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drakenology · 3 years

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Operation Deku Day- Izuku Midoriya

author’s note: hiiii! so today’s inspiration is drunk sex. anyone who’s ever had drunk sex before knows that shit hit different. Something about it is soo nasty and hot ugh I’m a sucker. I firmly believe that izuku is an insatiable sex god don’t let that innocent sweetness fool you so he was the perfect candidate for my idea. please enjoy! all characters are aged up 18 +

warnings: cussing, smut!, alcohol use, breeding kink? and sex under the influence. also light degradation

summary: For Izuku’s 21st birthday you and the girls decide to throw him a surprise birthday party. As the night progressed, you and Izuku got real drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other... in more ways than one.

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You spent all week preparing for this surprise party for Izuku. It was his birthday and you really wanted him to feel special and appreciated for being a great friend and loving boyfriend. You were pretty good at pretending that all the things you snuck home were just “things for the apartment” instead of decorations and all his favorite foods for the party. Bakugo being Izuku’s childhood friend couldn’t pass up on helping you and everyone from your graduating class of 1-A prep for the party, keeping everything hidden from Izuku.

“MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DEKU!” He’d yell at him if the green haired pro hero asked one too many questions. Today was finally the day to set up the party. You just had to keep everything hidden for a little while longer. You woke Izuku up with kisses and a plate of his favorite breakfast. He’d always loved pancakes but for whatever reason, he loved your waffles. Izuku could eat them for dinner if you’d let him. He smiled and ate his food, gushing about how he’s finally 21.

“I can drink with you now, Y/N.” He said with a mouthful of waffles. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. “So, what are we doing today?” He asked. Even though today was his birthday, the hero still had to work.

“Oh.. uhm.. well.” You struggle to tell Midoriya that you had “nothing planned” knowing that he’d be hurt by that.

“Maybe we could just go out to the bar and have a few drinks?” You lie, wincing at the upcoming disappointment in his voice. He nodded with a weak smile, trying not to seem too disappointed at the lazy plans. But he was grateful anyways and kind of excited to see the bar scene. After eating his birthday breakfast, he stood up from the bed and got ready for the day. While he was in the bathroom you text the mass group chat with the entire class in it named “Operation Deku Day!” Mina had already been messaging you all throughout the morning reminding everyone that the party starts at 9 pm; right when Izuku is expected to be home.

“So what kind of cake does he like? I’m at the bakery right now.” Todoroki texts followed by an image of the options of cake the menu had.

“Get him chocolate.” You text, giggling at the plan all coming together nicely. You wait for a response while looking at all the gifs and memes everyone’s sending sharing the same excitement for the party.

“Cool. I’ll have them decorate it and drop it off at your place, Y/N. Just let me know when Midoriya leaves.” Shoto texts back, you responding with an Ok and answering any questions about the party from the others.

“Your phone’s going off a lot today, Y/N. Who are you talking to?” Izuku asks, his hips adorning a towel as he just got out of the shower. You look his wet body up and down, almost forgetting to respond to the question before he gets too curious.

“OH! Uh, It’s just the girls. Yaoyorozu wished you a happy birthday.” You laugh nervously, clearly awful at keeping secrets. Izuku just smiles and tells you to tell her he said thank you and got dressed in his hero costume.

“Well, I’m off. I love you Y/N. I’ll see you later tonight.” Izuku says giving you a small peck on the lips as he leaves your shared apartment. You wave goodbye as he shuts the door and jumped up from your bed, texting the group chat

“THE EAGLE HAS LEFT THE NEST. OPERATION DEKU DAY IS AGO.”

Momo, Mina and Uraraka spend all day decorating the house and setting the ambiance for the party. Todoroki brought the cake and put it in the fridge and starting making a small ice sculpture in the shape of All Might for the spiked punch he made (He was known for making a good cocktail). Kyoka made a playlist for the party, she was the DJ afterall. She tweaked the stereo so the sound system would be JUMPIN and laughed maniacally as she knew she was gonna rock the fucking house down. Katsuki insisted on cooking since “You can’t cook half as good as he can.” Or at least that’s what Katsuki said. He handed a hot dish of buffalo chicken dip (my favorite) to Mineta, who insisted on helping with... idk something.

“It’s hot on the bottom, idiot. If you drop my dip I’m gonna drop my fucking fist down your throat.” Bakugo shouts, making Mineta nervous as he walks carefully with the dish. Sero and Yaoyorozu were putting the finishing touches on the decorations as you check the clock on your phone. Shit. It was 8:59. You see a text you received from Izuku 30 minutes ago saying he was on his way home and another from just now saying he’s coming upstairs. You squeal and start panicking. He was probably already on your floor.

“Everybody ready? Izuku’s home!” You yell over everyone’s excited chatter. Everyone replied in a harmonious yes and took their places. You run towards the door and adjust your strapless dress, turning off the lights. You stand behind the houseplant by the door and almost squeal in excitement as you hear the door click unlocked.

“Y/N?” You hear Izuku say nervously as he turned on the lights. He gasps as everyone jumps out from their hiding places and yell

“SURPISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!”

He smiles brightly and grabs you, giving you the biggest hug while lifting you off your feet.

“Wow, thanks everyone!” He says excitedly, looking around the room to see all his friends. He became a little emotional knowing that you all went through the trouble of planning a surprise birthday party for him. You wipe his tears and give him a big fat kiss, earning an excited spin from him.

“We love you Izuku. Now, let’s enjoy your party!” You said as you let him to the delicious spread of food to start Izuku off. Kyoko started the music and danced along to the beat to get everyone to join in on the fun. Mina pulled Uraraka towards the living to dance with her as she waved Asui over to join in. Shoto manned the punch bowl, serving everyone with a half smile hoping they like his punch. Midoriya walks over to grab a plate of food from Katsuki.

“Yo, Ka-Chan!” He yelled over the music. Bakugo smirks and gives the birthday boy his plate. They chat over the food and laugh together as they have a good time in each other’s company. Katsuki seemed to cease the usual teasing, just for this one special night. You giggle and run over to the dancefloor with your cup of punch in toe. You drink and dance at the same time, spilling a little bit of punch as it ran down your chin. Mina laughs and takes your hands dancing along to the beat with you. The night was young and the party was a success. You were just glad Midoriya seemed to be having a great time.

Drink after drink you feel yourself get extremely tipsy, stumbling around with a drunk Mina and Asui. Uraraka had passed out on the couch from all the drinking and dancing. Even Momo was drunk, creating a phone to drunkenly call in some pizza since there was no more of the food Katsuki made. It was 1 am and everyone was still partying like there was no tomorrow. Including Midoriya. You had never seen this shy boy act so boldy and confidently. It was kind of a turn on. He was in a chug contest with Bakugo, seeing who out of them both could drink the most drinks the fastest. Ida, Shoto, Kirishima and Kaminari crowded around the two chanting chug chug chug as they both drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Izuku finished first, erupting into a loud and boisterous burp. Bakugo grunts and raises Izuku’s arm in the air claiming him the victor. When the hell did Katsuki EVER admit to defeat?

“ *hic* IZUKU’S THE FUCKING CHAMPION! *hic* And he’s one of my best fucking friends! I- I love you bro.” Katsuki says, slurring his speech and stuttering over his words. Midoriya winks at you, who was watching the whole thing go down from across the room.

“L-Love you too, Kaaaachan.” Izuku slurred, stumbling over to you to give you a kiss. He wanted to celebrate his victory the right way; with a kiss from his girlfriend who was looking sexier than usual tonight. Midoriya approached you, smelling like beer and sweat as he pulled you close to him. Without warning he crashed his lips into yours, turning a sweet kiss into an intense and passionate make out session in front of the whole party. Something definitely took over in Midoriya. He was more aggressive with you than usual. You hear encouraging whoos and a jealous aww from Mineta who wished he was the one kissing you. Izuku waved him away as if he was shooing a fly and lifted you up, carrying you away from the party and into your bedroom. He shut the door with a slam, you squealing with excitement as he heatened the kiss. Izuku’s hands were all over you, groping your ass, squeezing your boobs and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. He was a beast, hungry for his well deserved prize.

“Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” Izuku asked, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he throws you on the bed. You can’t even answer as you stare at him dumbly, still shocked at your normally sweet and gentle boyfriend turn into a lust stricken beast. He hovers over you on the bed, drinking in your body in that tight little dress you wore. Izuku feels himself stiffen at the sight of you, pulling your panties down under your dress.

“’M gonna leave this dress on. You look so good right now, ya know that? Your tits are popping out of this little thing” Midoriya hisses, taking his calloused hand and rubbing tight circles on your already sensitive bud. You moan at his dirty words, intoxicated on his touch as you grab a pillow and cover your face with it. Izuku snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room, eager to hear your moans no matter who else was around to hear them.

“Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He said, easing two fingers inside you wet walls. You moan like a pornstar, grabbing onto Midoriya’s arm for dear life as he fingered you with a steady pace. Izuku’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you make those faces he loved to see pull on your features as he pulled your breasts out of your dress suckling on your swollen nipple. You pant, gasping at the euphoric feeling as the pit of your stomach tightened, threatening to snap as you approach a fast climax. Izuku noticed you body language automatically able to tell you’re about to cum. He quickened his pace as he watched you arch your back as you came undone before him.

“Good girl.” Izuku coos as he takes his hand and sucked his sweet juices off his fingers. You flutter your eyes open as Izuku pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, his impressive length springing out as you lick your lips at the sight. You wanted him in your mouth so you grab his dick and stroke it with a tight grip earning an eager moan from Midoriya as he grabbed your hair.

“N-No. As much as I want you to, I have to be inside you.” He stutters, pulling your dress up over your hips. He kissed you sloppily, slipping some tongue in as you moan into the kiss. He motioned for you to bend over and you do so with excitement, wiggling your ass to tease him as he smacked it with fervor.

“You ready for me?” Izuku asked tapping his dick against you as you nod and back yourself onto him, feeling his dick slide inside you with ease. You both moan at the feeling as Midoriya grabs your hips and thrusts harshly inside you, holding nothing back as he pulled your hair and smacked your ass. The muffled sounds of the music along with the sinful noises coating the walls of your room were all you could hear as you feel his hand reach forward to rub your clit as he brushed up against your g-spot repeatedly. You scream, trying to keep up with his swift and hard strokes as you throw your ass back on him, gripping the sheets for dear life. You’re sure everyone can hear your loud moans over all the music as you approach a second climax.

“I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum, baby. You want me to fill you up don’t you, you filthy whore?” Izuku said, earning a frantic yes from you as you whine for him. You’re shocked at his words but more so turned on by them as you clench around him, cumming for him a second time. Izuku hissed as he rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Soon enough, he’s coating your insides with his hot seed, grunting and moaning as he ruts into you a few more times. You whine at the loss of his dick as he pulled out of you. Izuku watched as his thick sperm dripped out of you, satisfied with the job for now. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off sloppily, still heavily intoxicated. You giggled and grabbed your underwear and slipped them back on to rejoin the party. Izuku and you were both a visual mess. It looked as if you both just had sex, your hair was an absolute wreck, your dress was disheveled and you were missing a shoe. Izuku was just as bad, sweat glistening on his forehead and he had this big cheesy grin plastered on his face. You hoped you were both inconspicuous enough for you both to just rejoin the party as if nothing happened in your bedroom. But Mina took one look at you two and erupted into laughter.

“You two just had sex didn’t you?!”

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rhys-writes-sometimes · 3 years

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Music Worth Making Part 1: Bright Forever

Requested: nope!

Warnings: abuse, child neglect, shitty parents, death, food, terrible writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all.

Chapter Summery: The band Sunset Curve was about to have a life-changing concert when they ate some bad hotdogs and died. 25 years later, you’re best friends with the girl who discovers them.

Words: 3,026

A/N: This is pretty much just introducing the characters and their relationships to one another. Things will get more interesting in the next few chapters.Also, the reader is non-binary! <3 lyrics are italicized Part 2 ______________________________________________________

Hollywood 1995

“Don’t look down, ‘cause we’re still rising up right now, and even if we hit the ground we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, but live it like it’s now or never.”

The teenaged boys finished their soundcheck, earning scattered applause and even a “whoo!” from the employees working at The Orpheum that night. The band didn’t try to hide their smiles as they took a bow.

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve!” one called out.

“Tell your friends!” another added.

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we’ve ever played on a soundcheck,” one said as they set down their instruments.

“Wait until tonight man, when this place gets packed with record execs.”

The boys all nodded, thinking of all the chances of fame they would have after that night.

“Okay, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs?”

Two of the other boys liked that idea, but the other one had other plans.

Jumping off the stage, he started to make his way over to a young woman who was wiping down tables.

“Hey Bobby, where you going?” the one who had suggested they go get street dogs called out.

“I’m good!” he called out to his bandmates, then said to the girl: “Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal.”

“You guys are really good,” she said with a smile as the other three guys joined their band member at her table. “I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

The guys all smiled.

“That’s what we do this for,” one of them said. The tips of his chestnut colored hair almost reached the top of his shirt with cut off sleeves. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” Reggie had black hair and was wearing a leather jacket with a red flannel tied around his waist. An interesting combination, but somehow the outfit worked.

“Alex.” A boy with blond hair spoke up from where he was hovering just to the side of the group, wearing a pale pink t-shirt.

“Bobby.” The boy who had first walked over to the girl had brown hair and a sleeveless jacket over a t-shirt.

“Nice meeting you guys. I’m Rose.” The girl smiled at all of them again as Luke licked his finger and stuck it in Bobby’s ear.

“Oh uh, here’s our demo, and a t-shirt, size beautiful.” Reggie handed Rose a CD and a t-shirt, earning a small groan from Alex.

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one.”

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands,” Alex informed her.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asked, clearly wanting to talk to Rose without the other three around.

“Yeah.” Luke leaned closer to Rose, as if to tell her a secret. “He had a hamburger for lunch.”

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“Man, I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex grumbled as he put a pickle on his hot dog. “Hey, sorry, I got some pickle juice on your battery cables.”

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the man cooking hot dogs said with a slight chuckle.

“That can’t….okay.”

The three made their way over to a couch to eat. Before they could dig in, however, Luke started speaking.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing The Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Eat up, boys. ‘Cause after tonight, everything changes.”

They all bit down hungerly into their street dogs.

Alex was the first to notice that something was off. “That’s a new flavor,” he said, a small amount of worry creeping into his tone.

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie tried to calm down his friend.

Luke hesitated for a moment, then took another huge bite.

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Los Angeles 2020

You made your way through the hallway, walking fast, faces pass, weaving around people as you tried to reach your locker. You smiled as you saw your two best friends waiting for you.

“Hey, underacheiver,” Flynn said in greeting.

“Hey, disappointments,” you joked back to them. “Okay, Julie, I know you don’t want me to ask, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?”

“I’ll know in the moment.” The frizzy-haired girl fiddled with her bracelets as she spoke, the only clue that she was nervous for her proformance later.

“Really, Jules? That’s all your giving us? Mrs. Harrison said-” Flynn was cut off from scolding one of her best friends.

“This is my last chance, I know, I was there,” Julie finished. Flynn smiled softly for a moment, but it turned to a grimace of disgust as she noticed a girl handing out flyers.

“Ugh, what is she handing out?” she questioned.

“Desperation?” you said, only half joking. Julie and Flynn snickered.

However, you put on a smile as the girl walked up to the three of you.

“Here you go. My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow. I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do,” she said, her eyes sweeping over you critically as she handed the flyer to Flynn.

Flynn put on a bright, sarcastic smile. “Oh my gosh, Carrie, thanks!”

“Oh my gosh, Flynn, don’t bother coming!”

The three of you rolled your eyes at Carries retreating back. However, someone else caught Julie’s eye.

“Nick?” you asked, looking between Julie and the blond-haired boy she was staring at.

“Still?” Flynn asked. “You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you’d actually have to talk to him to know that,” Flynn said with a small smile. “And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby.”

You nodded your approval of this statement as Flynn called out “Demon!” in Carrie’s direction.

The three of you turned towards the lockers and laughed quietly.

“There’s that smile,” Flynn said, lightly poking both you and Julie’s face. “Now come on, let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

You flinched slightly as she put her arm around you, but tried not to show it.

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“Okay, we have one last proformance,” Mrs. Harrison called out. “Julie.”

You squeezed her hand slightly as she stood up and walked over to the piano.

She sat in silence for a moment, before saying “I’m sorry,” and running out of the room, with you and Flynn not far behind.

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“I’ll be back to pick you up at 5:30. Have fun at practice, Danny!” you called out after your little brother as he ran to join the baseball team. This was a daily routine for you; drop Danny off at practice, go to Julie’s to study and eat, pick up Danny, go home and endure torture.

You let your mind wander as you walked to Julie’s house, which luckily wasn’t very far from the sports fields. Walking through the front door, you let your bag fall to the ground as you went to go get something to eat.

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A few hours later, you were walking back to the sports fields.

“Hey, Danny,” you said once you saw him, ruffling the boy’s hair. “How was practice?”

You paid attention as best you could as he rambled on about what had happened that day, but if you were honest, you didn’t understand a thing about sports. You were just glad your brother had found something that made him happy.

You closed the front door as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake your father. You tip-toed into the kitchen to start making dinner, as you did every night.

“Olivia, is that you?” you mother asked. You winced.

“Yes, mother,” you sighed slightly, afraid to tell her that you had changed your name to Y/N.

“Hurry up and get dinner started. My feet are tired from cleaning all day.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at the excuse that was very obviously a lie, your house was a mess and you knew you would be expected to clean it later, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. So you fell into a robotic sort-of motion that you had developed as a way of hiding your emotions and thoughts from your parents.

Thirty minutes and one burnt fingertip later, dinner was ready and waiting on the table.

“Wake up, Harold, dinner is ready.” Your mother shook your father awake. You knew if you tried that, you would be slapped across the face. By both of them.

However, your father just sat up sleepily and lumbered over to the table. You stood over to the side as your family ate, not being allowed to join them.

“Goddamned roast beef is overcooked again,” he grumbled. You blinked back tears. Such a small thing shouldn’t upset you, you knew, but it did.

You endured the criticism on the meal you had worked hard to make from your mother and father for the next half-hour. Your father declared himself full and snapped his fingers at you. You whisked his plate away before taking your mother’s, too. She never ate after he finished. You took Danny’s too, but only because you knew that your parents disapproved of him still eating.

“Hey,” your father said, his voice already low and dangerous. “Give your brother back his plate. He wasn’t finished yet.”

You set the plate back down, nodding and shaking slightly. “My apologies, father.”

“Don’t appologize to your father, appologize to your brother!” your mother exclaimed, grabbing Danny’s hand from across the table and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s okay, really, I was done,” he hurried to say.

Your mother frowned at him. “Are you sure, darling?”

He nodded.

“Well, okay then…” she said, still frowning slightly. “You may be excused.”

He ran off to his room. You took his plate.

Heading back to the kitchen with a small sigh, you started making a meal for yourself out of what was left, leaving enough so that your family would have leftovers.

You ate silently, thinking about how nice it would be to have a caring family. Of course, Danny cared, but he was too young to stand up to your parents, and you never wanted him to have to. You would protect that boy at all costs.

Holding in a sigh, you cleaned up from dinner, and then pulled out the duster to start to clean the house. You were stopped, however, by your mother.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I’m cleaning the house…”

“Didn’t you hear me say earlier that I cleaned it? Are you insulting my cleaning job?”

“N-no, I-”

“You what?” Without waiting for an answer, she slapped you across the face. You struggled to remain emotionless; your face stung.

You thought it was over, but then your father joined in.

“What’s this Jennifer? Is Olivia insulting your hard work?”

“It’s Y/N…” you muttered quietly. Your father overheard and put his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“As long as you’re living under my roof it will always be Olivia. And even if you could change your name, that doesn’t change your gender, freak,” he spat.

“I know,” you whispered.

He slapped you.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

Blinking back tears, you stood still as they walked away. Eventually, you remembered the duster in your hand. Placing it back on the shelf, you walked back up to your room, hoping you would be able to escape them for the rest of the night.

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The next morning as you and Danny were walking to Julie’s house to go to school, you heard something you hadn’t heard in a long time: music. Julie was singing.

“Wake up, wake up, if it’s all you do, look out, look inside of you, it’s not what you lost, it’s what you’ll gain raising your voice to the rain.” You smiled. It had been so long since you last heard her voice, and her music was a gift to the world.

You walked into the studio alone, Danny having gone to talk to Carlos. Julie looked up with small tears in her eyes, seeing you standing there, smiling. She smiled back.

“It’s so nice to hear you play again.”

Julie smiled wider. “Thanks.”

Just then, Flynn burst in.

“Carlos told me you’d be out here. We need to talk.” She crossed the room to where the two of you stood by the piano.

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing the tears running down her face.

“No, I’m not okay! One of my best friends just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say. Might’ve drank seven sodas, but I need to get this out.”

“Wait, I have something to tell you-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk.” Flynn took a deep breath. “You can’t give up music. You’re music’s like a gift, that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like, cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn-” you started to say, but she cut you off.

“Uh-uh! I don’t know why you’re siding with her, Y/N. I know you like hearing her play.”

You knew Flynn didn’t mean to hurt you, but her words stung a little. You nodded once and retreated back into yourself slightly. Flynn was too emotional (and sleep deprived) to notice.

“When we were six, we promised to be in a band together. Double Trouble!”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie said, laughing slightly.

“That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hall sometimes, but we’ll have different lives, make new friends…” Flynn said the last part quieter. You could tell she hated the thought of losing one of her best friends.

“That’s not true,” Julie reassured her, but Flynn wasn’t finished.

“You’re right. I won’t be making any new friends. I’ll only have Y/N, and they’re amazing but I’d miss you Jules! And the only time we’ll contact each other is when we’re liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart will be breaking because one of my best friend’s left me, and… do you have any soda? My head hurts.”

“Can I talk now?” Julie asked tentatively.

“Fine.”

“I just played the piano and sang again. Y/N can confirm it.” You nodded when Flynn looked at you excitedly.

“What? Why didn’t you just say so?” She asked, practically bouncing with joy.

“She was trying to, but then your seven soda’s kicked in,” you answered with a small laugh.

Flynn was grinning from ear to ear now. “I’m so happy for you! And me! And Y/N!”

You all hugged, but Flynn pulled away quickly, gasping. “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in school and my life won’t be that sad picture I just painted for you!”

You giggled as Flynn put her arms around both of you. “Y/N, our girl’s back. Double Trouble lives again!”

“Still not our band name,” giggled Julie.

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“Did you end up getting back into the music program?” you asked Julie at the end of your study session for the day. She looked down at her shoes, and you knew what the answer would be before she said it:

“No. No I didn’t.”

You tried not to look too disappointed for her sake. “Oh. I’m really sorry, Jules.”

“It’s…” she sighed. “It’s okay. I can reapply next semester.”

You hugged her.

“Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you,” she said right as you were about to walk out of the door. “We decided not to move.”

Despite the news that one of your best friends was no longer in the music program, a smile lit up your face. “That’s great!” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug. Then you walked out the door, not wanting to be late to pick up Danny.

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“Check it out, yeah we make ‘em say Wow!” Carrie bowed as her band, Dirty Candi, finished their dance number. You were at the spirit rally, saving a seat for Julie and Flynn, who were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly Flynn plopped down beside you.

“Oh hey, where were you?” you asked the girl.

She tried to blow a piece of hair out of her face, frowning slightly when it wouldn’t move. “I was in the band room. I wasn’t feeling very… spirt-y.” You both chuckled slightly.

“Where’s Jules?” You looked around for the other girl, but couldn’t see her.

As if in response to your question, music filled the gym as someone started to play the piano on the stage. You looked up to see Julie, alone on stage, with a spotlight on her.

“Sometime’s I think I’m falling down, I wanna cry, I’m calling out, for one more try, to feel alive,” she sang, her voice echoing slightly as it filled the room. You smiled, happy she was singing again.

Then suddenly, there were three boys on stage with her.

“Whoa!” Flynn exclaimed.

“Where did those boys come from?” you asked in amazement. Julie seemed a little shocked that they were there too. One of them, the lead guitarist you guessed, started singing the second verse.

“In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed some help,” he sang.

“Whoa, he has a really good voice,” you said, your mouth hanging open slightly.

You found yourself staring at him as the song went on. You could tell that he really enjoyed playing, and found yourself getting caught up in the music.

“And rise, through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together, bright forever!” Julie harmonized with the boys, finishing the song. You started clapping with the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch, proud of your friend.

Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the boys were gone.

#fanfic #jatpfic #rhys writes sometimes #tw abuse #tw food #tw death #julie and the phantoms x reader #x reader #jatp x reader #luke x reader #luke patterson x reader #music worth making series

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were-all-going-to-hell-goodbye · 4 years

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Okay your reply was amazing and cute, but I got another one. Say Izuku is with his boyfriends and dads (because one Aizawa insisted on coming as he was the chaperone and Mic tagged along) going to the mall and Izuku spots some people from Aldera and boy does his personality change from happy puppy to scared timid pup. Of course the group noticed him and goes up to ask if he took the advice. How does the others react especially Bakugou?

(Like I’ve said before this AU is a bit different, but someone did still tell him to kill himself)

We all know Dadzawa come along because he did not trust a single of those fuckers along with his- “KAMINARI THISE HANDS BETTER STAY ABOVE THE HIP AND YOUR FACE BETTER STAY 30 FEET AWAY!” “W-what?” “YOU HEARD ME!” Mic joined because live Dadzawa content? Yes please.

Anyway, Intro (Even though it’s gonna be solo reactions): Izu’s wanted a date like this since forever, he either got just one on one time, or two or three at a time, but they’ve only done a group outing once and that was before they were dating. It sucks that the girls couldn’t come, but Momo’s parents wanted her home, and Mina had dance practice. But it was nice being out alone with the boys.

Well, almost alone....

“Stop giving me that look.”

Izuku sticks his tongue out and pulls on the underside of his eye.

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t here!”

Aizawa sighs as Mic snickers about something with Denki in the background.

“I can’t leave you alone with these...!”

“These what?”

“These predators!!!”

(“I believe he’s talking about you, King Explosion Murder.” “OI! FUCK OFF MIND FUCKER”)

“What? You think one of them is gonna strip me in the middle of the mall?!”

“I wouldn’t put it past that one!”

“HA! Take that mind fucker!”

“...That’s fair.”

Izuku threw his hands in the air, knowing he won’t win this fight. That didn’t stop him from grabbing both Shinso’s and Bakugou’s hands as he passes them though.

Ignoring Dadzawa’s sputtering, and his whole existence as whole, Izuku is determined to have the best day ever!

As the day goes on Izuku migrates between his boyfriends, bugging his dad, and napping on Shoji. All in all, it was a wonderful day, and it was going to get even better because they were finally going to the Hero Merch store! Even though Dadzawa told him he was only allowed three things.

Heh, jokes on him, Todoroki once bought him the whole McDonalds franchise because he was craving a big mac at three am, his boyfriends got him covered.

So, with that thought in mind, he swung hand in hand with Denki and Sero, giggling at the little jokes they told him.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the little quirkless slut of Aldera. See you’re still selling your body. Too bad you didn’t take the advice given, or did you actually do it and fail?”

No one’s ever seen Izuku wilt so fast, and he’s never snatched his hands away from them before.

Everyone was too shocked to go after Izuku when he ran off, it wasn’t long after they lost sight of him in the crowd that the assholes in questions started laughing like Izuku’s pain was funny.

These fuckers had another thing coming.

Dadzawa: I wasn’t the one who told you this but he threatened these kids so badly. One kid passed out, the other burst into tears, and the last one pissed his pants. He erased each of their quirks, said if they don’t shape up he’ll find them and make sure they never went anywhere with their lives. And oh, did he mention he was a Pro-hero? Oh, he did? Yeah, well, not only could he get them black listed from every hero school in Japan he could also get them expelled from their current school. He also may have shaken the crying one a few times in his capture weapon.

Mic: That was probably the loudest Mic has ever gotten without using his quirk. He publicly dragged their asses in front of the whole mall, scolding them and very clearly using his influence as a well-known hero to his advantage. He told them the path they were on could very quickly lead to them becoming villains and if he encountered them doing illegal things he would have no mercy.

Bakugou: Surprisingly, he did not throw the first punch, who did? Well that’s a surprise for later, but Bakugou has mad respect. Anyway, after the leader lost a few teeth, Bakugou tore them a new asshole, like this boi was r u t h l e s s and it was funny as hell. He yelled at them for like 30 minutes and he didn’t let them leave after that, after making them piss their pant he forced them to come along to find Izuku and when he did he made them get on their knees and beg for him forgiveness and if Bakugou didn’t like the apology he threatened to “BLAST YOUR ASSES TO HELL!”

Todoroki: This boy, with no hesitation, froze them up their necks, MADE A FIRE BALL IN HIS HAND, AND FUCKING THREATENED TO FREEZE THEIR BABY MAKERS OFF, BURN THEM, AND FORCE FEED THEM TO THEM IF THEY EVER SPOKE, LOOKED, OF THOUGHT OF IZUKU IN ANYWAY, AND HE WOULD KNOW. He then left them there without unfreezing them, but Dadzawa found out and told him to let them out.

Kirishima: He definably got physical, but he didn’t throw a punch. He just grabbed the one to speak by his shirt and slammed him into a wall before calling him the unmanliest person he ever met and he was attack by a homicidal toddler with hands all over his body. He then states that not only was he attacked twice by villains and won, but he was the key to defeating a villain that was giving Fat Gum a probably so a “disrespectful little shit like you would be no problem”

Denki and Sero: Denki imminently lost his shit, like he was sparking and electricity was popping off his body, (If you can’t tell I simp SO hard for Denki) he went to shock them, but Sero taped his mouth closed and his wrist together to stop him so he wouldn’t “accidently” kill them. Now Sero himself as soon as he was done with that, turned to the three of them and taped them together and to the wall with just enough space underneath their noses to breathe.

Tokoyami and Shoji: Tokoyami isn’t really one to yell, so he just glared darkly at them while pretending he didn’t see Dark Shadow giving them a piece of her mind. He also pretended not to see when she started grabbing them to shake and toss in the air like they were rag dolls. He did however trip the one who tried to one away so Dark Shadow could grab his ankle and drag him away screaming. Since Dark Shadow only had two hands, Shoji made sure to keep the extra one within grabbing distance and if he threatened to show up in the night and destroy everything they love while they sleep, well, Tokoyami didn’t see or hear that either.

Shinso: Oh, this boi, this one of best boi. We love the tired child, yes, we do~. Ahem, anyway. I feel like it best if I directly tell you what was said. “HEY YOU SAD SACKS OF SHIT MUNCHERS!” “What the fu-” “Fuckface, how about you piss yourself and knock yourself out by running into that wall.” “Shitfuck, I don’t know, fucking go up to the nearest girl them scream that you like men and want to date her because she looks close enough.” “And you, wings, how about you strip and streak around the mall, make sure you use those wings so you don’t get caught.”

Iida: He with no hesitation fucking recipro burst and fucking punched the shit out of the one talking. Like that was a Stain paralyzed my brother level punch. He looked these fuckers in the face and just fucking threatened their l i v e s, he was like “If I can go after Stain and win you best believe I will have no hesitation in doing worst to you.” Then he was going on about how pure and smart and amazing Izuku is and how they didn’t even deserve to speak his name. After saying all that he went to leave, then froze, turned and around and fucking quirk kicked the nearest kid in the balls and the other in the stomach.

WHOO that was a lot, I wanted to keep them as in character as I could while also putting in a few of my hc for this AU. I hope I did well, and I hope you enjoy this!!!! Have a PLUS ULTRA day!!!

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thatbloodymuggle · 4 years

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the one with the compass

Tongue Tied (jj maybank) 7/?

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warnings: crappy writing, major filler chapter

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"This is empty. You took empty tanks?"

Rosie watched in disbelief as Kie examined the scuba diving gear John B had stolen from Ward. She stared dumbfounded at the black-eyed boy. John B merely hung his head in response.

The water around them was calmer than usual, and the sun was setting, making it a picturesque sight. The calm of the water and the sky contrasted what they were about to do.

"Okay this one's a quarter full. That's enough for one of us," Kie sighed. The five teenagers looked at each other.

"Love it when a plan comes together," Pope quipped.

Kie ignored him, "Does anybody know how to dive?"

Rosie looked down at her stitched hand and frowned, "I mean I've been diving before," Kie, Pope, and John B look hopeful. "But I can't get in the water right now," she held up the injured hand, and their shoulders all slumped.

Silence followed.

"It's kind of a Kook sport," JJ sighed.

Pope cleared his throat, "I, uh, read about it?"

Kie huffed and threw her hands in the air, "Great! Pope read about it, so someone's gonna die."

"You put the thing in your mouth and you breathe. How hard can that be?" JJ looked to Pope.

Rosie rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to argue, but Pope beat her to it.

"If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get the bends."

John B and Kie seemed to understand the risk, but JJ wasn't so quick.

"You mean bends like," the blond bent over, sticking his ass out in a suggestive manner, "bend over and..."

"The bends kill you, dumbass," Rosie deadpanned.

"I can dive," John B interjected, though his voice was full of uncertainty.

Kie cocked an eyebrow at him, "Since when can you dive?"

"I'll do it," he affirmed.

The group looked at each other and paused for a moment, before Pope broke the silence, "Let me do some calculations real quick. So that boat's about 30 feet down, right? So it'll take 25 minutes at most at that depth, which means you need to make your safety stop at about... 10 feet for two minutes."

John B nodded. Rosie watched Kie strip herself of her t-shirt and jump into the water. Rosie caught onto what her friend was doing, but the three boys ogled at her like idiots. Rosie rolled her eyes, and pulled her legs up into her seat. JJ instructed John B on how to get inside the cargo hold and Rosie found herself zoning out fairly quickly. She stared out at the horizon, admiring the pristine line between the blue water and the orange sky.

"Diver down?"

Rosie was pulled out of her thoughts and watched with a smug grin as Kie gave John B a kiss on the cheek.

"Diver down."

John B jumped into the water and slowly sank down. Rosie turned back into her seat in the boat and stretched her legs out. Her bare feet nudged against JJ. He shot her a look and shoved them off, but she put them back up on the seat with a smirk.

"Shit. Guys!" Pope cried out as the wailing of a siren filled the previously peaceful air.

Rosie's head shot towards the source of noise to see a boat heading towards them.

"That's the police," JJ stated the obvious.

"Just act frickin' normal," Kiara flung her hair back and situated herself into an unnaturally natural position.

Rosie's heart raced, but she remained in her relaxed position as to not raise suspicion.

"Evening, officers," Pope addressed them.

"Evening."

"How you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?"

The teenagers all looked at each other with faces of mock surprise.

"No, wow."

"Why is it closed?"

"We're conducting a search out here. Boat went down," the officer replied.

Rosie remained silent while the officer interrogated them some more questions before asking if he could take a look around their boat. She sat up in her seat and moved out of the way so he could inspect it. Rosie's worry-filled eyes met JJ, who held a calm expression; though she knew he was freaking out internally too. Rosie's leg shook with anxiety as the officer stood at the edge of the boat and looked down at where John B had to be waiting. The teenagers waited..and waited.. and waited. Finally, the officer deemed it acceptable and moved back into his own boat.

"Let us know if you see anything on your way out," the officer called out.

"We'll be gone soon, sir," Pope replied as the police drove away.

As soon as they were headed in the other direction, all four teenagers raced to the edge of the boat and peered down. Rosie watched the water expectantly. Sure enough, seconds later, John B floated to the surface and the tension in her shoulders deflated.

"Thank God!" she cried.

"There he is!"

"Did you find anything?" JJ asked in excitement.

John B threw a soaking duffel bag onto the boat. JJ, Rosie, Kiara, and Pope all cheered and helped their friend out of the water.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I ran out of air," John B panted.

Kie sighed, "You scared the shit out of me."

Pope and JJ explained the situation with the cops, but Rosie and Kie's attention was elsewhere. Rosie watched a boat with two men approach from the distance. Something about them sent an uneasy feeling crawling up her spine.

"Hey, guys? Bogey two o'clock," Kie directed the boys' attention to the boat.

"What are they doing back there?"

"The marsh is closed," Rosie mumbled.

"Let's not stick around to find out," JJ moved to get the bowline from the water.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted to one of panic as JJ fought to get the line out of the water as fast as he could. The boat was rapidly approaching, and it didn't seem very friendly.

"JJ hurry up," Rosie urged the blond.

The boat was getting closer and closer.

"Don't wait for me, go!" he worked as fast as he could. John B raced to the drivers seat and revved up the engine.

"Go go go!"

"Go into the marsh!"

"I'm going," John B shot back at his panicked friends.

He steered the boat into the marsh in an attempt to lose them. Rosie watched in anticipation as the boat followed them into the marsh and started to gain speed.

"Guys, they're following us!" Kie called out in panic.

"John B, you gotta go faster!" Rosie urged him on, the anxiety spreading through her body.

"Gun it!" JJ added on, looking back and forth between his friend and the boat.

The two boats raced down the strip of water, both going as fast as they could.

BAM

Rosie jolted at the noise while simultaneously being shoved down by JJ. She turned her head back to see that one of the men was now aiming a gun at them. Her heart was pounded painfully against her chest.

"John B, get down!" she cried at the boy who was still up and steering the boat.

BAM

Gunshot after gunshot rang throughout the air, and the fear in Rosie's body increased with each one. She locked eyes with Kie who was pointed at a fishing net at the end of the boat. Rosie nodded and moved to get up with her, but was pulled back down again by JJ.

"JJ, let go," she hissed at him, but he tugged her down harder.

"Kie, get down!" John B yelled at the other girl who was moving towards the back of the boat. Rosie glared at JJ for keeping her from helping her friend, but he was unmoving.

Rosie jumped when another shot sounded through the air. She watched Kie restlessly as she threw the net into the water and immediately ducked down. Seconds later, the boat chasing them got tangled in the net and stopped abruptly.

"Holy shit," Rosie breathed.

The teenagers all sighed in relief.

"Whoo!"

"Pogue God, man!"

John B raced the boat away from the two men and towards the Chateau. As the sun set and the last light left the sky, he pulled the boat into the dock outside his house. The Pogues all hopped off the boat as soon as it was close enough to the wood. They were jittery in anticipation of what was hidden inside the mysterious duffel bag.

"What do you think is inside?"

"It's gotta be money, right?

"Can we please just open the bag?" Pope nearly yelled.

The other four paused to look at him, wearing matching expressions of amusement.

"Wow, Pope, that's a rare outburst of emotion," John B laughed.

John B zipped the bag open in a hurried manner and pulled out a silver, tube-like container. The Pogues all remained silent and watched him twist it open. They had nearly been shot over this, so whatever was inside had to be of great value.

Excitement turned into confusion as John B emptied the tube to reveal an old, rusty compass.

"A compass?" Rosie questioned in disbelief.

"Oh, wow. Great job, everybody. We found a compass," Pope threw his hands up.

John B remained silent.

"This was my father's."

"We were right outside like this, and then all we hear is just BAM, BAM, BAM!"

Rosie rolled her eyes at JJ's dramatic reenactment of his afternoon with John B. The blond was all fired up and bounced in excitement. John B, on the other hand, stood stoic against a beam on his porch.

"Knocking paint of the wall from the inside! And I'm just lookin' at him like--" JJ moved to the couch where Pope and Rosie sat. He shook his hair out over them, sending white flakes everywhere. "Look at this shit!"

Rosie scoffed and shoved him away, "That's dandruff."

"Disgusting," Kie added.

"Look at all that? That's paint!" JJ pointed to his white mess. "At that point, I was just, like.. I'm waiting for death!"

Rosie cocked an eyebrow and looked back and forth between John B and JJ. "So you saw the guys that shot at us, right?" Pope ended JJ's tall tale.

"Yeah."

"Did you get a good description of them? What did they look like? Anything we can bring to a police report?"

JJ paused and gazed out of the window in contemplation before replying.

"Burly."

He turned around to lock eyes with three sour faces.

"Burly?"

"That's not helpful," Kie stated the obvious, but JJ was quick to continue talking. He must really enjoy the sound of his own voice, Rosie thought.

"Like the type of guy at my dad's garage," JJ pulled out a cigarette and lit it before continuing. "I can tell you with full confidence that these boys, these killers," he took a drag, "they're square groupers."

"Like narco square groupers?" Pope asked.

Rosie sighed while Kiara voiced her own thoughts, "You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie."

"Okay so what does this square grouper look like specifically? Because apparently, you don't know what to look for!" Pope egged JJ on for better answers.

"Dude!" JJ screamed, "I wasn't taking little mental Polaroids the entire time, man, I was under duress, okay?!"

If they were in any other situation, Rosie wouldn't have hesitated to make fun of his voice crack. But now was not the time.

"But I can tell you that by the way Ms. Lana was screaming that these guys are serious hombres, man," the blond finished his rant.

"Why would they want the compass?" Kie brought them back to the task on hand.

"Yeah, that thing's a piece of shit. You couldn't pawn it off for five bucks," Pope added.

Rosie watched John B flick the compass open and closed in contemplation. He looked up from the device. Realization clouded over his face.

"The office."

All eyes were on John B.

"My dad's office. He always kept it locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research," he led them inside the house and to the forbidden room.

The office was full of papers, maps, and pictures taped on the wall, scattered on the desk, and strewn about the room. John B went straight for a cork board full of pictures, and laid it across the desk for all of them to look at. He pointed out the same compass that had been passed down in the Routledge family for generations. Rosie listened intently, as did the others. John B's eyes widened and he pulled out the compass from his pocket.

"My dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes," he spun the top of the compass and removed a piece from the inside, revealing an engraving.

"What's that?"

Redfield

"That wasn't there before," John B trailed off. "This is my dad's handwriting!"

The teenagers immediately began throwing out theories in an attempt to decipher the meaning, but Rosie shifted from the conversation. She wandered over to the book case and ran her hand over all of the labelled binders. She then inspected the maps. The rooster outside had begun crowing, so she pad towards the window and slowly peeked out from between the blinds. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. A large, black truck had pulled into John B's driveway.

"Uh, guys?" she called out, but they continued talking.

"Guys!" she yelled. They all looked over at her. "Somebody's here!"

Rosie's heart sunk as two burly men exited the vehicle.

Kie's voice trembled, "Is that them?"

JJ walked away from the window muttering under his breath. John B followed him and pushed the blond up against the door.

"JJ! Where's the gun?"

"Gun? I-uh-I can't-"

Rosie widened her eyes in disbelief, "Now you don't have the gun? The one time we actually need it?"

He ignored her and began to retrace his steps, "It was in my backpack and then I-- it's on the porch."

JJ swiftly exited the room to retrieve the weapon, but came running back seconds later at the screams of the two men.

"John Routledge!"

He quietly shut the door behind him and locked it.

"They're on the porch," JJ whispered.

For the who-knows-what-time in the past few days, Rosie's heart beat out of her chest. Her eyes widened in terror as the men shouted again and busted into the house.

"Routledge!"

"Where you at, boy?"

The teenagers all looked at each other in panic.

"Window!" Kie directed JJ and Pope to open the window while John B leaned against the door and Rosie held her ear up against the wall to listen.

"Hurry! They're getting closer," Rosie hissed at JJ and Pope who struggled to get it open.

Rosie went back and forth from having her head against the wall to looking over at the two boys.

"It's painted shut!" JJ panicked, but kept trying to force it up.

Kie found a knife which she handed over to the boys to pry the painted window open.

"Check the back room!"

Rosie's eyes widened, "Everyone shut up!"

While JJ worked at the window, the doorknob rattled. Rosie ran over to the blond to help by adding more force. Finally, by some miracle, the window gave in just as the door knob was shot by a gun.

The teenagers piled out of the room and sprinted towards the chicken coop to take shelter. First Kiara, then Rosie, JJ, Pope, and John B. The space was cramped and they had to squat together, but Rosie couldn't complain. She was too focused on not getting killed.

They waited with bated breath for the men to leave. No one uttered a word. Finally, the men exited the house with all of John B's dad's files in boxes. But the rooster had begun crowing louder and louder, and wouldn't shut up no matter what they did.

"Do something, Pope. Shut him up," JJ gritted to the boy who sat closest to the screeching bird.

"What do you want me to do?"

Tears leaked from Kie's eyes, "Pet it, or talk to it, I don't know!"

The crowing increased, and Rosie watched through a crack as one of the men looked over to the chicken coop.

"Fuck, do something," Rosie hissed menacingly at JJ, but the fear in her eyes bore through.

JJ shot forward and grabbed the rooster by the neck, holding it to the ground. The dumb bird continued crowing. Rosie watched in horror as JJ snapped the rooster's neck, pulling its head from its body. Kie was crying silently and Rosie was trembling.

JJ leaned back against the wall of the chicken coop to keep himself hidden and Rosie subconsciously gripped his hand in her own. Both of them shook violently. No one dared to move a muscle, or so much as exhale too loudly.

The men turned away and piled back into their truck. Finally, Rosie felt like she could breathe again. Kie was still crying. Despite the relief flooding the small space, no one spoke a word. JJ subtly squeezed Rosie's hand, which was still in his, before letting go and crawling out of the coop. Rosie followed, and eventually the others.

"That's enough adventure for me for one day," Rosie nearly whispered. "I have a shift at The Wreck I need to get to."

Pope nodded, "We'll let you know if anything happens."

Rosie shot him a sharp nod and a tight-lipped smile before starting down the dirt road towards her car. She felt bad for leaving so abruptly, but she had really had enough insanity for one day. She longed for some normality, even if it meant working.

So Rosie continued on her way, preparing herself for the next six hours of impatient customers, sticky sweat, and greasy food.

"He kissed you?!"

"Yes. But don't tell Pope or JJ. I stopped it anyways."

Rosie squealed in excitement at her friend's news. Kie had stopped by the last hour or so of Rosie's shift to help her clean while simultaneously filling her on on all she'd missed from the rest of the afternoon with the Redfield lighthouse.

"What, was he bad or something?" Rosie laughed.

"No!" Kie was quick to defend John B, and blushed upon realizing that. "No it's just--no Pogue on Pogue macking, right?"

Rosie rolled her eyes at the dumb rule, "Whatever you say." Her eyes shot to the door as it opened. A smirk took over her lips at the boy walking towards them.

"Speaking of the devil," Rosie shot Kie a look before moving over to a different table to give the pair some privacy.

She watched for a few minutes as Kie and John B spoke amongst themselves. She waited eagerly for some sign of affection--a hug, a kiss, anything--but was let down as the most she got was an awkward handshake.

John B and Kie walked over to a disappointed Rosie. "We've got a mystery to uncover," the boy spoke. "Come on!"

He lead them out to his van, where Pope and JJ sat waiting.

"Took you long enough!" the JJ as Rosie hopped into the back and Kie took the front seat.

Rosie leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, as to not embarrass her two friends, "Kie was busy friend-zoning him. They did a handshake and everything."

He let out a louder-than-necessary laugh. Kie and John B stared at JJ expectantly.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Rosie's just dumb but we all knew that," he covered, earning a glare from the short girl. She sharply elbowed him in the ribs, and Pope groaned.

"Why do I get stuck in the back with you two? It's like I'm third-wheeling a failed marriage."

This earned him laughter from the two teenagers in the front seat, and glares from the two in the back.

John B continued driving down the empty road while JJ dug out a pre-rolled joint from a case in his pocket.

"You mind if I just relax on this one? It's been a long day, a lot of weird stuff's gone down," he pulled out a lighter. "Oh, did you want a hit of this?" he purposefully skipped over Rosie and held the joint out to Pope.

"I keep the signal clear," Pope pushed it back. Rosie attempted to grab it, but JJ held it out of her reach.

John B intervened before another fight could ensue, "I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, and wrong about everything else going on. But I was right about one thing. Okay? My dad is trying to tell me something."

He parked the van outside the gate of an unlit cemetery and they all piled out, flashlights in hand. It was eerily quiet, but it didn't bother Rosie as much as she thought it would.

A cemetery is just a bunch of dead people, she thought, they can't do anything. They're dead.

"This place is scary," Kie voiced the opposite while they walked towards the rows of graves. "John B, what are we doing?"

"Okay, so you know how you're trying to remember a song and you can't remember who sings it?" he lead the group towards a large mausoleum "So, Redfield. This whole time I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place," he held his lantern up to the name Redfield engraved on the stone, "It's a person."

"Voi-effing-là"

"It's my great-great grandmother, Olivia Redfield," John B faced the rest of the group.

John B, Pope, and JJ all moved to wedge the door open, but the stone wouldn't budge. Rosie watched the boys fail miserably. A large snake came hissing and slithering out of a large crack in the door, making Rosie and Kie jump back in shock.

"Holy shit!"

"Woah!"

Pope, John B, and the girls all backed away from the animal, but JJ continued walking towards it, "That's a moccasin, alright. Ye olde, Dr. Cottonmouth!"

Rosie watched in alarm as the blond idiot began barking at the snake.

"JJ!"

"Shut up!"

Rosie pulled the elastic of his head flashlight and snapped it back, effectively cutting off his barking.

"What? They're afraid of dogs!" JJ proceeded to argue back and forth with Pope and John B, while Rosie eyed Kie's flashlight which was pointing to a huge crack in the door.

"Wait, guys, look!" Rosie directed the boys towards the opening. "We can get in through the crack."

"By we, you mean you, right?" John B raised an eyebrow at her.

Rosie frowned, "Why me?"

"You're the smallest. Best chance of fitting through," Pope spoke as if it was obvious

She sighed, but complied. With a boost from the boys and some light from Kie, Rosie found herself inside the stone structure. She scanned the area, and her eyes landed on what looked like an unopened package. She picked it up and scanned it. For Bird.

"Found something!" she called out and handed the envelope package to John B through the crack. With a leap of faith and some help from Pope, Rosie found herself back on the ground next to her friends.

"Holy shit," John B mumbled, "this is from my dad."

His moment was cut short by the sound of a vehicle approaching. Rosie whipped around to the source of the noise just as JJ warned them, "Code red. Code red. Square groupers!"

The teenagers hid behind the mausoleum. Rosie shut off her light and the others followed but John B's lantern was still shining bright.

"John B, your light!" Kie urged him, but it wouldn't go out.

Rosie peeked over the edge of the wall, and widened her eyes as two men came out of the car holding what looked like a gun.

"Guys, he's got a gun!"

"Screw this," Kie shot up and ran, the others right behind.

The teenagers sprinted towards the fence. First John B climbed over, then Kie. Rosie went to haul herself over, but instantly flinched back. She'd forgotten about her stitches.

"Shit!"

Before the panic could set in, JJ lifted the small girl off the ground, giving her enough leverage to hop over with just one hand. She glanced back at him while he hopped over the fence with ease. Rosie ran towards the van, but was stopped by Pope who was sitting on the top of the fence.

"Guys, guys! I'm stuck!"

Rosie, John B, and Kie ran back over to help pull him off. JJ stepped back and pulled out his gun, which Rosie was quick to smack out of his hands.

"JJ, no!"

Before the two could bicker, John B had yanked Pope off the fence, leaving his pants hanging behind. The teenagers laughed at their pants-less friend and piled into the van.

The adrenaline pumping through Rosie's veins was exhilarating. It was an ecstasy like no other, and she couldn't get enough. Over the past few days, Rosie had experienced the most adventure she'd felt since she was a little kid.

Rose-Ann Mae Connolly was developing a taste for adventure, and craving adventure can be a dangerous thing.

But as John B drove away and JJ passed her a joint, she didn't care. She didn't care that she was living alone, and she didn't care that she had work the next morning. All Rosie cared about was what was inside that package.

So as she took a long drag of JJ's joint, she let the craving take over.

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 3 years

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New Years with Lan Zhan

The following week leading up to New Years was… tense. But not in the way it had been before. This tension…. It was.. Well it was certainly potent.

I was just… I was AWARE of him. I’d decided to hope and hoping ment I had to re-examine how I saw him. How I saw how he saw me, rather. Reading into his actions and words with a romantic lens is…. Well… The kind of tension it creates is not exactly kid-friendly, let’s just say.

…..

I wanted to jump him, okay? Jump his bones.

Constantly.

I wanted to kiss him. To hold him. To touch him. In every place. In every way.

Ya boi was thirsty okay. (Still am but whoo-boi that was a TENSE week.)

We kinda danced around each other. I was very aware of the fact that we had kissed on Christmas under the mistletoe and that I had almost kissed him again two other times since.

Whenever we were close… the urge was so strong. Remembering the taste of his lips makes me just want to lick mine as if I can find traces of it still there. And every time I do I KNOW his eyes follow the movement.

Does that mean he wants me to? Is he thinking about it too? Or is he just tracking movement like human eyes just do?

We agreed that our first kiss was a disaster and didn’t mean anything.

Was it possible… that he feels the same way I do about that? Because it didn’t mean nothing. It meant everything.

Even if I tried to make it mean nothing. Even if I tried to convince myself it was just a mistake. Not to be repeated. Heat of the moment. Wrong. Manipulative. Bad.

And it was.

But at the same time

Oh…

Even if I never should have done it. That kiss….

When did I get to be this selfish?

But maybe…. Selfish is okay.

Because Lan Zhan returned that kiss. And maybe it wasn’t just out of pity.

I mean I’ll never know. I’ll never be ABLE to know regarding that kiss. But that doesn’t mean I can’t know for… well…. Future kisses. If he wants them even half as much as I do.

Even if it’s just a casual attraction. I can deal with that. If he wants me in ANY capacity beyond friendship…. I mean I can work with that.

Right???

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It all came to a head on New Years Eve. Or… Well I guess just New Years. We’d decided to spend the holiday together at home.

All in all there isn’t much to say about the day leading up to ringing in the new year together. We decided to order in and have something delivered so we could be lazy and stay in our sweatpants all day. (Well I stayed in his sweatpants. I have a modest selection of clothes again now but nothing is more comfortable than stealing his. ((Also on that note, I’m still really kinda sad that I lost my sexy jeans. I haven’t been able to find anything that hugs my ass quite so well as those did. Shame.)))

We spent most of the day just sitting together on the couch and watching stuff. Streaming movies and trying out some episodes of new TV shows. We ate when we were hungry and munched when we weren’t.

We even found some of the left over face masks to wear while he started our nightly routine of rubbing ointment into my hands (which by then had already almost completely healed due to his care and attention). My hands are completely healed now he still rubs in the lotion every night. It’s something neither of us seem willing to end.

And… well… okay so… somehow. Don’t ask me how. But all day long I happened to find myself more often than not sitting er… in his lap.

Okay so it was on purpose. I sat on him as a ‘joke’ but then he slid his arms around my waist to hold me there and so… Well, I just stayed.

I tried to get off at one point saying his legs were probably getting numb but he just pulled me back on and told me to stay.

So what was I supposed to do? His arms stayed around me most of the night. And when his arms weren't around me, his hands were on my hips or arms instead. Always touching me somewhere. Sometimes when I’d laugh at something on the TV his grip would tighten. Other times, when I was relaxed against him, he’d let me nuzzle his neck and breathe him in. I couldn’t help myself. In those moments he’d stroke my back, tracing patterns into my skin over my shirt.

When it started to turn towards the evening I did finally get up. He let me after I promised I’d be back in just a moment. I hopped off to the kitchen. I’d bought a store of very low-alcohol content beverages. Lan Zhan and I had briefly talked at some point about trying this - seeing if we could find alcohol content low enough that he could enjoy getting tipsy without blacking out entirely. There were just things like Mikes Hard Lemonade or wine coolers and such. Very low content stuff. I tried to pick out things I thought he’d enjoy the flavor of.

He looked confused when I returned with arms-full of different drinks, but still came up to help me take some.I reminded him of our talk of experimenting and said how I thought this was the perfect opportunity to try.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. If you’d rather not I’ll just drink these myself. But I thought it would be nice. Since you said you wanted to try to drink with me and these are very mild.”

He cut off my rambling with a hand to my cheek and a smile to my heart. He placed the bottles on the coffee table and selected something to start with. I grinned at him and opened up a bottle of my own Emperor’s Smile (always in supply gratitude of the ever-attentive Lan Zhan. Poor liquor store is gonna think he’s an alcoholic with how often he buys it. ….

Am I an alcoholic? I mean I don’t have a problem going long periods of time without drinking. I honestly just like the taste. And I don’t usually drink enough to get even a little buzzed… so like… that’s fine right???

┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah well I’ll talk to Wen Qing about that later…..))))))

I resumed my rightful place on his lap when he literally picked me up and placed me there. I laughed which made him smile and together we started to drink. He sipped at first, carefully testing out the flavor, but soon apparently decided that it wasn’t bad and drank with more confidence.

We took it slow at first, seeing how he reacted. By the end of the first bottle he was feeling it a little but only just, he said. Which was a good sign!!

We thought about doing a drinking game but I thought that might be pushing it for our first time doing this together and we decided that depending on how this went maybe we would try that next time. If there was a next time.

The ‘Game’ idea stuck though and we both suddenly remembered the Switch that SangSang had left him all that time ago. We still don’t really have many games for it but that’s okay.

Long story short

Tipsy Mario Kart is hilarious. We kept drinking through the night and both got a nice buzz going. I don’t know how to drive anyway but whatever. It helps you if you fall off the track and there are no turn signals or anything to worry about. But like okay here’s the thing.

As Lan Zhan got tipsier, he started to drive slower and MORE carefully. Like There’s this section on one of the maps where if you take a riskier jump it works as a shortcut. Like one of those high-risk/high-reward things.

But like… I stopped one time to watch him. He very carefully steered his car so that he was lined up on the ramp and tried to like back up so he’d have a runway. It took him a good 20 or 30 seconds to just get his car straight. And then he punched it.

Except there wasn’t any momentum. Because he went from dead-stopped. So he got to the top of the ramp

And just flopped over upside down on the track below. He was so frustrated!! It was adorable!

He came in dead last that time. (Though I was second to laugh because I kept flying off the edge as a result of laughing so hard while pressing the ‘go’ button. Oh my god. It really was hilarious. He was SO frustrated. I mean he’d tried SO hard!!).

And don’t even get me started on Rainbow Road. I wish I’d recorded it somehow to show you guys. Just. Damn. There was this one time that I flew off the road, yeah? And like normally the little guy carries you back on with the fishing line right?

Except I managed to fall ONTO the track below. Like going the wrong way and way further behind but like it was impressive!

Well I thought so anyway.

Still managed to lap Mr. Careful though because Lan Zhan was DETERMINED not to fall off the road after the botched ramp incident.

In the end we were so into the game that we both lost track of time completely. Fortunately sober Lan Zhan foresaw this problem which meant that at 11:45 the two of us were scared out of our skin by the sound of his phone’s alarm going off.

“Oh! Oh yeah!! The fireworks!!!” I yelped in a moment of panicked clarity. (Nevermind that 15 minutes was more than enough time for even tipsy us to get our asses up to the roof like we’d planned.)

We gathered up some blankets and made the hot chocolate we’d planned for to keep us warm and both of us tromped up the little-used ladder that led to the roof.

I’d always wanted to do this specific cliche. Sitting on a roof with the person I loved to ring in the new year together under the light of the celebratory fire-works. We were close enough to see them pretty well from there, Lan Zhan had promised. Even though he’d never done it himself.

I trusted him. As I do with all things.

We managed to get our blankets set up. We’d planned on using chairs but instead decided on just some cushions instead so that we could stay closer to each other.

“For warmth” I claimed.

I remember waiting on that roof with him, half on his lap again as our misting breath mingled with the curling steam from the hot mugs of chocolate held in our hands.

There was just enough snow around to make everything a little muffled. Quiet and calm.

Between the liquor and the hot chocolate and Lan Zhan’s body pressed so close to mine, cold wasn’t even a whisper in my mind. I could have stayed like that forever.

I keep saying that don’t I? I guess it’s not so bad to have so many forevers, huh? Just means I’m happy with him, doesn’t it? And I am. I really am. As much as I want these moments to last forever… As long as I can have a forever with him… what more in this world could I possibly ask for? That’s what I want. I want a forever with him. I don’t care how or where. Just… as long as it’s with him.

My thoughts were swimming lazily in that direction when the first of the fireworks shimmered in the distance. We were far enough away that we could hear the boom without feeling the rumbling that accompanied it. I shimmied the rest of the way onto Lan Zhan’s lap when the display started and he put both of our mostly empty mugs aside so that he could slide his arms around me.

The air shimmered. Pinks and golds and silvers and greens. Reds and blues and oranges and purples. Sometimes in patterns. Sometimes just in a spray of glittering color.

I’ve always loved fireworks. The sound and the sight and the feel of them. The way they color the world for even a moment. I was always fascinated how different they are in person than they are with even the highest quality camera. It’s just… you have to see them live. Film just doesn’t do them justice.

Kinda like Lan Zhan. Beautiful on paper but in person just.. Stunning.

The finale was timed perfectly for Midnight. “Happy New Year, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said softly in my ear, making me shiver for the first time since coming outside. And not from cold.

I turned in his lap to look at him. “Happy New Year,” I replied in a whisper. He was so close. So so close.

This time… this time we both moved. I hadn’t been cold but the press of his lips against mine almost burned anyway. The kiss… it wasn’t the passion of our first kiss, or the awkward chastity of our second. This one lingered just a moment. Just enough that we could be sure that it was reciprocated on both sides. And when we parted a moment later we still stayed together. Lan Zhan pressed his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes and smiling that sweet smile that’s just for me.

I remember laughing a little and nuzzling my nose against him, scrunching it in an attempt to be cute. It must have worked because he chuckled too.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but despite the warmth of the moment, eventually we did start to feel the chill of the midnight air. It was with great reluctance that I untangled myself from him. We gathered everything up and took each other’s hand as we made our way back inside to the warmth of the apartment.

We let go to start cleaning up a bit before bed. I knew it was late for Lan Zhan but I also know that he’d prefer going to bed with the place relatively tidy and that we’d thank ourselves in the morning.

He went off to the kitchen to at least clean up some of the dishes and I set to putting the living room to rights.

My task was the easier one so I finished pretty quickly. Unwilling to be separated from Lan Zhan any longer than I had to, though, I went to the kitchen to see if he needed some help. But then….

Well you all know I’m a little goblin, right?

He was just… his back was turned to me at the sink. And his sides were exposed. Just begging to be tickled.

And well, I wasn’t DRUNK, (at least off alcohol) but I was definitely tipsy and so I crept in like the goblin man I am, slinked up behind him and went in for the tickle. He SQUEALED and started laughing like a mad-man. All the dishes he was holding crashed into the sink and he held onto the counter for dear life. His leg seemed to give out on him for a moment as he gasped for breath between more peals of laughter. It wasn’t until the pig snorts started that he really tried to fight me. His ears were so RED as he twisted in my grip, snorting all the way like little (or not so little) laugh hiccups. Oh Oh I never thought that a pig snort could sound so wonderful. Hah. It was ridiculous.

Eventually he managed to twist around and wrap his arms around me, effectively pinning my arms to my sides so he could catch his breath. His head was resting on my shoulder as we both let our laughter die down some.

It was all a ruse!

A RUSE!!!

All of a sudden while I was pinned there completely defenseless I felt

Hands

Ass!!!!

Apparently tipsy Lan Zhan decided that copping a feel was the only reasonable path for revenge.

Except… I don’t know how he knew. Or maybe it was just luck.

I am not ticklish anywhere on my body. Not even my feet.

Except for one place.

Nie Huaisang if I find out you’re the one who told him this I will skin you alive.

My butt… I don’t know why and honestly it is a very well guarded secret except that SangSang found out by chance once. But my ass is SO ticklish.

Lan Zhan grabbed a chunk (And there is a nice chunk to grab if I do say so myself) and just…

I collapsed instantly.

And now he knows.

Forever.

That if you tickle my ass

I bray like a damn donkey.

Like I laugh THAT hard. That I can’t breath. And when I gasp for air it sounds like a fucking donkey.

Which of course got his pig snorts happening again.

Thank GOD no one was near us wondering if we were expanding the bunny cafe into a full on fucking petting zoo.

Jesus.

And

Just to make matters WORSE.

Okay so I’m a weak man.

And I was trying to squirm away from him and he was trying to keep tickling my ass

And in order to keep tickling my ass and keep me from running his arms were still around me

Which means that we were pressed very close to each other

And I was squirming to get away and laughing and

Well….

You can guess what happened.

Let’s just say we were really feelin’ each other.

⚆_⚆

And if you DON’T understand what I mean. Good for you. Keep your innocence. I will not tarnish.

SO I mean clearly he was disgusted with me and made me sleep in the guest room and avoided ever touching me again, right? Except he wasn’t and he didn’t.

It was… well it was definitely awkward but…. We didn’t let go.

I mean we didn’t do anything else either. Maybe we could blame the alcohol or the fact that it was late or the just natural reaction of rubbing up against someone else. All of which may be true.

I mean we did talk a little. It is a natural reaction right? And… well…

I could still feel that kiss from the rooftop. I’d been trying NOT to linger on it too much, deciding it was something for my more sober brain to process in the morning. But I mean… We had just kissed. Under the moonlight. On the rooftop. In some new cheesy cliche 80’s romcom moment that I’ll treasure forever.

And then

We…

Ugh…

We both decided in the end that that was something to be dealt with when we were sober and that it was either way a natural reaction that just happened sometimes and that we could talk about it later if needed.

And after we.. em… caught our breath… we did eventually finish cleaning up and went to bed. As we normally do. Which means he was holding me. (Though I did pointedly avoid hip contact just in case ( ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ). )

We did NOT actually mention it again. I don’t know for sure that he remembers it and there’s no way in fuck I’m gonna bring it up if I don’t have to. At least not right now. We’ve got… other things to sort out in our relationship first.

Like… like the kisses.

First one doesn’t count (even though it does count.) because of circumstance

Second one still doesn’t really count because peer pressure and circumstance

But third one…..

It could have been the alcohol. And well, yes. The alcohol absolutely played a part. I know it gave me courage but I don’t know how it was influencing him. So STILL iffy on that circumstance and all that. (Alcohol =/= consent guys. Legit.) but like with how we’d been acting since Christmas and just…

It’s given me a lot to think about.

And we haven’t really talked about it but we aren’t like… avoiding it either. We’re just… I think we’re both testing the water.

And I’m starting to really really… It’s more than hope now.

His birthday is like in a week. And I’ve made my choice. I wanted to wait until my situation was much more settled before I even thought about trying to move our relationship in any direction.

And Now….

I’m in a much better place. I’m emotionally much more stable. And if needed I can find a new place to stay now so I’m not so dependent on him anymore.

So I think… I think at his birthday on Saturday… Maybe after the actual shindig… when we’re home alone together….

I’m going to get him a gift just like he got me and…. And I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him everything. Tell him how I feel. I’ll confess and then… well… Whatever he decides then… well I’ll respect it.

But I’m tired of this in between. I want one or the other. I want to know. I want to take my chance. Shoot my shot. I want to throw the ball into his court.

I just… I just hope he picks it up.

Fuck. This is gonna be hard.

#lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 30)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 30)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words:3,074

Warnings: Alcohol drinking, fluff, drunken antics

Tags: @synystersilenceinblacknwhite , @two-unbeatable-beaters , @randomness501 , @sevvysaurus , @paryl

Author Notes: I didn’t know how to finish this one but I’m quite happy with how it turned out. Please let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

Gif Credit: Google Search

You smiled lazily over at Tequila as the two of you sat at the bar. The Red Sox game was playing on one of the T.V.’s behind the bar and you were avidly following the game as the two of you relaxed while drinking your beers. Tequila was trying but failing to chat up the new bar tender and you were trying but failing to be a successful wingman to your friend. Just as the gorgeous brunette bar tender walked away from Tequila again to go see to another bar patron you snorted into your beer.

“You know you could help.” Tequila whined to you and you patted him absent mindedly on the arm.

“Sox are playing Tequila. You know I can only focus on one thing when they’re playing.” You retorted affably as you turned your attention back to the game on the T.V. “Besides I already put in a good word for you and she’s interested just doesn’t want to show it in front of other customers. Brings down her tips if she shows preferential treatment.” You muttered out of the side of your mouth to him. Tequila jumped in surprise and shock as he started at you in awe. His eyes were wide as he looked at you reverently and then darted his eyes over to the bar tender at the other side of the bar.

“Have I told you today that you’re amazing and that I love you best friend?” he asked cheekily as he grinned at you.

“Nope but once the game is over you can tell me all you want.” You quipped back and Tequila laughed loudly clapping you on your back.

“Alright, alright. I’m pretty sure Whiskey doesn’t have to share your attention with a whole baseball team.” Tequila snickered softly to you as he settled on his stool and turned to the baseball game.

“Actually he does. He made the mistake of actually taking me to a game one time and then got bent outta shape when I ignored him the whole game.” You gripped with a small smirk on your lips as you remembered the game you were talking about.

“No.” Tequila gasped out and began laughing in amusement. “Whoo, does that man not know you at all?” he asked rhetorically and you laughed entertained as you took a sip from your beer bottle.

“He didn’t know about my love for baseball or hockey.” You said shrugging nonchalantly as you grinned.

“Oh please tell me he didn’t actually take you to a hockey game too? You’re scary when it comes to hockey.” Tequila mused curiously. You laughed amiably and swatted at his shoulder.

“Am not.” You retorted in shock. You shook your head at him with your eyes still on the game. “C’mon ump!” you shouted suddenly and Tequila whipped his head to the game.

“Like I said scary.” Tequila confirmed as he swept a hand over to you.

“Red Sox suck balls!” came a loud shout from behind the two of you and you scoffed softly as you drank again from your bottle. You flicked you hand up to catch the bar tender’s attention and held up your bottle up and nodded at Tequila as well. The bar tender nodded smiling warmly at you as she began to get your and Tequila’s refills. “Did you hear me? I said Red Sox suck.” Came the loud voice again from behind you. It sounded closer and you felt Tequila tense next to you but you placed a comforting hand on his arm to calm him down.

“I heard ya.” You said over your shoulder not taking your eyes off the game. “But obviously speaks for the team more than I could.” You retorted smugly as your eyes lit up in happiness as the Sox gained another run against the Tampa Bay Rays.

“Just because they on a winnin’ streak don’ mean nuttin’ honey.” Came the obnoxious voice over your shoulder and you saw the bar tender look worried from you to the foul mouthed drunk. You shook your head at the bar tender and smiled warmly at her.

“Roy why don’t we go talk outside and I’ll show you how wrong you are.” You said pleasantly as you turned from the bar top to look over at the medium built man who was swaying in front of you.

“You gonna’ show me a good time honey?” he asked leering at you. Sighing softly you looked over your shoulder at the game one last time and then turned back to Roy gesturing towards the door.

“You better watch every moment of this game cuz when I get back I need to know what happened.” You threatened Tequila harshly before you took another swig of your beer before following Roy out of the bar.

When you stepped out you easily saw Roy was trying to stand on his feet without falling, too drunk to even remember what his name was. You walked over to the man and pressed a hand into his shoulder until he groaned and tried to shove your hand off of him. You kept pressure there and Roy slumped to sit on the ground at your feet with a loud grunt. Fishing out your cell phone you called up the local police in this area and easily let them that Roy needed a ride down to the station to sleep off his alcohol since he was being a nuisance at the bar. Thankfully they had an officer in the area and he’d be there shortly.

You were anxious to get back to the game in the bar and didn’t want to stay out here longer than you had. Not even ten minutes later the flashing lights of the police cruiser was pulling into the parking lot and you smiled widely at the officer who stepped out of the cruiser.

“Well if it isn’t my fellow Red Sox fan. How you doin’ Curaçao?” came the smooth twang of Officer Langdon.

“I would be better watching the boys.” You gripped warmly at the officer and he chuckled while nodding his head.

“How they doing? I can’t really listen on the radio while on duty.” He questioned avidly as he cuffed Roy and pulled him up onto his feet.

“Before I left with this one they were up three runs on the Rays.” You told him eagerly and followed him to his cruiser to make sure Roy didn’t give any trouble. Officer Langdon nodded his head confidently and you smiled at the man, it was nice to find another Red Sox fan all the way out here in Kentucky and you rather liked the officer because he was kind and did his job well.

“Good, that’s good. They might have a shot at the playoffs this year.” He said assuredly. You nodded your head assertively as Roy was put in the back of the cruiser.

“Oh without a doubt.” You agreed as you shook his head. “Stay safe out their officer. Thanks for coming to pick him up.”

“Just doing my job miss.” He said warmly to you before saluting you climbing back into the cruiser. Waving to him as he pulled out of the parking lot you turned and quickly walked back into the bar. Your eyes darting quickly to the game and you whooped in happiness as you saw that the Sox had gained another two runs while you were out of the bar.

“Don’t worry I watched the whole time.” Tequila confirmed from his spot on his stool. “They’re still winning.” You grinned to him as you sat on your stool and patted his back happily.

“They’re sweeping this game.” You stated surefooted before turning back to your bottle and taking a swig.

“Is there ever a time when they just stop gaining points?” Tequila asked curiously and you turned to him silently raising an eyebrow. “I mean if they’re moppin’ the floor with the other team? Do they ever stop to ease the loss on the other team?”

“Not really. I mean would you pull your punches against a target?” you questioned tilting your head to Tequila and mused silently at you.

“True.” He acquiesced as he flicked his Stetson up on his head. “Well since your team is winning why do you say we do some shots to celebrate?” You laughed blithely knowing that Tequila was bored. Baseball wasn’t really Tequila’s sport of choice, he was more of a football fan and he was a hockey fan until he’d gone to a Boston Bruins game with you once when you were both on a mission in Boston. He had adamantly told you that he was terrified of you because of that experience and you didn’t doubt him you knew your love for hockey ran deep. And you knew that sometimes you took your love for the sport a little too far, but that’s what being a fan was to you.

“Alright let’s do some shots.” You agreed easily nodding your head. You figured it was still early and the game was almost over, you could do a few shots with Tequila and then call it a night once the game was over. Jack was in Kentucky still and you would be able to go catch a ride home with him tonight since you knew he was still in the office working.

It was at least an hour later and you couldn’t remember how many shots later when you heard your cellphone ringing on top of the bar top. You turned with a loud boisterous laugh to make your way to the bar when Tequila wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you back to him so that he could continue dancing with you.

“Trish would you answer that for Cur here? Tell her boyfriend she’s a little busy dancing with her best friend. It’ll drive him crazy.” Tequila called over to the bar tender who laughed as she shook her head at him before she swiped up your cellphone answering effortlessly.

You turned back to Tequila with another boisterous laugh and gasped as he twirled you so quickly that the room spun even faster in front of your eyes. When you had come back to face Tequila you gripped tightly onto his biceps to steady yourself as Tequila did some fancy footwork. Grinning you looked down and tried to follow his dance moves but you tripped and fell to the floor with a loud grunt. Tequila doubled over as he laughed uncontrollably before trying to help you up from the floor. He truly tried but only managed to make you slip from his arms with his laughter and fall back to the floor with a grunt.

“Hey Cur your boyfriend says he’d like you back in his office soon so he can drive you both home.” Called Trish from behind the bar. You scurried up to your feet and Tequila shouted for you to get back over to him and dance some more but you ignored him as you rushed to the bar. Trish laughed and told the person on your cellphone to hold on before handing you your phone.

“Jack? Jack ya there?” you rushed out in panting breath. You heard Jack’s deep laughter fill your ear and you smiled widely at the sound.

“I’m here darlin’. How hammered are you?” he asked teasingly.

“On’ a lil’.” You replied slurring your words a little. Jack laughed again and the smile split your lips widely.

“Alright well ask Tequila to bring you back up to my office. I’d like to leave soon.” He said warmly to you. You nodded your head enthusiastically and Jack laughed again. “I’m assuming you’re nodding your head even though I can’t see you darlin’. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.” You rushed out and then turned to Tequila not bothering to hang up the phone yet. “Tequila! You gotta bring me back to Whiskey! ‘e said so.” You shouted at Tequila and heard Jack’s laughter from your phone before you hung up. Tequila stopped flailing his legs in a funky dance move and twirled to you with a smirk.

“Oh I gotta’ bring you back to Whiskey. What crock of shit is that?” he teased and you huffed at him before turning and grabbing your jean jacket from your stool where you left it.

“Thanks Trish!” You called to the bar tender with a wave as she smiled affectionately at you. “’et Tequila work for tha’ date wiff you. You deserve ta see ‘im grovel a lil’. It’s amazing ta see.” You told her conspiratorially and she laughed kindly at your antics as Tequila came rushing up to you to no doubt pull you away from the bar tender.

“C’mon Curaçao let’s get ya back to Whiskey.” Tequila said warmly to you as he slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Get her home safely Tequila.” Trish warned him and he saluted to her with a wink before ushering you out of the bar.

The trek back to Statesman was a blur to you, with only moments sticking out in your mind. One being that you and Tequila serenaded each other to the song of ‘Pocket Full Of Sunshine’ and laughing loudly together when you both sounded off key. The other moment was when you tried to balance while you walked along a low curb and nearly face planted which made Tequila laugh so hard that he farted loudly, which only made you fall into uncontrollable laughter too.

Finally the two of you were trying to unsuccessfully sneak down the hall where Jack’s office was as Tequila softly sang the theme song to mission impossible. Once you reached Jack’s door you stretched your hand out to grasp the door knob but the door swung open suddenly and you nearly tumbled backwards on your ass in surprise. Tequila burst out laughing as he caught you easily and the two of you looked over to Jack who was watching you both with an amused look in his eye.

“She is completely three sheets to the wind my friend. Good luck.” Tequila said pleased as he pushed you into Jack’s waiting arms and quickly turned away from the two of you leaving you in the care of Jack.

“Trish likes you. But you gotta work ‘or ‘er.” You called over your shoulder to Tequila.

“And who is Trish?” Jack asked you softly as he ushered you into his office. He smiled warmly up at him as your hands rested against his chest. You looked down to his chest and felt your cheeks blush as your fingers pressed against him in exploration.

“Hmm?” you asked distractedly as you walked your fingers up his chest to his shoulders. Jack laughed deeply in affection as you silently explored his body in your drunken state.

“Trish, who is she darlin’?” he asked again and you smiled up to him brightly.

“She’s a new friend. A pretty bar tender that Tequila likes.” You answered truthfully as your fingers danced back down Jack’s chest from his shoulders before you slipped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. Jack laughed softly and rested his head on top of yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk.” Jack said suddenly and you chuckled softly shaking your head before burying your nose into his sternum.

“Nope.” You quipped out against his shirt. Jack chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head before trying to lead you over to the couch in his office.

“Well come sit down and relax for a little bit I just gotta’ finish up my last report and then we can go.” He said softly as he set you to lounge on the couch. You drunkenly lounged on the couch and watched him walk back to his desk to finish up his report. You silently thought that he was way too far away from you for your liking but before you could form the thought to correct that you turned to his ceiling and stared at it lazily.

“If you had to lose a body part which one would it be and why?” you asked out into the air as you twirled your hand above you languidly.

“What?” came Jack’s amused voice and you turned your head over to him smiling warmly at him.

“If you had to lose a body part which one would it be and why?” you questioned again idly as you looked over at him. Jack was sitting at his desk staring at you with amusement infused on his face. “I think I’d choose to lose a finger, preferably the ring finger.” You decided drunkenly nodding your head as you looked away from Jack.

“You’ve only answered half of your question. Why would you choose that finger?” came Jack’s response.

“Oh yeah.” You said almost to yourself. “I’d choose that finger because it’s the only body part I can’t think of a function that I need it for.” You explained nodding your head confidently. “I mean I need the middle and thumb for gripping my desert eagles. Then there’s the pointer that’s my trigger finger and the pinky I think gives me balance. So by process of elimination it’s gotta be the ring finger. Besides I need all my other body parts.” You reasoned and heard Jack laughing softly over at his desk.

“What about wearing a wedding ring?” Jack asked softly and you grinned cheekily over at him.

“Why are you asking me to wear one?” you teased back and Jack grinned widely as his cheeks heated in a soft blush.

“Not yet.” He retorted and your grin widened.

“Well I’ll make sure to save the left one for you and I won’t get rid of it.” You reasoned easily as you smiled at him.

“Good I’m gonna need that finger eventually.” Jack teased back easily and you chuckled softly. You were still staring up at the ceiling laughing when Jack came into view with a wide grin on his face. “C’mon my tipsy darlin’, it’s time to go home.” He said as he kissed your lips lightly before helping you up from the couch.

“So marriage huh?” you teased gently to him and smiled up at him.

“Well it is on the list of things to do.” He muttered warmly to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of the office.

#fallin' all in you #my writing #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman the golden circle

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rohad93 · 4 years

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Authority Online : Ch2

I lied. Here’s two.

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3:30 AM, Saturday

The alarm on her nightstand began to blare unrelentingly, rattling atop the nightstand.

The lump of covers slowly began to shift.

Sluggishly, an arm slid out from beneath the blankets, and one well placed slap silenced the grating noise and the lump went still again for a long moment before sighing. The blankets shifted as ever so slowly she sat herself up and flipped back the covers and swung her legs over the side, bare feet touching down onto the cold wooden floors as she freed herself from her blanket cocoon.

A jaw cracking yawn worked its way out and before she forced herself up, tiptoeing carefully through the darkness with practiced ease, even still partially asleep and eyes closed.

She reached out and flicked a switch on the wall and the bathroom light flickered on, she squinted into the harsh light as she fumbled with the shower knobs, blowing a few stray strands of long silvery hair out of her face. Eventually, the water turned hot, filling the small bathroom with steam as she shucked her pajamas, letting them fall where they may on the tiled floor.

Celeste sighed as the hot water ran off her skin, helping to wash away any lingering drowsiness.

She carefully combed her fingers through the tangled mess that was her morning hair, till it lay in a smooth wet sheet across her shoulders and back, the water turning the normally silver hairs a stormy gray. Her forehead pressed against the cool tile for more than a couple of minutes before quickly washing.

She’d wasted enough time here, she had things to do.

Turning off the water she carefully stepped out and wrapped the fluffy blue towel hanging on the rack around her and padded out into her bedroom, flipping on the light.

She dug through her closet before settling on simple jeans and a t-shirt that would be covered in flour before the sun even rose. She wrapped the towel around her hair and dressed, moving quickly out of her room and into the kitchen where the automatic timer on her kettle had just finished brewing her morning cup of black tea into her favorite mug.

She took a long, deep breath of the warm steam drifting out of the cup before taking it back into the bathroom with her before setting to work on drying the mass of wet hair on her head.

A solid fifteen minutes later she set down the hairdryer and slid a hand through her hair. Satisfied it was dry, she curled the long strands into a bun atop her head before she took her cup and left her apartment, flicking off all the lights as she went, stopping at the door just long enough to pull on her favorite slips on shoes and hurry out the door. Her steps echoed back at her in the empty stairwell as she made her way from the third floor to the ground floor, sipping on her tea.

She stepped out of the stairwell and into the dark lobby, making her way into the back and hit the switch, flooding the kitchen with light and pulled the navy blue, stained and flour-dusted apron off its hook and slipped it over her head, tying the ends behind her as she walked across the room to the large pin board with several slips of paper and various receipts attached to it and glanced at them as she sipped her tea.

The cupcakes were being picked up today, they just needed to be frosted. Sky could start that when she came in. She needed to put the finishing touches on the wedding cake that was being picked up tomorrow and start a few new batches of dough for pastries.

With a plan in mind, she hit the power button on the radio, filling the quiet kitchen with the soft lilting sounds of a guitar.

She hummed to herself as she moved about the kitchen, measuring wet and dry ingredients into large mixers and pulling several trays of cling wrap covered dough out of the walk-in fridge that had been left overnight to rise. She prodded gently at them and was pleased with the bounce back of the dough as she pulled it out of the bowl with liberally floured hands and began to knead.

She was barely aware of how much time had passed. That often happened, she could just lose herself in the comforting, repetitive process of prepping, mixing and baking batches of pastries and bread for hours at a time; it was soothing.

“Good morning.” A quiet voice spoke up out of nowhere.

Celeste jumped, sending a cloud of flour into the air as she whipped around to find a wiery, younger woman, her dark, shoulder length hair, hanging in front of her eyes.

“Sky… you startled me,” she admitted, wiping her flour dusted hands on her apron.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, though the small smile said otherwise, walking into the kitchen proper and pulling her own apron off the hook.

“It’s alright, I need you to start icing the cupcakes for the Smith order, they’re coming to pick them up at noon,” she instructed before turning back to the balls of dough waiting to be turned into loaves of bread.

“Right” Sky’s quiet reply was barely audible over the new song playing on the radio, though Celeste was used to the quiet and soft-spoken demeanor of her assistant.

They worked together in relative silence, rotating things in and out of the ovens and into the display cases in the front of the store. Before she knew it her phone alarm was beeping at her, telling her it was 8 am, time to open the doors.

“Watch the mixer, I’ll be right back…” She wiped her hands off on her apron as she walked out to the front and hit several switches, turning on the lights in the lobby of the shop and inside the display cases, lighting up the racks of shiny, sugared treats, before moving to the front and unlocking the door as she flipped the closed sign in the window around to read open. She pushed open the door and locked it into place, allowing the scent of freshly made baked goods to waft out into the street. She stood on the sidewalk and looked up and down the street of a slowly waking city on a Saturday morning. The businesses across the street were beginning to open their doors and neon open signs cast a scarlet glow over the dim street, still quiet, save for the occasional passing car.

She could smell the freshly roasted coffee from the cafe just next door, she enjoyed the smell, even if she didn’t care much for coffee itself. Stepping back inside, she did a quick check of the cash register and that the counter’s were clean. Somehow, by the end of the day, they were always sticky. And she could never figure out why but had long ago attributed it to just being the way things were.

She walked back into the kitchen just in time to hear the quick thumping of feet in the stairwell and was smiling even before a small boy with curly black hair came bounding out of the stairwell, still dressed in his pajamas.

“Aunt Celeste!” he grinned brightly, changing trajectory to run headlong into her knees. She laughed, looking down at the six year old, running her fingers lovingly through his thick, dark hair.

“Good morning, Steven, You’re just in time for breakfast, everything is warm and gooey,” she emphasized, tapping him on the nose and smiling when he went cross-eyed following her finger.

“Yeah, let’s pump him full of sugar…Whoo,” a drowsy voice piped up.

Celeste looked up at her sister as she shuffled into the kitchen, still in her own pastel pink pajamas and lion-headed slippers. Her own curly head of hair, a tangled mess.

“It was originally your idea to let him have a pastry for breakfast on Saturday,” Celeste reminded her with a small smirk. Rose only grumbled and shuffled her way to the front of the store.

“Shall we?” She smiled down at the boy still clutching at her legs. He grinned and took off toward the front.

Rose was picking up a peach danish in a square of parchment paper when they came out. She closed the case and walked out the front door, making a sharp left toward the cafe. Celeste rolled her eyes.

It certainly was cheaper to trade pastries for coffee with the man who owned the cafe, but Rose could have at least put on real clothes before going over. Ignoring her younger sister’s life choices for the moment she walked around to the other side of the glass where her nephew was contemplating all the baked goods on display with uncharacteristic seriousness.

“So…?” She drawled, kneeling down next to him. He hummed, tapping his small fingers against his chin.

“What would you have?” He finally asked, looking up at her. Pale eyebrows lifted at the question before turning to look into the crystal clear cases.

“I think for breakfast you can’t go wrong with soda bread and jam.” She pointed to the raisin studded, sliced and whole rounds of bread on one side of the case.

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded.

“Are you sure? I don’t think you’ve ever had Irish soda bread before, you know you only get one,” she reminded.

“Yeah.” He nodded and pointed at the bread.

“Alright.” She walked around and pulled out a slice of bread, Steven followed her into the back and pulled himself onto a stool in the back corner where a small table was set up for prep, as well as his Saturday morning breakfast.

Celeste slathered strawberry jam onto the bread before setting it on a napkin down in front of him and watched as he took a large bite.

“Well?” She looked at him expectantly.

“It’s really good!” He gurgled around the food still in his mouth as he tried taking another big bite.

Celeste leaned down and placed a kiss on top of his dark curls.

“You may have been born here, but you’re Irish at heart, my love.”

Rose chose that moment to reappear, coffee in hand and looking far more alive then she had a few minutes earlier.

“Oooh, soda bread…can mom have some?” She leaned down and took a small bite when the boy held it up to her.

“Thank you, sweety.” She kissed his cheek before leaving him too his breakfast.

“Big orders today?” She turned to Celeste.

“Just finishing up a couple, shouldn’t take long, all the prep for tomorrow is already done, as well as today’s restocking,” she rattled off distractedly and moved a bowl of proofing dough into the walk-in.

“Great, that means you have time to go to the park with us, right?” she asked.

“The park?” Steven turned to his mother excitedly then to his aunt, her face turning to that of a deer in headlights.

“I still have some things that need to be done and someone has to be out front. Sky can’t Ice cupcakes and watch the front.”

“Actually…,” a quiet voice piped up, drawing everyone’s eyes to her. Sky held out a hand to several large boxes, filled with beautifully iced cupcakes. “The Smith order is ready…I can watch the front.”

Rose turned to her sister expectantly, as did Steven.

With both of them giving her those pleading eyes she knew she was trapped.

“Alright…,” she relented and smiled when the boy cheered, taking the rest of his breakfast and running back upstairs to change.

“You’re not going to the park like that too are you?” she asked, turning to Rose, who stuck out her tongue before taking a sip of her coffee and heading up the stairs to their apartment on the second floor.

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It always amazed Celeste how something like a trip to the park that for most people would have been an hour, two max, could turn into an entire day with her sister.

Starting at the park, then on the way home window browsing along the shops on the way back had quickly turned into actual shopping for new clothes for Steven for school, followed by lunch and several more stops before they finally got back by which time it was one in the afternoon.

There were quite a few people in the shop and Sky looked more than a little haggard trying to run the register and give out orders.

“We’ll go upstairs,” Rose mumbled, herding her son into the back and up the stairs to the apartments above the storefront.

Celeste hurried around the counter to help, quickly getting the small crowd orderly and under control by allowing Sky to just concentrate on the register while she boxed up various baked goods for the people waiting in line.

Once the shop had emptied out Celeste sighed, turning to her frazzled assistant.

“My apologies, Sky. I never meant to be gone so long. Why don’t you go take a long break?” she suggested.

She nodded and quietly disappeared into the back.

After a while, she came back and the rest of the day went by much calmer and before she knew it, the sun had set and it was time to close up.

What few pastries were left were split into two boxes and one was sent away with Sky, while she sat the other on the counter to drop off for her sister and brother-in-law when she went upstairs.

She locked the door behind Sky with wishes for a good night and flipped the open sign around too closed and hit the lights before wandering into the back, making a mental note to add a little something to the other woman’s next paycheck.

She still had one more thing left to finish.

Walking into the fridge she carefully rolled out the wedding cake that was being picked up first thing in the morning and mixed together a batch of icing before getting to work.

With a steady hand, she carefully moved around the cake, creating perfect little shapes and designs across the curved white surface. Adding a dip here or a petal there. Before long she took a step back to admire her work.

“Looks good enough to eat,” Rose announced herself as she walked out of the stairwell.

“I should hope so.” Celeste smiled.

“You always seem to put in a little extra effort into wedding cakes,” Rose said offhandedly as she admired her sister’s work. It really was a thing of beauty, very nearly too beautiful to eat.

Three large tiers of perfectly smooth, round, iced white cake stacked carefully atop each other. The attention to detail was apparent in the elegant piping and immaculate little flowers made of marzipan that peppered the top of each layer.

“They are rather important,” Celeste smiled, as she stepped back to look over the cake once more with a critical eye. “Also, I like to give it a little extra effort, make their day a little extra special, if I can,” she admitted. Rose glanced at her as she gave the pastry a final look over. Debating if she wanted to start this conversation that had been bugging her a while before her mouth decided for her.

“Wouldn’t you like to be able to make you own wedding cake someday?” Rose finally asked and Celeste stopped, dark blue eyes immediately falling onto her sister, her mouth started to open.

“It’s been three years since you went on a date.” Rose plowed on before her sister could say anything. “I know the bakery is incredibly important to you, but it’s doing better than ever, and I know you’d like to meet that special person, but it isn’t going to happen from the kitchen. You need to use some weekends to go meet people.”

“I can’t leave Sky alone to fulfill orders on one of our busiest times of the week… as you saw today” She clasped her hands together, worrying the skin of her knuckles that had flecks of dried icing on them.

“You could always hire some part time weekend help. Sky is more than capable of overseeing someone, and she knows how you like things done, just someone to work half a day on Saturday’s would free up a lot of time for you,” Rose pushed. She hated the idea that her sister might be lonely.

Sure, she spent whatever time wasn’t spent in the bakery with her, Greg and Steven, but at the end of the night she went upstairs to her apartment, alone.

Celeste pursed her lips, looking pointedly away from her sister to gaze at the cake for a long moment before looking at Rose, who was staring at her, waiting.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start anymore…,” she admitted quietly, causing Rose to grin almost manically.

“Luckily I do. Meet me in your apartment when you’re done.” She turned and went upstairs, leaving Celeste alone in the kitchen.

Satisfied with the cake she carefully rolled it back into the walk-in and finished cleaning up what little mess was left before turning off the lights and heading upstairs.

Rose was sitting on her couch with her laptop open on the coffee table.

“Okay, come here.” She patted the cushion next to her.

She sat down and peered down at the computer that usually had the bakery’s website order forms open, and had a website she didn’t recognize.

“The Authority: Online dating for adult professionals,” she read the bold header aloud. “Online dating?” She turned to Rose.

“Yeah! It takes time to meet people, time that you don’t usually have, but this way you can at least get a good feel for someone by messaging with them before you commit any time to a real date,” she reasoned.

“This is a dating site for doctors or lawyers…”

“You started and own your own business. You own this building, Celeste! You’re an adult professional. Now, are we gonna do this?” She gestured to the screen, sitting on the ‘create profile’ page.

She hesitated only a second before nodding.

Grinning, Rose pulled the laptop close and started typing.

“Full name...Celestine Carrick…” Rose spoke aloud as she typed. “Height, 5’ 8’’... Weight…”

“I do not weigh that much!” Celeste hissed, smacking her sister’s arm.

“You wanna bet?” Rose challenged, hooking a thumb toward the bathroom where she knew the scale was. Her sister was far from what most people would call fat, but she was curvy, and for some reason, Rose had never been able to deduce, liked to pretend she wasn’t.

“Let’s just move on,” she sniffed.

“What do you think age range wise?” Rose glanced at her. Her sister had dated so rarely over the years she couldn’t even take a guess as to what she might be into.

“32-36 I suppose? I’m not interested in anyone younger nor too much older.”

“Okay, orientation…. very gay,” she mumbled under her breath, earning another smack on the arm.

They picked out a few pictures and then she slid the device over for Celeste to write her bio and hit save.

“Congratulations, your profile is complete! Now send some messages!”

“All set! Have fun, night!” Rose smiled as she stood from the couch and left the apartment.

Celeste looked down at the home screen, where the profiles for several other members popped up and started scrolling.

#bellow diamond #blue diamond #pink diamond #steven universe #yellow diamond #au #fic

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 15 of 30]

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"We at the family reunion Tellin' jokes and playin' spades Uncle Dave is on the barbecue grill Grandma braggin 'bout the blanket she made For the new baby on her way Even though the daddy ain't really ready This child is coming, anyway, yeah

Neicey made her famous potato salad, somehow it turns out green Maybe it's all the scallions, could be the celery But oh, Uncle Jerome loves it Hey baby baby, here comes my favorite, my favorite cousin He says he doing fine, takin' it one step a day but in my heart I know it ain't that way…"

Jill Scott – "Family Reunion"

The fifty-pound block of solid cement exploded in a flash of smoke and blue pulsing rays of vibranium firepower.

"Whoo, shit!" Erik yelled feeling the vibratory power of Klaue's new and improved arm.

He turned off the remote-control unit in his hand and ran his fingers along the closed seam of the pale arm.

"Fuck yeah," Erik mumbled to himself as his fingers felt the slow whirring of the device powering down. The arm itself was just faintly warm. He was confident he had solved Klaue's problem. He opened and closed the arm numerous times for a full hour to see if there were any glitches in sealing up properly but there was none. He decided to do pulse glass breaking tests for the next day.

Feeling good, Erik took out a Glock from the gun rack and fired off some shots against a few targets.

"Killmonger, everything okay down there?"

Yani's voice on the intercom was always a treat.

"All good, baby. I'm done."

"You want something to drink?"

"Bring me a beer, please."

Within ten minutes Yani was strolling up to him holding a cold bottle of Carib Lager. He chugged it down and he wasn't surprised when she handed him another.

He kissed her on the lips and she wiped a bit of beer liquid from her mouth. He put the second bottle down.

"You ever shot a gun before?" he asked.

"No."

"Want to?"

Her eyes took in the clean-looking Glock in his hand.

"Guns scare me."

"They should, but you should know how to handle one around here."

She nodded. He walked back up to the gun wall and grabbed earplugs and small safety glasses for her.

"Put these on," he said handing her the protective items.

She stuffed the plugs in her ear and adjusted the yellow high-def glasses over her eyes.

"Watch me," he said.

He chose an easy target for her, a wide metal post. Holding the gun properly, he exaggerated his technique so she would clearly see what he needed her to do to stay safe and talked her through his actions.

He let off a few rounds, then walked over to fix a new target for her. Returning to her side, Erik took the magazine out of the gun, made sure the chamber was clear and allowed her to handle the weapon safely so she could get used to the weight of it in her hand. She was an apt pupil.

"Put the webbing of your hand as high on the backstrap of the pistol as you can…yeah…just like that. Now make sure the knuckle of your middle finger goes under the trigger guard here…yeah…good. That's the point of contact I was telling you about. You sure you haven't handled a gun before?"

"Nope. Not a real one."

"You lookin' real comfortable with that piece in your hand, girl. Make sure that slide is in line with your…yeah…your forearm. Good. That'll help you control your recoil. Now get your weak hand in place."

She moved her left hand in a forty-five-degree angle and placed it in position. Her left pointer finger went under the trigger guard too and he saw her breathing speed up.

"You're doing fine. No bullets in there. This is just you getting to know the gun like a new friend. Okay?"

She nodded, her eyes very serious, and her lips pressed tight with focus.

"Roll your thumb down target…"

She did as she was told and he saw her relax once the gun felt more secure in her hands.

"Get your stance correct, strong side and support side."

Yani adjusted her legs accordingly.

"Bend those knees…"

Her chunky knees looked cute in her cutoffs as they bent to give her flexibility in movement. She was sweating in her tank top, more so from nerves than the sun he was guessing.

"Doing good, Ma. Aim for your target…don't lock your elbows all the way out, Yani. That recoil will start pushing you back if you do that. You're going to let off multiple shots—"

Yani stood straight and pointed the gun down and out toward him.

"I don't want to do this," she said.

"What's wrong? You're being safe—"

"I just…I just thought about when Chez had that guy put a gun on you…"

"I'm ex-military. Had a lot of guns on me. I'm still here. You can do this. I won't push you if you really don't want to try it."

He reached out for the gun and took it from her. Her hands went to her hips and she stared at the target.

"We can do it another time," he said.

Her right sneaker tapped on the ground and her eyes leveled back on his.

"Can we just practice this part and not shoot yet?"

"Whatever you want."

He watched her work the gun with practice grip and stance moves and after some time she seemed to ease into more comfort.

"I do the video shooting with Kendall, but it feels different when the real thing is in my hand," she said.

"I hear ya," he said.

Her eyes sought his again.

"I think I want to shoot it now."

"Okay. I'll put the magazine back in and you can fire some rounds. Stop any time you want, just make sure the aim is downrange at all times. Understand?"

"Yeah."

He armed the gun and handed it back to her. Her hands were steady.

She smiled at him.

Standing behind her, he watched her get her grip and stance correct.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"I don't want to drop it and have it bounce and kill us," she said.

"I'm right here with you. You already have a nice grip on it. Plant your stance…"

Yani aimed for her target.

"Whenever—"

She squeezed off rounds that swiss-cheesed the target very close to the center. He stared at her for a long time, even after she aimed the gun down the way he showed her.

"Good?" she asked.

"Guess that video playing helped," he said.

"It wasn't as hard as I thought. I could feel my arms straightening and I felt that push back. I want to try again."

The hard plink sound of metal striking metal echoed with muffled sound from the earplugs.

Yani seemed pleased with herself.

Erik taught her how to load the Glock and how to check the chamber. She shot more rounds and tried to improve her accuracy. By the time they were done, his second beer was hot from the sun.

"Can you show me how to use one of those big guns? The AK's?" she said.

Well damn.

He brought down two different assault weapons and showed her how they worked and let her practice her grip and stance again. Before he let her try firing them, he had to let her know about his trip.

"I'm going to leave next Sunday."

Her eyes seemed to dim. A crease marred her forehead.

"How long?"

So quiet. Her voice and her whole demeanor reminded him of his mother whenever his father left them for thirty days once a year until his death. At the time, his parents fed him the lie that his father was going to work in Atlanta for a month. N'Jobu Udaku pretended to be Joseph Stevens, a popular Oakland barber. So popular that his teaching services were needed at a barber college down south. It was just the way it was. Until Erik learned the truth in his father's journals that his play Uncle gave him before he made the decision to go to the Naval Academy. Truth, always stranger than fiction, was encased in the ruse of his Baba being in Georgia. As a boy, Erik had no clue of what his mother went through every time his father left. Her anxiety over his father leaving didn't make sense, but looking at Yani, he saw his mother again. The worry of would he return safe and sound. Would something or someone keep him from coming back to her?

"A week at the most. I have to return something to Klaue in person—"

"Whatever it is that you have been blowing up down here?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You won't be in danger again, will you? Not like last time…"

"Any work with him is dangerous. You know that."

"Will I be able to talk to you while you are gone?"

" I can't risk—"

She held up her hands.

"The less I know, the better…right?"

"Yeah."

"What if something happens to you…would anyone tell me?"

"No."

Yani shoved the AK-47 back into his hand, picked up the empty and half-full beer bottles and headed back up toward the house they shared.

"Yani!"

He put all the weapons away and secured them before he went after her.

###

Erik found Yani checking on Sydette who was still fast asleep for her afternoon nap in her room. The shades were drawn to block out the bright sun, and the baby was on her back with her thumb stuck in her mouth and her fingers curled around a soft pale green baby blanket.

"You know my life. You know there are risks for me," he said.

Yani walked away from the bed and out of the bedroom. He followed her into the living room and out onto the porch. She sat on their favorite lounge seat and he perched up next to her.

"Mi know what you tell," she said.

"It's just a delivery."

"What if he won't let you come back?"

"He don't control me like that."

"But you're loyal to him. He said that all the time. You always do what him wants. If him tell you stay wherever he is, would you do it?"

Purpose. The long game. Righting a wrong. Justice.

"I would."

"Then none of this is real. My love doesn't mean anything to you."

"Love is everything. It's why I do what I do. I know that doesn't make sense to you, but I have to do what I do to finish something that was started a long time ago. I can't stop…this work…I can't…I have this contract that I have to finish. Until I do that, nothing can stand in my way—"

"So we are in your way?"

"You know that's not what I mean. I finish my contract and then…I can do what I want."

"Does that mean me and Sydette?"

"If it's meant to be."

"Are we meant to be, Killmonger?"

"I dunno. Nothing is guaranteed in this life. But I'm trying to hold onto you and that little girl sleeping in this house as long as I can."

"Can you even tell me where you are going?"

"Far from here. Don't ask me anything more about it."

"Mi no like this."

"I know."

He pulled her onto his lap.

"You just study and take care of Sydette. The compound is yours. I need you to stay in the middle house while I'm gone. If I can contact you, I will. It'll be seven to ten days max."

She shook her head.

"Don't talk about it. Just go and come back."

She threw her arms around his neck and he kissed her throat and let his lips drop down to her shoulder. She straddled him and accepted the wet touches of his lips on her skin.

"I'm coming back to you."

"I won't believe it until it's true," she said lifting her neck to accommodate his mouth on her warm skin.

He ran his lips down her side and lifted up her tank top and gave soft teasing kisses down her side. He nipped at the side of her right breast and pulled her top off all the way. She lifted up and eased her shorts and panties off and kicked away her trainers.

Her eyes avoided his face as she pulled off his shirt and then licked his lips with her eager tongue. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide against hers. Her nails drew soft lines in his scalp.

"All this new growth. I need to palm roll alla this for you," she whispered in his ear.

"I should cut it off. Start fresh."

"I can cut it if you want," she said.

His mouth suckled the side of her waist as she raised up and leaned over his right side, her head resting on the lounge seat headrest.

He lifted her up and unfastened his pants, slipping them off and pulling her back down on his lap.

There were so many positions they had done together, but his favorite with her was this, relaxing outside with a view of the ocean and her body writhing on his lap, his lips pressed into her side, licking her there, tasting her skin there, feeling her weight holding him down.

He felt himself stiffen with slow ease and he took his time touching her all over. She kept her head resting near his neck and just circled her waist. He reached down and adjusted his erection between her legs. His fingers traced up her back, one hand cradling her neck, the other resting on her backside. Everything he needed in life at that moment was right there on his lap. He let his head fall back and turned his face to look at hers and then he was looking down at her plush rump.

She lined her face up with his and finally looked at him.

"I love you," she said.

"Love you," he said and sank his tongue deep in her mouth.

They couldn't part their lips from one another. Erik listened to the crashing of the surf down below, could smell the lush bloom of island flowers around the house, tasted the saliva exchanged between them flavored with beer. His fingers pinched the tips of her breasts and her nipples pebbled like ornamental jewels. A shivery breath left her mouth and he eyed her breasts as they jiggled slightly. Her body was fuller since they had been living together, their rich meals and unrushed life adding pounds to her frame. It became evident when her bikini tops couldn't fully hold her breasts and her shorts couldn't fasten around her belly like before. When she walked around the house, her thighs always touched, and Lord have mercy when she swam naked and he caught sight of her walking into the surf, her rump bouncing, he could just die right there a happy man.

He went for her lips again. When he couldn't handle kissing her anymore and she had her mouth sucking on his neck, he lifted her up by her waist.

"Lemme cum in your pussy," he sighed.

She reached between their legs and held his manhood. Sitting down on him, letting his inches split her folds, her heat engulfing him with tight squeezes until she rested on his balls, Erik held his breath. Yani's face returned to the headrest, and his eyes watched the sea once more.

"I can hear that pussy, baby," he groaned.

She shifted her weight and gripped the back of the lounger dropping her ass on him hard. His heels pressed into the floor and his legs shook.

"Ooh, pound that pussy on me, girl…."

His hands gripped each ass cheek and he held on for dear life. She leaned back and the sweet look on her face forced him to unravel under her.

Gasping for breath he stared up at her and saw the worry was back in her face again. He flipped her over and pressed his face into her soft folds. His tongue and fingers had her lustful cries tingling his ears, but even as he brought her to completion, a lingering sadness enveloped her and he couldn't shake it away from her.

"Stop worrying," he whispered in her ear.

She could only throw her arms around his neck and he held her for a long time.

###

Yani had some of the cheating-est cousins on that side of the world.

Erik was paired up with her cousin Kendall for a game of Spades, but two of Yani's other male cousins, Dex and Boogie took every opportunity to subtract points, make up points and deny reneging on various hands.

"I'm done!" Erik shouted.

Dex and Boogie laughed as he jumped up from a folding chair and grabbed a cold ginger beer from a cooler next to Twyla who was waiting to play with Cee Cee. Erik's eye's darted to find Yani making the rounds with her family on the beach.

Their arrival had felt a little awkward when they met up with her parents and a few Aunties and Uncles. Erik carried a twelve-pack of beer and two family-size bags of potato chips. The stares they gave him made Yani nervous until Twyla rescued them by pulling them away and taking Sydette from Yani's hands.

He felt eyes on him everywhere he walked, and for a time, her male relatives were cool to him until Kendall arrived. He got along well with Kendall, and once the others saw Kendall and Twyla treating him like family, the tension eased. Mainly from the younger family members. The elders sucked their teeth and whispered.

"Your cousins are shady at the table," he said.

Yani sipped on a coke and kept her eyes on Sydette who played in the sand with some younger children.

"Told you not to play with them. Go play dominoes with Dulan and them. You want anything more to eat?"

"Nah. I'm good for now. Full."

Yani walked to a grouping of folding tables filled with food. Yani's Uncle Monty grilled some chicken and the enticing aroma of BBQ sauce and charred meat swirled around them. He watched her fix herself a new plate.

"Gyal, look at you…all big and fat and happy looking. Yuh wit pickney again?"

Erik saw Yani's face freeze with embarrassment. She stopped in front of two women seated on a picnic bench across from where Erik was seated. Yani's eyes caught his and he could only stare helpless.

Yani's mother's head swiveled their way, her eyes tight. The gathering seemed to come to a halt until a familiar voice cut through the discomfort.

"Auntie!' Yani called out moving quickly to Leona who swept onto the beach with more people. Leona gave a shout to folks and hugged Yani before her eyes rested on his face.

"Mr. Killmomnger!" Leona shouted giving him a big hug.

"Hey you two, why the looks?" Leona said to the two women on the bench. Yani's mother walked over handing Leona a cool bottle of water.

"Your niece, she nuh look big? New baby?"

Leona stared at Erik first and then her eyes slyly took in Yani's figure. Yani sucked her teeth.

"I'm not getting big like that," Yani squeaked.

The women made chiding sounds and looked away. Paula put her hands on her hips.

"Yani is going to school in the fall. She nuh going down that road…tuh."

"Stop trying to shame mi niece," Leona said, "you look good, Yani. How's the compound?"

"Good. Excuse me."

Yani walked over to Erik and sat down. She ate her food and made no eye contact with her Aunts.

"They always have something to say," Yani said stuffing curried chicken roti in her mouth. Erik threw his arm around her chair.

"You look good to me, baby," he said kissing her cheek.

"Mi look fat to you?"

"I said you look good—"

"But, I have put on a lot of weight—"

"Good weight, trust."

"They will tell everyone I'm pregnant by you."

"Don't trip."

"I knew this was a bad idea. I should've told Mommy I was sick or something."

She finished her plate as Sydette came waddling over and reaching for any leftovers. Yani let her chew on a tiny piece of her eaten roti.

Erik took her plate and threw it away and grabbed another soda for her. He handed it to her as Twyla sauntered over.

"Fitting in?" Twyla said grinning.

"I'm cool," he said.

"They do every new person like that. You are a real treat for the gossip," she said.

"Them so rude," Yani said scooping Sydette onto her lap. She drank from her soda and let the baby have some.

"Oh, shit," Yani said.

Her eyes looked past her parents and toward the boardwalk. Erik looked to see what caught her attention and he felt his jaw get tight.

Chez.

He was alone and dressed nicely in board shorts and a snazzy designer t-shirt. He walked up to Yani's parents and greeted them. They didn't seem happy to see him, but they allowed him to linger. Yani's mother pointed toward Yani and Chez walked over. Erik stood up glaring at him.

"What are you doing here?" Yani said.

She held Sydette tight. Chez reached down and touched one of his daughter's twists.

"Hey Detty! Daddy's here."

Chez gave a cautious glance at Erik.

"Can I hold mi pickney?" he asked.

"Thought I told you not to be around her—"

"Chill, nigga. It's Sunday. Been taking her money to Twyla—"

"I told you to bring it to the house later when I got home," Twyla said, just as agitated as Erik was feeling.

"I have a show tonight, won't be able to come later. I know y'all come here so I'm just dropping it off."

Chez reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. Twyla snatched it.

"Time to leave," Erik said.

"Can I hold mi pickney for a minute?"

Chez looked at Yani.

"I said leave—"

"Killmonger…please. I don't want a scene."

She stood up and handed Sydette to Chez.

Erik stepped away from them and Leona sidled up to him.

"He won't act up here," she said to him.

"I know he won't—"

"Calm yourself and talk to me."

Erik kept his eyes on Chez. Yani stood near him with Twyla right next to her.

"Killmonger…"

Leona's voice was soothing and his frayed nerves simmered down.

"She looks happy, my niece. Treatin' her well?"

"Yeah."

"All three of you getting along?"

Erik smiled.

Leona regarded their surroundings.

"Family hot and cold?"

"Yeah."

Erik could see some strain on Yani's face. Sydette's face was calm and focused on Yani's. Chez rocked her in his arms.

"Baba," Sydette said when Erik stepped next to Yani again. The baby raised her hands up to Erik.

"Baba?" Chez said. His eyes turned cold quickly.

Yani took Sydette from his arms and stepped back from him. Erik did his best to remain passive, but he could feel his blood pressure rising.

"Mi have her money. You held her. We done," Yani said.

Eyes watched them all.

Chez turned to Erik.

"This is my daughter. Not yours. You playin' house wit mi Fam—"

"Nah, you were playing house. I suggest—"

"Not here, not here…" Twyla hissed, her eyes taking in the stares.

"You wrong for this, Yani. Hear?" Chez said.

Yani broke eye contact with him and her eyes found Erik's.

"I want to see my daughter more than once a week. I have a right to have her with me in mi own house. I'll take you to court—"

"Didn't you hear me say not here?" Twyla said stepping closer to Chez.

"Take me to court then—"

"I've been keeping up with my payments—"

"Yo, let's go talk over here…" Kendall said.

Kendall threw an arm around Chez and guided him away from Yani. Twyla followed behind them.

"You okay?" Erik asked.

"Yeah. He'll take me to court."

"I don't trust him."

"I don't either."

"Don't worry about court."

"He did that to shame me. Just like them…trying to say I'm pregnant."

"He's gone don't think about him."

"Yani. Is everything okay?"

Paula watched her daughter and held her hands out for Sydette. Yani handed her over.

"Everything's fine Mommy."

Paula cut her eyes at Erik and walked away with the baby. Yani stuck Chez's envelope in her purse and sat back down. He sat down next to her and held her hand. His eyes scanned the boardwalk. Chez was gone. Twyla and Kendall spoke to one another near the grill.

"Those two always have your back," Erik said.

"My faves. They do look out for me. Shit. I wish Chez would just go away. He does this right when you are leaving."

"You are safe at the compound. You can have Leona come stay with you if you want."

"Can we just go home now?"

Erik stood up and held her hand.

###

Joburg was cold.

The driver Klaue sent to pick Erik up at the airport was tight-lipped with pale leathery skin. After a forty-minute drive, Erik switched cars with another driver who dropped him off at a busy bar in the main part of the city. He waited thirty minutes and much to his displeasure, Huntsman arrived and led him to another non-descript car where they drove to a private ranch surrounded by intense security.

Huntsman dropped him off with his large duffle bag and drove off. Erik was frisked and his duffle scanned before he was escorted inside on an electric golf cart. Left in front of the main door, Erik waited for entrance.

"Killmonger!"

Klaue hugged him and grabbed his duffle bag.

"Let's not waste time. Give it to me!" The man said.

Klaue's breath was foul with liquor and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Maybe you should wait until you are sober," Erik suggested.

"I'm fine, mate."

Erik dug inside his bag and pulled out a large figurine. He broke it on the floor and pulled out Klaue's prosthetic. Klaue yanked it out of his hand and admired it.

"Nice," he said.

Pulling off the arm he was using, Klaue put on the new one. Erik showed him how to activate it. Klaue stepped in front of a large round mirror that hung above the roaring fireplace he had going. A flash of blue shot out and the large mirror shattered and fell in pieces in front of the fire.

"Excellent! I feel like blowing more shit up! Let's go outside!" Klaue shouted.

"What the hell is going on? Killmonger!"

Erik turned toward the stairs.

Linda walked down and when she saw his face, a huge smile came across hers.

"Hello stranger," she said.

Klaue ran out of the front door.

"What happened to the mirror?"

Erik pointed to the front door.

Sultry in her sweater and tight pants, Linda sauntered over to him.

"How long are you here for?"

"Not long."

Her eyes were coy.

"Just enough time to catch up," she said.

###

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 2 Chapter 3: Bloodlust

Summary: After the sudden death of John, Sam and Dean, along with Riley, continue their quest for vengeance. As Sam and Riley’s powers continue to grow, the three young hunters find themselves closer to the Yellow-Eyed demon than ever before. The strength within themselves and their loyalty to each other will be tested as they are left to fight their families’ lifelong war alone, unaware that unimaginable evil will lead them to face darkness itself as they carry the weight of their fathers’ legacies.

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Word Count: 7,633

Content Warning: language and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

Baby flew down a two-lane highway as AC/DC’s ‘Back in Black’ blared from the speakers. It had been a few weeks since their last hunt and Dean had brought the Impala back to life. She looked good as new and seemed to almost sparkle in the sunlight.

The hunter grinned from ear to ear as he felt the leather of the steering wheel in his hands. “Whoo! Just listen to her purr. Have you ever heard anything so sweet?”

“You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean,” Sam joked as he turned down the stereo.

Dean rubbed the dashboard. “Aww, don’t listen to him, Baby. He just doesn’t understand us.”

The young Winchester chuckled. “Well, you’re in a good mood.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? Got my car, got a case--things are looking up.”

Riley stayed quiet in the back seat as she stared at the scenery whisking by. She had headphones on and seemed completely disengaged.

“And, uh--what about...?” Sam nodded back in Riley’s direction.

Dean’s face changed only slightly. “What about her?”

Sam scoffed. “Dean--,” he stopped before clearing his throat. “Women can’t be hunters, Dean. They’re a liability.” His voice was loud and teasing. When he realized she didn’t bite his head off, Sam knew she couldn’t hear them. Riley would have already smacked him upside the head.

Lowering his volume, he looked at Dean. “When are you gonna make things right with her? I mean, she even started sleeping in her own room for crying out loud.”

“Sammy, I told you. My relationship...is my relationship. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

“I do worry, Dean. I know you love her...so, what the fuck is the problem, man? You’ve been completely different with her since Dad died.”

“Can we just not talk about Dad for like five fucking minutes, please?”

“Whatever” Sam scoffed. “You’re being a fucking idiot, for the record.”

“Noted.” Dean paused. “How far to Red Lodge?”

Sighing, Sam replied, “about another 300 miles.”

“Good,” he said as he turned up the music once again. Dean leaned his foot into the gas and the Impala roared beneath the hunters.

------

Sam, Riley, and Dean had ripped off a couple of white lab coats from the intern locker rooms. They walked down the halls of Candler County hospital while Riley read off the notes from her research.

“Alright, so, I met with the Sheriff. Quick sidebar, dude looks like Colonel Mustard,” she added looking up at Sam who chuckled. “Told him I was with the ‘Daily World’ newspaper and was looking into the murders in the area. By the way, all of which had their heads cut clean off. Sheriff told me he couldn’t comment on the murders right now, though. Then I brought up all the local cow mutilations--over a dozen cattle split open and drained of their blood. Told him I thought it sounded like some kind of satanic ritual if you add it to all the head rolling going on.”

Sam smirked. “I’m sure he took that well.”

“Oh, yeah,” Riley sarcastically. “You know how it goes...bring up satanism in the workplace? Always turns out like you hope.”

“...he kicked you out, didn’t he?”

“Flat on my ass within minutes. So, that’s all I got,” Riley finished as she closed her notebook.

“Well, we know the bodies are here, so, we just gotta get a look for ourselves.” Dean led the way as he opened the door into an office. An intern sat at the desk lost in his work and Dean cleared his throat. “Hey, so Dr. Dworkin is looking for you. Says he needs you in his office right away.”

“But,” the intern said doubtfully, “Dr. Dworkin’s on vacation.”

“Well, he’s back. He’s pissed and screaming for you. So, if I were you, I’d--” Dean trailed off as he whistled and nodded towards the door.

The intern rushed out in a panic as the hunter went on.

Once they were finally alone, Dean sorted his thoughts out with the others. “Hey, those Satanists in Florida. They marked their victims, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam answered. “Reverse pentacle on the forehead.”

Dean grabbed rubber gloves and handed them to his partners as they walked into the examination room. “So much fucked up shit happens in Florida, man.”

Riley checked the metal wall that held the drawers of recent corpses. Finding the right one, she pulled it out.

The body of a woman laid on the slab. She was covered in a sheet and there was a large medical container at her feet.

“Alright, open it up,” Dean ordered as he put his gloves on and met his brother’s gaze.

Sam cringed. “Fuck that. I’m not opening it. You open it.”

“Wuss,” he snarked. Dean picked up the container and took it to a nearby counter. He exhaled deeply before flipping the lid open. With a look of disgust on his face, he turned away for a moment before looking back down. The woman’s severed head rested inside. “Well, no pentagram.”

“Wow. Poor girl.” Riley looked almost distraught as she studied the woman’s face.

“Maybe we should, uh--you know--look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in ‘Silence of the Lambs’.”

As he pushed the container back in front of Dean, Sam replied. “Yeah, sure. Have at it.”

“No, you go ahead.” Dean looked over at his brother. “‘Put the lotion in the basket, Sam’.”

“And I’m the wuss?” Sam laughed.

“Oh, my god. I work with fucking children.” Riley wiggled in-between the two brothers to handle the task herself. She gently opened the woman’s mouth and looked inside.

Sam and Dean seemed to almost gag as she examined the head.

“Well, I don’t see anything.” Riley looked for another moment. “Wait. Look under her lip.” She raised the woman’s lip to expose her gums and pointed to what looked like a hole.

The boys leaned in to look.

She pressed down on the area and a sharp tooth came from the opening.

“Freaking vampires,” Dean stated.

“I’d say this case just got more interesting.”

------

The three headed for a local dive bar. Typical jukebox music flew through the air with the smell of assorted alcoholic drinks. It looked like a place where the locals all came to escape the world at the bottom of a bottle at the end of the day.

Sam, Riley, and Dean walked up the bar.

The bartender was a bigger built man. Didn’t look like someone you’d want to mess with. His goatee was perfectly shaped around his mouth. “What can I get for you?”

“Uh--three beers, please.” Dean pulled out his wallet to pay the man.

“Maybe you can help us out,” Riley said with a flirty smile. “We’re looking for some people. Maybe you’ve seen them? They would have moved here about maybe six months ago. Big time partiers, pretty rowdy, like to drink...”

The bartender found her intoxicating. He looked at her with a smirk. “Yeah. I think I know who you’re talking about. They don’t seem to be around much during the day. Bunch of night owls, I guess.”

Riley gave him a slightly bigger smile. “That’s exactly who I’m talking about.”

Dean looked over at Sam in a bit of surprise. They stayed quiet to let her work her magic.

“Barker Farm got leased out a couple months ago--real winners. They've been in here a lot--drinkers, noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.”

“Thank you so much for your help.”

“Don’t mention it,” he answered as he bit his bottom lip.

Riley seemed to saunter away to continue her ruse as they made their way to a table.

She then casually leaned in towards Sam and Dean. “We got eyes on us--six o’clock. I can feel him. Let’s go.”

With a nod of acknowledgement from the boys, they all went for the front door and left.

The three then turned to head down the quiet alley behind the bar. Finding a place to hide, they laid in wait, knowing they were being followed.

As soon as the stranger stalked their path, the Winchesters grabbed him from out of the darkness and pushed him against the wall. They held him there as Dean had a knife to his throat.

Riley stood to the side with her arms crossed.

“Smile. Show us those pearly whites,” Dean demanded.

“Oh, for the love of--you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” The stranger seemed much calmer than he should have been.

Sam frowned, unsure.

“Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.”

“Guys,” Riley interrupted. “He’s telling the truth. He’s human.” She could only pick up on whether or not someone was completely human from time to time. But that night, Riley knew for certain.

The stranger looked back to the brothers. “Listen to the woman. Look--” he pulled up his gums to reveal nothing of note. “Happy?”

Sam and Dean reluctantly let him go.

Riley stepped in closer as she got a better look at the man. He had dark skin and was tall like the boys. His hair was short and had a similar goatee to the bartender’s. The man was probably in his late 30’s.

“So, you gonna tell us what you know about vampires, or is he gonna have to bring the knife back out?” Riley nodded in Dean’s direction who was itching to do it anyway.

“I know how to kill them.” He fixed his jacket to straighten himself up. “Who the fuck are you guys?”

------

The trio followed the man to his red, older, two-door car.

“Sam and Dean Winchester and Riley Munroe,” He let out a soft and breathy laugh of surprise. “I can’t believe it.” The stranger opened the door and slid out a rack from behind the seat. It was a full arsenal of weapons and hunting tools. “I’m Gordon. You know, I met both of your fathers before. They helped me out on a hunt. Partners from time to time, right?”

Riley nodded.

“Great hunters. I heard they both passed, I’m sorry. Those are some big shoes to fill. But from what I hear, you three fill ‘em--great trackers, good in a tight spot--”

“You seem to know a lot about our families.” Dean looked skeptical about the hunter.

“Well, word gets around. You know how hunters talk.”

“Yeah.” Riley replied as Dean spoke at the exact same moment, “no.” They locked eyes, with an intrigued expression.

Gordon raised his eyebrows. “I can see there’s some things your father never told you boys.” He looked over at Riley. “I’ve heard you were a spit-fire. Your reputation precedes you.”

“So, these vampires,” Sam started. “They were yours, huh?”

“Yep. Been on ‘em for two weeks now.”

“Did you check out that Barker Farm?”

Gordon shook his head and clicked his tongue. “It’s a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.”

“Where’s the nest then?” Dean asked.

“I got this one covered.” The hunter pushed his gear back into the car. “Look, don't get me wrong, it's a real pleasure meetin' you three. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.”

“C’mon, man. I’ve been itching for a hunt.”

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” Gordon got into his car and looked out his open window as he started the engine. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” Without another word, he drove off into the night.

There was a moment of silence before Riley turned to the others. “...we’re still gonna follow him, right?”

------

The Impala had followed Gordon to the docks of a large lake not far from where they had met. The three were only a few minutes behind him as they closed the car doors. Water trickled and sloshed in the background and a sawmill sat at the edge of the water.

Sounds of a struggle came from the mill and the hunters looked at each other.

“That’s our cue,” Riley stated as they all went into a sprint in its direction.

A loud mechanical noise started to whir as they got closer.

They ran up the wooden ramp connected to the docks. Up on the main deck was Gordon. He was on his back taking hit after hit before the vampire began to lower a mechanical chainsaw toward the pinned hunter’s head.

Sam rushed to Gordon’s aid as he grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him away to safety.

Riley grabbed what looked like a large fishing spear off the wall and charged. She jammed the end of it into the creature’s stomach before jerking it back out. Grunting, Riley took one final swing that sent the vampire to the ground. She raised the weapon above her head and stabbed the creature in the gut as it pinned him to the plank of wood beneath him.

The monster shouted in pain as its rows of fangs were bared.

Dean hurried to her side, giving the vamp a few solid punches to the face. The loud saw roared on as the hunter began to pull it down towards them.

As Dean forced it into the creature’s throat, it wailed in terror before a large squirt of blood shot him in the face. Without missing a beat, Dean drove the machine all the way through its neck until there was a loud crunch as its spine was cut.

With blood splatter covering his face, Dean turned towards the others as the docks went silent.

Riley and Sam stood staring back at him, stunned.

“So, guess I gotta buy you that drink now,” Gordon said as he caught his breath.

------

Back at the bar they had found themselves at earlier, the four hunters found their seats. A fresh round of shots had just hit the table.

“Another one bites the dust.” Gordon raised his glass.

Joining in the hunter’s celebrations, Dean raised his in return as they clinked together. “Damn straight.”

“Dean,” the older hunter laughed. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend. I mean, beautiful--absolutely beautiful.”

Sam and Riley sat quietly. Both were uncomfortable with the way things had ended at the docks and with how Gordon encouraged Dean’s behavior.

Riley’s eyes stayed on the stranger. She didn’t trust him. Unfortunately, her telepathy wasn’t happening naturally and it infuriated her that she couldn’t know his real intentions. Still, the energy Riley could feel pour from him was enough to have her ready to make a b-line for the door.

“Thank you.” Dean smiled with pride. He turned to his partners. “You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Riley added with a hint of bitterness.

Gordon let out a small chuckle as he took another drink. “Aww, lighten up, Rye.”

“They’re the only ones that get to call me that.” She continued to meet his gaze.

He put his hands up in surrender. “Just celebrate with us.”

Sam scoffed. “Right. Well, brutal decapitations aren’t always our idea of a good time I guess.”

“You guys gotta have more fun with your job--learn to enjoy it a little.”

“Listen,” Riley started as she stood to leave. “I’m not gonna bring down the party. I’ll just meet you back at the hotel.” She looked at Sam. “Wanna come with?”

“Yep,” he replied.

Dean threw the keys in Sam’s direction. “Buzzkills.”

The two grabbed their jackets and made their way to the door with Sam’s hand guiding her through the bar crowd.

------

The motel the hunters were staying at was reminiscent of an adobe home.

As the two walked from the car, Riley pulled out her key card and Sam noticed a sadness in her.

“Hey, would you wanna come in? I don’t think Dean’s gonna be back for a while. We could hang out, watch a movie or something.” Sam smiled at her. “C’mon. We haven’t spent time just the two of us in forever.”

Riley couldn’t help the small grin that grew on her face. “That’s not fair. You know I can’t say no to you.” He let out a laugh knowing he had won. “Just gimme a couple minutes, I’m gonna go take care of something and then I’ll meet you over there.”

Sam agreed as they went to their rooms.

Going inside, the room was decorated with a desert vibe. Sam placed the keys on a small plastic cactus and went to sit on the bed. He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through it.

In the next room, Riley looked in the mirror and sighed. She needed a minute to herself. Lately, nothing had felt like it used to and tensions were still high. It exhausted her having to constantly block out all of the toxic emotions.

Riley even looked as tired as she felt. She studied her face for a moment realizing how drained she was. It felt as though she was going to cry all the time, and yet she almost never did. Maybe she didn’t have any tears left.

She quickly checked for any mascara under her eyes before turning off the lights to leave.

When she had finally made it to the boys’ room, Sam was finishing a phone call.

“Right. Okay. Well, thanks, Ellen. Talk soon.” He flipped the phone shut and let out a sigh. “You good?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m fine. Everything good with Ellen?” Riley sat on the edge of one of the beds with one leg tucked beneath her.

“Yeah. Uh--actually I called her about Gordon.”

She stared at him intently. “Why? What's up?”

“I don’t know, exactly. I just--something feels off I guess.”

“I’m right there with ya. Something’s up with that guy. I can feel it. He makes me really uncomfortable, Sam.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, that makes two of us. Maybe for good reason though. Ellen said he’s a good hunter, but that he’s dangerous.”

Riley’s eyebrows furrowed. “Dangerous? In what way?”

“Not sure. She just said that if he’s working a job, we should stay away and get outta town.”

“Well, that’s not concerning at all,” she added almost rolling her eyes. Riley paused as he nodded in understanding. “Look, I’m gonna go get a soda from the machine. You want one?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Riley went outside and walked down the stretch of rooms. She put coins in the soda machine and chose two for her and Sam.

As she reached to get them, she heard a noise in the bushes nearby. Riley looked in its direction and waited completely still for a moment. When nothing more happened, she cautiously walked back to the room.

Looking around carefully, she opened the door to go inside.

“They didn’t have root beer, so you'll just have to deal.” Riley’s head was down as she immediately went to put the cans on the small table by the door. When she looked up, Sam was on the floor unconscious and a vampire stood beside him. “Sam!”

After taking in the shock, Riley charged at the creature ready for a fight. A grunt came from the back of her throat as she punched it with full force.

Little did she know, another was behind her and it clocked her in the back of the head with a rotary phone. It dinged as it connected with her skull.

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Riley and Sam came to, only to find it was dark around them. There were sacks over their heads and gags in their mouths. They had been tied to chairs, bound with rope.

Sam grunted as he struggled to free himself while Riley took in deep breaths trying to remain calm.

Their eyes struggled to focus as their sacks were taken off their heads. They were in some kind of old farmhouse. All the surrounding furniture was mismatched and it looked like squatters were living there.

Both hunters looked up to see the bartender they had met earlier, standing in front of them. He opened his mouth and a full set of fangs grew from his gums. There was a guttural growl coming from his mouth as he leaned into Riley.

Her eyes challenged him as he grew only inches from her face.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Sam seethed as he fought against his restraints.

“Step back, Eli.” A woman came from around the corner and the bartender obeyed her command. She couldn’t have been much older than Dean. Her voice was surprisingly smooth, even with her order. The strange woman went to the hunters and removed their gags. “My name is Lenore. I’m not gonna hurt you. We just need to talk.”

“Talk?” Riley scoffed. “Forgive me if I get distracted by Eli’s teeth.”

“He won’t hurt you. You have my word.”

“Your word? Oh, great. Thanks.” Sam’s tone was harsh and condescending. “Listen, lady, no offense, but you're not the first vampire I've met.”

“We’re not like the others. We don’t drink human blood and haven’t in a long time. Now, we live off cattle blood. It’s not exactly ideal, in fact, it’s disgusting--but we get by.”

“What?” Riley asked in shock. “Why?”

“Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined.”

Eli’s breath was ragged as he struggled to contain himself. “Why are we even explaining ourselves to these fucking killers? They murdered Conrad tonight and celebrated.”

Lenore looked at him sternly. “What’s done is done.” Turning back towards the hunters, she went on. “We’re leaving town tonight.”

The young Winchester stared up at the woman that held them captive. “Then why did you bring us here? Why even talk to us?”

“Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.”

“So, you’re asking us not to follow you.”

“We’re not hurting anyone. All we ask is the right to live, just like anybody else.”

With a look of disbelief, Riley tensed as she could hear the growling inside them. “Give us one good reason why we should trust you.”

Lenore got in the face of the sassy hunter. “Fine. I’m gonna let you go.” She looked at her and then at Sam, who was shocked. “Eli, take them back. I don’t want a scratch on either of them.”

A second vampire came in from a side room after hearing the command. He and Eli put the sacks over Sam and Riley’s heads again and stood them up. They led them out and back into the car they had taken them in.

------

Gordon and Dean sat at the table of the motel room. A map laid spread out in front of them as they went over what Gordon had already gathered through his research.

“This is the best pattern I can establish.” His finger traced a circle over a small area of the map. “It's sketchy at best. Problem is, we’re talking about an area with 35 to 40 farms. I’ve searched half of them and I haven’t come up with shit. The fuckers are good at covering their tracks.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to search the other half.” Dean looked down at his watch. “What time is it? Where are those two?”

Gordon peered out the window. “Car’s parked outside. They probably went for a walk. Sam seems like the ‘take-a-walk' type.” His tongue darted out over his lips. “But, that Riley, though? Whoo. Girl’s feisty as hell. Not bad on the eyes either.”

“Yeah,” Dean said with a small smile. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Wait...” Gordon’s eyes lit up and he leaned into the table. “You and her?”

The Winchester nodded. “For the better part of a year now, yeah.”

Gordon whistled. “You gotta tell me, is she that fiery off the job too?” he asked as he shot Dean a look of approval.

The door opened and Sam and Riley walked in. They both stared at the two hunters at the table, irritated almost to see Gordon there.

“Where you guys been?” Dean asked.

Sam looked at his brother. “Can we talk to you alone?”

The older Winchester turned back to look at his new companion. “You mind chilling out here for a couple minutes?” Gordon shook his head and Dean got up to follow his family outside.

Walking down the steps, Sam waited until they were out of earshot. He glanced over at Dean as they walked into the parking lot. “I think we gotta rethink this hunt, man.”

“What are you talking about? Where were you?”

“The vamps found us, Dean. They took us to their nest.”

Dean’s eyes grew. “What? How the fuck did you get out? How many did you guys kill?”

“None,” Riley said as she stopped and crossed her arms. “They let us go.”

Shooting his eyes back and forth between the two, Dean appeared to be in disbelief. “Well, that doesn’t make any goddamn sense. So, where’s the nest?”

“We don’t know. We were both blindfolded. All we know is we went over a bridge at some point outside of town. But, Dean...” Riley’s hands found her pockets. “...we don’t think we should go after the nest anymore.”

“What?” Dean asked in shock. “Why the hell not?”

Sam added, “we don’t think they’re like other vampires. They’re responsible for all the cattle deaths. They live off animal blood instead of human.”

“And you believed them? No, man, no way.” Dean chuckled. “I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em.” He began to walk back towards the room.

“Dean...” Riley started as she caught up to him.

“What part of vampires don’t you understand, Rye? It’s supernatural, that means we kill it. That’s the job. End of story.”

“No. That’s not the job, Dean.” She stared up at him, feeling her patience with Dean wearing thin. “We hunt evil. And these things aren’t hurting anyone. They’re not evil.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Of course they’re killing people, that’s what they do, Riley. They’re not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them. Gordon’s been on those vamps for a year now, he knows.”

Sam stayed quiet knowing that there was too much tension built up between the couple. The emotions were bound to bubble over. That heated moment in the parking lot was Dean and Riley’s first real conversation in weeks.

“Oh, Gordon?” she asked with sarcasm. Riley smiled finding his naivety humorous and she bit her lip trying to control her need to yell. “So, you’re just gonna take his word for it? Even though I’m telling you something different?”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Dean said with certainty.

She scoffed and folded her arms again. “Unbelievable. You push me away for weeks and what do I do? I wait. I wait and I deal with your bullshit brooding all the time. When was the last time you even acted like we were together, Dean? Huh? Are we even together?”

Dean was annoyed with her question, “of course we’re still together.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing? Why don’t you trust me anymore? I’m a damn good hunter, Dean. Hell, I’m a fucking psychic for Christ’s sake. But you’ve benched me and acted like I’m invisible.” Riley began to shout a little. “If I tell you Gordon’s bad news, then you’re supposed to believe me!”

Running a hand down his face, Dean tried to grapple with his conflicting emotions.

Riley had already shut off the switch in her mind. In that moment, she didn’t care what Dean was feeling. She had stayed quiet long enough.

“Dean listen to Riley, man. Even Ellen says the guy’s bad news,” Sam added.

“Of course, you called Ellen.” Dean chuckled with frustration. “And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks, I'll go with Gordon.”

“Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is? He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.” Sam was almost pleading with his brother.

“Shut the hell up, Sam,” Dean said with a small breathy laugh as he turned to leave.

The younger Winchester chased after him. “He's not even close, Dean--not on his best day. You know, you slap on this big fake smile, but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean.” Pain swelled through Sam’s chest and he couldn’t stand Dean being in denial for another second as he raised his voice. “Dad's dead. And he left a hole and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.”

Dean smirked. “Okay,” he replied as he went to walk away. He then immediately spun around, his fist connecting with Sam’s face.

“Dean!” Riley yelled as she went to Sam.

The hunter stumbled before he looked Dean in the eye. “It’s fine, Rye. He can hit me all he wants. Doesn’t change a damn thing.”

“I’m going to that nest. You don’t wanna tell me where it is? Fine. I’ll figure it out for myself.” In a huff, Dean went up the steps back to the room.

Sam and Riley hurried behind him. When they all got inside, they saw that Gordon had left.

Riley looked at them both with worry. “Gordon went after them. We gotta stop him.”

“Really, Rye?” Dean asked in irritation. “’Cause I say we lend a hand.”

“Dammit, Dean.” Riley sighed and tried to calm herself. “Just, please--give me the benefit of the doubt here. You owe me that.”

“Fine. Where are the keys? I’m driving.”

Sam turned to the small plastic cactus he had put them on. They were no longer there. “Son of a bitch snaked the keys.”

------

With a grimace on his face, Dean worked the wiring to hot-wire the Impala and it sputtered beneath him. “I can't fucking believe this. I just fixed her up, too.” The car finally roared to life. “So, you crossed a bridge, is that all you got?”

Sam looked down at the paper map in his lap. “The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.”

“How do you know?”

“I counted.” The young Winchester traced his finger over the route. “They took a left out of the farm. Then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes. Went slightly up a hill and then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.”

Dean nodded his head, pleasantly surprised. “You’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.”

Feeling she had nothing left to say, for the time being, Riley kept her mouth shut. She had had enough arguing for the night and was still too pent up.

Baby pulled from the motel parking lot and eased onto the main stretch of road.

------

As Sam, Dean, and Riley arrived at the farmhouse they scurried inside. When they found the main room, Gordon was there with Lenore. She was tied to a chair, beaten and bloody as Gordon held a knife to her. She seemed to be gasping for air as she struggled through the pain.

The three stood in horror at what they saw; Gordon was taking his time torturing her with satisfaction in his face.

“Hey, you guys,” Gordon said as he stood to greet the hunters. “Come on in.” He motioned for them though his demeanor was unsettling.

“Hey, Gordon. Uh--what's going on?” Dean asked.

“Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s gonna tell us where her little friends are. You wanna help? Grab a knife, I was just about to start on the fingers.” Gordon drug the bloody knife across her chest and she cried. It seemed to sizzle and branches of veins grew dark and visible around it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?”

“Gordon put the knife down. Just step away from her, alright?” Sam ordered.

The older hunter threw his knife onto the table. “You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery.” Gordon took out a much larger knife and unsheathed it. He held it to the light and admired it as it glistened. “I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane.” He turned towards Lenore with his knife in hand.

Riley took long, quick strides over to the injured vampire. “I’m letting her go, Gordon,” she said adamantly.

Gordon stopped her with a knife in front of her chest. “You’re not gonna do a damn thing.”

Stepping forward, Dean clenched his jaw and his heart skipped in his chest seeing Riley in danger. “Gordon, let’s talk about this,” he said as he walked around the table.

Sam stayed close behind Riley.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dean. She’s a goddamn monster.”

Gordon’s voice was eerily calm to a point it made every hair on Riley’s body stand on edge. She stared Gordon in the eyes and though the unease in her stomach made her wish she were anywhere else, Riley didn’t flinch. She knew that the only monster in that room was the man looking back at her.

“I hear you, I get it,” Dean said sternly.

He chuckled. “Do you, Dean? I had to watch one of these filthy fucking fangs attack my sister. And it didn’t kill her...no.” Gordon shook his head. “It turned her. It made her one of them.” His eyes stayed vacant as if he felt nothing at all as he looked at the others. “So, I hunted her down and I killed her myself."

Shocked, Dean asked, “You did what?”

Grabbing Riley’s wrist, Gordon sliced his knife across her forearm. She winced as he held her still and reached to push the blade towards her throat.

Riley’s free hand held tightly to his wrist that gripped his weapon and she struggled to push it away.

Dean drew his gun and cocked it and Sam did the same, both aiming at Gordon. “Let her go.” Riley struggled to break free as the Dean shouted, “now!”

“Relax. If I wanted her dead, she’d already be on the floor. I’m just making a point.” The deranged hunter drug Riley over to the vampire. He squeezed her arm to get the blood flowing so it would drip down over the creature’s face.

As a drop fell on her cheek, Lenore gasped and her fangs released themselves. She snarled and hissed as everything inside her ached for the bleeding arm above her.

Gordon looked back and forth between the three. “You think she’s so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.”

Lenore whimpered as she fought against her every instinct. She soothed herself and retracted her fangs as she tried to catch her breath. “No. No. I won’t do it.”

“Do you even hear her, Gordon?” Riley asked with frustration. As his hold on her lightened, she pushed Gordon’s hand away and took a step back.

With his gun still raised, Sam hurried to Riley’s side. “We’re done here.”

Riley glanced down at the sick and broken creature before her. Lenore carried a curse, but she was no monster. “Get her out of here, Sam.”

Doing exactly that, Sam gave Riley his gun and went to pick up the badly injured woman. She groaned as he moved her and she nearly fell limp in his arms. Sam hurried her out of the room and to the car.

A still hell-bent Gordon went to stop him while Dean and Riley held their weapons ready to fire.

“Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Dean warned him. Without breaking eye contact with Gordon, he spoke to the woman at his side. “Rye? You alright?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” Riley’s eyes slanted slightly as she grappled with the urge to shoot the insane hunter.

The Winchester made his way closer. “Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about.”

Gordon scoffed in response. “You can’t be serious. You’re just gonna let her go?”

“I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me.”

“Dean?” Riley’s voice was nervous. “What are you doing?”

“I’m good, sweetheart. But I’m gonna need you to back up. This is between me and the big guy.” Dean didn’t falter. He was ready for whatever Gordon would throw his way.

Riley hesitated. Still, she withdrew her weapon and stepped back.

“Fine.” The dark hunter answered as he jammed his knife into the wooden table.

Dean returned the favor by taking out the clip in his gun. Before he could put the weapon down, Gordon had charged at Dean and threw the first punch. Without hesitation, Dean hit him right back.

When Gordon stumbled, he grabbed the blade he had stuck into the table.

Riley’s eyes grew seeing the rearmed madman. She went to join the fray when Dean heard her coming up behind him.

“No.” His arm went out to block her. “Stay back.”

A still fearless Gordon swung his blade at the Winchester. When he missed, Dean grabbed him to shove him against the wall. His hand held tight to Gordon’s wrist as he slammed it against the door frame to release the weapon.

As the blade clattered on the ground, Riley went and grabbed it away.

Gordon and Dean clung at each other’s clothes, trying to keep the other at a distance.

“What are you doing?” Gordon asked through his shallow breathing. “You’re doing this for a fang? We’re on the same side, Dean!”

Through his gritted teeth Dean seethed, “I don’t think so, you sadistic bastard.”

Gordon thrust his elbow into Dean’s face to disorient him before he kicked his boot into the hunter’s chest.

Dean was sent backward and landed on a small coffee table. It broke beneath his weight and he groaned.

“You’re not like her or your brother. You’re a killer...like me.” Gordon’s words were unnatural and almost sinister.

When he had gotten close enough, Dean swiped his leg under Gordon to trip him onto the ground. Dean stood to get on top of him and his fist flew into Gordon’s face again and again.

Picking him up, Dean then shoved him into a bookshelf. Glass and other items on display shattered and fell over the beaten man. With two more final punches, Dean had weakened the crazy-eyed hunter enough to drag him to a chair.

Dean pulled a thick rope from his bag and threw it around the injured hunter. He wrapped it around him tightly and made a solid knot. “You know, I might be like you and I might not.” Fresh drops of blood sat on Dean’s lips as he bent forward to look at Gordon. “But you're the one tied up right now.”

------

Morning had come and shined over the farmhouse. Light leaked into the room through the blinds as a now alert Gordon sat glaring at Riley. She leaned against the wall in front of him as Dean paced keeping watch.

Outside, the sound of a car came through the silence of the sleepy early hours. Dean stared down at Gordon who had hate in his eyes for the hunter.

Sam walked in and greeted Riley with a hand on her shoulder. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nah,” Dean replied. “Not much. Did Lenore get out okay?”

“Yeah, they all did.” Sam shot a look at Gordon. He wanted him to know he had lost.

Riley looked over to at the clearly unhappy man in the chair. “Well, I guess that means our work is done here.” She smiled at him playfully.

“How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?” Dean walked around him back towards the table as he teased him. “Alright. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you.” He stabbed the knife back into the wooden table.

Sam asked, “you ready to go, Dean?”

“Not yet.” He took his time walking in front of the man he had bested. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Dean chuckled. “It's been real.” He looked down at Gordon one last time before punching him hard across the face.

The chair he was in fell backward and he laid stuck to it on the floor, groaning.

Dean fixed his jacket and sniffled. “That’s for putting your fucking hands on my girl,” he added before turning back around to his partners. “Okay, I’m good now. We can go.”

Riley smiled as Dean made his way back over with his bag over his shoulder. She waited for him to stop to hug her, only for Dean to continue to walk out and pass her by. Her heart dropped into her stomach and Riley cleared her throat, trying to stop herself from crying.

There was no denying it, things between Riley and Dean were painfully different.

They all headed down the steps of the farmhouse and began to walk towards the car. It was still quiet as birds chirped in the distance.

Riley’s boots crunched the dirt beneath them and she went on ahead of them.

Stopping, Dean sighed. “I wish we never took this fucking job. It just fucked everything up.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean, just think about all the hunts the three of us have been on. All the things we’ve killed. What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us...”

Sam’s face softened. “Dean, after what happened to Mom? Dad did the best he could.”

“I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things--and man, I hate 'em. I do.” Dean bit his bottom lip as he tried to work through his thoughts. “When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it.”

“...but you didn’t kill Lenore. And yeah, you could’ve. But you didn’t. That’s what matters.”

The sun peeked over the horizon and cast a glow over the fields and their faces as Sam and Dean continued towards Baby.

Dean nodded softly to himself as he stared back at the farmhouse, his eyes glistening in the early morning light. “Yeah. Maybe.”

------

Dean had gone out for breakfast a few hours later. He walked back into his and Sam’s room with a carrier of coffees and two bags; one Dean held in his free hand and the other hung from his teeth. Kicking the door shut behind him, he put it all on the table.

“Alright, they were out of chocolate donuts. Rye is not gonna be happy about that one. I got her glaze. You think that’ll work?”

He looked up at Sam who sat on one of the beds with his head hung. The young Winchester didn’t reply. In his hand was a small piece of paper.

“What’s going on, Sammy?” Dean asked as he went over to his brother.

Without even looking up, Sam held the paper out to Dean. As he took it, his brows scrunched in confusion as he went to read it.

I need some space. Please don’t come looking for me. I’ll call when I’m ready. I love you both.

xo Riley

Dean’s heart began to race as Sam uttered in an almost broken tone, “she’s gone, Dean.”

Turning on his heel, Dean rushed out the door and ran to her room. He banged on the door again and again with no reply. “Riley!”

Remembering he had an extra key, he hurried to get inside. “Riley?” The door swung open and the hunter felt his legs shake beneath him as he stared into an empty room. Her duffel bag, guitar case, and all other traces of her were gone.

A lump swelled in Dean’s throat and he ran his hands forward over his hair. He realized how deeply he must have hurt her.

Dean quickly took out his phone and dialed her number, his eyes large and panicky as he put it to his ear.

“The number you have dialed is no longer in service, please try your call again later.”

Dean shut the phone and put it to his forehead as the anger he felt towards himself exploded inside him. He flung the cell phone across the room. “Son of a bitch!” Dean yelled as he swung around and threw his fist into the wall.

As he barely made it out the door, he held on to the frame to steady himself. Dean stood looking off into the distance wondering how far she away she already was. He couldn’t contain the guilt and loss he felt as tears streamed down his face.

Riley was the one good thing to ever happen to Dean, the only thing that ever made sense besides his family.

He wiped his face and stomped back into his room. “We gotta go,” Dean stated firmly as he wasted no time and grabbed his things.

Sam stayed seated as he watched his brother frantically move around the room. “What? Go where?”

“After her. We gotta find her.”

Sighing, Sam replied, “she said she wanted space, Dean. Maybe we should just respect that.”

“What? Hell no,” Dean scoffed.

“Look, man, I’m just as broken up about her leaving as you are, but she doesn’t want to be followed.”

Dean couldn’t contain himself as he nearly shouted. “Sam, the demon is still out there and she could be in danger. Riley’s going through too much to be alone and I have to make this right. I have to fix this--” The pain in his face was obvious and Dean’s voice broke as he pleaded with his brother. “Please, Sam. You were right, okay? I fucked up.” Dean’s mouth fell slightly agape as no words came out and his eyes flooded again. “I--I can’t lose her, man.”

Sam ran his hand through his hair and lightly nodded his head. “Alright,” he agreed standing up to grab his things. “Let’s go bring her home.”

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Pairing: Photographer!Hoseok x OC x Producer!Yoongi

Genre/Warnings: Hoseok AU/Yoongi AU/Includes strong language.

Words: 3,701

Summary: Charlotte Galloway is the leader of the up and coming girl band, "She-Bang", with a side hustle as a photographer for anyone who will hire her. She meets a fellow professional photographer named Jung Hoseok who helps "She-Bang" realize their dreams and Charlotte to make a love connection along the way.

A/N: My first Hoseok Fic, won’t be my last. Please support.

Waking up to a raging headache and nausea everyday never gets old when you aim to live the life of a superstar musician. I can't even remember the last time I woke up perfectly healthy after a gig and that was fine by me.

I can feel the sun trying to pulverize me from the hotel window as I open my eyes. I immediately try to shy away from it and end up bumping into my band mate Carrie. She gives a tired moan as she rolls further away from me.

How and why is Carrie in my bed?

I peek over her at the second king sized bed in the hotel room to see Leyah and some guy she must of brought home last night without us noticing. Fuck. Carrie definitely got kicked out of her shared bed with Leyah and decided to bunk with me instead of Vicky in the next room on the couch. What else is new?

I take a glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. 4:56 PM. "Guys! We gotta move! Get up!" I yell, not helping my own hangover, but all the while moving like a bat out of hell trying to get the band ready for tonight. I walk around the bed and give Carrie a few good shakes until she sat upright. I move into the next room to Vicky, saving Leyah's sorry ass for last.

"Vicky. Come on babe, you gotta get up." I lean down and shake her a little gentler than I shook Carrie because I know she drank a little more than the rest of last night. "Vicky?" I said softly. "Hmm?" She responded still tucked into the couch with her back to me. "We have a show tonight honey and it's already five o'clock so I'm gonna need your ass to cooperate. I have a headache too and I'm sure the others do as well. Can you please get up for me?" I spoke calmly and softly even though I wanted to do anything but. She turned around slowly, opened her eyes just a slither and nodded best she could. Her pixie cut hair didn't change much since the night before, but her light brown skin was a little puffy in the face for obvious reason.

"Great!" I switched back to my yelling tone of voice to make my sure I got my point across and stand back up. "I'm glad we had this talk!" I start to walk away as Vicky said her peace. "Really Char!?" I laugh and continue walking towards Leyah's bed. "You all didn't make me the leader for nothing!" I yell over my shoulder.

"Hey! You!" I chanted at Leyah and her boy toy. I wasted no time as I pull the covers off of the both of them, not caring for the parts that were nude, but paid them no mind anyways. Leyah's long dark brown curls were in complete disarray, going in every direction. Her make up from the night before was smeared all over her tan skin.

"What the fuck Char?!" Leyah raged immediately after the covers were ripped from her, almost like she had already been awake.

"What the fuck Char- Can we skip all the bullshit and get to work? Starting with you. Get out." I say directly to Boy Toy who also seems to be awake. "Whoa! Who even-" I ignore him walk over to Carrie who seems to have fallen back to sleep.

"Carrie I swear for God if your ass is not in that shower in minutes there will be hell to pay...CARRIE!"

"I'M COMING!" Carrie fumbles out of bed and angrily makes her way to the bathroom. Her bleach blonde hair was also in knots and not pretty at all. Her pale skin on her face and chest were red all over from her hangover.

"Good now back to you. Out. Please." I figured using actual manners wouldn't hurt this time around. If it would get this creep out of our too then so be it.

"Hey you can't just tell me t-"

"Dude just give it a rest. Find your clothes and get out." Leyah grumbled from her place on the bed, not paying him any attention. The boy looks at a loss for words, then he does some grumbling of his own while he gets dressed and finally leaves.

"Whoo. Now that, that's finally over, I'm gonna hop in the shower."

"Isn't Carrie in the shower?" Leyah moaned.

"Yeah. So?" Leyah just laughs and snuggles back up to her pillow. "And don't you dare go back to sleep!" I say making my way to bathroom. "Yeah, yeah!" I roll my eyes and keep walking. I take some painkillers I brought to the hotel before undressing and hopping in the shower behind a singing Carrie. I reach for the soap on the right of Carrie and the sight of my arm is enough to send her arms flailing in a screaming fit, causing her to almost slip, but she grabs for the shower bar just in time.

This leaves both naked and confused facing each other. I slowly reach for the soap once again while moving under the spray of the shower. Carrie steadies her breathing, finally, and does the same thing. It wouldn't be the first time myself of my band mates have done something like this. Thankfully we're all really close to one another so nothing surprises us anymore. Hence why Carrie isn't murdering me currently.

"Leyah. You're next, don't fight me on this." I say after drying off and getting dressed. Cross the threshold to Vicky's room and kneel down to Vicky's level. "Here. Take these." I give her a glass of water and some pain killers. She takes them no questions asked. Next on the agenda is making sure the roadies were up and at 'em too.

I walk two feet to the next hotel room down and knock obnoxiously for roughly ten seconds. "Come on losers! What are you doing in there!?" Our roadie Darren opens the door to greet me with a smile and thankfully he's fully clothed. "You rang?" He drawled sarcastically causing me to chuckle. I took a second too long looking at his impossibly white teeth and how they contrasted with his soft looking dark lips.

"Actually I knocked and I just wanted to know if you guys were getting ready for the gig tonight like you're supposed to."

"Don't worry about a thing Char." He spoke more seriously. "Everything's in the van ready to go, as are Kyle and I. See? Everything's under control." He tries to assure me so I wouldn't worry. But just as the words leave his mouth a tan skinned brunette girl walks passed him out of the room singing "Goodbye Kyle!" over her shoulder and continues to walk passed me down the hallway. Kyle can be heard saying goodbye from behind Darren. I look him up and down with a look that reads "Is that right?" in response to his before comment on having things under control.

"Nobody's perfect boss." Is his excuse. I just shake my head and smile. "Just meet us at the van in an hour and a half." I say not waiting for a response, walking back to our room. "Whoa, that long? What's the hold up?" He asks. "Nobody's perfect Darren." I shrug and and turn to go back into the room pretending not to notice him checking me out as I unlocked the door and walked inside. I won't ever deny the fact that I am attracted to Darren, but with the plans that me and my girls have there is no time for romance or relationships. I made that a rule.

Walking back into the room I see the girls in the full swing of their morning routines so I put on some make-up, grab my camera and sift through the pictures I took last night of everyone and some I took in a nearby park when I found some time alone. I plan to go back and take some more when our schedule slows down a little.

After dealing with the girls' shit and waiting for everyone to be ready, we met the boys at the van as planned and hopped in. We took longer than expected an now it was 7:49 PM and we were meant to go on by 8:30. At this rate, we'll be lucky if we went by 9:00. Everyone was grateful to be out of the car and free from my nagging as we arrived at the venue.

It happened to be a club/bar situation, but it left a lot of room for the stage and the dance floor so you knew people were coming out for the entertainment as well. We could hear a band already playing as our opener, but we had no idea who. I lead my group as we approach the bouncer at the front entrance because the back entrance was locked.

"Hello. We're She-Bang!, we're here to perform." I announced. The bouncer looks me up an down in disgust. Probably because we cut in front of all these people.

"I don't care who you are." He snarls. "Now get to the back." This man was about to make me lose my patience.

"Look. Sir. We are the entertainment for the night. If you don't let us in, these people won't get even get what they pay for."

Voices of concern can be heard from the rest of the line. But I, of course, heard one in particular.

"OH MY GOD! Is that She-Bang!? Holy shit!" The rest of the line starts to talk amongst themselves and some are even screaming about the fact we're here. I turn back to the bouncer with smug smirk on my face.

"You here that? Those are our fans they're gonna be really pissed if you don't let us in." Leyah finally speaks up from behind me. "Took you long enough." I whispered behind me. she just rolls her eyes.

"No way lady. Get lost." The bouncer growls. That's it.

"Look you piece of shit! We did not come down here to-"

"Char? What are you still doing out here?" The club owner, Evan, comes out and stands next to the bouncer who immediately tenses up at the sight of his boss. Evan stands out from the crowd in his expensive looking dark blue suit, black dress shirt and dress shoes to match. His black, neck length hair was styled to perfection in a way that brought out his piercing blue eyes and pale skin.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask Jack Black over here?" I say looking at the bouncer, but talking to Evan. My friends all laugh at my words. Thanks guys.

"James. Is there a reason you refuse to let my guests in?" Evan asks in a threatening tone of voice, his French accent peeking through.

"They cut in line boss." The bouncer responds nearly trembling.

Evan makes a show of rolling his eyes and scoffing. "Get over yourself James. And double check your pay check to make sure I docked your salary appropriately?"

"Yes boss." James visibly deflated at the news causing me to chuckle.

"Come on in guys. I'm sorry about that. How have you been Char?" He drawled in his light French accent. He grabs my hand, placing his lips against the back of it while looking me in the eye. If I could blush I would have. I've been doing business with Evan for about five months now and I've known he's wanted to sleep with me for just as long. I would go as far as to say Evan played a major key in our bands success and I would be lying if I said the attraction had nothing to do with it. But I would never stoop that low to get what I want.

"We have been great Evan. And you?" I hear Carrie and Leyah snickering at my choice of words.

"I have been well, thank you. But I am much better now that I am in your company." Evan's endless sweet talk causing Darren to openly groan. He and Evan share a heated glare and I know that is my cue to inform Evan that the band needs to head back stage to get ready.

"That guy is such a tool Char. Why do you kiss his ass again?" Darren accuses, trying to upset me. I see right through it.

"Try the other way around Darren. I kiss ass for no one. We keep him around to keep the band relevant." I spoke uninterested, unpacking our instruments.

"Whatever man." Darren thankfully drops it and goes to help me. Leyah didn't need to bring the drum set, one was already provided here. Same goes for Carrie and her keyboard, but Vicky grabs her bass from it's case and I grab my guitar from mine. Soon enough it's time to perform and we are getting ourselves pumped in the wings. The announcer, already on stage, is getting the fans excited for the next act it's helping us out a lot.

"Are you ready for She-Bang!?" He yells into the mic and immediately the fans go crazy. We walk onto the stage and I didn't think they could get any louder, but they did. It was humbling. Everyone took their places on the stage, I walked to the mic.

"Hey guys. We're She-Bang!" The crowd cheers again. "But you already knew that." I said softly into the mic, getting some laughs from the crowd and from Darren and Kyle in the wings. I tilt my head side ways to look behind me at our drummer.

"Leyah. You know what to do." I turned back to the crowd.

Leyah clicked her sticks together loudly in the air. "One! Two! Three! Four!" We performed our covers first to warm up the crowd. We do everything from Beyonce to Paramore and all throughout there was the consistent flash from the same camera in the corner of the club. Normally I would brushed it off because let's face it, people take our picture all the time, but this flash seemed to be brighter than the others here and went off almost every five seconds. I sound like a little bitch, but it was so bright and close, we switched to performing our original songs and it got even harder to focus.

I waited for the camera holder to take a break to look in that direction. When it did I looked over see a tan, Asian man holding the most beautiful high tech camera I've ever seen with a long lens. He was looking through his pictures for a minute before holding his camera to take more pictures until he saw me already looking at him. He immediately put the camera down and continued to make eye contact like a deer caught in the headlights. My attention went from the camera to his face. He was incredibly handsome and I found myself analyzing him like I had to figure him out. His hair was a beautiful jet black. His chestnut eyes were so inviting, his nose was straight and bulb like at the bottom, but his nostrils were small, his heart shaped lips looked thin but seriously supple and on top of that his skin looked so soft and healthy it just screamed "touch me". And boy did I want to.

Wait. What am I saying? We don't have time for romance remember?

I was shocked to find him checking me out as well. How did someone as perfect looking as him find me attractive too? I had curly brown, almost black, hair that flowed in waves to my shoulder blades. I had light brown skin and dark brown eyes. I had a thin waist and my long smooth legs were on display tonight. I wore a black mini dress that came to my mid thigh, a black leather jacket and black combat boots. My band mates wore something similar to our gigs. I was nothing special.

I was surprised to find that I was the one to look away first. I've never been one to be intimidated by a guy. Forget it, focus. I don't think I would have made it through the rest of the set if I hadn't looked away. When we finally finished the set we said our goodbyes to the crowd. "Goodbye everybody! Have a good night and drive safe!" and we were making our way backstage. We congratulated each other on a job well done and packed up. I finished first somehow and made my way out to the club with my guitar on my back. What do we pay those two for?

Most people left while some fans stayed behind in hopes of seeing members of the band up close. I signed a few autographs and took a lot of pictures I said goodbye to our last fan when I noticed him again. He was in the same corner looking at something on his beautiful camera and as if he felt my eyes on him, he looked up at me and our eyes met once again. My immediate response was to look away like I'd been caught doing something wrong.

What the fuck was that Char? We do not get nervous because of boys. They get nervous because of us.

I looked back up to see Camera Man, as I have started calling him in my head, smiling at me. Out of politeness, I smiled back. With the lights being turned up just a smidge, from here, I could see everything better. Camera Man was wearing a simple graphic black t-shirt with some kind of cartoon character on it I didn't quite recognize, a blue flannel and black jeans with all black Nike sneakers. It wasn't exactly club-goer-chic, but I feel the ensemble fit him better than any chain or leather jacket could. After studying him again I realize I have been staring at this man and he has been watching me amused. This just got extremely awkward. I see only two options for me at this point. I could rudely walk out of the club or approach this man and apologize. Or get his number possibly.

What? No. I'm tired. I am not going to hit on this man. I just want to say I'm sorry for creeping him out.

Without my permission, my body begins to move towards his table and his eyes are on me the entire way there. I approach the table and stand in front of Camera Man and wait for words to come out. Thankfully they do.

"Hi." REALLY!? Are you serious?

"Hi." He replies happily, waiting for me to say something else.

"So. You took a lot of pictures before." Oh this just keeps getting better doesn't it?

He looks down at his camera timidly. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry if that distracted you guys too much." He said guiltily

"Not really. It was mostly just your face that distracted me." Whoa. What's gotten into me? That's a bit forward for an apology. Shit, wait. I'm not supposed to be flirting with this guy.

Isn't that why we came over here? My own conscience outing my true intentions.

No we came to apologize, but that went out the window and-- fuck I just missed what he said.

"I'm so sorry. What did you just say?" There. We apologized for something. Mission accomplished.

"Ha ha. I said Thanks." He places his hand on the nape of his neck and rubs nervously. That's more like it Camera Man. Fuck. I should say something else to make him keep talking to me. Not that I want him to or anything.

"Uh. I couldn't stop looking at your camera during the show. What kind is it?" Good one.

As expected he was taken aback by my question. He put that aside to answer my question. "Oh, uh. It's a Canon EOS." The shock slowly making it's way back onto his face.

"Oh, wow. I only have my old Sony Alpha. The life of an up and coming musician doesn't really allow me to buy that kind of stuff you know?" I eye his device a bit more, that's like a $3,000 camera.

"Oh. You like photography?" He asked, stunned.

"Yeah. What's not to love?" I smile getting more comfortable talking about something I'm familiar with and I thought Camera Man was too, until he tried to speak and nothing would come out.

"Uuhhhh. Wow. Sorry, I j--wow. I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to be into that stuff." He says with wide eyes and a shy smile.

"Well. you can always expect the unexpected with us." Really? Expect. The. Unexpected? How old am I really? I try not to physically cringe in front of Camera Man.

"I guess I will." He laughed. Thanking God he played along, I was ready to exchange information with him when I felt pulling on me arm. I turned around to see it was Carrie and the rest of the crew were already on their way out the door.

"Char. Come on! There's this party down the street and they want us to perform ASAP. They'll pay! Let's go, we already got the money from Evan." She says not really giving me a choice and pulling my arms out the door. I try to say goodbye from the door of the club.

"Uh, Goodbye! I guess." I say that last part to myself and I see Camera Man wave and smile at me from his table. Fuck! Camera Man? I never got his name, let alone his number. Not even any social media.

Carrie pulls me into the van as I think to myself. Maybe its for the best.

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Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 16

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You, Past Chanyeol x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5.4k

Description: You should have known things were too calm. You could see a storm cresting your way.

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The rest of the morning went by in a blur. You finished showering faster than you would have liked. What was satisfying was seeing the brightly colored petal on Kyungsoo's collarbone as he dried his hair with a towel. You liked the way it contrasted with his tan skin, and knowing you were the only two who would know it was there. Once he saw the time reality clicked in and the lazy morning was no more. Both of you got dressed and he ate a quick breakfast while you finished getting ready. When you came out he gave you a piece of toast you would have to eat on your way out the door.

After your morning lessons you went back to the apartment to eat and get your practice in before afternoon lessons. You were amused to find Kyungsoo had forgotten his glasses on your nightstand. They had to be important to have considering they helped him see better. You knew he could get along without them, but it would be more of a hassle, and you weren't sure the next time you would see him was. So you came up with a plan. A sort of half-formed, not totally thought out, shadow of a shell of a plan. Really it was deciding to deliver his glasses, but you didn't want that to be your only reason, thus the sort of plan. You were used to winging it. You literally made a living off of it sometimes playing improv at music gigs. Driving the path you remember taking a few weeks ago after taking a last minute stop, you found your way to where Kyungsoo worked. As far as you knew he was there most of the time. Unfortunately you forgot you needed a code to get in the building, and not wanting to spoil the surprise, called the first member to show up in your contact list.

"Hello?" You spoke tentatively when the call connected. "It's Y/N. I don't know if you remem--"

"Of course!" the chipper voice cut in. "What's up?"

"I wanted to surprise Kyungsoo, but I forgot I couldn't get in the building alone. Is it okay if you let me in? Or at least come get what I brought? I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Hey guys, I'll be right back!" he yelled away from the receiver to someone in the background. He replaced the phone next to his ear to talk to you. A door shut on his end. "What kind of surprise?"

"Mostly food, but I didn't forget about you guys either." There was an audible gasp.

"You brought us food? You are seriously the best." An elevator dinged. "Like actually the coolest. I didn't ask by the way you're in the parking deck right?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Awesome. It's like you have psychic powers. We just finished dance practice and I'm starving."

"They're more like snacks, but I'm glad I'm not interrupting your work."

"Free food is free food," he declared. "I'm almost there. Are you at the door?"

"Yup."

"See you in a second." He hung up the call. You waited with two flimsy plastic bags and not a minute later the door swung open. The boy beamed over at you, dark hair sticking to his forehead in damp clumps, sweat still dripping down his temple. A towel was around his neck, but he had yet to change out of his practice clothes because the baggy shirt was practically drenched, finishing off with basketball shorts and sneakers.

"Hey Baekhyun," you smiled back, stepping inside the building. His lanky arms came around you and hugged you tightly.

"I'm so happy to see you again."

"Me or the food?" He chuckled next to your ear.

"Both." Baekhyun pulled away and started leading you back the way he came. "How have you been?"

"Good, thanks. You?"

"Same as ever. Sehun showed us all that video of your concert. That was amazing. I haven't seen a performance like that since I was a kid. I wish I had gone with them." You both climbed on the elevator. He wiped his face with the towel after pressing the correct button.

"Sehun filmed the concert?"

"You didn't know?"

"First I'm hearing of it. Did he film the whole thing?" He nodded. "I should ask him if he can make a copy for me."

"I'm sure he will." You caught his hand trying to open one of the bags you held and yanked them out of his reach. "Aw come on," he whined. "You're about to give them to us soon."

"Then one more minute won't kill you."

"Pretty please?" He stuck out his lower lip and widened his eyes, hands clasped together in front of him. You rolled your eyes.

"That is so not the type of begging that works on me, but you have squishy cheeks," you replied. "It's cute." You poked one side of his face. His pout disappeared, swatting your hand away.

"I'll rub my squishy, sweaty cheeks all over your face," he threatened lamely. You laughed. The sweat didn't bother you to be honest. He had just been dancing for who knows how long; probably the whole morning. That was going to happen. The elevator opened. Like a switch had been flipped Baekhyun straightened and led you down several hallways silently. A few stray employees breezed past you. As long as you kept a respectable distance they acted like you were invisible. Finally you reached the right door and he let you in, closing it after following you.

Eight pairs of eyes flew to look at you. They were all dressed about the same as Baekhyun with minor alterations. A few wore sweats instead of shorts, and some had tank tops or had already cooled enough to put on a hoodie. Jongin and a guy you hadn't met yet wore beanies. Chanyeol startled a little just from not expecting you. One person jumped ten feet in the air because he was in the middle of changing. Jongin fumbled with his shirt, holding it to his chest while his face gradually got redder. You waved and greeted them while walking closer.

"Hey guys, it's good to see you again." Jongdae pushed Jongin's spare shirt in his face and he quickly pulled it over his head.

"Surprise!" Baekhyun cheered, running up behind you. Chanyeol sighed tiredly.

"What did you do this time, Baek?"

"Actually," you cut in. The group gathered around you. Minseok polished off a water bottle. "This was my idea. I thought I would surprise you." You extended one bag out in their general direction.

"Oh," Junmyeon replied and took it from you. "Thank you." A grin stretched his lips when he opened it, voice conveying more excitement. "Wow, this is perfect right now. Thank you." Baekhyun went to him and peeked in the bag.

"What is it? What is it? Whoo!" He pulled out a strawberry popsicle then leapt at you, almost tackling you in a hug. "Thanks babe!" He jokingly pecked your cheek before taking a few steps away and tearing open the packaging. You wiped your face of the spit and/or sweat he left behind. You didn't care to think about it too much. You decided to address the room while more people crowded around Junmyeon.

"I didn't know what you all liked so I just bought a bunch of different kinds of ice cream. Although there's a fudge one in there somewhere for Chanyeol."

"Got it!" Minseok announced and tossed it to the tall boy across the way. Kyungsoo made his way to you.

"Hey," you said in a softer voice, hoping the mild ruckus beside you while eight people argued over which frozen treat they wanted most drowned out your conversation. Producing your original purpose from your pocket, he chuckled. Kyungsoo slid them on his face. "You forgot your glasses this morning. I figured they were important, but I didn't want to come without a better excuse so." You gestured with your head. "Plus they deserve it. You work all the time. I also brought you this." He took the second bag from your hands and looked inside. "Don't lie," you teased and nudged his arm. "You were a little jealous that I cooked my roommate her work lunch." He smiled affectionately after seeing the plastic containers filled with sauteed vegetables, mushrooms, chicken and rice. "It's one of the few things I can cook so it's simple, but--" You were silenced by him pressing his lips to your cheek. He was gone as soon as he came, but the effect was still the same; you shut up. Glancing around, no one seemed to notice, or didn't care. The exchange was so quick you could have fooled yourself into thinking it didn't happen.

"Thank you. I love it." Kyungsoo flashed you another brilliant smile. "I'll enjoy it as soon as I can." He reached a hand out and hooked two fingers in the collar of your shirt, pulling it aside so he could see the fresh mark of color he left on you. His thumb ghosted over the abused skin, smile simmering to a smirk. He stepped closer, mouth inches from yours. "First I think I'll have something sweeter. You know how weak I am to the taste of sugar." You bit your lip. He knew. He knew how it would affect you and he loved that he could frustrate you so easily. He enjoyed knowing you were left wanting him. Kyungsoo glanced at your lips, tongue peeking out to wet his own, then turned and walked over to pick from the last dregs of slowly melting treats Junmyeon dangled from his fingertips like nothing happened. You took a steadying breath before scanning the room. Some of them had collapsed leaning against the mirrored wall with the rest hovering behind Junmyeon in the middle. Sehun caught your gaze and waved you over. Standing in a circle was Sehun, you, Minseok, Jongdae and the person you hadn't recognized. All with their chosen desserts.

"Hey you're not blonde anymore," you observed. Sehun pushed his hair back. You weren't sure if it was close to his natural color, but it had been dyed a dark brown.

"Yeah, but I think I'm gonna go back to a more fun color soon."

"Like what?"

"Maybe pink?"

"That does sound fun. Maybe I'll dye mine too."

"Oh, right. You didn't get to meet Yixing the last time we hung out," he spoke like he almost forgot. The ninth member waved shyly and bowed his head in greeting. The jet black hair falling over his forehead from under his beanie, thick lips and sharp jawline made him look more like a model than a singer. Then again the same argument could be made for all of them.

"It's very nice to meet you," he spoke in a gentle, wispy voice.

"It's a pleasure meeting you too finally," you replied with a kind smile. "I'm Y/N. He said your name was Yixing?" He nodded once. "That's a nice name. So are you a singer or a rapper?"

"Singer."

"And a dope ass dancer," Sehun added.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to dinner last time. They told me what happened. It sounded fun."

"Don't worry about it. You're here now. If I remember correctly I was told you would really love my party story." That made a grin crack his shy mask open, chuckling lowly.

"They told me that, too. I can't believe you set a lawn on fire."

"Not on purpose," you countered. "Do you also play the piano then?"

"Yes, and guitar."

"Nice. You're very talented." He averted his eyes and thanked you. You looked up at Sehun. "Before I forget, Baekhyun said you recorded my concert. Do you mind making me a copy so I can hear it?"

"Sure. Give me some time though. We're really busy this next week."

"No rush. I really appreciate it." He leaned his arm on your shoulder, really rubbing in how tall he was. "You guys didn't get in too much trouble for coming did you?"

"Just a lecture this time. How was your girls night out?"

"Wonderful," you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "We hardly danced before my roommate decided she was done for the night. I think we would've been better off going to dinner with you."

"Well that's obvious. I'm the best company there is. Have you met me? I'm more charming than a prince."

"Maybe we can try again sometime Mr. Humble?" you teased.

"Your boyfriend won't get jealous?" he smiled brightly.

"He can come, too. Kind of like a double date." You watched carefully for his reaction to the suggestion. He blinked rapidly, stammering slightly.

"O-oh? A date? Are you sure she would l-like that?" Just as you thought; Sehun was all bark and no bite. It was perfect. You could already picture the endless banter between the two of them, but since his shyness ultimately would kick in he would go at her pace.

"If that makes you uncomfortable it can just be us."

"Uh no. No of course not. Why would I have a problem with that?"

"How hot is your roommate to get Sehun nervous like this?" Minseok chuckled.

"I'm not nervous," the tall boy snapped. "I just didn't think she was interested in knowing us, that's all. She dragged you out of there pretty quickly."

"That had nothing to do with you," you told him. "She thought you were polite, and she really liked your laugh."

"Sehun? Polite? Did you not talk?" Minseok jabbed again. You ignored him and spoke up before Sehun could say anything back.

"Think about it. Invite others if you want. It was only a suggestion." The oldest member went to your other side and put a hand on your shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, but you only half heard over the stinging where his fingers held you. They were directly over the bruises and his hands were shockingly strong.

"So when are we going to be invited back to your place? You did promise you would cook next time."

"I'll look into it," you answered. You relaxed after his fingers let up, hand resting limp instead. "If you guys can tell me a time that would be best my schedule is flexible."

"I'm really looking forward to it." Taking a step back, both boys let you go.

"I should probably get going."

"Why?" Jongdae piped up, whining. He looked genuinely upset. His lips were stained bright red from the popsicle he was almost finished with. It gave you pause.

"I practice everyday too, you know," you replied.

"Why can't you do it later? We like when you visit us." You cocked your head.

"I...could I guess, but you're at work technically. I shouldn't be here."

"What's going on?" Baekhyun jumped in.

"Y/N wants to leave us," Minseok pouted, much like the younger had before in the elevator. His eyes were even bigger and he batted his eyelashes.

"But you just got here! Stay? Please?"

"I really wanted to invite you to lunch," Jongdae added. Still in that petulant tone. You broke down easily, giggling at the way his voice slid up and down in pitch dramatically when talking. Seeing him so disappointed made you want to get him to smile again. You had to resist the sudden strong urge to comfort him. You failed.

"I'm sorry, Jongdae," you cooed. "I'll stay and eat with you."

"So acting cute doesn't work, but whining like a child does?" Baekhyun asked, slightly annoyed.

"He's not a child," you defended, taking the few steps to stand by Jongdae. You looped your arm through his, hugging to his side. "And he didn't have to act cute. He is cute. Like a cat that needs attention."

"You don't find that extremely annoying?"

"It makes me want to take care of him. Why? Does Baekkie need extra love too?" At your teasing he closed off. It would seem you struck a chord too close to the chest with that one. Turning your attention to Jongdae, his cheeks were dusted pink. "You still want to go to lunch?" He glanced between you and Baekhyun before nodding.

"We can just bring back something from the cafeteria though since you can't stay long."

"Sounds great. Ready to go?" He bit off the last of his frozen treat and hummed his agreement. "Anyone else is free to join us." Kyungsoo strolled over, and you released Jongdae's arm.

"Why not," Sehun shrugged. "Let me get something." He bolted to the wall where a mixed pile of their things were strewn.

"Are you coming?" Kyungsoo didn't answer right away. In one hand was the lunch you made. In the other was a half eaten cone. His tongue dipped inside, using it to scoop ice cream up and into his mouth. You watched as some of the cream got on the corner of his mouth, adams apple bobbing when he swallowed. He wiped away the excess with the pad of his thumb, pushing his lower lip out. He put the digit between his lips and sucked it clean. A person should not look that erotic eating ice cream. It was incredible how a simple look or action from Kyungsoo would have your heart hammering in your chest.

"Y/N?" You whipped around to see Jongin. He had actually come over with Kyungsoo. You shook your head clear so you could focus. Kyungsoo smirked beside you and bit off a big chunk of cone to chew on casually.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said nervously, wringing his hands together. You tilted your head.

"What happened earlier?"

"Uh, y-you walked in and I...I'm sorry. I didn't expect you."

"Oh, you being shirtless?" You scoffed. "Don't apologize for that. It's just your body. Everyone has one. You shouldn't be embarrassed about that."

"Oh...okay," he replied slightly stunned. "I guess I'm used to a different reaction."

"Different how?" He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes and mumbled,

"Fans screaming, I guess. I just wanted to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh," you exhaled. "Well now I feel dumb. I'm sorry for even asking. I forget sometimes. I guess I don't think about it as being a big deal, but not everyone is that way. My roommate always had her anatomy and physiology books around in college, and she still shows me people she's worked on sometimes so it's just...it doesn't matter to me. I mean, good for you that you're fit and all. I'm glad you're healthy, but it's just a torso, you know? I don't understand people who get worked up over it."

"Wait," Sehun cut in. He had returned with a dress shirt over his normal one, but didn't button it. "You forget sometimes? Have you still never looked up any of our songs?"

"Of course I have," you answered. Then added sheepishly, "a few of them."

"Which ones? Did you see the music video?"

"No. Definitely not the music video. I made sure to only see lyric videos."

"So? What did you think?" Most of them were looking at you by then, eager for your opinion. You assumed they only cared because you had been professionally trained in music. They had tons of fans, you were sure, so they knew they were good. You tucked hair behind your ear.

"I only listened to the ones that people said you either composed or wrote yourself. It wasn't a huge spread, but I enjoyed them. Actually, I did listen to two songs not written by you. "What if" and "My Answer". The first one I really only liked for the lyrics. The backtrack was pretty generic synth which is fine since you're a pop group. The other I liked the piano. It was very empty orchestration, but it pulled the focus to your voices and the sentiment behind it which I think made it more emotional. Your voices are all really nice." You smiled bashfully at the various grins that earned. "They all blend together very well, and I'll admit to getting a little emotional while hearing some of the cluster chords you used. I know logically you all told me you're singers, but it still amazed me how beautiful all of you sounded."

"So which was your favorite?" Baekhyun questioned you. You didn't hesitate to answer,

"Oh, 'Promise', by far. The lyrics and the composition were heartwrenching. I actually got chills with Jongdae's high note at the end of the bridge. I'm not even sure if it was falsetto, but you could hear the back space in your voice really clearly which was impressive. I guess your the groups go-to descant guy. If I had to critique something it would be that that run would've been the perfect spot to modulate up a half step." Somewhere in the room you heard someone whisper,

"Told you so."

"You could really feel the love that was put into that song. It had a lot of soul to it, and the way it ended? Amazing. No resolution, strings and piano, that effect that made it sound like the music was being closed off suddenly? I really love that song."

"But you didn't listen to more?"

"I don't..." You started over. "I'd rather stay away from that stuff."

"That stuff?"

"Idol stuff," you elaborated. "I don't want to see your stage personas. It feels wrong somehow. I'm very proud of all of you; you're extremely talented and hard working, and I admire that. It's just, I know you as you and it's weird to see otherwise. If that makes sense."

"I guess," Sehun agreed. The others nodded and mumbled similar things.

"Chanyeol," you called to divert topics. The tall boy looked over at you. "You haven't said much. You're coming to eat with us right?"

"Uh yeah. Sure." You made a sweeping gesture with your arm.

"Lead the way." His returning smile was awkward and forced.

A group of you went down to get food and returned to eat away from the hordes of other employees. Everyone except Minseok formed a circle on the floor. He had disappeared at some point. You were sandwiched between Kyungsoo and Jongdae. You had only gotten a piece of fruit and some instant noodles while the other members got more substantial meals. Spotty conversations picked up to fill the silences between eating. You sifted through your mind for a decent conversation starter while slurping up some over-salted noodles. The main goal being to have a relaxed conversation with Chanyeol at the least. He hardly spoke to you still, and when he did it was awkward and clipped. It was like he was afraid of talking to you. Afraid of saying the wrong thing you would understand, but avoiding you all together was starting to take its toll. Until the night with the misguided kiss he had been fun and bright and joyful. You missed your friend. You missed having that relationship where outsiders could mistake you for siblings because you were so close. Not only in the sense of friendship, but also demeanor. You liked the same things, laughed at the same lame jokes. When you were still kids you even had some of the same mannerisms. You were nostalgic for his company. You wished he still barged in to your apartment to watch a movie like he lived there with you. It was an odd feeling of homesickness. It was difficult to pinpoint why you still craved his attention, but there he was sitting a few feet away and you couldn't help wanting him to close the distance. Even if it was a simple joke or inquiring about your work. You just wanted your friend back. He was one of the only ones you had. One of the few strings that tied you to a world outside of your work. Cut them all and you would be back where you were at the beginning of college, every thought consumed with music in one way or another, isolated and overwhelmed. It wasn't until your first roommate dropped out and you found your current one that you were forced out of your loneliness to experience the world. She pushed you like Chanyeol used to and prevented you from burning out. Those experiences reflected in how you played because you were feeling a wider spectrum of what it was to live, and could convey that to audiences no matter what music it was. It molded you into the person you became. Your friends made you into a better person. Without Chanyeol, even though you were only reunited for a few months before things went south, it felt like something vital had gone missing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on the small of your back. The light touch made you shiver and look up from your food. Kyungsoo held up a piece of chicken pinched in his chopsticks. You opened your mouth without thinking about it, and he fed you the morsel of meat. He smiled gently as you chewed. It was delicious, but considering it was one of three dishes you knew how to cook--therefore had cooked hundreds of times--it had better be decent. Kyungsoo's hand left to pick up the container holding the stir-fry you made and continued eating. The small gesture had your cheeks feeling warmer. Every time you thought you were understanding him better he did something like that. Always without explanation. It was infuriating and wonderful never knowing what he was thinking. Granted that morning he had confirmed thinking something similar about you so after he went back to eating you brushed it off as best you could. Ever since you entered the practice room he had been trying to fluster you. You were certain he was doing it on purpose, and you wouldn't give yourself away too much. If he knew how easily he could wrap you around his finger you didn't want to imagine how much he would tease you. It was bad enough knowing yourself if he wanted to pull you aside and fuck you at work you would probably give in embarrassingly easily. Letting him know that? He would probably pull you aside just to get you to beg then leave. He had a crazy amount of self control. When he did something it was thought out and performed with intent. Pretty much your opposite in that regard. You went with spontaneous gut feelings and took things as they came afterward in a way that made others think you were more assured than you were. Together you were a good balance, challenging eachother to be more.

"Ah shit," Junmyeon exclaimed across the circle, staring at his phone. He glanced your way while typing. "Sorry, Minseok just texted saying the manager wants some of us to see him before going back to practice. Something about the photos tomorrow." He got to his feet and shoved his phone in his pocket. "Baekhyun, Jongin, Jongdae, come on. When we come back the rest of you should go check in just in case so there's no confusion."

"We're never gonna get time to spend with Y/N," Jongdae complained. "It's not fair Kyungsoo can see her whenever he wants."

"I'm sure he sees plenty of her too," Chanyeol grumbled under his breath. You still heard it though, and you swallowed down your irritation. No one else had picked up on his words. The four members who were summoned shoveled in big mouthfuls of food before standing to follow Junmyeon.

"Hey," you called. You caught Jongdae's wrist. Once he looked down at you you let go. "You guys know I'm only a text away right? Unless I have rehearsals or a concert I'm free at night. I'm always more than happy to have you over for movies or something."

"That's very generous," he replied. He was much more serious. "But I was just complaining about now. We couldn't steal you from Kyungsoo like that."

"Steal me?"

"Your time," Baekhyun explained. "We hardly get time alone to date. We don't want to keep you from being together. Why did you think we were so happy to see you today?"

"That's really sweet and thoughtful of you guys."

"Says the woman who just surprised us with ice cream and cooked Kyungsoo lunch," Yixing threw over with a smirk.

"Come on, guys," Junmyeon insisted. Baekhyun gave you a quick, slightly awkward hug, then sprinted across the room, the four boys saying their thanks and farewells. When they were gone the room was much quieter. You looked between Chanyeol and Sehun.

"So that's why I haven't seen much of you guys?"

"And we stay busy," the youngest provided. "Why do you think I dragged Chanyeol to your concert with us? You should just come eat lunch with us every day."

"I don't know about that," you laughed nervously. Chanyeol was sulking, eyebrows furrowed, refusing to look at you. "I'm usually working and I'm obviously just getting in the way now."

"How?" Yixing questioned, mouth half full.

"Well, because..."

"It would really lift our spirits," Sehun told you.

"Your schedules are almost always erratic," you refused. "And I'm sure you don't need me to distract you."

"Baekhyun feels the same way, I know it. I think he actually listens to you. And Jongin's finally talking to your face."

"Leave her alone, Sehun," Chanyeol cut in dryly. Your gaze darted to the tall rapper. He was annoyed. Well, he had been the entire time you ate, but now he was speaking up. He picked at his last crumbs of food, glaring at his plate. "If she said no then the answer is no. She has a life outside of us."

"Not much of one," you joked. "But thanks for understanding." His response was a short hum. Only enough to acknowledge he heard you. "Chanyeol, are you...are you okay? You've been acting weird since I got here." His hand curled into a fist then opened again, words clipped when answering,

"Fine. Don't worry about me."

"But you are worrying me. Did something happen?"

"Like you actually care," he spat. You felt his words like a slap across the face. He shoved his empty plate to the side where they decided to make a trash pile to pick up later, the bag that had ice cream in it their receptacle.

"Of course I care, Chanyeol. I hate seeing people upset. Especially when those people are my friends. I'm just trying to find a way to help--"

"Well stop it," he seethed. Chanyeol sounded huskier. His voice trembled in his throat. You knew that tone. He was either about to explode in anger or break down in tears. Funny how often those two emotions went together. He got to his feet, and you noticed his hands were shaking as well. His eyes met yours only for a second, but it was long enough to see the pain lying there; the flaring embers. You prepared yourself for his outlash, knowing when he got worked up his ferocity brought forward a darker side to the typically gentle giant. You would let him yell at you until he had drawn all the poison from inside him out. He normally bottled his anger, and when he was clearing his system he would spew venomous words until he burned himself out. Usually there's a grain of truth, but when he snaps he can't seem to control his tongue and small annoyances pile into monumental wrongs. Hiding his expression beneath his bangs, he gestured violently to add emphasis to his raised voice. "And for fucks sake you're not even trying to be subtle, Soo. Get a room if you can't keep your hands off her for one goddamn minute. I'm sick of watching you drool over her every fucking time you see her. We get it. Go fuck her in your own time."

"Whoa there," Sehun tried to calm. It didn't work. Chanyeol got louder, preventing Sehun from speaking anymore.

"No! I'm done with it! I'm done with this! I'm going back to work!" He turned on his heels. You panicked. You couldn't just let him go stew in his anger alone. There was more bothering him, but you felt helpless to do more than call after him. He yanked the door to the room open and threw a hateful, "stay the fuck away from me," over his shoulder.

Then he was gone.

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some-rfa-imagines · 6 years

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hii!!!! can i please request an angsty hc with rfa and their reaction to where the bomb in rika's apartment actually goes off cuz some burglar tries to break in and they only found out about it thru ur goodbye messages in the chatroom before u die?? thx thx and hope youre having a night day or night!! :D

yikes apparently you want to see me cry, okay i see how it is lolol

lets do this;;;;

p.s this is v long (rest under the cut) and anything [in square brackets] is a text.

NOTE: OMG IM SO SORRY YOU ASKED FOR HDC BUT I MADE A SCENARIO INSTEAD IM AWFUL PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU’D LIKE THIS CHANGED INTO HDCS I FEEL TERRIBLE.

tw: bomb, guns, death.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

It was cold. The clock had just hit 2:30 am. The faint sounds of the city filled the silence of the apartment. You sat at your desk, polishing up some minor details for the party. Only a few more days until you got to meet everyone and you were incredibly excited. While you were still concerned about the bomb and the hacker, you trusted Seven and V to deal with it - and if they couldn’t do it, Jumin was incredibly reliable. So you put your worries to rest and all of your efforts went into the RFA party.

Besides, if anything did go wrong (which you doubted would happen) you had a will and letters to go to all of your loved ones, both of which were safely kept in your own home. But everything would be fine anyway, so they really weren’t necessary.

You quickly emailed the rest of the details to Jaehee, answered some guests and bid goodnight to Yoosung who was complaining about LOLOL server maintenance. Shutting your laptop, you stood up to brush your teeth and prepare for bed. Eventually, you turned off the lights and crawled under the warm covers, listening to the bustling city with excitement as you drifted off.

Something isn’t right.

The red LEDs of your alarm clock read 4:41 am as you startled awake. It’s too cold. Slipping out of your bed, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and unlocked it, opening the RFA chat. No one’s online.

[Guys, something’s off.]

You had just hit send when a voice rang out.

“A stranger has been located.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Scared for your life, you frantically texted the chat, your thoughts as chaotic as your messages.

[SVENE]

[HLEP]

[ETHERES SOMETHING HRRIBLY WRONOG]

[SOEMONES HERW]

“Sensed location of stranger… adjusting target…”

[THE SYSDYEMS BEEN AC TIVATESD]

You desperately tried to phone Seven- anyone. No one was picking up. Your chest heaved. I can’t breathe. Panic spread like wildfire and you sprinted out of your room to try and escape the apartment-

Your heart stopped beating and your feet froze in fear. A shining, silver barrel was pointed straight at your heart.

It’s freezing.

“Don’t. Move. A muscle.” Whoever was behind responsible for breaking into your apartment, well, he clearly had a death wish. “What is that?!”

“Backing up all information… After the back up is complete, the bomb will be activated. 20 seconds backup remaining.”

“What is going on?!” He screamed, lowering his gun for just a second. He had a weak point, in your range. You had to make a decision; would you let him steal not only the information but your life or would you save something?

…I can’t let him get his hands on that information.

“15 seconds backup remaining…”

You took your chance. Adrenaline rushed through you as you hit the gun out of his hand. “Wh- HEY!” You punched his side with all your strength. Then, bringing your knee up, you kicked him in the groin as hard as you could, sending him crumpling to the floor. “You bitch!”

No one will come.

“10 seconds backup remaining…”

You lunged for the abandoned gun, your fingers, slick with sweat, failing to pick it up. “Oh no, you don’t!” The intruder seized your ankle, pulling you down to the floor. You yelped in shock.

“Let me go!” I’m scared.

“5 seconds backup remaining…”

Your tears overflowed as he began to stand. With the remainder of your energy, you kicked him off you, finally picking up the gun. Pushing yourself off the floor, you rushed into your room, slamming the door behind you.

I can’t think straight.

“Backup complete. Relocating target.”

You fumbled with your phone, texting whoever you could. Your family, your friends, and of course, the RFA. Three simple words; usually said to fiances, parents or children. Never in your life would you have believed they’d be said in this circumstance - especially not by you.

“Bomb will detonate in T minus 5…”

Outside your room, you heard the robber curse. Your heartbeat crushed your chest and your tears streamed down your face.

The information is safe. Ĭ̶̗ ̴̢͌͂ä̶͖́m̷̠͒ ̶̜͠g̴̛̜̯̐̓ồ̷̱̽i̶̯̤̮͐n̵̬̝̑g̸̦̺̈̂͂ ̷̘͈̻̒̅̉t̴̛͔̖̣͆̆ọ̵͝ ̸̘̆̿d̴̺͗͜i̶̖͐e̶̬͇̦͑.

“4…”

Your lungs were on fire.

I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you. E̵͈̒̃̾v̸͎̗̠̍̓̉e̵̡͖͗r̵͍̗̼͝͝y̷̜͓͍͗͌̒t̵̙̪͕͝h̸̥͆͜͝i̵͕̱͚͊̃͂n̸̜͈̥̏g̸̮͐̐̿'̸̛̰̖͎͌̽s̶̪̦̉̋ ̶̯̋̔ẉ̷̦͌r̷̦̜̉o̴̼̔̚n̸̝̒͌ǵ̴̖͇͌.

“3…”

Your head was light.

Please don’t blame yourselves.I̵͉̹̎̀ ̷͓̈́a̸̢͎͒m̴̭̋̏ ̷̤͕̾̓̅s̷͚͔͚̔ǫ̷̖͖̎͆̇ ̷̼̂â̷̘̜̝̎l̸̦̦͚̉o̸͔̒̅n̸͇̑̔̃e̴͚̒͋.

“2…”

You braced for impact.

I love you all. I̵̥͙̺̓̉t̶͓̣͒͠'̷̥͐̃͒s̷͙̺̉̂ ̵̩͔̀̌͋s̷̨̲̙̃o̵̧̗̗͛ ̵͒͜c̵͓̥̍ỏ̵͙͓̪͂̉l̸͎̖̱̾͝d̵̡͇̉.

“1…”

Thank you for everything. H̵͍̙͉͐e̴͉͖̔̔͂l̵̬̥̰͐̚p̴͔̣̓̎͆ ̶̨̍̐̈́m̶̙̤͕͊̍̋e̷̡̪̺͐̂.̸̱̟̈́̓

“Detonating.”

You screamed.

They didn’t learn about it until the morning. The whole country knew. Soon, the whole world.

The apartment building had exploded in a fiery haze, collapsing one half of the building into the inferno. It was attended by every fire station in the city. There were four dead, twelve injured and two in critical condition, at that moment. The source of the blast was floor fourteen. Your apartment. That’s what they knew. That’s what was reported by every news broadcaster in the city.

You were dead.

That’s what they knew.

Seven found out first. The alarms rang out during the countdowns. His fingers flew across the keys at a speed he didn’t know he could reach. It was too late. The continuous clicking came to an abrupt halt. He wasn’t fast enough. His heart pounded in his ears and he felt faint. His mouth was dry. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Pain welled up in his throat and tears drenched his skin. Seven couldn’t do anything. He had made that bomb. He wasn’t skilled enough to turn it off. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save- he couldn’t- he- save- you…

V was there. Seven had called him as the first countdown began. V, in the area at the time, rushed there only to arrive and watch everything collapse. He watched the fire erupt from the rubble, felt the heat on his entire body. He suffered the shockwave in his chest. The blaze of failure rivalled that of the flames before him. His heart clenched. He had failed yet another person he held dear. V froze in front of the mayhem.

The police asked him many questions; Where was he before the explosion? Did he know how it happened? Did he know anyone in the building? Did he live there? Did he have anywhere to go, anyone to call? V let them check his emergency contacts. Jumin was called.

Jumin arrived on the scene not even twenty minutes later to pick up V. He stepped out of the car, emotionless. The police filled him in. There was no body to be found, however, earwitnesses had overheard a scuffle and shouting moments prior, indicating there was someone else in the apartment. That’s what they knew. Jumin couldn’t feel anything. He comforted V regardless of the growing ache in his chest. He stepped to the side to call Jaehee. He could only manage the address and the words: “It’s MC, come immediately.” In too much shock, Jumin only found himself hugging V tighter.

She pulled up very soon after. “Mr Han…” She didn’t even have to ask. The flames had subsided and were replaced by a heavy sorrow hung which in the air. The sun peaked over the buildings, covered substantially by smoke. Above that, the pink sky glittered with the last remaining stars. Jaehee glanced up. She didn’t know what came over her but she found herself scowling at the sky. You’d loved it. You’d loved the feeling of freedom it gave. You’d loved the colours, how they spread across the sky as though it was a canvas and the sun was the artist. Now it glimmered with a hope that she didn’t know if she would ever get to experience again. Jaehee shook her head and looked back down. She had to make you proud. She had so much work to do.

Zen overheard it only after he’d left his house. It was in shop TVs, the people in the park were whispering about it, even his fellow actors. People he passed gave him pitiful looks and he hated it. Zen couldn’t bear to log into the messenger. He didn’t want to know that he could’ve helped you; that he could’ve made sure you weren’t alone. He didn’t want to think about it. It was too quiet during his rehearsals. His director sent him home early. As he rode home, the wind tore at his jacket and tugged on his hair. It was too cold. Yoosung called him soon after he made it home, in hysterics. Zen agreed to meet up.

They met at Yoosung’s place. Zen knew Yoosung wouldn’t be able to go anywhere else. He was distraught. His tears stained through his shirt. His friends were telling the school that he wouldn’t be in. Yoosung felt so, so, so very alone. You two were close for the fleeting moments you knew each other. First Rika, now you? His heart couldn’t take it. His mind was racing. Was it him? Was he a bad-luck charm? Was it his fault? Why did you have to leave him? Why now? Why? Why?! His thoughts cluttered, his emotions in pandemonium. He could do nothing but cry and hold onto Zen. Yoosung didn’t want to be alone. You made him feel less lonely.

You made them all feel cherished. Feel wanted, feel heard, feel loved. But you were gone.

That’s what they knew.

Whoo boy did i make myself sad or what

I promise I’ll write more. And I’m not just saying that this time. I promise.

anyway, hope this is what you want! Just tell me if you’re unsatisfied and ill rewrite!

bye bye! *poof*

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hotcocoandmarshmallows · 6 years

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The Thing pt 4, Kath is Amazing

Kathrine loved hanging out with the boys. They were funny, didn’t bother her too often when she was working, and for the most part were great fun.

One week Kath came over every single day simply because Jack and Spot were cooking and the combination was going to be the best food ever.

Blink had gotten Spot’s cold, and had taken the couch and surrounding area for himself (Mush was the only one allowed withen 3 feet of the couch). This was a common thing in the apartment. So Kathrine took the cushy armchair and started typing away.

At around 6 Spot got back from his job as a mechanic and started dinner. The smells coming from the kitchen were heavenly. Jack peeked his head out of his lair, then was in the Living Room in a flash because it was the best place to smell the food without being in Spot’s way.

Race was the most enthusiastic about his boyfriend cooking. He got off work a 6:30, so he came in like a tornado at 6:41 and sat himself in the kitchen doorway, drinking in the great smells.

Of course Jack decided it was too quiet and put on ‘Just like Praying’ and started dancing. Kath looked up, raising a eyebrow. Jack had started dancing, singing along in perfect Spanish.

That was when David walked in and saw his boyfriend dancing and singing. He was frozen in the doorway until Jack dragged him to the center of the living room to dance.

Once it finished, Shiny came on. Jack dragged David and Kath into dancing this time. Race joined too. Spot sang along from the kitchen.

Blink tried to, but his nose was clogged so it sounded like Christian Bale was singing.

The next song was Why Should I Worry, and Jack smiled like like a hyena.

“One minute I'm in Central Park Then I'm down on Delancey Street From the Bow'ry to St. Marks There's a syncopated beatWhoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetwise, I can improvise Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo I'm streetsmart, I've got New York City heartWhy should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime But I got street savoire faireWhy should I worry? Why should I care? It's just bebopulation And I got street saviore faire The rhythm of the city

But once you get it down

Then you can own this town You can wear the crownWhy should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime But I got street savoire faireWhy should I worry? Why should I care? It's just bebopulation And I got street saviore faireEv'rything goes Ev'rything fits They love me at the Chelsea They adore me at the Ritz

Why should I worry? Why should I care? And even when I cross that line I got street savoire faire.”

The song ended, Kath, Spot and David dissolving in laughter as Jack, Race and Mush finished the song very flamboyantly.

“Soups on!” Spot called from the kitchen about a hour later, setting dinner on the table. Before Kathrine could even get a look at what it was the boys had all descended on it and it was cut into bits for everyone. Kath didn’t ask what it had been, she just took her piece and ate it with relish because this was amazing.

“Spot, your cooking is amazing.” Race said, kissing his now wildly blushing boyfriend on the cheek. Spot spluttered, his face beet red.

Kath smirked. “Get a room you two!”

Mush wandered in then, confused as to what was going on and why Spot was bright red. “What’d I miss?”

Blink pointed to the kitchen, before making room for Mush on the couch and going back to his food.

Jack, while no one had been looking at the TV, pulled up Netflix and put on a movie. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, which everyone admitted wasn’t quite as good as the first one. The first one was a very high bar though.

They ended up having a great time, and when Kathrine left the apartment at 10:00 pm, the boys were all fast asleep.

#jack can sing #javid #sprace #blush newsies #kathrine plumber pulitzer

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Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies By BlackingPacking

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies

By BlackingPacking

Submitted: July 10, 2020 Updated: July 10, 2020

Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy want to buy some weed for the first time. They end up joining the ever-growing ranks of thotty teen snowbunny party freaks. A bit of subversion of expectations

Provided by Hentai Foundry.

Chapter 1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 2

1 - Aaron Davis, Part one

Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson were, among other things, very different types of rebellious.

Gwen was edgier, tomboyish, borderline violent with how her sense of humor was. The tomboy aspect was helped by her disappointingly small bust. She couldn’t even reach a C cup.

Mary Jane, on the other hand, was quirkier, more nerdy, would more likely win an argument with a teacher than just annoy one. And her bust was a spot she excelled at. Or two spots.

Both, though, did plenty of similar things, even together. Sex was one of their favorites, with plenty of steamy lesbian moments, with sloppy wet kissing, pussy licking, and ass eating shared between the two of them. Not to mention complaining about Peter Parker’s tiny little peter. One of their favorite memories was when MJ was on her last break with Peter when they both went to a party in the sluttiest clothes they wore. MJ knew Peter would be there, and wore a leather corset and dyed her hair black just to freak him out. She and Gwen had some damn good phone sex after that. They spent hours on the phone almost every night, without either’s family knowing, having the kinkiest phone sex their FBI agents could imagine. This being before they’d graduated to full on hot lesbian fucking.

Something they’ve only done once, however, was smoke a joint. Gwen got it from a party, hid it from her father, and let Mary Jane share in enjoying the small amount of actual mary jane. They’d enjoyed it, but that was weeks ago. They wanted more.

And what better way, thought MJ, than getting it herself? That’d show Gwen for always saying she was the cooler one.

She wouldn’t even go to the school’s dealer, Hobie Brown. They needed a guy who could get them whatever they wanted- weed, high nick vapes, fake IDs, whatever. She’d get the good stuff from the guy who every kid in midtown was told to stay away from on their walk home, the guy Hobie wanted to be.

Aaron Davis, garbed in a purple t-shirt under his leather jacket, smoked a vape in an alleyway. Nothing illegal, and he never got high on his own supply. He never even kept his product in the same place day to day. It was how he made himself the biggest dealer left in Midtown. He was smart, far smarter than most. And he wasn’t even 25 yet. The guy was going places.

As for Mary Jane, she liked his confidence already. He stood there with swagger, looking more impressive than 90% of the students at Midtown, easily. He was a few inches taller than her, and almost half a foot taller than Gwen, but carried himself like he was far, far above them. They liked that.

Best of all, they’d heard rumors that Aaron accepted sex as a payment. And sex was Gwen and MJ’s favorite thing.

It certainly helped that he was black. Everyone knew what that meant, of course, and it’d be a welcome

change after only having sex with all 3 inches of Peter Parker.

MJ had a whole pervy little plan concocted. She had managed to arrange a meeting with Aaron through Hobie, set at 2:55, right after school let out. Gwen was told, though, that she should meet behind the apartment flats the students were all told to stay away from at 3:30. MJ had her stuff ready during last period, and nobody cared that she brought her backpack to class.

Nobody but Peter, of course.

“Hey, MJ,” he asked after the 2:50 bell rung.

“What is it, Peter?” she asked, annoyed after spending a full 45 minutes horny beyond belief. It was a struggle for the redhead not to finger her pussy through her jeans.

“Ah, nothing MJ. You just looked uncomfortable all class- plus you had your backpack today. In a hurry for something?” He acted so fucking cocky. As much as MJ told herself that she was a size queen who only deserved the biggest, hottest cocks, she had to admit that Peter was cute. He had that whole ‘hot nerd’ thing he was growing into since he lost the glasses, got a whole lot fitter, and had a confidence boost. She actually got wetter. She hoped the over-observant bastard didn’t notice how the wet spot in her panties felt like it was soaking into her jeans.

“Yeah- I’m, uh, not feeling great now Peter. I’ll talk later if I can though!” She walked faster.

“Oh. Alright. I’ll, uh, call you?” He called, stopping as she sped off.

“Don’t bother!” she yelled.

By 2:55, she was at the location. Her tight maroon and white t-shirt showed off her round tits perfectly, and her jeans showed off her ass like nothing else she owned. They were bell-bottoms, something that hadn’t been in style for 40 years, but she knew the curviness made her butt pop just that much more.

And then, there he was. The purple garbed tall black man, standing behind the old apartments across the street. They were home to single mothers and school kids, none of whom would be home now. MJ wondered how many he had fucked.

She knew the stereotypes of course. White man, small dick, but black man? Big dick. She new her mom had joked to May Parker about how MJ’s abusive asshole of a dad was just insecure about his ugly little pecker. She’d even heard him say the N word a few times. How the hell a beauty queen like MJ came from a guy who, from what she heard, had hairy little marbles for balls was a mystery to her.

But Aaron Davis? Not only would he not have to be too impressive to dwarf Peter and Mr. Watson, but he still looked like he’d be impressive against anyone. He looked good without trying too hard, he could model if he didn’t have such rough features, especially under that tight t-shirt.

The definition of big dick energy. And that didn’t even count the bulge in his jeans.

“Hey there,” MJ breathed, looking around the corner to see no one followed her. Her heart felt like it

was in her throat. She was gonna fuck thi 20-something year old dude. She didn’t know how or where or in which of her eager teen holes, but she know she would.”

“Yo- MJ, right?”

She nodded, “do you- have the stuff?”

“The stuff?” He cracked up, “yeah kid, I do. But how do you know you’re not a cop?”

MJ stopped. “A-a cop?”

“Yeah. Ya gotta admit it’s fishy. High school bitch, askin for weed when she coulda just gone to my boy Hobie? What are you, little girl, freshman, sophomore? 14 or 15? I’m down to get some head, but not to do anything illegal. Well, that kinda illegal.” He chuckled.

“I’m a senior, thank you! A-and look, here’s me student ID,” she flashes her wallet, showing the card and her under-21 drivers liscense. “That's enough?”

He chuckled again. “Yeah bitch, it’s good. But, I saw you got some good money in that wallet. You ain’t just gonna by my shit like a normal thottie?”

“I’m,” she walked up to him. Shakily she laid her fingers on his chest, “thottier than most, you might say.”

“Oh? You’re lookin nervous babe. Ever done this?” He lifted his fat bulge.

“I-I-I’m not a virgin! I know what to do.”

“But you’ve never sucked off a nigga in an back alley, have ya?”

A back alley? He wanted it here?!

The dirtiest she’d ever done was blow Flash Thompson in his bathroom while his girlfriend was outside. And even then, Flash Thompson, while better than most at 6 or 7 inches, definitely did not compare to the thing that stretched Aaron’s pants. “N-no...” she admitted.

“It’s ok girl,” he hummed. She looked up at him. Those tight round tits of hers nearly brushed against his chest, “I’ll show you the ropes.”

Suddenly, with a thud, she felt a large object slap against her stomach. She looked down and saw it- a long, fat cock.

“You can squat down right? Show me how low you can go.”

She obeyed with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. With her ass out lots more than it needed to be, she squatted down to take his cock in her mouth. It was bigger than her face, with a thick width and thick foreskin and a nice, fat head. It’d be hard to take down.

“Eat my ass, Peter,” she whispered as she held this big beautiful dick.

“‘Scuse me?” He asked.

“Oh,” MJ looked up. She was drooling. “Peters my, well, Gwen, the girl who’s coming later, Uh, our ex. He’s about this big.” She pinches her fingers together.

Aaron just burst out laughing, “Ah, don’t make me laugh!” Despite the obvious.

“It’s true!” she laughed too though. This big cock stared her right in the face. A real man’s cock. What the fuck was Peter gonna do about it, huh? Mary Jane had some reservations before, but as she opened her mouth all wide and breathy and nasty, she realized just how right it felt to suck on a cock this big. That’s what was really important. That a guy’s cock was big. It was a size game, and only the biggest, fattest, pants-tearingest cocks deserved to win. If Aaron took this cock away, MJ would probably curl up on the ground and cry.

Aaron rolled his eyes, “Whatever, bitch. Just keep goin with that jb-bj.”

“JB?” asked MJ as she popped her jaw each way to get ready to suck off that dick.

“Jailbait.” he whispered as she slid her tonguey mouth right down his veiny cock, “And whoo damn is it worth it”

“Mmmmgh!” said MJ happily as he started fucking his throat. Of course she was worth it- she was this close to a modelling contract, after all. She never wanted to be an airhead or some haughty bitch, but goddamn if that didn’t seem fun. Maybe if she’d joined the cheerleading squad she’d get black dick like this more often. Sally Avril probably got her ass raw dogged to nirvana. Cummed in too.

With Peter, MJ had been used to counting the seconds until he came. With Aaron, it was minutes. But just minutes. He wasn’t going at it subtly, roughly fucking the back of her throat so she drooled and spat over his hairy crotch and thick, muscled legs. He didn’t care about her pleasure, but not because he didn’t know how. Just because he didn’t want to. She was, along with being a customer who was probably being way overcharged, a cumdump to him. But little else. And he made it work, dammit.

He shot thick cum into her stomach. She’d heard it called ‘baby batter’ before, but now she understood this. As his balls tightened up and his truly manly cock got even veinier, she could feel how much batter-like man milk he was dumping in her. She could barely close her mouth with it all in, after he stopped.

Baby batter. In the back of her mind, she was thankful he didn’t just shoot that up her pussy or she’d have some serious explaining to do.

On the other hand, she really wanted to get fucked. Fucked hard. Fucked right in the pussy by this cocky, misogynistic, drug dealing black thug. With his big fucking cock. Because fuck what she needed, she’d be getting what she wanted.

“Mmm-mmmmm!” she said, biting her lip as she sat down on the filthy alley ground, legs spread, and started shaking. She kept moaning like that until her jeans were totally soaked. She’d cum from barely even touching him. Barely even being touched.

“You bitches are weird, you know that?”

“I- I’m sorry, but I don’t care,” MJ stood up and began stripping, “Wanna fuck?”

“Ah shit, girl- right here?”

“M-hmm. C’mon, I’m so fucking horny,” she just threw her underwear down with her clothes.

“Didn’t you just cum?”

“Yeah- and I said I was fucking horny!” MJ’s mind told her to stop, that rawdogging this dude in this alley was a horrible choice, no matter how big he was or how wet she had gotten, but those voices quieted as she orgasmed. They’d probably go away with the next. “So, how do you want it? Face to face, or me bent over?”

“Shit, you white bitches are all the same,” he said as he licked his lips. Aaron surely had no second thoughts.

But it seemed not all those voices came from inside her head.

No, one came from a thotty blonde genius who liked knives a little too much, who was walking right up to them.

“MJ- what the fuck?”

Oh shit- Gwen!

#bbc #story #interracial

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