothed member. He moaned and broke their kiss. "Maybe we should take this inside." He panted out and Ryleigh nodded. "Whatever. I just need you to fuck me to oblivion." Ryleigh replied and Jack growled as he kissed her hungrily. They eventually stood up and Jack her by the hand and they snuck past her parents that were in the kitchen talking. 

The teens made it upstairs and to Ryleigh's room without being noticed. As soon as her bedroom door was shut, Jack pinned her against the wall and roughly kissed her neck. He broke away after a few minutes to remove their clothes, leaving them in their underwear. Jack went back to kissing her now swollen lips. "Stop kissing me and just fuck me already." Ryleigh breathed out. Jack picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and hovered over her. Jack bit and licked his way down to her breasts. The man took her bra off and swirled his tongue around her nipples. She arched her back into him and she cried out when he bit down on them harshly. Jack looked at her through his lashes and smirked at her before continuing to lick and bite his way down her body. "Fuck!" Ryleigh said as Jack removed her underwear and devoured her wet and wanting pussy. His tongue tasting every drop of Ryleigh. Jack moaned against her as he felt the strain of his cock against his black boxers. He thrusted two fingers into her and she sucked in a breath at the sensation. "Yes baby. Just like that." Ryleigh said as she pulled at Jack's hair. He moved his fingers faster and before she could warn him, Ryleigh's orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. He body writhed and shudder him as he pinned her hips down. "Oh fu-ck." Ryleigh moaned as she came down from her high. "I take it that felt good?" Jack teased and all the girl could do was nod. 

Jack moved back up her body and kissed her tenderly. "You haven't felt anything yet little one." He said darkly and Ryleigh shivered. He moved away and removed his boxers. His hardened cock springing free. Ryleigh's eyes went wide as she took in the size of him. Jack smirked and looked at her. "Just relax and you'll be fine. I promise I won't hurt you." He whispered. Ryleigh nodded and smiled gratefully at him. "Condom?" Jack asked and Ryleigh nodded as she went to her night stand and pulled one out. She passed it to him and he put it on. "Ready?" He asked, somehow sounding more sober. "Just do it." Ryleigh said and Jack pushed into her. Ryleigh gripped his arms as she felt her walls adjust to him. "You ok?" He asked with slight concern. "Move." Ryleigh replied as her legs wrapped around his hips. Jack started to move and set a steady pace. Their moans filling the room. 

"Ryleigh." Jack warned as she clenched around him again. "I c-can't help it. I'm close." She panted as his thrusts became sloppier. "Me too." He breathed out as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He bit down on her shoulder and she let go. She shuddered under him again and it sent Jack's orgasm to wash over him as well. He grunted as he came hard. When it was over, Jack flopped on top of Ryleigh and they caught their breaths. "Holy fuck. That was amazing." Ryleigh said sleepily. Jack nodded and looked up her. "Do you want me to stay or go?" He asked before pulling out of her and removing the condom. "I think you should probably go. Less questions in the morning if mom comes to wake us." Ryleigh explained and Jack nodded with a smile. He got dressed again and walked over to Ryleigh and pulled the covers over her. "Goodnight Ryleigh." He whispered as he leaned over her and gave her a sweet kiss.

When the next morning came, Both Jack and Ryleigh were hung over and the events of last night were hazy. Neither of them remembering what happened until Ryleigh had well and truly left for Calgary.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Well fuck. Who knew." Dakota said and Chase nodded. Ryleigh looked at Jack and smiled. "You two were meant to end up together. Finding your way back to each other after all of these years." Chase added and Ryleigh smiled as Jack handed her the picture back. "You should frame that and put it up in whatever house you two live in." Dakota said. "Maybe." Ryleigh replied as she put the picture back in the pile.

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A few hours later everyone was getting ready to head to bed. Jack and Ryleigh were in their room talking and Chase and Dakota decided to have a shower. Dakota had said that she was going to have a shower but didn't say anything about Chase joining her. Why would she? She wanted to fuck Chase's brains out after all.

"What the hell was that?" Ryleigh asked as her and Jack heard a huge bang. Jack jumped up and walked toward the bathroom to check on his sister. "Dakota are you ok?" He asked when he knocked on the door. He didn't get an answer and opened the door to make sure that she wasn't laying on the ground unconscious. What he didn't expect was to see his sister's legs wrapped around Chase's waist as his friend fuck the shit out of his sister. Jack stood there in shock as Dakota's hand slid down the steamed glass. He cringed and quickly shut the door but not before Dakota caught a glimpse of the man closing the door. She rolled her eyes and moaned. Both her and Chase reaching their climaxes at the same time.

Jack ran back to him and Ryleigh's room and slammed the door shut. Ryleigh walked out of the closet and looked at her soon-to-be husband. "Everything ok?" She asked with concern lacing her voice. Jack cringed and pretended to gag. "Nope, not going to say it. I'm going to try and poke out my eyes." He replied as he closed his eyes and tried to forget what he saw. "Why would you do that?" Ryleigh asked as she leaned against the closet door frame. "Chase, Dakota, eww." He said with a grimace and Ryleigh burst out laughing. "Fucking I take it?" She said and Jack nodded. "Open your eyes and I take your mind off of it." Ryleigh said and Jack smirked. "Dirty fucker." She whispered as she walked closer to me. She had gotten a surprise when she found lingerie in her suitcase that Jack had ever so kindly packed for her. "I just need you to fuck me into oblivion." She smiled. "Where have I heard that before?" Jack replied as he picked her up and laid her on the bed where he proceeded to fuck her all night long.

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[bellyjcksn]

event: dayton’s annual bbq location: parking lot, quentin’s tesla

[continued from the event chat]

quentin: Quentin had made his way back to the parking lot to put his guitar back into his car. His 2018 Tesla sp 85 was parked away from most of the other cars, in one of the darkest spots of the lot. He sat in the drivers seat with his door propped open, as he cut up a line on the back of one of his old cd cases. Hoping no one  who would see him and want to cause trouble.

belly: Belly was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Her shroom trip was at the tippy top, everything feeling long and tall and like time was stopping. Her hair was wild, up in a pony tail and her brother's old sweatshirt hung around her frame almost enough to hide that she was wearing shorts. She was int he parking lot somehow, Belly spotting a shiny cool looking car and - ooh, someone was cutting blow. Like a hawk with that shit, she was. "Yo cool guy!" the girl called, skipping over to the Tesla, "usually I don't approach strangers out of fear, it is 2019 right? But this looks iconic as hell. Mind I snap a pic before I start buggin' you for a bump?"

quentin: Hearing the girls voice as she approached his car, he looked up to see who it was. His eyes peering through his dark hair as it hung in his face. A small grin stretched across his lips at her comment and he shrugged slightly to the side. Normally he wouldn’t let anyone snap these type of photos of him, for fear of discrimination. He was the lead singer in a pretty well known band after all. “Sure, go for baby girl”’he responded. “Just don’t use it to black mail me and I’ll give you all the bumps you want.”

belly: "It's for my personal viewing pleasure, but if you're lucky I'll send it to you," Belly replied with a smirk, eyelashes batting. It felt like her steps backward took forever, the air thicker than it had been before the trip had wrapped it's arms around her. Bringing out her phone, she opened up the camera app and snapped a couple of pics, making sure to get the whole Tesla and the the boy in a candid position. All for the 'gram even on a shroomy trip. She'd look later to see if they were any good. "Real MVP for leaning into the bit. Most people tell me to fuck off," she told him moving back towards the car, eyeing the fine white powder and then over the lines of the car.

quentin: “Ah, I see. Fair enough” he chucked lightly. Unable to keep his mind from exploring a bit into his dirty thoughts. He watched her as she took a few steps back and leaned back into his seat. Continuing to focus on cutting up the powder as she snapped the photos of him. “Yeah, well, I’m not in the business of telling people to fuck off. Unless they did me dirty of course” he added. Smiling up at her as she reapproached him and eyed his car. “You wanna get in?” he asked. Reaching out to pop the locks to unlock the passenger door.

belly: "Do you really do that? Tell people to fuck off?" Belly asked, taking the liberty to lean onto the car, her back pressed against the curve of it's frame. The metal felt strange on the back of her thighs but the sweatshirt was covering her back and arms, keeping her from really being able to gauge the way the vehicle felt. She turned, stray curls falling into her eyes from her poorly secured pony tail of wild hair. Eyes twinkling, Bellamy wasn't thinking about stranger danger, just yes. He popped the door and Belly pushed off the car, but she didn't move around the Tesla, instead literally climbing over the boy's lap and through to the passenger side. After getting situated, she couldn't help but laugh, Belly feeling like it had been an army crawl through Alice's tumble to wonderland. "Ooh, this is comfy!"

quentin: “Nah, not really” he replied honestly with another soft chuckle. Truthfully, Quentin didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Although, he was a Scorpio after all, so his words could get sharp when they needed too. His eyes shifted between what he was doing and watching her as he spoke, and he was a bit taken by surprise as she decided to crawl over him. “Oh shit..” he gasped, his words laced with laughter as he held up the old cd case in his hands to keep the drugs safe. “Damn” he grinned over to her shaking his head. He could tell she was fucked up already. But he wasn’t really sure on what. “Yeah.. it is” he nodded. “It’s got some pretty tight features as well.” He added. He reached over to the touch screen and set it on a flickering fire place setting and smiled over to her.

belly: "Oh shit, ambiance," Belly practically sang, wiggling in the seat as her eyes fixated on the screen. She had been in one of these cars before but she was pretty out of it then, ubering home after a club experience. "I'm Belly, by the way. I can't seriously call you Tesla Boy in my head, imma need a name." Her head leaned back into the seat, letting herself relax as her head rolled so she could properly take his face in. Belly didn't let herself stare, the blow on the CD case in his hands looking shiny and crisp, too inviting for it's own good. "Dear god please tell me we're gonna rail this out of a Benjamin and not a Washington. We're in a Tesla for god sakes."

quentin: Quentin chuckled, amused by the girl and her reactions. “Belly? That’s an interesting name. I assume it’s short for something?” he asked. Sliding his hand into his back pocket beneath him to pull out his wallet. “I’m Quentin” he licked his lips as he opened his wallet, his eyes gazing over to her as she spoke her next comment. “But of course... I like to do things in style. Now you know” he teased. Pulling the Benjamin from his wallet and rolling it up with just one hand. “Would you like to do the honors?” he asked, holding the cd case out toward her and offering her the rolled up bill.

belly: Everyone always asked about her name. It was like a built in ice breaker at times and Bel didn't mind it. "Dad was hellbent on naming me after Bellamy the pirate. Belly just kinda stuck from day one," the girl explained, picking some lint off her sweatshirt. And then some of her hair and then a leaf. Where had that leaf come from? "Imma call you Q. Quentin's nice but it's so long. Belly and Q. Kinda like Bonnie and Clyde. Let's take this fucker out, make some mischief?" she teased, pushing off the seat again to sit up right. Belly couldn't help being drawn in, every movement of his slow and steady and seemingly deliberate. "Ooh party tricks! You're gonna have to teach me to one hand roll that perfectly, that was hot fire." Bellamy practically squealed in delight when Quentin offered the first line, her fingers delicately taking the hundred dollar bill from his hand. "Hold it for me? I don't trust myself and you look like you can keep steady?"

quentin: Quentin honestly had no clue who Bellamy the pirate was, but he was sure his older brother would. Considering he was the one obsessed with pirates. He figured he would just as him about it later. For now, he just smiled and nodded his head. Typical move for someone who had no clue. “Q works for me. My mom used to call me curly Q.” His eyes sort of drifted off as he recalled the memory of his birth mom. But, he quickly snapped back into the moment as Belly popped up and suggested making some mischief. “I think we can cause our own mischief right here” he grinned. Letting her take the bill from him as he held the cd case steady for her. “Oh, you have no idea how steady I can be” he teased. Watching her as he wetted  his lips with his tongue and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

belly: "Spicy," she responded, wiggling her eyebrows at him. Belly readjusted herself, folding her knees under her so that she could leverage herself when she leaned over. Silently she wished there had been music playing, old school R&B or something good to vibe to, but beggars couldn't be choosers. They were in a goddamn Tesla for crying out loud. Pushing all of that aside, Belly pressed a nostril closed and used the rolled bill to snort up the fat line Q had so generously provided her, making sure she got the little particles that had fallen out of the cylinder due to not sorting hard enough. Her sinuses stung heavy, nose sniffling and doing a quick dance to move around the blow. Bel was sure that the move helped get everything to her brain faster. "Hell ya, Q, this is good, good shit." Without asked, Belly swiped a little of the powder with her finger, swiping it lazily over her front gums and teeth. "Your turn!"

quentin: “Mhm” he hummed. His grin never fading as he kept his eyes on her. How lucky was he to have this beautiful creature approach him, and actually agree to get into his car to do blow with him? Once she had snorted the line he provided, he licked his lips again. Subconsciously feeling the high she had radiating off of her as she danced around in the seat. “It’s the best” he nodded. Knowing he had paid a pretty nice amount for the purest blow the guy had to offer. He took the bill from her as she frosted her teeth and he held it between his fingers. Pressing one nostril close with the same hand, he snorted two lines one right after the other. The burning sensation causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back against the seat. “Shit...” he almost moaned from the pleasurable feeling. Pinching his nostrils closed as he let the burn slide down the back of his throat. Finally reopening his eyes, he shifted them over to the girl beside him. Never picking up his head as he bit on his bottom lip. “You wanna make out?” he asked. Reaching out with his hand to turn up the volume in his car. Revealing the music that was spilling over his speakers in silence. 

belly: The way he cursed send shivers up her spine, baby hairs playing at her neck spiking. What a weird sensation. Reaching up, a finger twirled curly tendrils, a habit that she couldn't escape. Her body was surging with energy now, craving a couple more lines if he was willing to give it. Licking her lips, Belly leaned back into the seat again, watching him recover from the blow he had railed hard. She felt bad for his nose in a way. Strange, considering she should be feeling bad for her poor sinuses after the day she had. Quentin was attractive, she had to admit that, but anyone that could master two fattys like that was smokin' to Belly Jackson. The next two seconds had Belly laughing, really laughing but not in a mean way, just in an unexpected one. Her giggles were like bells in her ears, mixing with the melody that played through the stereo. But she shrugged then, reaching over for the CD case with the small bits of powder left over. Her eyes stayed on him, swiping another finger through the blow and taking a small bump. Not the most effective, but it worked. After when the thought processes connected and she had to blink a couple of times as the sting of the coke really pulsed through her, the girl nodded, placing the CD case on the dash. She was curious and he was attractive. "Hell ya," Belly responded with a nod, leaning up on her knees and moving closer to him. 

quentin: Quentin couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. The way she twirled her hair, and licked her lips. Maybe it was the coke now reeling through his body, but his heart began to race. Her giggles causing him to smile and chuckle a bit himself. He let her take the cd case from him, and he watched her intently. His lips parting as she snorted the last remaining particles left on the case. She was heavenly, and he was hooked. Prince’s greatest hits spilled over the speakers as the  beautiful girl inched closer to him, and he reached out to place his hand onto her side. Making a tight fist in her sweatshirt as he pulled her onto his lap and brushed his lips against hers.

belly: Raspberry Beret soothed her soul, her body moving along to the beat as she became putty. Her skin was set on fire and Belly wasn't sure if it was the fact that she was wearing a sweatshirt or if it had been the cocktail of drugs she was now on. When she had started munching on shrooms Belly was hoping that her night would become an adventure and sure enough, Q was helping her manifest this destiny. The car doors were open for any bystander to see, but this didn't stop her from letting Quentin pull her into his lap. Moving smoothly over to his side of the car, her long legs found a place on either side of him, her arms snaking around his neck and fingers playing with soft strands of hair as their lips made contact. Electric, buzzing energy surged through her, Belly parting her lips and letting their kiss deepen as the chemical goodness of the blow seeped between their mouths. She almost moaned at how good it was kissing him, less aware of her surrounding now and more focused on the warmth he radiated and the way his hand felt on her side.

quentin: As Belly’s body situated over his, he reached down and leaned the seat back just slightly. The weight of her against him causing him to feel as if he were sinking right through to the bottom of the car. He tried not to become too aroused too soon, but the way her lips burned against his as she deepened their kiss had him defeated. He let a soft hum escape him as he brought his free hand up to the back of her neck. Grabbing a handful of her hair that dangled there. His heart was beating even fast now, his adrenaline though the roof. The thought of being watched thrilling him to the core as he gripped onto her waist even tighter.

belly: The girl half squealed as the seat repositioned backwards, one hand pressing against the seat to keep herself steady. Eyes fluttering closed, Belly sank deeper into the kiss, lost somewhere between surging energy and a fuzzy reality. Normally she wouldn't be kissing a stranger, but it wasn't like it hadn't happened before. Everyone had to have their fun here and there. This guy though? His lips were intoxicating, as if Belly was drinking up  sweet lemon drop at the bar she frequented. The contact of his hand behind her neck had Belly sighing again, her tongue finally slipping from her mouth and caressing his bottom lip in hopes he'd let her have access to him. 

quentin: God, were her lips delicious. The heat radiating between them causing his breaths to fall heavy against her mouth as the taste of her lips saturated his. He lifted his head up slightly from the back of his seat, trying to get as close to her as possible. As if he couldn’t press their lips hard enough together to get the satisfaction he craved. Her lips had become his only supply  of oxygen at this point as he parted  his willingly to allowed her all the access she desired. He couldn’t keep himself from  growing hard beneath her, as their bodies rocked together to the sound of their saliva exchanging mouths.

belly: Belly didn't mind that the world could have been their spectator, lips moving time with each other as if they hadn't just met. She was flying so fucking high, her skin radiating with energy that she hadn't felt before in her nineteen years. Sure, there had been strangers before him, drugs before him, people that she liked to fuck before him. But this was somehow different and familiar all in the same breath if that was possible. His lips and tongue tasted like delicious chemicals, her own mouth numb from the coke but still able to taste him. Belly's hips moved against his lap involuntarily, not really knowing what she was doing in the moment but just going with it all. There wasn't a chance in hell she'd say no. He felt too good, his mouth tasted too good. His hands on her, his lips and tongue - god, she had to be dreaming. Belly almost groaned into him then, their mouths crushed together and working rhythmically to Prince. This had to be written in the universe somewhere, this didn't just happen by chance. And fuck, Belly thought, rotating her hips down into his lap. She could feel him beneath her through his pants and the thick denim of her shorts. Needing a little bit of oxygen, Belly pulled back, peppering cute but sensual kisses over his cheek and to his neck. Every part of his skin tasted good. "Fuck," Belly moaned into his skin, licking a spot on his neck before using her lips to suck a small spot under his ear.

quentin: It didn’t matter what she did at this point, he was hooked. Hook line and sinker, and he was the bait. He would have conformed to anything she wanted or needed of him, no questions asked. He was a pleaser after all, and a bit of a tease. But, the way she rolled her hips down onto his, she was the one in control here. Not that he wouldn’t try to fake it anyway. He wasn’t very open to being submissive with most people, but here he was. Putty in her arms. His head tilted back against his seat again as her soft kisses burned across his skin. His lips parting from how good her lips felt pressed against him, and he hummed softly. He moved his hands to the hem of her sweatshirt and he tugged on it suggestively. Wanting to remove it from her body, but only with her permission. 

belly: It was obvious with the way he pulled at the fabric of her oversized sweatshirt that he wanted it off, and Belly didn't question it. She leaned back for a second, looking at him underneath her with a suggestive smile as she pulled it off and tossed it to the passenger seat. With a cute grin, Belly revealed herself to him, the top half of herself only wearing a lacy black swimsuit top. That only lasted a couple seconds though, her fingers threading into his hair to tilt his head back against the seat, her lips barely brushing his to tease him. "You taste amazing," Belly cooed, closing her eyes and melting through his body again. Her lips finally pressed against his seductively, moving her hands to caress his jawline and neck as they kissed.

quentin: Quentin’s eyes scanned her body as she pulled off her sweatshirt. Her black Lacey swim top causing his lips to curl into a seductive grin, as his hands gravitated to her body. In a matter of seconds she was pulling his head back by his hair and he let out a breathy moan. Fuck, she knew exactly how to keep him wanting more, and she knew exactly what to say to keep him invested. “So do you, mon cherì.” His words flowed out in an almost whisper, with a low tone as his body trembled with desire. He wanted to be inside her, completely. Body and soul. Maybe this was the influence of the drugs he had mixed through out the day, but he didn’t care. He simply wanted her, and he kissed her as if she were all he needed to survive

belly: Belly half giggled into his mouth as she let her lips taste him, really memorizing how good they felt under her own. Quentin was his own drug entirely. Sure the coke helped, but he was warm and fuzzy. He was blurred edges. He was addicting properties and if anyone knew Bellamy Jackson, they knew that she was drawn to that more than a bee was to honey. Every move was magic, sparks that flew into her skin and brain and Belly never flinched from it, instead leaning in harder and hoping that she'd be burned. Was that french? Anyone else in this position would have most likely cared about who could see them, how exposed they were to the world, but not Belly, instead letting her fingers flutter over his shoulder and her hips rotate over his once more. Hearing a couple people walking in the parking lot cheer, she grinned into the kiss, breathless and wanting more. "Close the doors?" she suggested, never really leaving his lips to do so. Bellamy was hooked, the taste of him just as fuzzy as any line would be. "Now?"

quentin: Her giggle was intoxicating to him. He could listen to that sound all night and never tire of it. He was drawn to every little mysterious thing about her, and he was making it very evident. His body reacting to every little thing she did. He lifted his hips slightly to roll them into hers as one of his hands trailed across her body to her breast. His other hand grasping the side of her face as the sounds of cheering from outside faded into the background. He nodded his head eagerly to her suggestion to close the doors, but he moved not. The thought of breaking away from her for the action seemed impossible. As she spoke again, he fought against himself to sit up and pull the door closed. Pushing her back against the stirring wheel as his eyes buried into hers. They were parted and he wanted to take advantage of the space. Bringing his hands to his jeans to unbutton them and pull them open. His button up white tee was already mostly unbuttoned but he pulled against the remaining buttons until his shirt was completely revealing his bare chest beneath it . Licking his lips as he kept his eyes on her, he boldly voiced his desires. “I wanna fuck you. Right here, right now” he almost demanded. Moving his hands to the button on her shorts as he leaned forward to press his lips to her chest.

belly: She didn't stop him, letting Quentin push her against the wheel. Belly enjoyed it, really, the eye contact almost deeply intimate as he told her what he wanted. Every touch was fire against her skin, the look on his face evident that he was feeling just as drawn to her as she was to him. Bellamy didn't expect this. It had been all of fifteen minutes while the fire graphic cackled on the screen of the Tesla and Prince played through the speakers. She welcomed every movement, every touch. Her eyes were hooked on his movements, watching as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and followed his fingers as they undid his shorts. "Shit, okay," Belly moaned breathless, her head tipping back at the sheer thought of what he could do to her if he actually touched where she desired. Just his gaze alone had her trembling. Her hand pressed against the back of his head, guiding him against her chest. "You're so fuckin' hot, Q, wow."

quentin: This was the last thing he expected when the wild eyed beauty walked up to his car. Sure, she was sexy as hell, and the thought crossed his mind. But, never would he have thought she would actually be in to it, and damn, he was glad that she was. Her skin tasted like salty sweetness as his lips caressed across her chest and he trailed soft kisses up the side of her neck. Nibbling at the skin below her ear as his hands brushed gently up her sides. Stopping just beneath her breast and letting his fingers push up underneath the fabric of her Lacey top.  Revealing her naked breast as he pulled her body back against his. Their skin on skin contact causing him to lose even more space in his jeans. He wasted no time bringing one of his hands to unhook her top, his other hand navigating between them to push into her shorts between her legs.

belly: A sigh of pleasure pushed through Belly's lips as Quentin's made their way over her skin and up her neck. It was expert, the way they moved. Modest was something that she was not, so the fact that they were in view of others that peered through the windshield didn't necessarily bother her, in fact Belly welcomed his hands on her as he pulled her swimsuit top to reveal her chest to him. Being pressed against him with their skin melting into each other, the thrill, god it was all pulling her deeper and deeper under her high, Belly's arms open wide to greet the crash. Her own hands pressed patterns into any skin of Quentin's that she could reach, wanting to feel him and ground herself in his body. Top now discarded, her hips angled themselves so that he could undress her further, using her legs to sit up a little. She was already sopping. Wet from excitement and thrill and his touch and the anticipation of his next move. One of her hands moved over his lap, feeling his hardened length under his pants and with a smirk, her fingers buttoned them too.

quentin: Their bodies moved together like poetry. Hands and lips connecting to each other in any place they could as they worked on getting each other undressed. Luckily Quentin’s Tesla offered more space than a typical car, but he was sure they would both end up with bruises in the end. Her shorts were off, and her hands were on him again. Feeling him through the fabric of his jeans as she worked on getting his pants open. A small grin spread across his lips at her touch, Hoping she liked what she felt. He reconnected their lips as he sat up slightly in his seat and let his shirt drop off the back of his shoulders.

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