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lovebugism · 5 months
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hey honey can i request a shy!reader x grumpy!eddie , maybe they’re pumpkin picking with friends & something angsty ensues but then fluffy & after they all go eat at the diner and get spooky themed orders 🤭
thanks for requesting lovie! — eddie gets grumpy on a fall outing with the gang (shy!reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, 1.3k)
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Eddie’s a big ol’ grump at Eugene’s Pumpkin Patch, but he’s being really brave about it. He follows you like a puppy, visibly unamused about the whole thing but trying hard to be a good boyfriend despite his woe.
“Ah! Look at this one!” you gasp at the sight of a pumpkin, in a sea of bright orange pumpkins. 
Swallowed whole by your sweater, you crouch in the tall grass and reach for the tiny round thing hidden in it. The runt pumpkin sits neatly in your palms. “It’s so wittle,” you singsong up at Eddie in a tiny, high-pitched voice.
He smiles despite himself, laughing even though he’s grumpy, ‘cause you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
“I’m gonna get this one,” you announce affirmatively when you rise to full height again.
“You made me drive an hour out just to get the tiniest pumpkin they have?” Eddie asks, laughing still but with a subtle bite of annoyance.
You try to ignore it, though the weight of his aggravation makes you writhe. “But it’s cute…” you defend with a weak shrug. “And also, you have to get one, remember?”
You take a tentative step towards Eddie, standing chest to chest. He huffs and puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. His chocolate eyes flit around the expansive farm, dull and unimpressed. “They all look the same, so… I don’t think it really matters.”
“It does matter!” you insist, girlish and quiet and stubborn. “You have to pick the one you like the most— that’s the whole point!”
“You’re telling me there’s an art to pumpkin picking?” the boy teases with a crooked grin, tilting his head to the side so his curls bunch at his shoulder.
Still clutching the tiniest pumpkin either of you have ever seen, you nod. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
He scoffs again in a curt laugh. He looks around again, only to point to the one sitting by his feet.
“Alright… How about that one?”
“Eddie!”
“What?” he whines in the same pouty tone as you.
“Can you at least pretend you’re having fun?” you murmur, a bit sad you have to even ask. 
You always spiral when he gets weird, secretly terrified that it’s all your fault. He doesn’t talk, so you overthink. Your brain gets mean, and you need Eddie to make you feel better — but he can’t because he’s weird. It’s unbearable. For both of you.
“It’s cold and rainy and Steve’s pants gave me a headache on the way over and I don’t feel good, okay? I’m sorry,” Eddie rambles with a pout, looking visibly pained about all of it.
Any excitement you had left leaves you like an ebbing tide. “Okay,” you mutter with a soft nod.
“I’m gonna go smoke,” the boy announces. 
He smacks a fleeting kiss to your cheek before he goes but doesn’t bother to invite you to come with him. He doesn’t feel very deserving of your company right now, too selfish in his woe and painfully self-aware about it.
You stand in place while he walks back to the van, feeling utterly alone and unwanted.
“Where’d Eddie go?” Steve wonders when he walks up to you with Robin at his side. 
They carry two pumpkins each, struggling with each of them because they’ve somehow managed to find the biggest ones on the whole farm. You figure they made a bet about it because everything’s a competition with them.
“Um… to smoke, I think,” you answer shyly, embarrassed to have been found alone for a reason you can’t name. “He just kinda… left.”
Robin scoffs. “I think he’s on his period,” she jokes with a gritty laugh.
“Yeah. He said my pants looked stupid before we left. I knew something was up.”
The brunette girl side-eyes the boy beside her. “I think he might’ve been right about that one, Stevie.”
You make a quiet exit when they begin to bicker back and forth. You duck through the bustling pumpkin patch and try not to trip in the tall grass on your way to Eddie’s van. 
Your boots crunch over the gravel of the parking lot. You find him leaning against the trunk, blowing out smoke from his pink mouth, slouching like he’s weighed down by his own sadness. 
“You okay, Eds?” you ask to announce your arrival. 
His eyes widen when he realizes you’re there. He’d pretend to be fine if it didn’t take all the energy he had left. “No,” he answers honestly, then quickly corrects, “I mean— I am, but… I feel bad. I was acting like a dick…”
“Yeah,” you concur with a nod. “You were.”
He’s too shocked to hide it on his face. You’re never normally so confrontational. You’re usually too quiet for that, too soft. And you still are now, because you always are, but he feels like he deserves to see this sterner side of you.
“But it’s okay. I know you didn’t wanna come in the first place.”
He turns on his shoulder when you stand at his side, towering over you as he flicks the butt of his cigarette. “Yeah, but… I didn’t have to be such an asshole to you about it. I feel like I fuckin’ ruined this whole day, you know?”
“We all have our moments, Eds. It’s no big deal,” you assure with a weak shrug and a stronger smile. “We still have the whole afternoon left— you didn’t ruin anything. Doesn’t make me love you any less, either.”
Your words make him grin. Like, really grin — all wide and rosy and boyish. You make him smile like nothing’s ever hurt him. Like nothing’s ever been wrong in his life. Fuck, he’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.
“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he mumbles but doesn’t give you a chance to answer. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with his sneaker right before kissing you absolutely stupid.
He wraps his arms around your neck, smothering your face with his. No one’s ever been kissed as hard as he’s kissing you now. The realization makes you smile too wide to kiss him back.
He pulls away from you with a hearty smack. With pinker lips and chocolate eyes, he grins hopefully down at you. “So you’re not mad at me?” he wonders, gentle like a child.
“Yes,” you nod, playfully firm. “I’m very mad, actually.”
Eddie’s smile widens. He knows you’re joking and decides to lean into it. “What can I do then, huh?” he murmurs lowly to you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “How can I make it up to you?”
He wants to kiss you again. He wants to get you in the back of his van in a vacant parking lot. He wants you to tell him to make you feel good and not to stop until you’re pushing him away.
You know all of this, ‘cause you can practically read his mind, so you decide to drive him crazier. “I want you…” you start in the same low tone, bordering on sultry. 
Eddie’s already nodding. 
You smile and continue. 
“…To go pick your most favorite pumpkin in the whole patch, and then take me to Benny’s Burgers.”
Feeling slightly disappointed and utterly teased, Eddie searches the entire patch and finds the weirdest-shaped, wartiest pumpkin the earth has ever grown. He drives the gang to the diner after and sits you in his lap when all of you squeeze into one booth. 
He shares his milkshake with you and lets you have the pickle slice that comes with his burger when you ask for it (‘cause everyone knows it’s the best part). It’s the purest form of love, if he has anything to say about it.
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harusaki-hugo · 2 months
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Hello! I just saw your requests open i wanted to ask how would yandere: sanzu, hanma, ran and kakucho (separately) react to reader that is also yandere for them if not more? Thank you 💗🫶
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Characters: Sanzu, Hanma, Ran and Kakucho. Genres:Yanderes Note: Ah, yes red flags trio. Kakucho is green flag forever in my heart, shut up. also, i don't know if you want hcs or short story so i make hcs. I might overdo this T-T
Sanzu Haruchiyo:
Sanzu is quite a picky at choosing his lover, he wants, no, he needs someone who similar to mikey. If Mikey his king, you either his queen/monarch or someone he tolerates.
The only reason he dates you at first mostly because of amusement, just some pawn for him to play. He accepts your confession because he thought you are easy to manipulate and he need it to stay out of police ranges because, well, mucho.
And boy he thinks he hit the jackpot because you are the most loyal and dumbest pawn he ever sees, you agree with everything he said, go along with everything he does, hell, you even turn your eyes away from the crimes he does.
At first, he thought that he keeps you around because you are a perfect alibi to use but slowly, he starts falling in love with you. like deeply in love, his amusement turns into obsession, from pawn to his new king/queen/monarch.
He now become extremely loyal to you, he become nicer and touchier, and do everything that you want. He will kill anyone who dare looking at you or has slight interest on you. He already claims you and there's no way he going to let you go.
But he never expects that one day you present him the head of the girl who insult his scars. Smiling proudly as you hold the head, a crazed look on your eyes that rival, no, more than him.
He now realizes that from the start you date him not because you found him interesting, no, you worship him more than he worships you. If he thinks of you as king/queen/monarch, you see him as a god.
You been killing all the people around him without even leaving a single trace or suspicion. You take care of his problem before he even knows about it, you make a shrine of him, you have a room with his pictures, you memorize his schedule, you know where he goes because you already put a chip on the mask he always wears.
Sanzu has mixed feeling about this, but he knows one thing, he f*cking love you.
Hanma Shuji:
For Hanma, you are just some random kid who always stalking him. Following him everywhere he goes and secretly take his picture, he thought that you were some gang informants or something, so he let you follow him around.
He thinks it's cute and adorable that you think he didn't know you follow him, the way you try to hide around the corner or act dumb. It's flattering that someone give him this much attention, and honestly, he starts catching feeling. Just a bit. Okay, like a bit too much.
When you not around following him, Hanma can't help but feel jealous and angry that you not there to pay attention to him. But if you appear again next day, his mood brightens that even kisaki weird out by it.
He became obsesses with you to the point he follows you back home, before you can close the door, he appears behind you and force himself inside your house. Telling you that next time you can just talk to him as he walks in, but his words die on his tongue when he sees that your whole house filled with his pictures.
There is a shrine with his picture and the things he throws away, hell, even the shirt with blood. He then sees that there's wall full of his past enemies that mysteriously disappear after losing a fight with him. All of them are now dead.
Oh, oh~ if he like you before he loves you now. He realizes that you are perfect for him. Someone who worship him to the point that you willing to be his slave. To do everything he order you. Surely you won't mind if he stays here, right? After all, why bother take a picture when you have the real one in front of you~
Haitani Ran:
You are Rindou friend who somehow always following the younger haitani around. Rindou sometime bring you back to home to hang out with, so ran thought that you are his brother side chick or something. Turn out you and Rindou are really good friend, you two meets when you stay at his side when he blacks out from drinking too much and you two just click from there.
Ran don't really care as long you didn't hurt his brother but his opinion on you changes when you buy him favorite Mont Blanc from expensive bakery in Tokyo. "They our friend now, rin." Ran say as he munches on the dessert.
Day by day, Ran start getting interest on you. You like the perfect friend, you know when to come so you didn't disturb his sleep, not making too much noise, buy him food every time you visit. He starts thinking, is this how it feels having a lover? He slowly getting obsesses with how you treat him and start falling in love with you and now he the one follow you around that even Rindou can't hang around with you without Ran sitting in the middle.
Luckily Rindou know that his brother smitten with you, so he uses this chance to leave you with his brother while he goes out drinking. So, like now every time you come to their house, rindou leave you with Ran. This becomes routine, heck, Ran even drag you with him to his room for a nap every time he feels like it, treating you like his personal teddy bear. So, you guys like, dating now? Yup, dating.
"You know, i never told them anything about you." Rindou exclaim one day, "I never told them you name or your sleeping schedule. Thinking back, when we first meet, they know my name already."
So, Ran and Rindou decide to follow you home and break in when you not home because they can. And much to their surprise are that your room are filled with Ran pictures from age 10 to the time they two being send to juvenile detention center and after they get out. There also a list of his enemies and half of them mark red and dead. Ran then realize that you been stalking him ever since he safe you from those bully long time ago, no wonder you look familiar. Usually, he will get creep out with this thing but it's you, the one he obsessed with. If anything, he feels flatter and proud that you love him to this point.
So next day you visit him, he told you how he loves you more now and want to stay with you forever.
Kakucho:
You, Takemichi and him are childhood friend. Well, more like he like you and Takemichi is wingman since he lives near you. Before he got in accident, he plans on telling you his feeling, but he lost contact with you after he is sent to orphanage. He thought that like Takemichi you forgot about him too, so he often stays away from you after finding out that you still live in the same house.
The only reason he finally sees you are because Izana getting annoyed of him disappear every day just to stalk you from far, so taking a lead he kicks Kakucho toward you when you walk down the road. Imagine how happy he is when you call out his name in surprise when you see him, you didn't forget about him even after he got a scar on his face.
Izana who wants the best for his servant allow him to take one month off from Tenjiku so he can spend time with you. And boy, he uses those days off wisely. Catching up with you, taking you out and make sure that he stays close to you, so you won't leave him again.
What make him happier that you confess to him, that you too like him since you two a kid. So now you two dating, and boy, he become more clingier to the point he drags you around even in Tenjiku meeting which Izana kick him.
One day you told him that you have business outside Tokyo, and it take a week for you to return. So Kakucho drag Izana to your house with excuse that someone might break in and that someone is him. He just wants your shirt because he misses you.
Imagine Izana and Kakucho reaction when he sees that your room are filled with pictures of him. Pictures of him and you, torn up pictures of him with what seem like Takemichi, pictures of him at orphanage, pictures of him with Izana. Turn out you been stalking him since forever, you also manage to find the orphanage he in and stalk him there.
Izana found a list of Tenjiku enemies on your wall, half of marked dead and half being torture. If Izana didn't approve you two reaction he is now. Which make Kakucho happy because his king approve his lover.
Next week you come back home, Kakucho greet you happily and told you how proud he is with you and how he loves you.
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lurkingshan · 2 months
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Cherry Magic Episode 5
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Ah yes, the delicious pain of one-sided pining. This was another great episode and yes I would like to wring Achi's neck a little for the mixed signals he is sending our poor beloved and beleaguered Karan.
This episode did such a fantastic job of putting us in the crushing uncertainty of a one-sided love. Karan interprets everything Achi does as either a signal that his affections are returned or a signal that they absolutely are not, and so he swings wildly between elation and devastation minute to minute. And Achi is causing a lot of confusion with the way he seems so happy to be with Karan and know his feelings for him one moment, and then puts up barriers and shies away the next. I would be confused, too, if I were Karan, especially since from his perspective, all he has done is try to get closer to Achi as a friend. He doesn't know Achi can hear his real (simp) desires!
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And Achi did not use the information he has about Karan kindly in this episode. He knew damn well how special it made Karan feel to be part of his morning routine, and he used that against him by bringing in Rock as a buffer, repeating the routine, and undoing that special feeling he had given Karan. It was mean and I’m not happy with him! He knew he was making Karan sad but he just kept doing it. And it's not that Karan thinks Achi likes Rock, it's that he's perceptive enough to know that Achi is intentionally using him to create a barrier between them. That's why he's so sad, it's a clear rejection of the closeness he was trying to build with Achi. Achi needs to get his head together because he can’t keep yanking him around.
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And that's why I love that Karan decides he will not be living with this confusion for a moment longer. He knows his feelings are too far gone to keep holding it in and it's time for some clarity between them. And he had to be the one to do it because Achi would of course keep avoiding the issue, spending time with Karan every day while also pushing him away passive aggressively. Good for you, Karan! I also love that he waited for Achi to get on the boat before he spoke; this will make it easy for him to flee after confessing. My man is a thinker!
In other news this ep, I LOVE THE OFFICE GANG. They're such a sweet group of caring colleagues and that whole sequence with them intervening in Rock and Min's estrangement, especially Pai dropping the hammer, was adorable. I liked that added layer to Rock and Min’s friendship a lot; it was a nice touch of additional pathos for their story and it gave both of them more depth. And of course, the whole group bonding while Karan was left on the outside because of the situation with Achi just made all of his pain feel more poignant. This show is so smart about the way it's building out all these relationships.
I also continue to be impressed with the way the Thai adaptation uses the mind reading for added humor. Karan singing off key in his own head and Achi and Jinta continuing to have telepathic conversations was excellent. Keep the jokes coming, show, I'm loving it.
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dc-marvel-life · 1 month
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That Dang Snake
Pairing: Hermione Granger
Summary: Hermione starts to get the attention of an unlikely Slytherin girl
Word Count: ~2.1k
A/N: I see some people like this series so far. If you want to request a Hermione x reader, go right ahead. I enjoy writing this
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Narrator P.O.V
Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny walk together to the Slytherin party. They walk down the stone steps to the entrance, and the music gets louder as they go down the steps. They end up at the bottom of the steps staring at the bare stone wall of the Slytherin entrance.
“Gosh, how are we supposed to get into the party when we don’t even know the password to the place,” Ron says irrtated. He already doesn’t like Slytherin because of their bad representation, but he does know they throw the best parties in school. 
“Just be patient, they will figure it out that we are out here,” Ginny says having some hope that they will get into the party soon because it sounds like a great time. Right after Ginny says that the entrance opens and the gang sees Y/N there with a drink in hand. 
“Hey, guys! I can’t believe you all came. You all look great! Please come in, come in” Y/N says then moves out of the way to let them into the common room. When they enter the dungeon, the smell of alcohol hits them. There are students everywhere with cups filled with different drinks in them. 
“So welcome to the party! Over there,” Y/N points to a table filled with different bottles and a tub filled with who knows what, “are the drinks that are for everyone. There is also some jungle juice and to be honest, I don’t know what’s in there but I am pretty tipsy off of one cup,” Y/N says and laughs. Y/N points in a general direction of a few different tables.
“Now all those tables have different drinking games. Relax, grab a drink, and have a great time. If you find the drink people here, you can get high off of whatever too. Let me know if you need anything” Y/N says and the whole time she was talking she was looking at Hermione. 
Hermione seem to notice too and didn’t break eye contact with Y/N. Ron took notice of this and put his arms around Hermione’s waist. Y/N sees this and looks between Ron and Hermione then walks away with a grin on her face.
Fred and George see the gang and come up to them. They hand Ron and Harry a drink and tell them to follow them to join a game with them. Leaving Hermione and Ginny to wander around the party. Hermione was shocked to see how many other houses and people from the Triwizard tournament were at the party. 
“Alright Hermione, we need to get very drunk tonight because it is not every day that you get invited to a Slytherin party. Maybe if you start hooking up with Y/N, we can come to more” Ginny teases Hermione. Hermione shoves Ginny a little bit blushing.
“Stop that Ginny! Y/N and I aren’t anything; she just starting to talk to me this year anyway,” Hermione says then looks around to see who’s near and comes closer to Ginny, “You know I have never been with anyone, so I don’t know what to do even if she does ask” Hermione says quietly in between the two girls.
“I mean do you want her to?” Ginny questions and Hermione thinks for a second. 
“No, I mean yes….. Well maybe. I don’t know really. This is the first time I have really felt something for someone. I thought I had that with your brother, but ever since she talked to me in the library the other day something has awakened in me. It made me realize that I might have a crush on Y/N” Hermione says then gets interrupted by Greengrass with two drinks in her hands.
“Here you guys go, drink up,” Greengrass says handing both girls a drink.
“You didn’t put anything in this did you, Greengrass,” Hermione says hesitating to drink the strange liquid in the cup.
“No, I didn’t. Look at a Slytherin party we are all friends because we all just want to have a good time. Alcohol makes that ten times better. Plus I have noticed my best friend has taken a liking to you recently” Greengrass says with a smile on her face.
“You and Y/N are best friends?!” Ginny says in surprise.
“Yes we are, I know it is surprising since I am the forgotten Slytherin girl and don’t really hang out with Parkinson and her little gang of girls and neither does Y/N” Greengrass says rolling her eyes at the thought of Parkinson. 
“I thought Y/N and Parkinson were friends?” Hermione asks taking a sip of her drink. 
“No, Parkinson just hangs on Y/N’s shoulders hoping that they will fuck again and date. Y/N said that was the worst drunk mistake she has ever made,” Greengrass says and covers her mouth, “I was not supposed to say that out loud. I am drunk anyways. Well, you two have fun” Greengrass says and walks off leaving a shocked Ginny and Hermione. They start to laugh and start to drink.
They go and find a drinking game to play to start to get drunk. After a while and a few drinks, Hermione starts to wonder where the famous Y/N Y/L/N is. She looks around and sees that she is talking with Luna very closely. Ginny turns to see what Hermione is looking at.
“Are you going to go up to her and talk? Nothing is going to happen by just standing by” Ginny says laughing already drunk. Next thing you know Y/N takes Luna’s hand and walks away somewhere.
Hermione saw this and was a little sad that it wasn’t her being taken away my Y/N.
“Looks like I lost my chance now. Let’s go take a shot!” Hermione says and Ginny cheers for the shot. They go to the table of liquor and pick up a random bottle and pour a shot for each of them. They do a little cheer and pour it back.
Hermione feels the warm liquor goes down her throat starting to feel the effect of drinking.
“This is the best night ever!” Hermione yells and Ginny yells back agreeing. Hermione turns around and bumps into Luna. 
“I am so sorry Hermione, I didn’t see you there,” Luna says with a smile on her face and bloodshot eyes.
“Omg Luna! You are high aren’t you!” Ginny says budding in laughing. Luna just smiles and nods her head too high to speak.
“Oh did you just come back from fucking with Y/N too,” Hermione says letting it slip out of her mind. She didn’t mean to say it, including in such a mean tone.
“Y/N and I have never fucked actually Hermione. Y/N treats me very well because I get picked on so much by everyone. She is the nicest person that I know. You should go and see her though Hermione” Luna says and starts to walk away but turns back.
“Plus I have only made out with Y/N a couple of times,” Luna says and walks away. Hermione looks over at Ginny who is trying to whole back her laugh.
“You were so jealous of Luna weren’t you?” Ginny teases.
“Now why would Hermione be jealous of Luna,” Y/N says standing behind Hermione scaring her and making her spill her drink on herself.
“Oh gosh, are you okay Hermione? I didn’t mean to scare you” Y/N ask Hermione.
“Yeah, I am fine Y/N. I just didn’t know you were behind me” Hermione says trying to get most of the drink out of her shirt.
“How about you come to my room and I give you a new shirt,” Y/N says to Hermione. Hermione looks at Ginny.
“Go! I’ll be fine, I will find my brothers and hang out with them,” Ginny says shooshing Hermione away. Hermione mouths ‘thank you’ and takes Y/N’s hands following her to her room. Y/N opens the girl’s room door and closes it behind them. 
When they enter the room, the music can only be heard faintly. Luckily the room was empty so it was only Hermione and Y/N. At this point, Hermione smells weed coming off of Y/N. Looking into her eyes, you can see that they are a little red.
“So you smoke with Luna?” Hermione asks while walking over to Y/N's bed which is labeled.
“Yes, I do, only sometimes though. Is that why you were jealous of her?” Y/N says unbuttoning her black button-down shirt.
“That was not the reason, but why are you taking off your shirt?” Hermione says getting nervous.
“I am giving you this so you have a bigger shirt to have on for the party when you go back out there. I can get another shirt from my closet for myself. I just wanted you to have this one on because you will look good in it, and it will have my scent on it so you will always remember that you are wearing my shirt” Y/N says smirking shirtless.
Hermione was too shocked to react to what Y/N said because Y/N’s body is covered in fresh scars.
“What happened to you?” Hermione questions.
“Like I said earlier today. Some stuff happened over break and now I am a different person. It was all for the better though. Maybe I will tell you what happened over some butterbeer?” Y/N says and hands Hermione the shirt.
“Are you asking me on a date?” Hermione says while taking off her shirt leaving both of them shirtless and staring at each other.
“Yes, I am,” Y/N says and gets closer to Hermione looking her in the eye and asking for permission to kiss her. Hermione says yes with her eyes and Y/N leans in and kisses Hermione slowly. Hermione was stiff at first, but relaxed in seconds and leans into the kiss.
One of Y/N’s hands gets tangled in Hermione’s hair while the other hand goes to Hermione’s waist. Hermione leans back onto Y/N’s bed so that Hermione is on the bottom and Y/N is on the top of her. They deepen the kiss but then the door swings open. Y/N and Hermione break apart to see Parkinson at the door.
“Gosh Y/N, you don’t want to hook up with me so you can get into bed with some mudblood,” Parkinson says drunk stumbling into the room. 
Y/N gets up right away and grabs Parkinson’s arm and drags her out of the room.
“You will never call her a mudblood again or I will ruin your life. Do you understand me?” Y/N says angrily.
“Don’t threaten me Y/L/N! Or can I even still call you that now after everything?” Parkinson says then walks off leaving Y/N alone. Y/N takes a deep breath and goes back into the room. Hermione is still on Y/N’s bed with her black button-down shirt on.
“Sorry about that. She can be very annoying” Y/N says sitting next to Hermione.
“It’s fine, it’s not the first time someone has called me that,” Hermione says.
“It’s not fair though, people shouldn’t be called that. She was just mad because she thought you and I were going to sleep together, but that wasn’t going to happen” Y/N says laughing to herself.
“So you weren’t thinking about sleeping with me though. I mean I am not ready for that at all, but I heard that you get around,” Hermione questions.
“No, I wasn’t! Hermione, I do really like you and I want to do things right with you. I don’t even know how the rumor got around that I sleep around with a lot of people. Sure I make out with girls and accidentally slept with Parkinson once. I only did anything with two other older girls here” Y/N confesses.
“Oh wow, I didn’t know that. Well, I am happy to know that you actually like me and do things right. I am still confused about even if I like girls. All I know is that I can’t get you out of my head and I want to see where this goes” Hermione says looking away from Y/N to hide the blush that is creeping up on her face. Y/N turns Hermione’s head to look at her.
“I am happy to go as slow as you want. Let’s have the date next Saturday at Hogsmeade” Y/N says smiling at Hermione.
“Sounds great I can’t wait,” Hermione says and they seal the deal with a kiss.
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j-0ne25 · 11 months
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TRUE FRIENDS
CHAPTER [III] of LEVANTER [18+!]
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Well, perhaps you should stop classifying the whole world and its tiniest atoms into either good or bad.
You understand why Chan thinks of Jisung the way he does. You really do.
“I didn’t d-do it on purpose,” Jisung says now, as if this would just erase the past.
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⛓️ SYNOPSIS: Jisung has finally gathered up enough courage to explain what he did three years ago to lose Chan’s trust completely. Will you be able to forgive him or will his betrayal just push you closer to his enemy?
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💊 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, chan x afab reader, gang/mafia au, angst/smut/fluff, gang leader jisung, doctor chan, pls refer to masterlist for more info, author is a little in love with gahyeon and minho and it shows, warnings and smut tags under the cut
💵 WORD COUNT: 15.7K
🔪 CONTENT WARNING: topics of heavy drug dealing and mention of using, mention of guns, mention of fights and wounds (not explicit), mention of unrequited love, mental health topics such as depression, anxiety disorder, insomnia and adhd, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, topics revolving around cheating, jealousy and open relationships
🔥 SMUT: (possible spoilers) dom/sub dynamics, includes threesome, fingering, oral (m receiving), semi-unprotected piv, praise kink, spit play, use of colour system (only green), hints of free use, wife sharing/cuckolding, facial, body cumshot, name calling (baby, princess, brat, good girl, kitten)
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The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nswf content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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— Three years, two months and fifteen days ago —
Jisung moans.
Out of exhaustion this time.
Of course, having your body under or on top of him every night makes him feel a little less stressed. After all, you’re the best he’s ever had—ignoring the fact you are the only one he’s ever been intimate with—both physically and mentally. He knows you value your time together too and Jisung believes it has made you grow closer. Maybe a little closer than intended.
However, he’s getting a bit clumsier. He’s driving out of focus considering every part of his life. It’s a lot and not even having a pretty and passionate partner—sexually not romantically unfortunately—doesn’t hold him back from slowly getting destroyed from overworking.
It’s too much—full time studying computer science while being a young CEO of the city’s leading online drug business. J.Drugs. He came up with that name when he was high, so that should be excused, okay? He thought about the pseudonym Shiny Flakes first, but stuck to the other idea since it contains the first letter of his name.
Yes. That is a dumb idea considering what he’s doing is illegal and you should never hide even the tiniest details in fragile data like this. But Jisung is also very proud of being a businessman at such a young age so you haven’t convinced him otherwise yet. He just had to have some type of signature connected to it, no matter how many times you’ve convinced him to not be so transparent.
“Where did I put my fucking papers again?”
Jisung is running around in his room, as you’re sitting on the floor, helping him a little with work-related stuff. His mind is all over the place, just like all the things scattered in his room but you don’t mind the latter.
“Sungie, I think you need a few weeks of vacation,” you say, closing another one of the envelopes, before adding the delivery address of another customer of J.Drugs. He’s glad you’re taking care of the post service, checking off another task from his to-do-list for today.
“Ah, you think so?” His words are sarcastic and a little muffled, since he’s got a filter pressed between his lips, currently searching wherever he’s put the papers and tobacco again.
“You’re looking for these?” Chan enters the room, handing him the little sheets.
“Thanks, mate,” Jisung says, instantly feeling relieved. He stopped smoking cigarettes sometime in highschool but with the ongoing stress he has become a little addicted again. “Where did you find them?”
Chan sighs, now fully stepping into the room. He watches your hands first, eyes focused on your fingers writing some address down before your tongue wets the envelope in order to close and secure it.
“In the fridge. Under the cheese.”
You start bursting out in laughter and Chan joins you. Jisung scoffs, not quite believing his own stupidity.
“I really need a vacation,” he adds, before he finishes rolling a cigarette. He sinks down on his desk chair, lighting the object that’s carefully placed between his lips and then he takes a deep breath, letting out a low groan while exhaling.
“I’ll get ready, I have a date later,” Chan reminds the two of you, announcing he won’t be in the apartment.
“The girl that’s part-time working at the hospital, too?” you ask, before grabbing another envelope.
Four years ago, it would have broken your heart even hearing about Chan going out with someone else. Luckily, these feelings subsided. Although, you’ve got a massive crush on your other roommate now which isn’t quite easier either.
Jisung is just your friend with benefits. Nothing more. Unfortunately.
But it is what it is now and you doubt that he returns the feelings.
“Yeah. Her name is Mia. She is about to become a psychiatrist,” Chan adds.
“Dude,” Jisung intervenes, taking another drag from his cigarette, “I bet she can read your mind or something. I heard psychiatrists are pretty wild in bed. I hope she doesn’t over analyse your kinks or something.”
Chan doubts what Jisung says is true—both because that dude tells anyone anything he’s ever read in some Reddit post and besides that, Chan isn’t quite convinced about the whole situation either. But one of his colleagues, Jeongin, whom he doesn’t know quite well, drew attention to the way Mia always ogles Chan whenever she sees him.
So, he will at least give it a try and maybe it’ll help him forget about those other feelings…
Jisung puts out the cigarette, before you can basically see a lightbulb appear above his head and you’re already wondering what genius idea came to his mind again.
“Wait, didn’t you mention once that you have a daddy kink? What did she say about that?”
Chan rolls his eyes, before he walks towards the door again.
“Shut the fuck up, Jisung.”
You laugh once he’s out of the room, not wanting to make your friend insecure about anything but you can’t fight against the fact that Jisung is the funniest guy you know.
And the only man that was ever able to make you cum several times in a row without effort and generally puts your pleasure before his own.
As if this isn’t enough—he’s one of your best friends, always listening to you and making you laugh, right by your side whenever you need him.
Fuck.
You’re so doomed. Hopefully, these annoying feelings will leave you soon, it’s getting really exhausting here.
— Three years, two months and three days ago —
All Jisung wanted to do was to get another refill on beer, smoke a cigarette on the balcony and then go back inside. It’s a little crowded in the three-person-apartment but that’s what parties are like after all. Besides that, it’s time to celebrate that Chan got accepted to start his first ever job as an actual doctor at the hospital he’s always wanted to work at.
He’s happy for his best friend.
He really is.
However, Jisung didn’t expect Chan to celebrate his success and luck by making out with you. You’re shoving your tongue into the older’s mouth and Jisung catches a glimpse of his roommate’s hands wandering down, squeezing your ass through the fabric of your baggy jeans.
He feels defeated. He’s losing control over time and space and everything in between.
Jisung would have never expected that such a small scene would affect him so much that he forgets how to think, feel and breathe.
That’s what brings him to the state he’s in now—shit-faced, sipping on the probably fifth beer in a row, feeling the drink mix together with the liquor in his stomach.
Fuck.
Sure, you’re just his friend with benefits. But for Jisung it’s secretly always been more than that.
Was it dumb of him to start an arrangement like this with you then? Hell, yeah. Absolutely.
But what was he supposed to do when the person of his dreams was straddling his lap a few months ago at a similar party to the one right now? And, well, he’s a little afraid that you will do the same with Chan tonight.
Instant flashbacks to his last year in highschool are kicking in and he gets reminded why his back then best friend Minho always warned him to not spend time with Chan. It’s all a deja-vu. The curly haired had once before pinched Jisung’s crush—making out with that girl on their prom night, ending up on top of her even though he knew that the younger had feelings for her.
He forgave him a long time ago. Chan was young, drunk and stupid and he promised to never make a mistake like this again. Well, in his defense, Chan doesn’t know that his roommate and you have a thing going on which isn’t something serious anyway.
Suddenly, Jisung sees you pull away from your other best friend then, excusing yourself to the bathroom. Jisung watches Chan walk towards his way, long strides bringing him closer. He’s on a search for more beer—visibly drunk as well.
“Ji, you alright, mate?” he asks, letting the palm of his hand collide with the younger one’s shoulder. Jisung’s eyes are glassy and for a moment it looks as if the first tears are already streaming down his face.
“Hey, Chan…” Jisung begins, already knowing he will regret his next words but he can’t hold himself back anymore. It’s as if the jealousy is taking over him, eating him alive from the inside. He just prays that he won’t burst out crying.
“Why the fuck are you kissing my Y/N?”
Chan’s eyes are widening in an instant. No. That can’t be. He would have never done this, if he knew. If there’s something that he despises, it’s infidelity and he doesn’t want to be the reason for it. Jisung and you are dating?
“Your– man, I honestly didn’t know,” Chan says, his whole face flushed with panic. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. Are you guys a couple– oh God, I’m the most terrible friend I will move out tomorrow and–“
“We’re not… a couple. I’m just… well,” is all Jisung is able to let out.
Chan gulps when the words click in his head and he blames it on all the alcohol in his system, when he speaks again.
“You… too?”
Fuck.
How on earth is Jisung supposed to compete with your older, confident, experienced, athletic and overall smart roommate? Your roommate that’s always helping you study, cooks for you and is now officially a doctor?
He should have seen it coming.
“You’re in love with her, Chan?”
The curly haired chuckles, before scratching the back of his head.
“It’s– it’s alright, I’ll get over it. Please– I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again– I hope things work out for you guys.”
Chan and Jisung have known each other since highschool. They’ve promised to not ever let some crush get between them again. And Chan seems to have learnt from his past mistakes.
However, does this mean he gives Jisung permission to finally seize what he’s wanted for so long?
“Are you sure, bro?”
Chan takes a deep breath, before he places his hands on the younger’s shoulders.
“Yeah… I’ve seen you looking her way and the way she looks back at you. I’ll be fine. That’s why I haven’t said anything earlier or made a move… well, until now.”
Chan is known for always putting his friends first. That’s just how he is. He won’t be fine. But it’ll be okay.
Maybe Jisung should gather up some courage and finally confess. Make things official. Turn the last platonic dynamics between the both of you into romance.
— Three years, two months and two days ago —
It takes Jisung at least two minutes to stop dissociating.
“Sungie?”
He looks up now, his eyes finding yours, his own filled with sadness.
But you’re sure, if he doesn’t confess now, there has never been more to it anyway. He’s probably just surprised about the suddenness of you ending this agreement.
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. I just… didn’t expect it.”
He’s sure it has got something to do with your other roommate. Why else would you want to quit being his friend with benefits now?
“We’re alright, yeah? It’s… I have to focus on other stuff right now,” you add, hoping your need to end this doesn’t make him insecure.
You’ve always showered Jisung with praise when you were intimate—not only because he reacts to it with his little whimpers but also since he is without a doubt the man who’s ever satisfied you the most. Which is impressive, considering his lack of experience.
This is also the reason you’ve been holding on to him—destiny or something telling you this is meant to be, but the feelings for Jisung and the feelings of not being good enough are in the way. You’re not ready right now for a relationship—although your drug dealing roommate would be the only one you want to be with—and you’re not gonna ruin the friendship with him over some crush.
“Sure… sure,” he adds.
“Thank you, Sungie. I’m gonna head out and get some ramyeon to treat our hangovers. Once we’re both feeling better, we can come back to all the deliveries for the shop.”
Jisung nods, as he watches you exit his room.
Fuck.
He’s had everything prepared.
Word for word cautiously lined up like a puzzle. He really wanted to. Really. Tell you how much you mean to him. That he wants more than this, wants to be your boyfriend. It’s all new to him—Jisung has never gotten this far with someone in his life. So, one can imagine how excited he was to finally come clear about his feelings for you.
But his insecurities got in the way when you entered his room just to ask for the complete opposite to his request.
You’re ending this.
Just when he was about to ask you to turn things a little more serious. He’s had it all planned—a romantic dinner with you, before spending time together in your favourite park to watch the stars.
But, well…
At least he doesn’t have to worry about the consequences of fucking the company anymore. And certainly not about dating the company either.
— Three years, one month and thirteen days ago —
“Gahyeon is coming over to pick the last boxes with her car,” you tell Chan, carrying another bag of clothes towards the door.
“It’ll be weird to not have you around anymore,” your friend adds, when you stop for a second.
You’re not gonna cry. You’re not.
You catch a glimpse towards his room instead, the door locked just how it has been the past two weeks. Everything is said and done and every night you wonder if that’s all Jisung has ever wanted, if he’s only ever been your friend to eventually sleep with you.
But you push those thoughts aside. A tiny hopeful piece inside you tells you there’s more to it.
“I will practically live a few blocks away from here, Channie,” you chuckle.
He places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze and a reassuring smile.
“I know. It’s better this way, closer to your new work and you can help Gahyeon with her cats and her projects.”
“Yeah, she owes me a lot for that, not gonna lie,” you jokingly say.
“You’re a good friend. Not only for her. Don’t ever forget that, yeah?”
The doorbell rings.
Jisung enters the corridor now. At least he’s got enough decency to say goodbye to you properly. He pulls you into a tight and long hug, holding you close without many words but you’ve never been one to talk a lot anyway. There are tears in his eyes. You can see them.
You know he wants to say more. You’ve thought about it the whole past month, since you ended things with him. Maybe Jisung isn’t ready yet. Just like you. If it’s meant to be, it’ll work out once the circumstances are right. Just give him some time, give yourself some time and maybe in a few weeks or a month you can try again, all gradually.
Little does neither of you know this is the last time you will see each other—at least for the next few years.
And as if he already knows what destiny has prepared for him, he watches every second of you entering your friend’s car, before you drive off into the distance…
— Three years and eighteen days ago —
Chan believes his heart stops, when he gets dragged out of his sleep by an obnoxious noise. Great. He’s finally accomplished falling asleep, struggling with both insomnia and depression these days which are keeping him up at night—it’s mostly due to him entering a new stage in life, now working full time in a hospital. It’s everything he’s ever wanted but he’s underestimated how much it would affect his mental health.
He needs a second or two. But he doesn’t have time for it.
Why is it so fucking loud? Does Jisung have friends over? Probably not. That dude has practically been locking himself in his bedroom for the past one and a half months, specifically after that party when Chan kissed you. He encouraged his friend and assumes that he hasn’t had the guts yet.
Nevertheless, that’s nothing that needs to be debated now.
Chan is severly getting a little anxious, fearing there’s someone breaking in at six in the morning. Great. On his day off as well.
He puts on some boxers, not quite amused about the idea of facing a burglar while being completely naked. Better safe than sorry, he grabs the barbel he uses for his home workouts, to be armed just in case.
On his tiptoes, he sneaks into Jisung’s room first, finding it completely empty. Taking a closer look, Chan realises the window is wide open, curtains fluttering because of the soft breeze entering from outside.
That idiot must have escaped somehow.
But why?
Why on earth would he jump out the window when there’s a burglar in the apartment? Of course, Jisung isn’t the bravest guy out there, but this is even a little too cowardly for him.
What is going on?
Just when Chan is about to look out the window, wanting to close it, he halts in place, startled by a noise behind him.
“Drop the weapon! Hands up! Now! Or we’ll shoot!”
When he hears the male voice, his survival instinct kicks in and tells him to follow the demand.
“Turn around.”
Chan obeys again, keeping his palms in the air as he spins around on his feet.
Crossing his view now there are at least ten men in the room, all dressed in black clothes with the label SWAT on their bulletproof vests. It feels as if a dozen guns are pointing at him and Chan has never been so fucking scared in his life.
“Name?”
He feels fear run down his spine. How many times did he tell Jisung to stop his stupid drug dealing stuff? Despite despising anything illegal, Chan was sure that the younger one would eventually get caught. It was a matter of time.
“C-Christopher Bang,” he stutters, knowing the cops can’t do much to him since they are looking for his roommate that just escaped out the window.
A smaller man steps out, standing next to the one who just asked Chan for his name.
“It’s him, boss. That’s the one we’re looking for,” he adds.
“Pardon… what?”
What a stupid misunderstanding.
“You’re under arrest for creating an illegal drug dealing website under the name J.Drugs. We got an anonymous hint including your name. Besides that, the IP address was tracked and it seems as if you’re the owner of the wifi provider of this household,” the boss says.
A metallic clicking sound echoes through the room, handcuffs revealing themselves.
“This a-automatically makes me the bad guy?”
“Unless you can tell us who did it instead, we will assume it was you.”
What happened to innocent until proven guilty?
“True friends stab you in the front, I guess,” Chan mumbles under his breath, as the cops handcuff him.
Once he is out of pre-trial detention, he immediately gets a lawyer. An expensive and good one.
Chan starts searching for Jisung. But the younger one never calls. He’s blocked the older one on every social media platform—seemingly not caring about the consequences of his actions, no matter how much pain he’s causing for a friend that is already struggling with his mental health.
However, during the whole process, Chan can’t seem to forget that someone told the cops anonymously that Chan is the one to run J.Drugs. For some reason he can’t get the idea out of his head that this could only be his former roommate.
It’s too fucked up—Chan gave him permission to ask you out and besides that this isn’t a reason to lay the blame for this whole disaster at the feet of him. He’s aware that you must have rejected Jisung and maybe the younger one thought it was because of Chan, which is total bullshit.
But details don’t matter anyway. Jisung is already far away, hiding somewhere in the Balkans, establishing a new business, much more criminal and dangerous than his little website.
A few months later, it is proven that Chan is indeed innocent—although he is sure he would have ended up in jail if his lawyer didn’t do such a good job—and the case is dropped but the scars of betrayal stay on his skin a life long.
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Honesty. Something you have valued your whole life.
Probably the most important denomination of your whole existence. Maybe destined by growing up surrounded by a bunch of liars, people that spit on the truth before they turn their back against it.
Perhaps that’s just what life does to you—shaped by the paths you have to cross, carrying a piece of each memory inside you forever.
Chan values morality—due to being pushed into a very specific role his whole life and being around people that are classified as the bad ones, he’s always wanted to escape that hopeless spiral.
Jisung values affection—unconditional support because that’s what he’s lacked throughout his whole life. Not even being the second but the last choice, even from his loved ones, has put some scratches on his heart that are irreversible.
You value honesty.
And that’s where it’s got you now.
You’re still processing, if you can call it that. It’s rather as if your mind is running in circles without any direction, coming back to the start whenever you think you finally realise what Jisung told you.
Betrayal.
Some sort of dishonesty. Maybe.
But did he lie about it?
Well, perhaps you should stop classifying the whole world and its tiniest atoms into either good or bad.
You understand why Chan thinks of Jisung the way he does. You really do.
“I didn’t d-do it on purpose,” Jisung says now, as if this would just erase the past.
“I was dumb and young although this doesn’t excuse shit. I panicked back then and just left. That’s why they accused Chan. I didn’t do this to purposely hurt him, but I caused him a lot of pain anyway that isn’t reversible.”
You let him continue. It’s been an hour, you think so, since you asked Jisung to elaborate what the roots of the enmity between your former roommates and now lovers is.
Your heart feels heavy like a stone and you suddenly sense the necklace on your skin—cold as ice, just like the temperature suddenly got inside the bedroom.
Jisung’s eyes are glassy and red and you notice a few tears running free. He wants to hold them back, he really does but he’s not capable of doing so.
He’s fucked things up. Well, not now. Back then. When he pissed off.
What if you don’t forgive him? You’ve got the biggest heart on this planet, a heart that has even got a place for the worst people out there but what if what Jisung did is even more dreadful than all of them combined?
You’re all he’s got. You’ve been his reason to hold on these past years. All of this, all he’s accomplished—not business wise but personality-growth wise—was driven by the love for you.
You need time. You deserve time to think and to decide however it’s best for you. He won’t hold you back.
But remembering how he didn’t speak everything that was on his mind three years, two months and two days ago when you ended things, he knows he can’t make the same mistake twice. He’s gotta fight for you.
“I have been trying to reach out to him these past years,” Jisung says, still referring to Chan and you don’t know if whatever he adds will change things but you let him speak nonetheless. After all, this doesn’t excuse why he didn’t reach out to you.
“But he didn’t answer. I was wondering if… besides the shit I did, if he is maybe with you and the two of you just didn’t want to talk to me anymore… and you ended things with us anyway so I thought Chan and you were a couple… I saw him posting a picture of an engagement ring a few months ago but I guess it wasn’t you.”
Right. Mia. The sheer thought of her lets an uncomfortable shiver run down your spine.
“He… he replied twice. Two and a half years ago and seven months ago. Both times, Chan told me to leave him alone and I shouldn’t dare to reach out to you… or you told him that you don’t want to hear anything about me, I don’t know.”
Chan didn’t tell you?
Jisung… tried to contact you?
You get that he asked Chan first, after all you hadn’t talked since you moved out.
“N-No, he didn't tell me. I wasn’t aware,” you admit.
Jisung looks surprised for a second but of course his brain that is powered by anxiety and insecurities finds a way to blame him to be the full bad guy again.
“I’m sure he was just afraid since I’m a criminal and all… he wanted to protect you, I guess.”
Chan knows how much you value honesty and he chooses to not at least tell you that he texted and instead lied about Jisung to you?
You’d been asking Chan for years if Jisung ever talked to him again, what he’s up to, if he’s okay.
“Fuck…”
Sniffles echo through the room. You want to hold Jisung close. Tell him that it’s okay, that everything will be alright but you’re not ready yet. You have to process all those things you’ve just heard.
“Ji– I need a minute. I… need to think,” you say.
You catch your lower lip between your teeth, fighting with the tears pricking at your own lash line.
“Yeah, sure… of course.”
Well, you’ve promised to be honest to each other this time. That’s all the two of you are doing right now.
“I just have to… sort my mind a little. Get out of here,” you explain.
You don’t want him to think that this is the end because you don’t want this to be the end. But there’s things that have to be evaluated first. You owe that to Chan. The terror he must have been through because of Jisung is unbelievable.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I understand. But… let me drive you home at least, it’s dark outside already.”
It’s a quarter past midnight and the city centre is still shining in the brightest shades and sometimes you wonder, if all those lights were turned off, if all the smog vanished away, would you be able to see the stars in the night sky?
“I wanna be alone right now.”
Jisung nods, as he watches you get up from the bed and slowly stride towards the door.
“I’ll send Ardian, okay?”
It’s safer this way. His cab driver barely said a thing the last time he picked Jisung and you up so you will have a few minutes to cry to yourself until you get home.
“Fine.”
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“So, you’re the one Jisung hasn’t been able to shut up about these past years? The love of his life, hm?”
The assumptions have been thrown out the car’s window—Ardian is quite chatty around you for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the three cups of iced americano chilling next to his seat or the horrific music he’s finally toned down a bit. You just want to go home. You’re so exhausted.
How can someone live through twenty episodes of a whole Netflix show season within a day?
You’re not meant for this main character life, you fear.
“Wow. He will be a very lucky man to have you as his first ever girlfriend,” Ardian adds and although you’ve stopped paying attention to his endless babbling minutes ago—way to busy wiping away your tears with the sweater Jisung gave you so you don’t get cold from the route to the cab and the route towards your apartment—those words catch your attention.
“Pardon?”
Ardian chuckles, signaling to turn left when he halts in front of the traffic lights.
“Well, besides being involved in a lot of… work issues these past years, he has told me that he’s never had any romantical experiences but he’s mentioned you so many times.” He giggles again, taking another sip from his coffe. “Like, I’m not joking. If he gave me money whenever he said your name, I wouldn’t be his cab driver anymore.”
You’re at a loss for words. Of course, it’s no secret anymore that Jisung had a crush on you in college but you’ve never believed that it stayed this way throughout all these years. Let alone thinking he has told others about you frequently.
“Well… of course, only if you want him, too. Sorry, I didn’t want to assume things. I just happen to ramble when I’m around people I don’t know,” he rants, not even pausing to breathe once.
You’re surprised how he can still be so focused on the streets outside.
“That is extremely inconvenient considering you’re a cab driver, Ardian,” you say, raising your eyebrows.
“Yeah…”
There’s a minute of silence but it’s good for both the cab driver and you. Ardian has to pay attention to his Google Maps explaining the route to him and you take a moment to reminisce all those words.
“You said… I’d be his first,” you start again. Your voice is quiet, unsure if the man really admitted that or if it’s just your imagination making it up.
“Yeah. He always told me that if he ever gets in a relationship with someone, it’ll only be you. Otherwise he’s not interested,” Ardian says.
“Is he paying you?”
He chuckles again, that loud laugh filling the car and for some reason it makes you smile. His aura and giggling are contagious.
“For the drive, yes. Everything else, no. Also don’t tell him that you know this from me, this was a secret,” he adds.
In the rear view mirror you can see him place his index finger over his lips.
“Alright, Gossip Girl.”
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Gahyeon finds you at dawn, wrapped in a blanket on the couch of your shared living room. She had been in the library the whole night, studying for one of her exams.
“Y/N, since when are you here?”
Your best friend has never been the… most sensitive. But she’s honest. She tells you straight what comes to her mind and for some reason she owns the skill of avoiding hurting your feelings with it. She chooses every word wisely without sparing important details.
You should keep that in mind and ask her for advice once she’s back from her shift.
“I… a few hours. I must have fallen asleep here.”
Your roommate looks at you, her face instantly filled with sadness when she notices the helpless look on your own.
“Yeah, I can tell. Listen. My shift got cancelled but I’m hella tired and you look like it too. We’re both gonna go to bed now and once we’re a little more energised, we’ll talk about everything, okay?”
“Okay…”
Another nap—or rather a deep slumber of six hours—does wonders to both Gahyeon and you. She decides to bring you to her room instead. Just looking at your fragile figure and distorted aura for a second too long awakened pity in her and she knows for a fact that in moments like these you crave being with someone you trust.
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” she tells you, dishevelling your hair like she always does.
Gahyeon gets up from her bed and toddles towards the kitchen, a few minutes later bringing you tea and some biscuits.
“Now tell me, what did Jisung do?”
It’s a little tricky explaining everything to her while leaving out some details that carry legal consequences with them. Gahyeon knows that Jisung was dealing drugs during college days and that you provided adderall for overworking law students as well. That’s all she knows. She doesn’t know about the whole background of J.Drugs but it doesn’t matter in this case.
You give yourself a little nudge and start rambling. Gahyeon listens attentively, until it seems as if you’ve run out of words.
“God, Chan has really got a stick up his ass, doesn’t he?”
She’s referring to the fact that he didn’t tell you about Jisung’s attempts to reach out to you and instead decided to play protective prince.
“Gahyeon… this is some serious shit. He almost went to jail.”
She takes a deep breath. Your roommate knows it’s serious and she’s only aware of half of the story. However, that is enough for her to form a stable opinion.
“I’m sorry. I get that it’s a lot. Jisung was an asshole. No discussion. I wouldn’t be friends with him anymore either, if I was Chan. But I’m not Chan. And neither are you. That’s something between those idiots and if that doctor thinks it’s beneath his dignity to even talk to the younger one because he sold some pink party pills in college, there’s not much you or anyone else can do.”
You haven’t thought about it like this. But she’s right. It’s something that happened between them and even if Jisung’s betrayal was driven by the fact that he thought Chan would take you away from him, that's still nothing you have control over. You’re not the main character in this situation even though it might seem like it.
“Y/N. One question and I demand you to be honest,” Gahyeon says, finding your eyes with her own.
“With you? I always am…”
“With yourself,” she adds.
“Okay.”
She takes your hand, squeezing it tight and for some reason your heart pace starts running, nervous about the question she is about to propose.
“If you were Jisung, would you have done the same? Maybe not anonymously saying it was Chan because I highly doubt it was him but someone else. Would you have escaped out that window and booked the next flight to Albania?”
“I–“
You’re not sure what to say. No? Maybe? Yes?
It’s hypothetical and quite complicated to evaluate when you’re not in his shoes.
“Don’t answer me. Answer that for yourself,” your friend says before she pats your head like she does with her cats.
“Anyway. I’ve got a shift in half an hour and I look like a scarecrow. If there’s anything, text me babes, yeah?”
“I thought it’s your day off,” you intervene, quite confused.
“Maybe I lied this time. I didn’t want you to hold back what’s been on your mind. Thanks for coming to me and speaking about it,” she adds, giving a quick peck to your cheek before she heads to the bathroom.
“Thanks for listening, Gahyeon.”
When your roommate has gone off to work and you have cleaned the remains of the afternoon-breakfast, you sink down on the couch again, letting the thoughts run free once again. Maybe she’s right.
This is something that happened between Chan and Jisung. Of course, you don’t have to debate if what Jisung did was wrong. It was. Totally. Absolutely. One hundred percent.
Intentions don’t excuse our actions. If the damage is done it’s done. It doesn’t matter if someone trips you on purpose or not—you’re gonna hurt your pretty face when it collides with the concrete floor either way.
It’s hard for you to forgive him. It’s also not even up to you to decide if you forgive Jisung, it’s only Chan’s right to evaluate the whole situation which he already did.
And then of course…
There’s still your part of the guilt.
Chan might be your best friend but he doesn’t know everything about you. Not because you’re lying, he simply didn’t ask. Besides that, some secrets should be kept when legal consequences could be involved.
Y/L/N Y/N.
Master of Science in pharmacology.
Practising pharmacist for three years.
Co-owner, co-author and right-hand woman of J.Drugs back in the days.
Provider for everything related to prescription medications. Adderall, Xanax, whatever one’s broken heart and damaged mind desires.
It should have been so obvious but Chan must have always viewed you as the innocent best friend that he’s wanted you to be.
Of course, you quit after moving to Gahyeon’s place but you could bet your last bit of money that some of the drugs that got confiscated were yours.
💊
Simultaneously to the clock on your phone hitting five in the afternoon, the sound of the doorbell of your apartment shrills through the corridor.
An uninvited guest?
You catch a glimpse at the screen of your device first and realise that you have been so occupied in the show you’re watching, that you missed a few calls and messages from your best friend.
And it’s exactly him who’s in front of your flat’s entrance now.
He pulls you into a quick hug, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before you invite him inside. Offering him something to drink, you join him on the sofa, unsure where this meet-up will take you.
Chan probably wants to talk.
God. He doesn’t even know about the other Netflix episodes that have happened since you left his place almost twenty four hours ago. Not those on your TV screen but at District 9.
He is aware that you wanted to go to Jisung. But as you expect Chan to assess this whole situation he has probably been thinking that you did not go to his enemy last night after letting your best friend rail you into oblivion.
Right.
Where were we again?
Ah, yes.
Why is he here now? Why doesn’t he even give you a day to think? Well, maybe you should stop assuming where conversations are leading to before they even happen. He perhaps wants to let you know that he needs some time to himself first. After all, he ended a three year long relationship that almost ended in an unhappy marriage.
Yeah. That’s definitely why he’s here.
“Y/N… I’ve thought about us,” Chan whispers, laying his hand on yours like he always does.
“Mia and I broke up,” he informs you. “As you know, I’ve heard you spying on us from outside but no worries.”
A nervous chuckle slips from your lips.
“Sorry… I was just… afraid that she was gonna hurt you physically…”
“Understandable,” he continues. You’re a little relieved about that part at least. “But nothing happened. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”
And maybe that’s where he should slow down a bit. You get his excitement, you really do. And you want this to work. You want Chan by your side, want to be more with him. But your head is a mess and your heart even more, you believe.
He hasn’t even told you to become a couple or whatever but it’s Chan. You’d rather want to restrain him before he asks anything hasty.
“Chan I–“
“What is it, angel?”
Your stomach does a weird twist when you hear the nickname. The fact that Chan still views you like this breaks your heart. You’ve never deserved him anyway.
“It’s a lot right now a-and… there’s still Jisung and… everything’s just a little much, you know? I’m not, like, choosing him over you”—at least not yet—“but I have to sort things out a little first.”
Jisung isn’t making you choose one of them. Chan isn’t either but for some reason it feels like it.
“Oh. Okay. Y-Yeah, of course. I get that. He probably can offer a lot more and, yeah, isn’t a… cheater like me.”
Jisung may not be a cheater but there are many other things that disqualify him from being able to offer you more than your best friend could.
Chan is literally perfect. He’s a doctor, intelligent, caring. He’s always there for you. He listens to your sorrows, he laughs about your jokes.
Your brain would make you stay with Chan in an instant. But your heart is leaning towards someone else. At least for now.
“Channie– no, I didn’t mean anything like that,” you add, not wanting to confuse him or induce any insecurities.
“It’s alright, Y/N. I’m sorry I brought you into this mess,” Chan says, softly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
“Chan, it’s alright. I’m sorry I didn’t stop you and not told you to let us do things slowly instead…”
“No, it’s my fault and my fault only,” Chan wants to make sure.
He’s the one who was unfaithful. Well, his fiancée was first but that doesn’t change it. Although he knows you don’t regret anything that happened yesterday and he doesn’t either, he wishes he took his time with you instead—properly break up with Mia first, invite you on a fancy date and then eventually take each layer of clothing off your astonishing body.
Chan is severly afraid that he forfeited his chance of something serious with you now. But maybe it doesn’t matter anyway if there’s still Jisung. As toxic as it sounds, Chan wants you to himself—hold your hand when you're sad, kiss your lips when you wake up, cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for you. The full domestic experience.
Maybe you're not made for that.
Or maybe you are and you just haven’t realised yet. But Chan won’t push you. He knows it’ll happen when the circumstances are right. He’ll let you have your fun with Jisung first and hopefully you will grasp somewhere on that path that all you’ve ever wanted and needed has been right in front of you all along.
“I also… know why Jisung and you don’t talk anymore,” you suddenly say and Chan doesn’t know how to react at first.
“Oh?”
“He told me. Everything. I’m so sorry he brought you into this mess.”
There’s a slight hint of panic on his beautiful face when he hears the word everything. Perhaps, that’s related to the fact he was in love with you three years ago and didn’t have the guts to tell you and allowed his roommate to go first. But you won’t question anything that’s solely an interpretation caused by your overthinking again.
“Y/N… again, that’s not your fault,” he repeats.
“Chan… can I ask you something?”
“Of course, angel,” he reassures you.
“What kind of drugs did the police find in the old apartment?”
He’s caught off guard. Of course, he’s happy you’re there for him, comforting him about what happened years ago but why are you bringing this detail up now?
“Why are you asking?”
“Please, if you remember, tell me,” you say, your jaw clenching caused by both impatience and a little bit of anxiety. You’ll feel so bad if you find out that you’re partly guilty for the mess that was caused.
“Of course I do, that whole period of time traumatised me,” Chan says with a forced laugh.
“Tons of MDMA. Some weed but only small amounts that counted as personal use. Oh– yeah and a bunch of adderall and other pills, for a moment I thought he mugged the pharmacy you used to work at. Luckily, my lawyer was very skilled and proved that all these things didn’t belong to me, which was hard since there were anonymous hints saying it was me and besides that, the apartment’s lease was on my name and Jisung was nowhere to reach. You know, the government sometimes just needs someone to blame and call guilty even if they’re not guilty.”
“Chan… I–“
“Yeah? You alright?”
His dark brown eyes still look so innocent. As if no one could ever harm him and certainly not you. Your longing for justice and always seeing the best in the worst people—maybe that’s what connects you and Chan.
Jisung and you are driven by chaos and passion.
But Chan and you are characterised by empathy and comfort.
You pray that he will not leave you here like his friend did when he climbed out that window.
“Those meds… they were mine. I used to be the co-owner of J.Drugs until I moved out.”
“Wow.”
It’s not much. But it’s something. And it’s honest for once.
“I didn’t know that you got in so much trouble because of me…”
“No, it’s okay. You didn’t know,” he reassures you. Once again.
“Do you… see me differently now?”
“I…” he chuckles, “I don’t know, Y/N. No– wait– no. It’s just a lot to process. Everything. I’m not mad at you. I’m not.”
He’s overwhelmed. Understandably.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. You know how much I despise illegal stuff, especially drug dealing. But I understand your circumstances and all,” Chan says.
“Can I… hug you?” you ask.
“Of course.”
He takes initiative this time, as he pulls you closer to him. His big arms are seizing around your upper body, holding you so close to him you can feel his ringing heartbeat against your chest.
“You think we could be a couple if things were different?”
Chan pulls away and for a second you fear you’ve crossed boundaries. It’s not over yet. You’re not deciding against him and you hope he knows it.
“I’m pretty sure, angel. I love you, okay?”
“I love you too, Channie.”
You don’t know what it is, some inner force dragging you towards him but the next thing you sense are his lips pressed against your own. It’s really just a kiss this time. Full of comfort. Full of affection. Full of emotions. But nothing more happens.
Your best friend lets go, watching the string of saliva connecting your mouth with his for a second before he scoots away to speak.
“If things don’t work out with him or he hurts you–“
“Channie, don’t–“
“I’ll be there for you and make him regret it.”
You chuckle.
“I will always protect you, Y/N.”
You haven’t even chosen the mafia boss but for some reason it feels like it and it turns your heart into shambles in the blink of an eye looking at your best friend’s sad face.
“I…” you begin again, “I was planning to visit him tonight.”
“Ah, okay,” Chan says as if he’s a little overwhelmed with what to reply instead. “I can drive you, if you want.”
You nod, before grabbing your belongings and leaving the apartment with him. Maybe it’s Chan’s ego, although he knows he will just drop you off at Jisung’s apartment building and not actually talk to him, but that’s his last triumph up his sleeve.
💊
The way up with the elevator takes ages and somehow it’s still not long enough. You wish you had more time to think although it doesn’t get you anywhere anyway.
Ringing the doorbell, you wait for an answer and a few seconds later, a voice that isn’t Jisung’s greets you.
“Y/N.”
Right. It’s Minho. The right hand man. Best friend. Whatever their relationship is. An apron around his upper body that reaches down to his knees and a wooden spoon in his hand.
“You wanna come in? Jisung is here too, I’m making dinner for us.”
You shyly nod, entering the spacious living room after putting away your shoes.
The black haired spots you then, blinking rapidly when he realises it’s really you.
“I’m sorry I didn’t announce I was gonna come here,” you say.
Minho disappears behind the kitchen island again, before Jisung stands up and carefully approaches you.
“It’s okay. Wow… I’ve– I-I haven’t expected to see you again,” he says.
“What? Thought I’m gonna disappear for three years and then meet you in some bar again?”
He giggles. Minho chuckles in the distance.
“Deserved.”
“Very much,” you hear Minho yelling from across the room.
“Can we…”
“Oh,” Jisung gets what you want to say, “talk somewhere more private? Sure. Is the bedroom okay?”
When he sees you nod, he guides the both of you towards his destination, closing the heavy door behind you once you’re inside his chambers.
You’re unsure how to start this conversation. All of it. Where it leads you. How it ends.
“So… you’re here to tell me you’re with Chan?”
Jisung’s gaze meets yours and there’s a similar fear in his eyes compared to yesterday. He had trouble sleeping last night, went to his apartment—which is just a few floors above District 9—with Minho, who took care of him and has basically been by his side since then.
“No…” You take a deep breath. Honesty. That’s the way to start, to lead, to end things. Jisung was honest with you. As honest as a human being can be. Now it’s your turn.
“I don’t know what the future holds but what I know is that I want to be here with you right now.”
His face falls. But differently this time—not in the same way as when you asked him if he’s involved in human trafficking or murder although his mimics are portrayed by surprise nontheless.
“God, Y/N, wait– I think I have to clear things up here first.”
Fuck. You should have seen it coming. It’s not as deep for him anyway. Not as serious. Not as important.
“I’m not making you choose,” he says. “I’m sorry if it sounded like it. There’s just… nothing better than spending time with you.”
How on earth is he capable of choosing his words so wisely and touching your heart in such an inconvenient way? You’d expect your soul to get excited by possessive, dominant behaviour but maybe when it comes to Jisung you don’t need that. He doesn’t have to prove anything when he’s wrapping you around his fingers with his sheer existence.
“Thank you… for listening to me and giving me another chance,” he adds, referring to the secret he revealed yesterday.
If he’s honest, Jisung expected you to piss off. Leave him. Run away with Chan. Not because he’s jealous but because he thought he really messed up this time. He did. He did mess up.
But there's always a special place reserved in your heart for him, as it seems.
“Sungie… I was part of J.Drugs as well. I’m not sure, maybe I would have escaped out of that window too,” you confess now.
Gahyeon’s advice must have worked wonders.
“Really?”
“Probably,” you add, biting your lip out of nervousness. The sole idea of running away from the cops lets your heart shutter.
“That’s just the survival instinct. I would have let Chan know about all the shit, though. However, I get that you had to go underground abroad since everything could have been used against you, maybe even reaching out to him.”
He looks at you dumbfounded. Jisung has been wondering for years now how he has ever deserved to even be near you, be your friend, be someone you trust, share the same oxygen as you.
“Which you still did… maybe a little late but better late than never, hm?”
You reach for his hand then and the palm is a little sweaty but you don’t mind at all. It’s as if you can hear the hasty pace of his pulse echoing through the room.
“We can forgive mistakes if the person genuinely shows signs of growth, at least in my opinion,” you reassure him.
Jisung sighs, “Yeah, but I’m sure Chan can’t forget.”
He looks away for a second, before his eyes find your own again.
“Which is also his right and not up to me to decide. I understand that. The thing I hate myself for the most is ruining my friendship with him… and you,” he nervously adds.
“You have me Sungie, yeah?”
“Really?”
“Hm, there’s nothing better in this world than spending time with you.”
You reach for his other hand too and for some reason it feels like that first night together—when he was shyly inviting you to his room, all nervous to finally have you to himself. He’s so different now, in a positive way, but also still the same nerd that fell in love with his roommate.
Guiding Jisung towards his bed, you lay down with him, face to face, as you take in every detail of his beauty. His pretty lips that just feel so right pressed against your own. His big brown eyes that you get lost in whenever they catch your own. His astonishing body that feels so perfect wrapped around your own.
He leans a little forward now, before tilting his head. Just in an angle that’s adequate enough to allow him to align his mouth right at your ear.
“I’m jealous of your heart, baby,” Jisung softly whispers in your ears.
“My heart? Why?”
Is this the moment that Jisung will confess that his criminal gang also does organ trafficking?
But he kisses you all romantically, just to add, “I’m jealous of your heart because it’s pumping inside you and I am not.”
You scoff. Then you roll your eyes back. Just to tell him that his flirty jokes rather qualify to join a Cringe Compilation. But they’re just so… Jisung.
“You can always change that, baby.”
That’s how you find yourself on top of him a minute later, bodies pressed together, your crotch rubbing over his bulge in a desperate attempt to get some friction.
His kisses are all over you—on your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your jaw, wandering down to your cleavage. His hands come in contact with your breasts, cupping them through the fabric of your shirt and bra and you simultaneously continue grinding on top of him.
Jisung’s lips are on yours, tongues entangled with each other, just how they’ve been so many times before. A choreography that’s so familiar to you, so comforting. It just feels right to be here with him.
In one swift motion, you grab the hem of your shirt before pulling the material over your head. Jisung smashes his mouth against yours again, kissing you so hungrily as if he’s a starving man and you’re the only one to tame him.
It makes you giggle—his eagerness, his little moans and whimpers, especially when you unclasp your bra and let it slide down. Jisung finally looks down now, his eyes disconnecting from your gaze and finding your naked chest instead.
“Wow…”
Although you mostly prefer Jisung’s dominant side, you’ve missed how easily he turns submissive for you,  too.
“Sungie, don’t pretend as if it’s the first time you’re seeing my tits,” you chuckle.
He looks like a teenage boy admiring your breasts. Like the first time you had undressed yourself in front of his college, virgin, nerdy version.
“No– I mean, I didn't expect you to still be wearing the necklace.”
You don’t know what to reply so you kiss him instead. Starting to grind against him again, you’re the one to let a chain of moans slip out now, not caring about the fact you’re going a little fast and that Jisung’s best friend is in the room next to you.
Whenever you’re with Jisung, everything else is irrelevant anyway. That’s what he does to you, has always managed to achieve—direct your full focus on him and all the sinful syllables he adores to whisper into your ear.
His hands are cupping your breasts and with a similar motion you sneak your own between your legs, palming his crotch through the grey sweatpants. Another whimper escapes him and he sounds so pretty like that.
Changing the course, he copies your gesture, bringing his fingers to your thighs. Jisung wonders if you once again chose to come here in a skirt to make it easier for him to just drag your underwear to the side and slip his cock into your desperate cunt.
As if he’s getting the hint, he starts playing with your laces then, pulling on the fabric so his fingers can disappear behind them.
“So wet, all for me, baby?”
You nod, aligning your lips with his again and allowing your tongue to explore the inside of his mouth.
Fuck.
Jisung’s sweet motions over your clit make your breath hitch and let waves of pleasure travel through your body.
You want him. All of him. Now.
“Sungie… I need you to fuck me, okay?”
God, that’s one of his favourite Y/Ns. Well, all of them are his favourites but the needy, absolute passionate version of yourself hits differently.
“Don’t you want me to stretch you first, princess?”
He wants to make sure you’re not getting a little too light headed here. Sure, he knows you can handle him even a little less prepared but Jisung just enjoys playing with your pussy so much, pumping his fingers into your hole until you cum all over him.
“N-No, need you now, right now,” you rush, already hovering his shirt over his head and he doesn’t do anything against it, fully enjoying how desperate you are for him and his cock.
“Alright, you’ve been warned,” he chuckles, circling his fingers around your entrance just to pull them away. Jisung brings them to your lips which you part to suck him clean and he can feel his heartbeat echoing in his ear observing you.
“Just fuck me already, Ji,” you say, after letting go of his digits.
Fuck. This may have, perhaps, flipped a switch on him which you haven’t quite expected. Or you did and it was your plan all along but Jisung falls for it every time. He’s too much of a slut for you, too.
“Don’t forget who you’re talking to here, brat. A little more patience, yeah?”
In one swift motion, he’s grabbing the back of your thighs and places you on your back. When his hands disappear under your skirt again, they come back with a very drenched fabric that gets thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor.
Jisung spreads your legs a little wider, giving him as much space as he needs, before he starts palming his length through the grey material. You notice a stain of precum but there’s not enough time for a closer look—he’s already pulling the sweatpants down, completely bare underneath.
You’re still on your back, legs parted enough for Jisung’s liking and after pumping his cock a few times, he lets the tip collide with your swollen clit. He swears, he observes even more arousal dripping out of you.
He chuckles, before he comes in contact with your aching hole, pushing himself in all at once and receiving a whimper from you. That’s the reason he’s wanted to stretch you first, but that's what you get for being so impatient.
“Still your favourite position, isn’t it?” he asks, as he places your legs over his shoulders.
When finally meeting you at the bar last Friday, Jisung wanted to make love to you, hold you, make up for all the time you’ve lost.
But since then—he’s become the old, passionate and rough Jisung again. The way he used to be back in college, fucking your brains out every night until you basically passed out.
Maybe he’s back now.
At least the darkness in his eyes might tell you this.
“Hmm…” is all youre able to let out besides some mindless babble. Wow. This is even a new highscore for you—already far gone although he hasn’t even moved yet.
Jisung takes this as a signal to start thrusting into you now and you once get reminded of the fact that there’s not a feeling in this world that comes close to him filling your cunt so perfectly.
“You remember how I fucked you like this the for first time?”
You do. Three and a half years ago but it feels as if it happened yesterday.
Squelching sounds are echoing through the room. His cock is pulsating inside of you. Your pussy walls are hugging him tightly. His fingers are digging into your thighs that are laying over his shoulders.
Fuck. Jisung could watch you like this forever. He’s got the best view this way—your face, your tits, the bulge in your lower stomach, your pussy, thighs and ass all in one frame.
“Y-Yeah, I could n-never forget about that,” you cry out, when he picks up his pace, rutting into you even faster.
“You were so dominant back then, guiding me through everything, and look at you now—underneath me, doing whatever I tell you,” he reminds you, another chuckle leaving his beautiful lips.
“Don’t u-underestimate me, Sungie,” you whimper and Jisung evilly laughs at your pathetic attempt to establish some confidence.
The moans are getting louder and louder—both yours and Jisung’s but you’re the leader in making thunderous noises.
“Minho is in the other room preparing dinner for us. Make another noise and I’ll just fuck you harder.”
You want to challenge him. Tease him a little until he fucks the brat out of you.
“You make it sound like a threat…”
He oh so slightly changes the angle then, pounding even deeper into your wetness.
“Fuck– Sungie–“
You’re close. Dangerously close. You can already taste that sweet relief on your tongue and the stars in front of your eyes are almost announcing their appearance.
“Hm, that’s where your bratty behaviour gets you, baby,” he adds.
“Open your mouth.”
The request is sudden but not unusual. Jisung has always liked it messy. Deciding to be obedient for once—you’re not thinking with your brain anymore after all—you part your lips and watch Jisung spit on your tongue. When he nods, you swallow the saliva and keep your eyes on his.
“What a fucking good girl you are, hm?”
“Hmm…” you let out again, allowing him to rail you into oblivion.
“Then go on, I know what you want, princess. Be a good girl for me, will you?”
You nod and as if he’s pushing a button, you cum all over his cock. Your moans are so pretty, Jisung wants to record them so he’s able to listen to them over and over again.
While helping you ride out your climax, feeling your tight walls clenching around him, his orgasm gets triggered. Jisung rapidly pulls his cock out of your glistening hole, before he spills his seeds all over your stomach and tits.
Fuck. That was intense.
You’re still trying to catch your breath, when Jisung has already taken care of you—putting your shirt back on and giving you the clean underwear you left here a few days ago for situations like this one.
He gets up then, watching every move and mimic you make.
“You good, baby?” Jisung asks when he sees the slightest hint of worries on your face.
“Yeah… Do you think Minho heard us?”
“No… it’s so loud in the kitchen with all the sizzling of the oil and all. I doubt it,” he reassures you, before making the last few adjustments on his outfit.
You stand up, standing next to him now.
“Okay, if you say so…”
Jisung takes your hand then, opening the bedroom door for you. The delicious smells of fresh vegetables, meat and fish immediately enter your nostrils, forcing a growl from your belly.
“You guys are like rabbits,” Minho says, once you step closer to the kitchen island but he has his back turned against the two of you.
“Y-You heard us?” you shyly ask, already feeling embarrassment wash all over your face.
Minho turns around, adding some finishing touches to the last meal of the feast.
“Yeah but no worries, kitten, I don’t mind. You sound very pretty. Besides that, dinner is ready so please take a seat,” he says, pointing towards the huge table.
You try to fight how flustered the sudden use of the pet name makes you and pray that Jisung doesn’t have a problem with it. But when you catch a glimpse of him, you find the most mischievous smirk on his face.
The endless course meal is already prepared—the most delicious dishes decorating the table and when their scents enter your nostrils, you sink down on one of the chairs, Jisung next to you and Minho at the opposite side.
“Minho, can you hand us three bottles of beer? The red one with the star on the crown cork?”
The older one rolls his eyes, visibly annoyed to get up again after just sitting down but he would do anything for Jisung. A little later, he comes back with three glass bottles, already opened, as he places them down on the transparent surface the whole feast is located on.
And the food is immaculate. Minho knows what he’s doing in general but he seems to be a natural when it comes to combining ingredients and creating actual masterpieces out of it.
“That stuff tastes like shit, Jisung,” Minho hisses, after taking a sip from his beer.
“Wooyoung bought it,” the man next to you says, shrugging his shoulders.
It’s definitely not the best beer you’ve ever had but it doesn’t ruin the rest of the dinner. Which is impossible anyway. You can’t remember when it was the last time you had such a mouth watering meal.
“Since when did Wooyoung become a reliable source for anything taste related?” Minho adds, taking another bite of his steak.
Jisung doesn't answer this time, severly occupied in shoving his mouth full of the perfect food.
Just when you’re almost done, completely stuffed with all the dishes that were offered, you feel a fluffy something circling around your legs under the table.
“Oh, this is Soonie. My cat,” Minho informs you.
“You brought your cat with you?”
“Yeah… He didn’t want to be alone. Is that alright? Y/N, you’re not allergic, are you?” he asks.
“No, no. Also, I love cats! My roommate has two of them and I’m so happy they live with us. They’re the best serotonin boosters,” you giggle, thinking of the cuties.
“Gahyeon’s cats really are the cutest. They are very beautiful, too,” Jisung says when he gets reminded of them. He’s always gotten along with your current roommate, what a pity he had to disappear three years ago. For some reason, it always felt like Gahyeon knew about his feelings for you and, perhaps, wanted the two of you to become more than just friends.
“Well, all cats are beautiful or in short—ACAB,” Minho says and Jisung smirks.
The dinner goes on in silence until everyone is done and just when Jisung and you are about to get up and clean the table—a fair division of tasks since Minho prepared the food—the black haired doesn’t pay attention for a second and accidentally nudges his beer.
Still half full—since he came to the realisation this beverage really tastes disgusting—the glass starts tumbling and just when you’re sitting on your chair again, reaching for one of the olives in the middle of the table, the bottle topples over and its liquids splash into your direction.
“Fuck– I’m so sorry, baby.”
Well. Let’s say there is a lot of beer on your body now. Especially on your cleavage, threatening to run down under your shirt and into your bra.
“Wow, I can’t believe Jisung made you wet twice within one hour,” Minho chuckles and you can’t hold yourself back but laugh at the joke.
“Minho…” the younger one scolds him.
“Wait, I’ll help you,” Minho adds.
He rushes to the sink in the kitchen, bringing a wet towel with him. Toddling around the table, he stands beside you now and is waiting for you to get up.
Fortunately, your shirt is very revealing, so not much of the fabric is affected by the fluid accident.
Unfortunately, your shirt is very revealing, giving Minho a good view of your skin.
“Is it alright if I touch you?” he asks, already guiding the towel towards you but waiting for your permission.
“Yeah…” you turn around, looking for the other man, “uhm, Jisung, is that alright?”
“Why are you asking me? It’s your body, princess,” he says, a little confused about your question.
Minho starts cleaning you then, getting rid of all the liquid on your bare skin and he respectfully asks you to take off the contaminated shirt, already bringing it to the washing machine.
In the meantime, Jisung hands you a new piece of clothing which you put on immediately. For some reason—you don’t want to put too much thought into it—the attention of both men at the same time does something to you. And you feel horrible about it, considering they’re just being polite and helping you.
“Give me the necklace, princess. I’ll bring it to Hyunjin and get it cleaned,” Jisung says when he realises there’s liquid all over the jewellery as well.
“Can’t I just hold it under the faucet for a couple of seconds?” you suggest.
“God, no. That’s the most precious necklace on earth. You can’t just clean it with some tap water. With his experience in robbing rich old women, Hyunjin is familiar with cleaning jewellery. So no worries, it’ll look as good as new soon.”
Minho looks at you, agreeing with his friend, “That’s right. That’s something Hwang is actually good at. I think it’s safer this way.”
“Okay,” you say, allowing Jisung—still standing behind you—to unclasp the necklace and in an instant he’s heading towards the door, already on his way downstairs to District 9.
“I’ll get some drinks for us as long as your man is busy bringing away the necklace.”
In the meantime, you take a seat on the big sofa and Minho joins you a minute later, handing you some mixed drink.
“What’s this?”
You watch the combination of ice cubes, some smoky alcohol which you assume to be whiskey, sugar hugging the edges of the glass and inside there's some syrup, like boba stores decorate their caramel bubble teas.
“Some weird cocktail Jisung showed me a few years ago. It’s fucking silly but tastes out of this world.”
“What’s it called?”
You take a sip from the drink and when the taste ignites on your tongue, your brain immediately connects it to some beverage you used to drink many years ago.
“He called it the s-h-i-t, since it’s sugar, honey, ice and tea on a whiskey base,” Minho explains.
“Ah, I see. That’s my invention by the way,” you say, clicking your tongue. You showed Jisung the cocktail back in college—to be more specific, on the night you ended up underneath him for the first time.
“I should have gotten doubts when Jisung said he created it judging by that disgusting beer earlier,” Minho adds now, erupting in laughter and you can’t help yourself but copy him.
“I really like you, Y/N,” he adds then and suddenly he’s a little more serious than usual. “I’m glad you’re here with us and I know it’s none of my business but thank you for giving him another chance.”
“Yeah, of course,” you say, taking another sip from the drink.
“Well, it’s not easy for most people. But you seem to be a good soul for our Sungie. I hope you know how much you mean to him.”
A smile appears on your face. You feel very comfortable around Minho. Actually, you rarely feel this way so quickly around people you just met. But it’s as if you’ve known each other for years and maybe it's to blame on the fact he is so close with Jisung or just his general aura and the atmosphere he creates.
Minho is funny, makes you feel welcomed and doesn’t hesitate to say what he thinks. He reminds you a little of Gahyeon but in a sassier and almost sexier way. You can’t deny it. Minho is objectively speaking very attractive without putting any effort in it.
“Cheers,” he drags you out of your daydreams now, clinging his glass together with yours.
The door opens, revealing Jisung again and he joins you two on the sofa, taking the seat on your other side. Grabbing his drink, he chugs down a good amount of the weird combination of liquids and you’re surprised that Jisung still enjoys whiskey that much. After all, you were the one to introduce him to this type of alcohol, when you mixed said specific cocktail three and a half years ago.
“Hey, Han… boss,” Minho starts then and when you watch him catch a glimpse of Jisung, it feels as if the men are communicating on another level again. Just as they did yesterday. As if they’re reading each other’s minds, already two steps ahead.
“Yeah?”
“What was that look on your face earlier?” he asks, putting his glass away as it lands on the table with a small thud.
“What look?” Jisung chuckles. God. He’s the worst liar on this planet.
“When I helped Y/N,” Minho explains.
You can feel your pulse increasing, for some reason you enjoy the way they’re talking about you and what happened a few minutes ago. It was an innocent encounter after all, but it has made your head all dizzy and you’re sure it’s not from the alcohol. You barely drank anything and had way too much greasy food to get tipsy that easily.
“What do you mean?” Jisung shyly giggles.
“I– don’t play pretend, you know exactly what I mean,” Minho scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Is Jisung perhaps jealous? Although, this would contradict his opinion from yesterday.
Unless…
“Hm, I saw you blushing,” the older one adds and you can’t get the idea out of your mind that there might be more to it and that Minho isn’t playing with Jisung but with you instead, as if they are a well coordinated team. A team that reads each other's minds and influences your own.
And then you connect the dots.
An important factor crosses your mind—Jisung’s view on openness about sleeping with others but only when it comes to you. The way his gaze met Minho’s yesterday when he introduced you to him. His general tolerance of his best friend being so close to you, complimenting you, touching you.
It seems as if Jisung is getting some advantages from this whole constellation as well. As if the imagination of someone else being intimate with you makes his heart beat race a little faster.
“Jisung do you… get aroused by the idea of someone else fucking me?” you decide to ask now, totally straightforward.
The man in question hides his embarrassment behind another of those faux giggles and a curtain of blush, unable to react to your honest question.
“He’s a little twisted, kitten. But he’s got a completely logical explanation for everything,” Minho says.
Jisung takes a deep breath. You won’t judge him for his sexual preferences, will you? After all, most explorations he’s made in his life have been with you and he’s very aware that you tend to experiment as well, not caring if something differs from societal standards.
“I do,” Jisung continues, “another man flirting with you, thinking about fucking you or even doing it means I’ve got taste.”
And that fucking mischevious smirk he adds to his sentence.
You’ve never witnessed so much confidence carried by one man.
The idea captures every thought that’s running around in your head. Grabbing all the attention and focus you have. You’ve never speculated a lot about it—since Jisung told you about his whole view on open relationships and infidelity, you assumed it was solely based on all the trust he has in you. But it seems as if there's more to it, a side that he profits from.
Are both men bringing up the topic now because they…
No. You can’t ask that. It’s too weird, isn’t it?
But you want to know, no, you need to know if that’s something that’s on their wishlists.
“So… you guys… have you–“
“What’s on your mind, kitten?”
Fuck. You feel awful about it but Minho’s words instantly send arousal straight down to your core.
The sexual tension is already taking up the whole room anyway. There’s no going back, no exit.
“Have you… Jisung… thought about the idea of Minho and me?”
You tilt your head towards him now and, God—at the look of one of the corners of his mouth slightly rising up, you can sense your heartbeat gaining speed so quickly.
“Depends on which idea you're referring to,” he teases, brushing over his upper teeth with his tongue.
“I–“
“Don’t be shy,” the man on your other side encourages you.
Fuck it.
“You’ve thought about Minho fucking me, haven’t you?”
Jisung scratches the back of his head, pretending to be all shy again. “Possibly. A few times, yeah. Is this weird or making you uncomfortable?”
“No– not at all, if I’m honest,” you confess.
There’s surprise all over his face and when you peek at Minho again, the older one’s eyes tell you that it's exactly what he’s been expecting. Despite not knowing you for that long, Minho can judge you quite well from all of Jisung’s stories. And, God, he feels like the worst best friend ever but he would be lying if he said he hasn’t imagined your pretty body crumbled underneath him before.
“So… let’s say… if I suggested it, you wouldn’t be completely opposed to it?” Jisung continues.
You chuckle. “I can’t deny that Minho is very handsome.”
That’s pure honesty again. It’s what you thought when you first saw him yesterday, that he’s one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your life. You want to stay connected to the last rational part of your brain, but you have to admit that the idea of Minho and you has crossed your mind before. As crazy and as wild as it sounds, considering you just met him twenty four hours ago.
But you trust him since Jisung trusts him with his whole life.
“Yeah, kitten, we all agree with you here,” Minho adds and you can see Jisung roll his eyes, “but the important question is—would you let me fuck you?”
“Yeah… I would… but, Sungie,” you turn towards the other man now, “are you really alright with that?”
“One hundred percent. It’s your body.”
“What he wants to say,” Minho begins again, “as long as he can watch and give instructions, you’re gonna fulfill one of his darkest desires.”
“Okay.”
“What’s your colour, princess? We won’t start until you give full consent.”
“Nephrite,” you say, alluding to the green necklace.
For more comfort, the three of you relocate this encounter to the bedroom.
You wait for Jisung’s first instructions, just how he announced it, feeling your whole body heating up by the anticipation. For any non-existing outside party this constellation may seem unusual but for some reason it feels like the most natural thing ever.
“Kiss him, baby.”
Before you’re able to execute the instruction, Minho already grabs your jaw and pulls your face towards him. But he doesn’t align his lips with yours, he’s waiting for you to complete this first step.
It’s rough. Passionate. Sensual. All of it, you name it. Minho is a great kisser, you can tell after just a few seconds. He doesn’t hesitate to invite your tongue in, entangling it with his own as if you’ve done this a thousand times with him before. Fuck. He consumes you. Every thought and breath of yours.
You hear footsteps, indicating Jisung is coming closer, as he chuckles to himself—enjoying every moment of this excellent view dedicated to him.
“Princess, is it alright if he touches you?” he tests the water then and you breathe out an exhausted ‘yes’ to which Minho just smirks. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer until your breasts crash into his chest and for a second it feels as if you can feel his hardened bulge press against your crotch.
Wow. He must want this just as much as you and Jisung.
“Touch me, Min,” you encourage him, knowing exactly what gets him and your man going.
Minho’s hands wander upwards, cupping and squeezing your tits through Jisung’s baggy shirt and he chuckles a little when he realises you must have put off your bra already, whenever this happened.
You’re still passionately making out with him and Jisung watches, taking in every detail of your lips moving against those of his best friend. Fuck. This is a million times better than his imagination about this exact moment.
“Take off your clothes, princess,” he instructs when he notices Minho and you getting impatient, ready for more.
The older one lets go of you for a second and you grab the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head.
“Beautiful,” Minho breathes out, when he takes a closer look at your naked tits. He copies your movements then, undressing his upper body—his chest is filled with lots of tattoos, similar to Jisung and you find a few that are identical to the latter.
Jisung gestures at your remaining clothes, “Come on, put on a good show for both him and me, yeah?”
You do as you’re told, sensually and painfully slowly taking off both your skirt and underwear, presenting your curves to the men in front of you.
“Go on, Minho, she’s all yours,” Jisung announces when he sees his best friend zoning out while ogling your naked body.
“You sure?”
“One hundred percent,” Jisung assures him.
Minho turns towards you again, searching for any sign of doubts on your face.
“You sure too, kitten?”
You chuckle, before throwing your arms around his neck.
“What are you waiting for?”
Minho’s lips smash into your own and in the blink of an eye, one of his hands is wandering down your sides. When arriving on your ass, he squeezes your soft flesh tightly, smirking against your mouth when he hears you moan.
Just when you’re about to regain some kind of power over your mind—it doesn’t help that Jisung is standing behind you now, fully dressed, placing kisses on your neck and shoulder—Minho guides his hand between your thighs.
It’s a little humiliating standing between both men while being completely naked as they are either half or fully dressed but for some unexplainable reason it just excites you more, lets arousal pool between your legs.
Minho’s fingers are between your wet folds now and he once again chuckles when he feels you being so soaked just from kissing and a few touches. One could argue who gains the most from this unusual situation.
But there’s simply no time to question anything—certainly not, when Minho finds your sensitive nub, drawing satisfying circles around it before one of his fingers pushes into your entrance.
“Fuck– good–“ you let out, deciding against holding back any longer.
“You can take it, princess,” Jisung reassures you from behind and you nod, allowing the other one to take the lead.
Minho is stretching you nicely, spreading your pussy walls with two fingers by now. Pumping in and out of you, he sends pleasurable waves through your veins, waiting for you to snap and let go. After all, you’re already pathetically close. He can tell from the way you’re clenching around him.
“Baby,” Jisung whispers in between kisses, “you’re so good for us. Such a good girl.”
Jisung’s clothed erection is poking into you from behind and you wonder how long he will be able to withstand touching you or being touched.
“Kitten, you’re so tight and wet, hm?”
Your attention is fully on the man in front of you again—on the way he’s thrusting his digits into you, already filling you so deliciously with only his fingers.
“Whenever you’re ready, yeah?” Jisung reassures you.
A few more seconds and you’re coming undone, your liquids coating Minho’s fingers. He pulls them out a little later, keeping his gaze fixated on your fucked out face, as he licks them clean.
“Baby, you’re alright?” Jisung asks.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect.”
Both men chuckle and the younger guides you towards the bed.
“What’s your colour?”
“As green as Levanter.”
Jisung is amused about your creativity, he must admit.
“Minho, on top of her.”
The loyal right hand man he is, Minho follows his boss’s order, positioning himself where he is supposed to. The weight of the mattress shifts, as you see his knees dip into it right at your sides.
Minho is hard. Painfully hard. You can tell by observing the tent in his sweatpants. It seems uncomfortable. Well. Not for too long anymore.
At least not, when Jisung instructs him to take off the rest of his clothing. God. He enjoys that a little too much. This is the utmost level of control he’s ever had and the fact you’re obeying all his wishes sends an exciting sensation straight to his cock. He’s almost as hard as Minho but it’s not his turn yet.
“Don’t be too gentle with her, Minho,” is the last thing the man behind you says, before the one above you aligns his throbbing length with your entrance.
You spread your legs for him, allowing Minho to take the lead and he pushes just the tip in first. Once you’re adjusted to him—he’s just a little bigger than Jisung but they’re both above average nonetheless—he starts thrusting into you, still a little careful and slowly.
“Just toss her around, she likes to be manhandled, right?” Jisung chuckles behind you.
This is all Minho needs and in an instant you can see pure lust fill his eyes, as he pulls his cock out of you again. He grabs you by the waist and spins you around, as you land on your stomach. You get on your hands and knees now, knowing exactly what view Jisung desires.
“Fuck–“ you cry out, when Minho pushes into you again, this time all at once and in the blink of an eye, he’s at a steady pace, the movements a lot rougher now.
“Isn’t that right, baby? Haven’t you asked me to do that so many times? Just take you as I please, hm?” Jisung adds when he observes your helpless figure.
If you’re honest, you’ve lost count of how many times you allowed him to take full control. Not just since he’s a part of your life again, even back in college.
But then again, it’s so fucking hard to focus on anything right now, when Minho’s length is pumping into you at that speed and Jisung’s eyes are pinning you to the mattress.
“You’re putting words in my mouth, Sungie,” you bluff.
“I can also put something else in your mouth, princess,” he says. Jisung is palming his cock through his pants. Fuck. His initial idea was just to watch you and maybe fuck your brains out later when you’re alone with him.
But he’s underestimated this whole situation a lot. He fears that he’s unable to withstand any longer.
Especially, when you speak your next words.
“Fuck– What are you waiting for, huh?”
His clothes land on the floor then, revealing his full naked body, as his cock springs free. You seriously have no idea what to focus on—the way Jisung is so desperate, in need of some relief, or the way his best friend is taking you from behind, brushing over that spot from time to time.
“Tsk– you’re such a brat today, hm?”
Jisung grabs your jaw, as he takes another step towards you. His other hand is stroking his length, guiding it towards your mouth, as he taps the tip against your lips. You part them, allowing him. Starting with a long stripe along his shaft, you keep your eyes on his, waiting for any last instructions.
“Princess, let me help you, yeah?”
You nod eagerly and Jisung starts bucking his hips into your mouth, deciding to take the lead here. You’re too fucked out thanks to his best friend anyway, in need for a little help. Saliva is running down your chin, as you’re drooling all over his cock. His hand makes sure to grip the back of your head, allowing him to fully face-fuck you.
You moan against him, choking a little when he hits your gag reflex oh so slightly. Fuck. You look ethereal this way. Like a fucking goddess.
“Baby, you’re so good for us, hm?”
You allow both men to take full control over your body—physically and mentally. Minho’s rhythmic motions are bringing you close, dangerously close, to your second relief and you can already sense the rope in your lower stomach tightening.
“How’s she still so tight, Ji? Are you not fucking her enough?” Minho provokes, when he once again feels you clenching around his cock, sucking his length in as if your cunt just can’t get enough of him—just like your mouth, still busy pleasuring Jisung in front of you.
“Shut the fuck up, Minho, and make her cum,” Jisung instructs.
The other man brings two fingers between your legs, as he starts massaging your clit. No holding back anymore. That’s it.
Fireworks are blinding your vision, as your whole body shakes, legs spasm with no end, as you cream all over Minho’s cock. Your pretty moans are drowned out by Jisung’s length but he doesn’t mind—it’s just driving him closer to his own climax.
A few moments later, he pulls himself out of you, grabbing your jaw again to make you look at him. You’re overwhelmed but you can’t get enough. You’d let them pleasure your body all night long.
That’s why you allow Jisung to cum all over your face, just how you prefer, as you stick out your tongue for him. God. You still look the prettiest like that.
As if it’s some type of chain reaction, Minho gets triggered by your walls hugging him tighter and at the last second, he pulls out of you and spins you around again. Squeezing his cock, his seeds spill all over your tits and he cries out your name until he’s milked himself completely empty.
A fucking masterpiece.
“Thank you for this, princess,” Jisung whispers, dropping to his knees as he places a soft kiss on your forehead. He tastes himself but he doesn’t mind. Minho is softly massaging your thighs, watching you regain a little bit of strength.
All of a sudden, a noise startles you, the sound of the doorbell shrilling through the apartment.
“Who’s that?” Minho asks, since no one is expecting any guests.
“I’ll have a look, take care of Y/N, okay?” Jisung announces, before he puts on a bathrobe and walks towards the door as he heads to the entrance of the apartment.
You can hear a clicking sound and steps echoing, revealing someone is inside now and that's when a somewhat louder conversation starts but you can’t identify any of the words.
“Shh, don’t worry. The boss will take care of whatever is going on, yeah? Let me help you feel a little more comfortable again, okay?”
You nod and allow Minho to clean you. A warm wet towel comes in contact with your skin and faster than expected, he puts you in some of Jisung’s clothes and hands you a glass of water. Minho demands that you chug down all of the liquid, watching every move you make.
“THESE. FUCKING. BASTARDS,” Jisung’s yells are very audible now.
His voice is suddenly so loud and close, the two must be in the living room. Another man, who you make out to be Hyunjin, replies something but you can’t comprehend what he says.
“Beomgyu and Wooyoung?! Are they okay?” the boss adds.
“Yeah, Heeseung is taking care of them,” you hear Hyunjin a little clearer now.
Minho—despite being distracted by the noise coming from the living room—softly strokes your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. He carefully brushes over your cheek with the back of his hand, sending you a warm smile.
The other two men enter the bedroom then. Jisung is visibly in an overwrought state, thoughts scattered all over the place like a big pile of mess. Hyunjin follows him. His eyes are glassy, shock really obvious from what happened a few minutes ago downstairs and there’s a small wound on his nose.
“Sorry to interrupt your little tea party, but something happened,” Hyunjin says.
He observes the odd scene as if this isn’t his first time witnessing a constellation like this. The right hand man in bed with the boss’s lover, the bathrobe that’s hugging Jisung’s figure indicating he was part of this ensemble a few moments ago.
“What happened, Hyun?” Minho asks now, still sitting close to you. He’s got his arm around you, holding you near.
“A rival gang that we’re at war with… they stole a bunch of our stuff and beat up a few of our guys,” the tall one reports.
“Fuck…”
“Yeah. It’s kinda a lot. A few kilograms of cocaine, speed and other supplies, you know. Lots of cash, too,” the man with the rose coloured hair explains, his thoughts all over the place.
“The necklace.” Jisung’s voice suddenly increases by a thousand decibel. “Where’s the fucking necklace, Hwang?”
“Boss, I–“
“One simple question. Is that so hard to answer?”
There’s a thin layer of sweat on Hyunjin’s forehead, still visibly anxious by both the scolding and the situation he’s just been through. Fuck. That must have been frightening. You can imagine—the men sitting in the headquarters, having some beers and playing some games until a rival group of criminals threatens them with guns pointing at them.
“They… took the necklace with them,” Hyunjin admits.
Jisung takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes, as you watch his tongue wet both his lips before his jaw clenches. You’ve never seen him this furious and you feel a little bad about the fact it arouses you so much.
Fuck.
Well, anyway.
What will happen now? That’s a bunch of stuff plus the necklace that the boss calls his most precious treasure—well, besides you of course.
“What’s the plan, Ji?” Minho seems to speak what no one dares to ask.
“Get everything ready, yeah? We’re gonna start tomorrow, once the sun is down.”
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bygiornogiovanna · 10 months
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Idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are I have something I’ve been think about for a bit now,,,
How about HCs for the bucciarati gang where the gang is teasing the member about reader but he denies it to get them to stop their constant teases (even though it’s obvious their in love with them) and reader hears it (because they walked into the room or something) and become sad/sulky and ignores them as a result like basically how each member would react to that!
If you can that would be awesome! I’ve become so obsessed with your writing so please continue writing for as long as it makes you happy cause I guarantee it brightens other people’s days as well! 💖
Facade (Bucci gang x gn! reader hcs)
in which they are being teased about liking you...
bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, leone abbacchio // i currently have no idea what to write for mista, fugo nor narancia, please, give me ideas in the comments.
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"Come on, man, just admit you like them!" Trish laughed and a sigh escaped past his lips. The man felt like one of the veins in his neck was about to pop. He despised being teased about his feelings towards you. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding them, but apparently, the whole gang knew except, well...you.
"No! I don't like them at all, shut up! We were, we are and we will always be only friends!" He yelled and, when he turned around to leave, he felt like his world was going to crumble. You were standing right there and the look on your face said everything: What you just heard completely broke your heart.
Without saying a word, you turned and left, and, from then on, everything went down the hill. You either ignored him for weeks or when you spoke to him, only a blunt coldness was showed in your voice.
☆Bruno Bucciarati☆
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Bruno felt his heart break every time you looked at him with such hatred...Well, at least on the times you looked at him. Because yes, there went weeks without you sparing him a glance;
And all of that because his friends just couldn't keep their mouths shut. That, and because he was too much of a coward to admit the fact that he did like you;
Bruno went from looking like the most put-together man to looking like one of those homeless people. Big, dark circles could be seen around his eyes from all the sleepless nights he had been thinking about how can he fix this. His hair was a mess. Wait, scratch that...He was a mess;
He decided he couldn't keep going with this facade and that you two needed to discuss it. You were adults now. You had to communicate;
Even if it wasn't at easy to do as it was to say, he abused the fact that he was the boss of the team you were in and called you into his office because of a "mission" he had to assign you;
"Are you going to tell me the mission, or do I have to sit here forever?" you spat five minutes after stepping into his office. "Take a seat, please," he said calmly;
"Tell me the mission." you insisted, and he sighed. "Sit down first." Bruno countered, and you rolled your eyes. The faster you did what he said, the quicker you would leave. The more you sat and looked at him, the harder it was for you to not let your tears flow, his words clear as fresh water in your head;
"There is no mission. We need to talk." The moment you heard that, you wanted to get up. "At listen to me, please." His voice sounded so...pained. You sighed and sat back down, a quiet way of telling him you were going to listen to him;
"Look, I know that the situation I put you in a few weeks ago was a painful one, hearing your friend say they don't like you at all...It is a pretty difficult thing to manage. I wish to say...It was all a big misunderstanding. I-" You raised a brow at that, your soft voice interrupting him;
"You mean that saying you indirectly hate me is all a misunderstanding?";
"Yes! I wasn't saying that I hate you...I was saying that I don't like you in...that way." You opened your mouth to talk back again, and he raised his hand to stop you. "Before you comment, let me finish. I was lying when I said I don't like you. I love you, Y/N. I was just scared of you not...feeling the same. And I know my friends, they can't keep quiet when they know something.";
You stared at him wide-eyed. No words were coming out of your mouth and only now you noticed the absolutely horrible state he was in. You don't think you've ever seen Bruno this stressed;
"I really...don't know what to say, Bruno. I'm sorry for reacting how I did, I just...I thought you hated me. And it broke my heart knowing the one I'm in love with hates me." You admitted and he gave you the same stare you just gave him;
"You mean you like me back?!"
☆Giorno Giovanna☆
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Giorno had no idea what to do for you to forgive him;
He was never good with expressing his love and gratitude for others, and he was especially worse at it when it came to you;
The day he met you was the day his world was turned upside down. He was ready to do anything it took for you to love him back, but it seemed that all his effort was crushed after his little outburst;
Everytime he tried pulling you away from the rest to talk to you, to explain you why he said that, to apologize, you gave him the cold shoulder. And, with every cold, unamused gaze you gave him, his heart shattered;
Unlike Bruno, he couldn't just make you come to him. The only thing he could do was sit and watch you from afar. Sit and watch how pretty you looked when you laughed during those weeks, but it was never with him;
"Please, just look at me" was his thought every time you avoided his begging eyes. Quietly, Giorno begged you to look at him. To forgive him. And he never begged;
His only option was writing you letter. He wrote, and he wrote. The blonde poured his feelings and his explanations that you refused to listen to into words on a paper and slipped them into your purse, disguised as a ladybug;
He only knew that you read them when you showed up at his door at one in the morning, messy hair and teary-eyed. No words were spoken between the two of you, but you both understood what each other meant;
You crashed your body into his and he was there to catch you. He was there. And he will always be there for you, to soothe your pain, even if he was the cause;
As you sobbed into his arms, emotions overwhelming you, he rubbed your back and planted a kiss on your head. There were no words needed anymore, the two souls of yours were connected into one as both of you acknowledged and realized your feelings for each other;
"Now you finally know I love you more than anything in this world, tesoro."
☆Leone Abbacchio☆
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Abbacchio hated you. He really did;
He hated the way you made him feel love for the first time in years. He hated the way he loved your smile. The way he cherished every moment spent with you. He hated how he was always there, watching your every move, but not daring to step in. He hated the way you never backed away from him, the way you always searched for him and considered his opinions. And he absolutely loathed the way he was craving your presence;
Ever since that little...incident, should we call it, happened, it was like he was invisible again. You didn't even look at him, let alone talk or be near him the way you were before;
He wanted to curse at you, at his so-said friends who brought this upon him. It was only their fault, if they only knew when was time to shut the fuck up, he wouldn't be in this shitty situation. But, most of all, he wanted to curse at himself. For being such a coward and never admitting his feelings for you to himselft, let alone others;
And right now, for the second time in his life, Leone was desperate;
The only solution he had was drowning himself in alcohol. The substance he was so used to was his only solution to end his despair. He thought that, if he couldn't think, you would leave his mind;
But oh, how wrong he was. He found himself thinking even more about you. It's like you were stuck in his head, exactly like the roots of his hair were;
That's exactly why he was there, in front if your house, desperately knocking at three o'clock in the morning, desperately seeking you;
Annoyed by the never-ending sound of knocking on your door, you opened the door to your house, wondering who could it be at this hour. However, you certainly didn't expect seeing your usually stoic teammate, drunk and with such a look on his face;
"A-Abbacchio?! What are you doing here?" you asked and were met with silence. Pure, cold silence;
Without saying a word, he pulled you into his body, and this was the first time ever since you met him that he hugged you. Even if he didn't say anything, you somehow understood everything;
The silence was now comforting and, even if you had no clear explanation, you didn't exactly care at that moment. You could speak tomorrow, now, you just enjoyed his warmth;
"I love you, Y/N."
the queen of angst lmao
hope you liked it anon <3
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thewebcomicsreview · 2 months
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Homestuck 2 updated early this month, and we're Yiffy now. It's a Valentine's Day miracle!
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Yiffy was one of the most interesting characters in HS2, because literally everyone treated her like shit constantly. Jade's giving her daughter a smooch but also Jade sent her off to a boarding school explicitly because she was embarrassing to acknowledge and also Jade named her child Yiffy Longstocking on a joke and never bothered to change it. In the epilogues, Rose acknowledged that nothing in Candy was "real" and she was joining the rebellion basically for the luls, and one some level Jade and Rose don't think Yiffy is a real three-quarters-human person, and I think they think of her more like an OC in a game they like.
Well, that was my read of HS2, lets see how HSBC handles her.
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Oh, this visual is great. Kanaya is so pissed off she's turning into the Ancestor art style in real time. She also kind of looks like Batman, here.
No doubt if your POSSE OF PUBESCENT PUNKS back at school could see you now they'd throw up laughing.
I am suddenly way more interested in Yiffy's gang than I am in half the HS1 cast. What kids join a gang led by a dog girl named Yiffy Longstocking?
Engineering that reprieve might be just about the only real solid your no-show non-mom has ever actually bothered to do for you.
Oh thank christ, there was a part of me worried that Yiffy wouldn't resent her parents for being the second-worst parents in HS2. This is the most interesting thing in the sequels, I think.
TAVVY: ,,, And also, everyone knows you exist now,,, instead of just me,,, TAVVY: And our moms
TAVVY: Wow,,,! YIFFY: TAVVY: You know, i was almost kidnapped,,, once,,, TAVVY: My mom removed the window, after that, TAVVY: Which, um, sucked, TAVVY: Though, i guess you'd know, uh, about that,,,
Oh, interesting. Tavvy knew about Yiffy this whole time? Actually, this and Yiffy's description of him via narration earlier imply they grew up together. I guess that makes sense, since he's Jane's kid and Jade inexplicably put Jane in charge of Yiffy, but he never told Vrissy about her secret sister? That's a bit fucked up, dude. Yiffy's not saying anything (and I hope she doesn't for a long time, until she has something meaningful to say), but her text color is Dave's red, even though she's not related to Dave. Or she is and HSBC is going to retcon HS2's most hated plot point somehow.
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Pepis
Look at this ARRANT BEAVIS double fisting those cans of pop
"ARRANT BEAVIS" is a great Homestuckism
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The Sylph has been slow boiling, you can tell.
Interesting that Yiffy refers to Kanaya as "The Sylph". I don't know what else she'd call her, I suppose, but Yiffy of all people being the one to mention Classpect is odd.
You've only been around this earth for 15 years, but it's a self-evident fact that there are no useful authorities. Gifted with unimaginable power, their concern only stretches so far as to manhandle those dependent on them, and tangles into ineffectual deadlock the instant it meets a challenge worth addressing. Potential killed for the sake of comfort. True kindness is real, but only for those that bare teeth and break skin. Why should these disingenuous, bystanding, spineless, SELFISH adults get anything they want?
Fuck yes, Yiffy hates all the HS1 characters. I've been hoping for this, she has more beef with them all than even Tavros, and it's a bit of Vriska energy this comic has needed that neither actually Vriska really provides.
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Yiffy being the best thing about HS2 was maybe a hot take before, but hopefully it isn't now. She's great.
JADE: and of course you arent obligated to ever forgive me but... i dont want to lose you too! JADE: i love you kanaya JADE: youre my family KANAYA: You Fucked My Wife
This is the best update in the entire comic.
KANAYA: And Though That Travesty Of A Name Is Undoubtedly An Incomprehensibly Offensive Piece Of This Particular Puzzle KANAYA: What I See Is Not An Explanation KANAYA: But A Glossing Over Of The Worst Detail ROSE: Jane.
Yeah, HS2 kind of glossed over Rose/Jade putting TrumpHitler in charge of their literal child. I could copy/paste this whole conversation but basically Kanaya is pointing out that there's like fifty plot holes in Yiffy's backstory and it makes no fucking sense at all and are they going to retcon her to being Jade/Dave's ecto-kid?
ROSE: You've managed to exhume the solemn cadaver of my mother's memory and make her the star of another argument. KANAYA: As If You Ever Bothered To Bury Her ROSE: What does this have to do with anything!? KANAYA: What I Am Doing Is Demonstrating That I Have No Intention To Mediate This Situation KANAYA: Or Pacify It KANAYA: Or Even Be A Little Bit Nice Right Now KANAYA: So Perhaps Youll Actually Take Me Seriously For Once
This is the well-earned sass we've been waiting for since Yiffy's reveal.
ROSE: But more than anything else, I took her up on it because it felt oddly ROSE: inevitable. ROSE: Anyways, ROSE: Deep down, I knew it didn’t matter. ROSE: However we handled it. ROSE: Whatever hurt we caused. ROSE: It was never that serious.
Man, I'm glad that I'm live-blogging and put my read of the situation up as I went because I fucking called it. Yes! I am capable of retaining information when I read instead of staring at the screen slack-jawed.
ROSE: I knew you would forgive me. KANAYA: Rose KANAYA: When Did You Stop Trying JADE: yeah rose!!!!! JADE: what the fuck!!!!
Oh shit, Candy Rose is evil?
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JADE: b-but i just dont want things to get even worse!!!!!! KANAYA: Then stop pretending that my feelings are top priority KANAYA: AND TRY BEING HONEST FOR ONCE JADE: WHAT DOES IT EVEN MATTER!!!!!!! KANAYA: Excuse Me? JADE: you heard me! JADE: you were wronged kanaya! JADE: the truth cant change that JADE: saying it just fucking hurts more JADE: what does that accomplish? JADE: its so embarrassing, would you even get it if i had?
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JADE: you have no idea what its like out there JADE: how traumatizing dating regular citizens was JADE: imagine trying to love someone who already knows every available detail about you JADE: who has *opinions* on what happened to you as a child JADE: who assumes youre indestructible JADE: newsflash it fucking sucks!!!!!!! because no matter how nice they were JADE: they didnt want to know me JADE: they wanted to date the god of space
I have no notes, this is great and I'm thrilled everyone is mad now.
JADE: so everyone could lecture me again on how "bad" my "boundaries" are? ROSE: (I did that one time.) JADE: you want bad boundaries JADE: do you know how many people would be waiting outside public bathrooms to talk to me about their problems? JADE: this one guy randomly started apologizing because they cooked their hamster in the microwave! JADE: and they looked so sad... i had to hug them and say it was ok JADE: but it was not ok! JADE: they murdered their hamster! Rose: Ugh... JADE: and their other hamster killed itself KANAYA: JADE JADE: out of loneliness!!!!!
What the fuck, this is amazing.
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The art here is great, by the way.
JADE: millions of people told me they loved me JADE: but i was never a real person to them JADE: i couldn't let that happen to yiffy too KANAYA: What JADE: i had to save her kanaya! JADE: give her the chance to grow up as a normal kid with a normal life
Jade she's half-dog and she's named Yiffy Fucking Longstocking, that ship has sailed. How are people not going to know she's your child?
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Oh, okay. She wears a hat. Sure.
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This art is so good!
KANAYA: Even If I Didnt Want Her KANAYA: She Was Already Here
*Makes a note in my "ominous foreshadowing lines journal*
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What. Why does Jade have a Frankenstein in her inventory? What's that about?
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And that was the update. Honestly? Banger, easily the best HSBC update yet. I could, and if I didn't have DnD in five minutes perhaps would (and perhaps still will!) write a whole essay on this. Phenomenal. A+
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preciousethings · 20 days
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Rating: 18+
Summary: Your neighbour hood best friend invited you to stay at the Millers, what could be so bad about staying with someone you have known since high school? How could a late-night swim change everything?
| Jealousy: 🧸 | Angst: ⛓️ | Smut: ⚜️ | Fluff: 🤍 |
Word count: 2,7807
CW: Dom!Joel, Sub!Reader, Basically Porn, Chocking, daddy!k!ink (if you squint), Pet Names, Praise!k!nk, Degration!kInk, Metions Of Physical@buse, Sir!k!nk, Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it kids), Breeding!k!nk (if you squint), Porn With Mild Plot... Let me know if I forgot anything, thank you all and I love you!
A/N: Some parts feel rushed but I hope you enjoy it overall! P.S. I decided to just make this a oneshot instead of a small shitty seires and I got some people saying that they couldn't find some of them and I think that's for the best for this one.
Pairing: DBF/BSFD!Joel Miller X f!reader (No outbreak) (Joel is 40 and Reader is 21)
“I told you I can go to my aunt's place for the break,” “and I told you my dad insisted, he wouldn’t want you to spend summer break alone,” she cocked her perfectly shaped brow. “Sarah, I have known your dad for the longest time, and I know he wouldn’t. I just don’t want to be a bother,” I huff as the cruel heat of Dallas fills my lungs. “You? A bother? Never, he adores you, maybe a bit too much but I mean he enjoys the company, just make an old man happy,” she tucked a blonde lock behind her ear. “Okay, I mean I guess it’s better than staying with Aunt Marry in San Antonio,” “you got that right,” she scoffed.
Spending summer with a hot Joel Miller, not how I choose to spend my time relaxing. How can I even relax when he is strutting around the house in those tight shirts that stick to his muscular body as a light layer of sweat coats his skin? I down the last of my beer as Sarah stood from the pool. 
“Hey, guess who is coming over?” She asked in a whisper, “well if you’re whispering, I guess your dad won’t like them,” I look up from my tilted shades.
“Just guess,” “who?” “The whole gang,” she hummed to herself. “There is no way everyone is in town by coincidence, you set this up,” I said in more of a statement than a question shifting in my seat. “You would have said no if I told you Mitchy was coming,” I hate when she put aside my feelings to please others, just for her own pleasure at times... “Yeah, no shit Sarah-” 
“Hey girls, there are some boys looking for you” his deep voice drew my eyes from an irritated Sarah. 
“They aren’t my guest now are they?” “It’s okay, I got it,” she hopped up, rushing past Joel “so I take it you didn’t really want to be here huh?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “No, I mean yes I did, I do. I just didn’t think she would invite people who don’t treat us like people to spend the break with,” I scoff, staring at the pool...
“I can tell them to leave if you want,” he said sitting in the empty chair next to me “god no, she would kill us both for doing that,” “I really am glad you came to stay with us even if Sarah just wants to hang out with other people,” he said with a soft smile that warms my body, shaking it off as I quickly stand.
"You okay?” “Yeah, just need another beer,” I groaned, walking through the sliding doors. I want to say that I wish I had stayed at the dorms, but a small part of me knows I can’t stay away from him.
“Hey, long time no see,” his voice interrupted my thoughts. “Hey Mitchel, yeah, it’s been a long time,” “so I just wanted to say-” “Save it, please I just want to relax and enjoy the Sun,” I held the neck of the beer bottle with a death grip. 
“Hey, I was just trying to be nice,” he held his hands up in defence.
“Why are you even here, Mitch?” I scoff, tilting my head. “Sarah invited me, and last time I remembered this is her house, not yours, but Sarah is the one who sent me over here, so if you want to be mad, be mad at her,” he scoffed, turning on his heels.
The thought of Sarah doing this to you again hurt, but not as much as the reminder that you have no place here.
“So you and Mitchel, huh?” His eyes piercing through me as if he knew what set me off. “What?” “I saw you and Wright's boy talkin’ so I thought you know, y’all were a thing,” was it the beer or could you see a small glint of jealousy in his eyes? No, it couldn’t be, he is too good for you.
“No, Sarah might have said that, but we are not a thing,” I plopped myself down on to my now warm tanning chair. “Oh,” is all he said before standing and walking away. 
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The sun had set hours ago, but the heat hasn’t let up. The water of the pool shining through my window catches my eye, the thought of swimming sounds so perfect right now. I slowly open the door to keep the quiet night at bay, I leave my door ajar as I see a small light from Joel’s tv shining from under his door.
It was easy to sneak past the doors and through the quiet house to the sliding doors that led to the pool that had been calling my name. I quickly discard my small shorts and crop v-neck, slowly stepping into the water, letting out a soft groan at the cooling water around my heated skin.
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A swift movement caught my attention as I sank deeper into the water, I scanned my window slowly, moving over to the window next to it.
Joel’s window. And boy was that a sight to see, he was jerking off. He was pounding into his hand as his head was thrown back and mouth agape...
Without thinking, my hand snaked down my body to the waistband of my panties. The sight was so beautiful. I wonder what he sounded like, what he tasted like, how he would feel on my tongue...
Fuck, I wonder what he looks like coming undone. As if he could hear my thoughts, he turned more to the window, shooting his load in three long ropes. His head hanging low as he clenched his fist on his beautiful body.
I lowly moan, dragging my finger over my sensitive bud, drawing fast circles. My release begging to crash through my body.
"Fuck..” I gasp, resting my head on the side of the pool “fuck me,” I shudder, eyes rolling to the back of my head as the thought of his strong hands running over my body, owning my body, making me cum in so many ways that I have never even thought of “shit,” I cried out, orgasm taking over.
I ride out my high slowly, opening my eyes, seeing a small shadow where Joel had stood now closer to the window...
Shit. Shit. Shit.
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Rushing out of the pool, collecting my clothes, and quickly drying myself off. Scurrying up the stairs as quietly as I can to avoid talking to Joel, who I watched jerk off, who I came undone to at the thought of his hands on me...
I close the door just in time, hearing his door across the hall open slightly, mumbling something as he shut it once again... I. Am. Screwed.
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The bright sun shining through the window, beaming onto my face makes me groan, rolling over onto my stomach. “Shit.” The clock on the nightstand reminded me that I have to face the man of my dreams and now nightmares...
I drag myself down the stairs, groaning at the smell of sweetness coming from the kitchen. “Hey, dad left for work already so I thought I would make us some breakfast before meeting up with the guys” “the guy’s?” “Yeah... Zoe, Carter, and Mitchel,” she said so calmly, flipping the pancake. 
“No, I am not going. My plan is to unwind and have some peace and quiet. I will not find that spending my precious time with my ex and the one he cheated on me with!” I slam my fist on the kitchen table. 
“look, I am sorry-” “No you’re not, just go have fun. I’ll be fine by myself,” I huff, taking a beer from the fridge “I always am,” I muttered in search of the bottle opener.
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Three beers in I decided to let my feeling get in the way... Having felt bad for drinking almost all of Joel’s cold beverages, I have found myself in a quiet bar and it isn’t even 4 PM...
“Look darlin’, you can keep drinking or go home but you can’t stay here,” he said with a thicker southern accent “I thought I was your favorite customer Sean,” “you are, because you know your limit and I think you are trying to get passed that right now but I can’t have you drinking and driving sweetness,” he laughed throwing a towel on his shoulder. “Lucky for you I’m walking,” I give a half-hearted smile.
“Fine drink up, we close in 40 minutes after that I will drop you off at home,” “hmm not home, the Millers,” “the Millers? You’re stayin’ at the Millers?” “Yeah, Sarah wanted me to stay,” “you’re still friends with that kid?” “Just because I am a year older than her doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with her,” “that’s not what I mean-” “I know what you mean and we are not gonna talk about it,” I bark at him “yes ma’am,” he scoffed backing away.
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“Okay, pack it up we are out of here,” he said handing me a bottle of water “thank you Sean,” “no need to thank me darlin’, I am here for you and you know that,” he said locking the door. “So does your dad know you’re stayin’ there?” “Sean,” I gave a warning glare “hey I’m just askin’,” “no, he doesn’t and he doesn’t know what happened either so just don’t Sean,” “wow, that’s a lot to keep darlin’,” “yeah you get used to it I guess,” “hey I have known you for your whole life, things like this never happened to you and now you are suddenly so calm and collected. Damn collage really does change you, the 18-year-old you would have raised hell, and I would have loved every second of it,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around me.
The ride is silent, but it feels right. “I hate drinking,” I stare out the window, leaning my head back. “Why?” “It allows my brain to think about things I choose to keep hidden in the back of my mind,” like the fact that I have a hot man across the hall from me and he also caught me watching him come undone. The thought of last night made me cringe.
“Okay, let’s take your mind off of that, how is Dallas? How’s school?” “School is great, umm nothing much there. Dallas I love it, it’s fun and crazy.” 
“Any boyfriend?” “no, no boyfriend,” I scoff, “really?” He made quick glances my way. I searched his face, expecting any sign of mockery, there is none... 
“Yes really, those kids aren’t for me,” “kids? You’re a kid honey,” he laughed “yeah don’t remind me,” “why do you say that?” “I feel much older than I am, like I hang out with all these kids and all they want to do is party and know who is fucking who? And I just-” 
“Want to be alone with some quiet time?” “Yes! And they can even wrap their heads around that,” “look, just don’t worry about it you will have your whole life to be alone with your thoughts,” “no, peace and quiet, my thoughts are not quiet,” I shake my head laughing.
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The car ride is something I needed. To talk to someone who isn’t so self absorbed, so clingy, so Sarah...
“Thank you Sean, I mean it,” “you never have to thank me dear, I enjoyed talkin’ to you,” he said unfastening his seat belt “what are you doing?” “What does it look like I’m doin’? I am goin’ to walk you to the door silly,” he laughed, hopping out the truck.
“Hey, I am here if you ever need me, hell if you ever want to stop by Austin, you know where to find me,” he said before kissing my cheek... Shit, heart don’t do that- and before my brain can process what is going on my body swiftly attaches itself to his.
Catching his lips with mine. “No, we can’t you have been drinkin’,” “I am sober enough Sean,” I gasp feeling his hardening length on my thigh “fuck what are you doin’ to me?” He groaned pushing me through the door. 
“Kissing you,” I say breathlessly, moving to pin his arms above his head, “fuck,” he hissed as I dragged my lips down his neck to his exposed collarbone.
“What the fuck is going on here?” The sound of his heavy boots bounced off the walls, making my heart race. Pushing off of Sean, I fixed my shirt.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t see your truck out there,” “I sent Sarah to go look for you, now again, what is going on here?” He asked with a stern tone, his cocked eyebrow says he wasn’t asking me to tell him.
He was demanding me to tell him why I am in his house with a man I’m pretty sure he has warned me about…
“Hey Joel,” “Sean, I think it’s best if you leave,” “he is my guest Joel, don’t be rude-” 
“Are you drunk?” He spat, taking a step closer.
“That is not the point here and I’m not that drunk, I am fine.” “You knew she was drinking and yet you still came here with her?” 
“Well-” 
“He was giving me a ride home because your daughter took off with her little friends, so I went walking to the bar and he gave me a ride Joel this is all on me not him,” I said making him huff.
“Come on Sean, I’ll walk you out,” I put my hand on his wrist pulling him towards me. Closing the door with a sigh. 
“Sorry about that-” “Look I know we had something going on back then and I would love to act on it but I have known that man for most of my life and judging by the look that he just gave me tells me that I shouldn’t even be speaking to you right now,” he scratched his beard. “I really am sorry.” “Me too, but if you ever need a friend, you know where to find me,” he placed a kiss on my cheek...
Opening the front door with a groan, I kick off my shoes, taking them to the kitchen with me to grab another beer “I don’t think so little miss.” “Oh so are you the beer police now?” “Yeah if it’s my beer you are stealin’,” he chuckled, rolling my eyes at his attempt to make a joke right now. “Hey, I was just playin’,” he softly said, handing me a beer.
“I hate you,” I said with gritted teeth throwing the bottle in the sink, the sound of glass shattering echoing throughout the silent house. “What-” “Fuck you, Joel,” I say as calmly as I can trying to keep my childish outburst at bay. 
“But-” He cut himself off, stepping closer.
“Just stop,” I held up my hand taking a step back “I don’t want to talk to you, or see you, or your ass of a daughter. I just need to be alone,” I rush off to the stairs hoping he won’t follow because I know if he tries to stop me I won’t hesitate to rush into his big strong arms... The words I never thought I would say come flying back to my mind as I slide down my closed door ‘I hate you’...
   Joel
“Shit,” I groaned as I fished for my phone that was ringing in my right pocket. “Hello?” “Hey, Dad are you on your way home?” “Yeah, I just left the site about 15 minutes ago why do you girls need me to pick somethin’ up for y’all?” “That’s the thing Dad, she’s not here...” “Not there what do you mean? You were with her all day, weren’t you?” “No, I have a life you know?” She scoffed.
Of course, she left her, once again turning her back to her best and only good friend to do what? Who the hell knows... 
“Okay well, I will be home in a bit, so just stay there Sarah,” hanging up the phone tossing it into the passenger seat. Where the fuck did she go?
Rushing through the door, I see Sarah just sitting there on her phone, such a great friend. “Any sign of her?” “No, she’s not even answering her phone,” she rolled her eyes “okay her are my keys, take the truck and look at any of the places that you think she would be in,” I ordered not giving her time to protest.
Checking my phone to see if Sarah got a hold of her, I hear the door crash open; I rush in to see if it was her... It was her touching a boy, touching all over him. I am filling with anger? Is it jealousy? Am I Jealous of her searching his body? The way she leaves soft kisses down his jaw and neck- oh how soft her plump lips look- that should be me with her lips all over me. 
“What the fuck is going on here?” “What are you doing here? I didn’t see your truck out there,” “yeah, I sent Sarah to go look for you, now again, what is going on here?” I demanded an answer from this. “Sean, I think it’s best if you leave,” I shifted my gaze to him, cocking a brow. “He is my guest Joel, don’t be rude,” she said with a small slur. “Are you drunk?” I can feel my palm twitch.
“That is not the point here and I’m not that drunk, I am fine,” “you knew she was drinking and yet you still came here with her?” I clenched my jaw rage falling through me. “Well-” “He was giving me a ride home because your daughter took off with her little friends, so I went walking to the bar and he gave me a ride Joel this is all on me not him,” I huffed at her words, yeah right.
She walked him out. I bet he’s touching her right now... I hear her groan as she passed through the living room, “I don’t think so little miss,” I said blocking the fridge. “Oh, so are you the beer police now?” “Yeah if it’s my beer you are stealin’,” she rolled her eyes.
“Hey, I was just playin’,” I softly said handing her a beer. “I hate you,” she said with gritted teeth throwing the bottle in the sink, “what-” “fuck you, Joel,” she said in a calm tone that sent chills down my spine. “But-” I can’t even think of words as I took a step closer. "Just stop,” she held up her hand taking a step away from me “I don’t want to talk to you, or see you, or your ass of a daughter. I just need to be alone,” she said before running off...
‘I hate you’ it rang through my ears as my heart shattered at her words... What just happened? How did I fuck this up? I am supposed to be here for her and yet I am just fucking everything up.
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The front door closed softly, bringing me back from my deep thoughts. “I can’t find her anywhere, did she show up?” “Why doesn’t she want to see you? Why is she mad at you?” “So she is here? What did she tell you now?” She crossed her arms. “Nothing actually, she just said that she didn’t want to talk or see me and you, I know what I did to piss her off, so what did you do?” I matched her crossed arms. 
“Nothing Dad, she is just dramatic that’s all,” she said pushing past me. “Why is there glass in the sink?” “Because she was mad, you know she only gets like that when she is really hurt,” I tilted my head. “No, she gets like that when she is drunk, like I said she’s dramatic,” she huffed. “I don’t see her being dramatic, I see her hurt and her best friend wasn’t even with her today, why is that?” 
“She told me to go, so I went. I wasn’t gonna stay here and baby her.” “Wow Sarah, I didn’t raise you like that, she is your friend and you take care of her no matter what!” “Okay Dad, yeah I am just supposed to babysit her yeah,” she scoffed. 
“She does it for you all the time!” “Oh yeah like when Dad?” “When y’all would come over and she had a date or something with her other friends and family she would cancel so she could be your wingman, designated driver when you were sick!” I yell in a whisper.
“So?” “So? So you be there for her,” “fine I’ll go talk to her-” “no you won’t, she needs space, so give it to her,” “whatever dude,” she huffed turning on her heels “young lady! Dude?” “Sorry jeez, I’m sorry dad,” “I am done talkin’ to you, go to your room,” “planin’ on it,” she gave a fake smile.
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The yelling has stopped. Sun has set. My heart still aching... I wish I had stayed at the dorms. I need a drink... I slip through the hall and down the stairs in a slow pace not paying attention to anything on the way to the kitchen “can’t sleep either?” His low voice startling me “shit, I didn’t see you there,” I gasped walking to the fridge. 
“I am sorry for earlier, and I’m sorry about Sarah,” he sat with his hands clasped around the neck of the bottle, head hanging low. “Yeah, you get used to it,” I say looking for that damn bottle opener.
“Did she tell you anything?” “Nope, just a lot of bullshit. She called me dude, that is not the girl I raised,” he sadly said before downing the rest of his beer. “Well, I guess I will be out of your hair then, I know you didn’t want to see let alone speak to me-” “I am sorry for acting that way, I only get like that when I’m drunk,” the lie rolls off of my tongue so easily it doesn’t even hurt anymore. 
“I have known you since 10th grade and I have seen you like that many times, and this is the first time I have seen you like this drunk... You are calmer drunk.” A small chuckle hummed from his chest. “thanks-” “Please let me in, let me help,” he said in broken words. “You can’t,” I sighed hopping onto the counter.
“I have tried to be strong, and happy. I can talk my way out of so many situations, but there are some things I can’t always get myself out of.” “Like what?” He took my beer opening it for me. “Thank you, Joel can I ask you something?” “Yeah, anything,” “Ugh I hate this,” I groaned hanging my head.
“Why do guys suck?” “I’m sorry?” His shocked expression brought a sad smile to my face “I can’t talk about this with anyone else, but you are here, and you always listen to me. You always make the right decision.” “Okay, continue.” “Why are guys so, stupid?” “Stupid how? Like IQ-wise? Vocabulary wise? In-” “Mitchel cheated on me,” I interrupted Joel as his face dropped from a sad smile to a mixture of disbelief and anger. 
“What?” “He slept with one of our friends, and I ended it. I am strong and I let things go, I pay no mind to things anymore... But I’m not strong, I’m not fine, I am tired. I am tired of everything,” I choke out the last part letting a tear fall.
He stood in front of me catching the tears that I let go. It has been too long since I have allowed myself to show others how fragile I really am... With Joel I never felt like I had to put up a front, he always cared. He’d listen all night if he had to, I would talk his ear off as I kept watch over Sarah after she did a little too much coke when she was 18.
I would return the favor when his dates were shitty, and he just needed someone to talk to late at night... No one would ever know that sometimes we would call each other when I was away at school and it was late at night and we just needed to talk.
“Why did you stop callin’?” He lifted my chin so that I would actually look at him “why didn’t you call and tell me?” “I was scared,” I laughed at the small sniffle I made “of what?” “Of losing my best friend,” “Oh honey Sarah would-” “not her, you, I was scared of losing you Joel,” “and why would you be scared of losing me?” His voice so soft and caring, it makes my heart swell.
“Because you are the only one I can actually be myself with, and I know I haven’t been treating you that way lately but I mean so much shit is going through my mind lately I can’t think with you here” the words spill out of my mouth before I can catch them. I slowly shut my eyes waiting for his disgusted response...
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“And what am I doing that has your pretty little mind so distracted?” The way he says ‘pretty’ has me pressing my thighs together. Come on, get. A. Grip. “Come on, you can tell me,” his tall frame towering over me, fuck it. It’s either this or tell him everything...
“What has you so worked up?” He said with innocence but his eyes gave him away, pupils were blown wide. “You, and those damn tight shirts,” I scan his body seeing my favorite tight white shirt with his grey sweat pants “I think we should talk about the other night sweetheart,” shit. “Don’t you think?” He tilted his head scanning my face. “What about it?” I say low enough for him to hear.
“You weren’t being very nice, watching me get off” I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper at the image of him pounding into his fist and head hanging back. “No,” “what was that?” He teased at my low response “I said no, it wasn’t very nice. But when have you ever known me to be a good girl Mr. Miller?” I spread my legs inviting him in.
A low groan escaped his throat “fuck” he hissed as I pulled him in by his waistband. “You have always been a good girl for me, don’t you think so?” He gripped my jaw forcing me to make eye contact, his grip tightening waiting for an answer. “Yes,” I moan out at the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my thigh. 
“Then you won’t have any trouble being a good girl for me tonight will you?” His hand traveled to my throat applying some pressure “fuck, I won’t,” I grind myself on his thick thigh. “Good, now let’s take care of you, pretty girl,” he pulled me closer giving my lips a teasing peck before leaning in for a needy, sloppy kiss that takes my breath away.
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5 Years Ago
"Hey, Dad you home?" I called out as tossing my keys onto the entry table. "Hey honey, we are in the kitchen!" He yelled out. "We?" I asked walking through the living room. "Hey sweetheart, how was school?" "The same old same old," I laughed at the same question he has been asking me for 10 years since we moved to Austin.
"Hey, before you do your homework can you come and taste the food?" "Yeah, just let me set down my bag," I yell from the hallway leading to my room. "Okay honey," he sang from the kitchen.
"Okay Dad, I am here to be your taste tester-" "Ah! Y/n this is Joel. He is my coworker and his daughter is with some friends so I invited him for dinner so the old man won't be alone," he laughed patting his shoulder.
"Hi Joel," I held out my hand as my dad grabbed some beers. "Hi y/n," he shook my hand at a slow pace. He is hot, why do all the hot guys have to be older than me? Wait, he has a daughter? Great, hopefully, I don't have to be forced to like her...
"Okay, now food, taste it please!" He laughed "Hector, your cooking is always good, I love the lunches you bring to work!" "Actually those are y/n's lunches, she always cooks my lunch." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean he raised me I can at least make him food for work," I laughed going to the spice cabinet.
4 Years Ago
"So, he didn't show huh?" "Nope, you know him so well," I scoffed. "Hey I called it, he wasn't any good for you," his tone was so soft, it made my heart swoon. "Yeah, you called it," I sigh curled up on Joel's comfy couch, waiting for my dad to pick me up. "Thank you for -
cooking dinner, and lunch for tomorrow, Sarah is really going to love it," he hummed.
"When am I going to meet this daughter of yours hmm?" "Soon, I think you will really like her." "If you say so Miller," "I told you it's just Joel, I have known you for a while now you can call me Joel," he huffed.
I loved calling him Miller, it always got under his skin because that's what my dad calls him... I love to get under his skin. I love- no not love, like... I like him.
3 Years Ago
"Tell me all about it!" I yelled plopping on his couch. "About what?" "The date, how was she?" "You would hate her!" "Why? Is she better than me?" I joked. "No, not even close to you," he laughed. "Okay so then what gives?" "She was all about her, her, her, and oh yeah, her! She didn't even remember my name till it was time to pay and she wanted to take me home," "ew," "ew is right," he shrugged off his coat.
We were watching a movie when his front door opened. "Dad?" "Sarah, I thought you were staying the night?" "I was going to, but they wanted to watch anything that wasn't scary so that blows," that is his daughter? Damn, I wonder what her mother looked like... No one could ever compete with those looks... "Who is she? I know you like em young but damn dad," "Sarah!" I laughed at his reaction.
"Hi, I'm y/n," "Sarah, so you and my dad huh?" "No, just friends," I laughed. "She is even prettier than you said Dad," she stated sitting in the empty single chair. "You said I'm pretty? Not too bad yourself, Joel," I said tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"You called me Joel," he gasped in fake awe. "Would you prefer me to call you Miller again? Because I will if you want me to," "Joel is just fine," "Get a room you two," "I should go, my dad is waiting for me at home." "Okay let me walk you out," he said following me to the door.
2 Years Ago
"Congratulations!" Joel yelled pulling me into a tight hug. "Thank you," I give a genuinely happy smile to him and his beautiful big brown eyes. "Don't forget to come and visit on the weekends, I mean for you to get away from all of that," "I will don't worry, plus I'm pretty sure Sarah is going to drag me along with her," I smiled toward Sarah who is talking to some of our friends by our Uhaul... I am going to miss Austin but thankfully Dallas isn't far from here.
"Remember, you can call me whenever! I am available at any time of the day," he held on tightly to me. "So you just going to steal my daughter?" My dad asked Joel. "No Hector," he grumbled "he just doesn't have any friends his own age, so he hangs around your daughter who acts like she is 90 with a bad back," Sarah laughed at her own joke and frankly she isn't wrong...
I have been hanging out with Joel since the day I met him. Whether it was because my dad was out of town, or because he wanted a home-cooked meal because Sarah wasn't going to be home, or just simply because we enjoyed each other's company. If he needed someone to talk to about girls, I was the one and it went the same way for me... But it hurt seeing him always so down because all the 'girls' he thought he would like just wanted to use him for sex.
1 Year Ago
"Hey, my dad called to see if you were okay," "he did?" "Why is Mr. Miller calling for you?" Mitchel asked cocking his brow. "Because she didn't answer him or her dad," she shook her head with a mocking expression. "They will be fine without me bothering their lives, just tell him I am fine," I huffed hopping off of my bed.
I haven't been in contact with Joel or my dad since we got back from Austin, 2 months ago... That is very much not like me, but with school, Sarah, and Mitchel... I can never be alone. I miss talking to him, hearing how his day went, who annoyed him... I miss our late-night calls when we would talk all night about nothing, we would call just to talk, to hear each other's voice...
Present Time
I have known this man since I was 16; we told each other almost everything as our friendship grew closer. So I have no idea how I even ended up in this situation...
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Joel, kneeling between my legs kissing his way up my calves. Fuck I never thought having such a powerful man on his knees would be so tempting. "Joel," I whisper running my fingers through his beautiful curls making him look up at me, and damn those eyes. "Yes?" "Please," I don't even know what I am begging for, it just feels right giving up everything to him. He slowly stands to place a kiss on my lips "Let's undress you first hm?" I could only nod at his words.
"Let's start here, on this little shirt that you just love to tease me with," "I- I don't mean to," yes you do. You love to tease this man, he likes to act like he doesn't notice her but you notice when he suddenly leaves the room coming back 20 minutes later in a fresh pair of clothes.
He dropped it with a hiss staring at your bare chest, breast on full display. His gaze is heating your body, maybe a little too much, moving your arm to cover your now-hardening nipples he stops your movements. "Don't cover up, I am just admiring your beautiful body," I have no idea what made me so confident... "You're drooling Joel, and you haven't even seen my pussy," a groan forced itself out from deep in Joel's chest.
"Baby, I don't have to see that pretty cunt of yours to make me drool for you," he rasped cupping my breasts "fuck," I grinned playfully as he attached my breast, sucking and nibbling down my chest. "Fuck, please do that again," I whined arching my back. "What don't your little boys pay enough attention to your beautiful breasts," he kissed the underside of my breast. "Not like that, I knew they wouldn't satisfy me so I always just rushed it with them," I groaned hanging my head back.
"Now that is sad, how could they not appreciate these?" He hissed, cupping my breasts in his large hands, "just like all the other boys, they couldn't give me what I wanted," I sighed. "Ah yes, 'the boys' they could never satisfy a woman like yourself," he hummed stroking my sides. 
"Mm never, it takes a real man to handle all of me and my needs." "Well, I could give you what you need," his voice hoarse as his hand snaked up to my neck. "Oh, you think so Mr. Miller?" "Oh, I know so pretty girl," he whispered into my ear.
"You are so beautiful," he groaned as he slowly trailed down my stomach, hooking his fingers around the waistband of my pajama shorts. "Is this okay, sweetheart?" "More than okay, Joel," I said as he pulled down my shorts and panties in a swift movement.
He backed away, just staring at my nakedness. His gaze makes me self-conscious, so I cover myself. "Don't do that please, I am trying to look at what I missed out on, your body is just breathtaking I could look at you like this every day," he lowered himself to my cunt. He licked a long strip through my folds, sending a shiver up my spine "fuck," I let out a low moan, arching my back.
"Joel, don't stop please," I grind my cunt on his tongue "I wouldn't dream of it my pretty girl," he rasped adding two fingers into me. "Oh my god," I shutter almost cumming on his fingers as he wrapped his beautiful lips around my clit. "You taste so sweet baby," he mumbled bringing his soaked fingers to my lips. I lap my tongue around his hard fingers, sucking them clean "fuck that's it, pretty girl, just like that," his lust-filled voice brings me closer.
"Fuck Joel," I held his wrist as he fastened his pace, his free hand traveling to my throat applying pressure. "Please make me cum Joel," I beg, shutting my eyes. "Oh, baby you don't have to beg me, but I can't say no to those pretty moans," he cooed.
"Come on, I can feel you clenchin' me so tightly," he groaned "cum for me, I want to taste you beautiful," I open my eyes to see his brown eye staring into my soul. "Fuck," I came with a small scream, covering my mouth with my hand. "Yes, just like that. So pretty cummin' on my fingers," he hummed leaving a trail of kisses on my thighs.
"There you go," he said in awe as I slowly rode out my high. "Now where are your manners sugar?" He asked gripping my jaw. "Thank you, Mr. Miller," I said with innocent eyes. "You are going to be the death of me," he hissed grinding his clothed cock into my thigh.
"I can see you thinking, tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours," "I want to taste you, Joel," I bite my lip at the thought of having him all to myself. "Baby you don't have to do that,-" "I want to, I have been wanting to have your cock in my mouth ever since I walked in on you and that blonde bitch," I huffed as I raked my fingers through his hair "oh my baby that was 2 years ago," he said with a fake pout stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Please, Mr. Miller?" "Anything for you beautiful," he let out a breath as he helped me hop off of the counter.
"You are so handsome Joel," I groan playing with the hem of his shirt. "It's always these damn tight shirts, I can never look away," I whisper in his ear "I can tell," he laughed leaning in for a kiss. "Take this off, please."
"Well, since you asked nicely," my thighs pressed together as he shed the layer of clothing. Eyes raking over his upper torso "fuck, I love your body," I bite back a moan as I drag my nails along his burning skin.
I sank between his big thighs looking into his eyes, kissing a trail down his stomach "fuck you are stunning like that," he hissed. "Like what? Naked or between your thighs," I played with his waistband "god both," he huffed out a sigh. "Yes, I am god, the one and only," I smirked looking for approval. He gave me a small nod allowing me to pull down his sweats.
His big cock sprung out hitting his stomach, I smirked at the fact that he wasn't wearing any boxers. I practically drooled at the size of him, "fuck Joel," I gasped, wide-eyed. I mean I saw him from afar so I knew he was big, but damn.
"Look how pretty you are just waiting to have my cock, that pretty mouth just watering at the thought of you choking on me, so deep in your throat," he purred as I wrapped my fist around his thick shaft "mm fuck me," he groaned low and sexy his eyes full of hunger.
"I love the way you moan for me," my tongue lapping at his slit collecting his salty pre cum, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head taking his thick cock into my mouth with slow bobs.
His fingers laced into my hair tugging it, taking control of my movements "fuck just like that baby girl," his words made me still as he bucked his hip deep down my throat. He fucked my mouth hitting the back of my throat with every thrust making my eyes water.
Pulling me off of his cock with a small 'pop' "fuck if you could just see how beautiful you look with my cock in your mouth," he pulled me to him. "Call me that again," I grasped his jaw looking deep into his eyes. "What?" "Baby girl," I said lowly for only us to be heard. "Why? Does my baby girl like that?" I cut him off attaching my mouth to his hungrily. 
"Please fuck me," "we will get there, just give me a minute," he said capturing my lips with his, walking us to the kitchen table. "Please Joel, I'm on the pill." "Darlin'-" "Please I want to feel all of you," I stroked his cock. "Anything for you, sugar," he let out a breath as he sank into me.
"Holy shit," I gripped his shoulder "fuck, I stretched you out, and yet you are still so tight," he exhaled. "Just for you Joel," I laced my fingers in his short locks. "Please Move, Joel," "god I love the way you moan my name," he grunted sliding out of me only to slam back into me.
"Mmm mine," "he growled inching deeper. "Yours," I purred feeling his cock twitch. "Say it again" he moaned wrapping his hand around my throat "I'm yours," I cried out. "Joel, if you don't slow down I will cum too fast," I let out a whine as he didn't slow his pace. His fingers toyed with my clit till I came with a high-pitched moan, covering my mouth with his hand.
"Shh baby girl, we have to be quiet," he whispered in my ear making my eyes roll back. Coming down from my high he wrapped his hand around my throat. "Now what do we say after making you feel good?" "Thank you, Mr. Miller," "fuck," he groaned. "Thank you, sir," I whimper without thinking.
His movements came to a halt. "Say it again." "Thank you for making me cum sir, thank you, Mr. Miller," I cry out bitting onto his shoulder, reaching my third orgasm for the night. "Just like that honey, let me take care of you," he moaned as his thrust got sloppier.
"Cum in me please Joel, I want you to fill me up," my cheeks heat at my choice of words "Such a slut for me, wanting my cum so deep in you huh?" "Yes, I'm your slut," the words felt to right falling from my tongue... His slut. He came with a loud grunt, riding out his high. He sank to his knees, watching his cum drip out of me. He didn't hesitate to clean our mixed juices from my cunt.
"Wait right here," he said before walking out of the kitchen. He came back with some towels and clothes "I brought you one of my shirts because I think it would be better to sleep in," he said kneeling in front of me with a damp towel. He collected our clothes before caring me up the stairs to his room.
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We just lay in his bed for a while, in comfortable silence. "Why did you say you hate me earlier?" There it is, I sigh. "Because you were you," "I was me?" "Yes, I actually like Sean, and we had something after Josh left, and um I don't know seeing him again felt like it could have been something. So I said I hated you because you kicked out a guy that I could have been with. He was actually there for me, unlike every guy I have been with."
"And I wasn't any good?" "You were never available." "How was I never available? You were with me almost every day," he poked at my side. "You have Sarah," I giggle at his childishness. "So? I knew you first, I have known you for so many years before her so you can shove that excuse," he gave a hearty laugh.
It should feel weird talking like this with him... But it's him, it's Joel. We could talk about anything and it would never be weird. "So do you see a future with him?" "Sean? No." "Why not?" "He's great and all but I don't think it would have worked out either way, "why do you say that?" "I think I am a little too insecure for him," I tsk. "How are you 'too insecure for him?" He laughed "I don't know, I just am." "But not for me?" "For you, I am an open book," that is a lie, but he doesn't have to know that...
We have been talking for hours and he is finally in my arms ready to fall into a deep sleep and so am I... I have missed- needed this and I like- love him... Shit; I love Joel Miller.
Joel
I slowly open my eyes to my bright room, the sun shining through. The way she felt with me, it just felt so right to hold her in my arms last night. I see my watch on the nightstand, shit it's 9 in the morning... I turn over to see her and- she's gone. My heart breaks as my hand touches the now cold and empty spot she had laid the night before...
Sulking down the stairs I see Sarah sitting on the couch. "Hey, where is y/n?" "Wow, you never call her by her name, what did she do?" "Nothing have you seen her?" "Nope, she left early this morning," she huffed. She left? Saying nothing? She left me?
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The moonlight danced around in his room. My heart swelled at the scene that had taken place, his large arms trapping me between them. I saw his watch on his nightstand, 5:30 in the morning... I need a shower, and I could make him some breakfast, I smile to myself.
I walk to my room with a towel wrapped around my body when I hear a door open. "What did you tell him?" She barked. "What?" "What did you tell my dad? He is pissed with me because you told him something," "I didn't tell him anything, so you're fine just go back to your room," I spat turning towards my door. "I don't believe you!" "You are so full of yourself!" "Oh, am I now?" "Sarah, what do you want? I need to get dressed," I said opening my door.
"Why so you can go meet with your alcoholic boyfriend?" "No, so I can go make some breakfast-" "For who?" "Me, your dad, maybe even you if you stop with this childishness!" "Why are you making my dad breakfast?" "Because I always do, you know he can't cook," "he can, and we have been here for 3 weeks and I haven't seen you cook for him once," she crossed her arms.
"Because I just wanted some space, okay? And now I just want to make it up to him with food, so I can say 'I'm sorry.' Is that what you wanted to hear?" I scoffed "I knew I should have never invited you, but he wanted you here, not me! So you can go die in a ditch somewhere because when we get back I am switching dorms!" She yelled down the hall...
My heart broke, not because she once again proved that she doesn't see me as a friend but because I want to be here, but I can't... I don't know why I keep telling myself that I have someplace here just because I spent almost every day here since I met him. I will never have a place here... Not with him, not in this house that kind of raised me...
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A small bag is packed, the morning sun just rising... "Hey, thank you for picking me up," "is everything okay?" "Yeah, I just needed some space from that house," I sigh turning my head in his direction. "Her or him?" "Both." "You know you can talk to me, I am all ears," "I know Sean, but just kinda wanna go to sleep." "Okay, well I will drop you off at the house and you can get some rest," "that sounds nice," I say more to myself than him...
"Hey, we are here," he said lightly shaking me awake "I'm up," I moved my hand to his. "You say that but your eyes are still closed," he laughed. "I will be back in just a few hours to check up on you, um I have some records if you want to play some music while you sleep." "Ah, you remembered?" "How can I forget? You would constantly steal all of my CDs, so I have some of your favorites in there, you know where your spare key is, do what you have to do," he said softly.
"Thank you, really-" "Stop with the sad 'thank you’s, I have always told you, I would be here for you so I am gonna keep that word... I am not going to let some silly guy get in the way of that," he laughed "yeah okay," I gave a small laugh. "Go and get some sleep dear," he said unbuckling my seatbelt. "Okay, I will see you in a bit," "Yes you will, and I will stop by your favorite Chinese place on the way back." "That would be nice," I said hopping out of his truck, grabbing my small bag.
It's almost sad to say that I missed this place too, if I wasn't at Joel's house I was here... Tossing my key onto the small coffee table I scan the small living room, just as I remembered it. I kick off my shoes making my way to his bedroom, the bedroom I have spent many nights in... I am utterly fucked up.
I haven't moved from the small ball I have curled myself into. Slowly opening my eyes, I see the clock on his desk in front of the bed it's 3:19PM. I snuggle my head into my arm before hearing the door unlock from the hall.
"You awake?" He called out slowly pushing open the door to his room. "Yeah, I just woke up," I said finally stretching my body, "you still sleep the same when you're upset," "I do?" "Yes, that silly little ball you make yourself so you feel protected till someone comes and cuddles with you," he laughed removing his shoes and denim jacket. "You know me so well," "I do, and that's why I brought myself and Chinese," he held a brown bag.
We ate in bed and just lay there, talking and listening to music... "So you gonna tell me what happened?" He asked playing with my hair "Sarah said that I can go die in a ditch because basically, she doesn't believe the fact that I cook for Joel," "Okay, I some context for that please," "I slept with Joel, and I wanted to make him some breakfast as an apology for yelling at him and throwing some shit," "oh you still do that too?" He joked.
"Anyway, I wanted to make him some food, but I wanted to shower first so I did, then she stopped me in the hall yelling at me because she thinks I told Joel about what happened," I scoffed. "Just tell him, you have to stop covering for her," "I can't," "and why is that?" "Because I will lose him if I do."
"Why do you say that?" "He will choose her over me, and I don't want to make him, so I just suffer in silence." "That is bullshit! You need to tell him," "I won't." "This is why your thoughts are killing you, you need to get this shit off of your chest," he said slowly pulling me in close. "Everyone will hate me," I said into his chest.
"Are you the one who-" "Sean, stop," I gave a warning glare. "Look I love you and you know that, do you love him?" "I- I don't know," I hesitated. "Do you love him?" "Yes, I do." "Does he love you?" "No, I don't think so, I mean I don't know." "You don't think so?" "What?" "I'm just sayin', who can't love you?" "A lot of people, I am annoying," "No you're not, he was a dick. He made you stop talking to everyone in town, you stopped calling your dad, Joel, me... People needed you and you just stopped talking to them."
"No one needed me," I laughed. "I did," he said looking into my eyes. "I missed my friend," "god why do I do that?" "What?" "I always make friends with older people when all I can do is act like a kid," I cover my face with my hand at the stupid question. "You have a right to feel like that when I get hurt like you did I act out I mean you have seen me at my worst."
"Yes, and it was a pain," "I remember puking everywhere," "and I had to chase you with a bucket because you refused to puke in the toilet," I let out a sad laugh. "Yeah, I was a complicated drunk," he laughed "I love your laugh, I missed it," I said giving him a soft and sad hug. "I miss yours too, I miss the little look you would give me when you were up to somethin', tryin' to hide it from me," "me too..."
"He really fucked you up huh?" "Yeah, it took me a while to find this part of myself, that's when I stopped calling... I didn't see the world or anything the same way anymore," "I get it," "I mean I just wanted to stop the whole world, to stop my thoughts but with the two of them I couldn't think because they were always there. I couldn't call you or Joel because they were right there, and I needed someone," I let out a sob.
"Hey, well you're here now. I've got you now," he pulled me onto him. "You know he is going to kill me if he finds out that you are here right?" He asked looking down to see my tear-stained face "he will be fine." "No, he won't and you know that," "I wish I had stayed at the dorms."
"Oh, you don't mean that." "Actually, I think I do, I mean if I had stayed I wouldn't have any time to ruin anything..." "You haven't ruined anything, the truth is just slowly coming out, you are not doing anything wrong," he placed a soft kiss on my head.
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There was a soft knock on the door... "Hey it's probably my neighbor telling me she's leaving for the night, can you get it and get the key from her? I am only gonna be a few more minutes," he called out from the shower. "Okay," I said dragging myself off of the bed.
A knock came again as I reached for the doorknob. Opening it with a smile "Hey Sean I know I was rude the other-" "J- Joel? What are you doing here?" My smile dropped... "What are you doing here?" Anger falling on his face mixed with sadness... "Why are you at Sean's place?" "I needed somewhere to stay, I needed space," I said moving closer to the door.
"Hey honey, what's goin' on out there? Did she leave you the key- shit," he whispered fixing the towel around his waist. "Why is she here with you?" "She needed a place to stay till she gets a plane back to Dallas," he pulled me back to him a bit seeing Joel come closer.
"You're leaving? And you didn't care to tell me?" "Tell him, dear." "No, just go back to the room Sean, I will be there in a minute," I said pushing him back. "Okay, just let me know if you need anything," "I will, now please go," I plea before he gave Joel a quick glance walking backward...
"You needed space? So you came to him?" "I had no one else to call." "You could have talked to me," "I can't talk to you about this!" "About what? Is it the Sarah thing?" "No, it's not." "Then what is it?" "Joel, just go home... I will be by to pick up the rest of my things in a few days," I hold back tears...
"Why are you doing this?" "I don't want to be a bother here." "And who said you were a bother?" "No one, I just- I don't want to talk about this anymore..." "So that's it? You don't want to talk so you just leave?" "I want to talk, but I can't," I let out a small cry.
"Why? Talk to me, right now, I can handle whatever it is!" "Go home, Joel! I don't want to see you anymore!" I choke out. "Is everything okay out here?" Sean asked coming closer to the door. "Why didn't you tell me she was here? I asked you at the bar if you had seen her, I came here to apologize and then I see this? You with her?"
"We are not sleeping together, I am her friend so I was here for her." "She has other friends." "No, she doesn't-" "Sean! Stop, both of you just stop... Go home, Joel, I will be by soon to get my things and to leave my keys, so you don't have to wait on me," I said walking away from the door.
"Go home Joel, she needs space, and I think this is something she needs to work out by herself," I heard Sean say before the door closed...
"Okay, I don't care what you want, we are going to talk about this because you bottling up your feelings? It's a no for me." He said walking into his room. "Sean, I love you but we are not talking. I need to book a plane, go get my things, and try to avoid everything in my life," I curled myself into a small ball. "Hey, none of that, come here," he gestured towards him.
"Let me drive you, it's only a few hours with traffic," his soft tone pulls me into him. "I am not letting you drive me to school." "Okay then let your dad-" "No, he won't drive me, you won't drive me, I don't want anyone driving me! I will take a short plane ride," I spat. "Hey, I was just suggesting," "I know, I'm sorry," I said sitting up from his embrace.
"School doesn't start for a few more weeks, why don't you stay here for a couple of days?" "Thank you, Sean, but-" "If you tell me you don't want to be a bother I will spank you," he said with a smirk, holding my hand. "Ooh, kinky," I laughed hopping off of the bed. "Sometimes I wish we could go back," he said with a sad smile...
"Why? Why do you want that?" "Because you weren't taken, you were happier than ever! And I had you to myself and I could touch you whenever I wanted to," he said walking towards me. "And who said I was taken?" I give him a small smirk. "Don't do that to him." "Don't do what to him?" "Don't betray him like that, he is a good man," "I am not betraying him," I scoff turning from him.
"We had sex, good sex... That doesn't mean I was asking for a relationship," "I wasn't saying that-" "Well it sure sounded like it-" "Hey, don't twist my words, I am trying to look out for you," he followed me down the hall, "you're trying to look out for me? Sean I don't need anyone to look out for me," I stopped in my tracks turning to him.
"Yeah because it has been going so well for you lately," "Wow, thanks... Um yeah okay, I am just gonna go for a bit," I said pushing past him. "What are you doing?" "Getting my shoes, I am going out so don't wait up for me-"
"Sweetheart, I didn't mean it like that come on," "Sean I don't care how you meant it, I just need to go out, you're fine." "We were together for quite some time so I know when you say 'you're fine,' it means you secretly want me dead," "Sean, look I just need time to myself."
"Fine, then I'll leave, I know you need a drink. I have beer, whisky, and whatever you want... I just don't want you drinking out there today," he stopped me again. "You know what? How about we just put on some music and go to sleep?" I sigh in defeat, not that I even put up a strong fight...
"I am fine with that, I'll take the couch-" "Sean you make it seem like we can't sleep in the same bed." "It's just that-" "I have slept with you as a friend, a girlfriend, and an ex... I think we can do this," I huff dragging him to his room... Let's get this night over with.
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He just closed the door in my face... I came here to see him, to apologize to him. This is the thanks I get? Her with him? The rage fills me as I storm to my truck. Speeding home was easy. I slam open the front door.
"Dad, what is wrong with you?" "What is he doing here?" "Who? Mitchy?" "Yes, that boy," "I was here to see my girlfriend, sir." "Don't 'sir' me, I know you two broke up!" "Well I don't know if she told you but we are getting back together," he said with a stupid smirk that I just want to slap right off of his face.
"No, you won't! You won't go anywhere near her! Now get the fuck out of my house!" I yell, seeing red... "What the hell is wrong with you?" Sarah yelled as that boy stormed out the front door. "Why is he here?" "Because I invited him, he is a friend of mine whether you like it or not!" "You need to tell me what happened between you and y/n! Right now!"
"What about her?" "Why is she pissed at you?" "What?" "Why. Is. She. Pissed. At. You!" I yell with gritted teeth "I don't know! You know her, she's crazy like that!" "I have known her since she was 16, I know her all right! This isn't her!" "Well, she has been like this for the past year or so, I guess you don't know her as well as I do!" "You don't know shit about her!"
"Dad, don't you think It's weird that you were her friend when she was a kid?" "No, because you were the same way, now I demand an answer from you right now! What is it that you both aren't telling me!" "She is fucking crazy dad, don't listen to anything she says!" She yelled, walking to the staircase.
"Sarah! Don't you dare walk away from me," I lowered my voice to calm myself... "No, fuck her dad! She is the bad friend here! Not me!" She yelled, storming up the stairs. "Fucking shit!" I yelled, throwing a bottle that was sitting on the counter. "fuck," I said to myself, sliding down the wall. What the hell am I going to do? What the fuck is going on here?
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There was a knock on the door... I slowly open my eyes seeing the moonlight dance around Sean's room. The clock on his dresser said it was 3 in the morning. Who is knocking at 3 in the morning? "You okay?" He asked holding me close still half asleep not aware of the faint knocking coming from the living room. "Yeah, I am just going to get some water, I'll be right back," I said crawling out from under the covers. "Okay," is all he said before turning over.
The knocking continues as I reach the door "shit, fucking answer," he said before knocking again. I know that voice... "What are you doing here?" I yell in a whisper as I swung open the door. "What are you doing here? I had to hear from so many others that you were back in town." "Yeah well, I didn't think I had to tell you," "I am your father, I have a right to know!" He raised his voice.
"Keep it down, people are sleeping right now, I was sleeping. Why are you here at 3 in the morning?" "Because I needed to know why you didn't come and see me when you got in town," "because you don't need to know everything in my life," "I have the right to know!" "Don't you think I had the right to know! You just kept it to yourself all this time, and when I find out you tell me 'it's fine' and to 'get over it.' I am done with you, I have told you that many times... You are no longer my father."
"How dare you talk to me like that!" "Shut up!" Is all I get out before his hand connected with my cheek. "Fucking leave! You are not welcomed here, you never were!" I yell, holding my face, letting tears of anger fall.
"What is all the yelling about?" Sean rushed to the door. "Hector? What are you doing here?" "I am here to talk to my daughter so you can just go-" "Well, this is my place, so no I won't 'just go' but thanks for the suggestion," he pulled me closer to him. "What happened?" He held me searching my tear-stained face. "He slapped me," I said through gritted teeth.
"You did what? Hector? Why would you do that?" "Because she is being disrespectful!" "Keep it down, I have neighbors. Come in and we can talk about it-" "No, he won't be coming in!" "What's wrong Dear?" "I don't want to talk about it," "Y/n, you have to tell me," "he is the one that allowed it, everything... He knew, and he decided that I wouldn't care so he kept it from me for months!" "What?" "That's why I didn't want him to know I was in town, that's why- I- Just get rid of him please," I said walking back into the house.
He gripped my arm. "Let go of me!" "No, you will listen to me, Joel said that you were here-" "Joel? Joel told you that I was here?" "Yes, since he is a better friend than you Sean," "I am a damn good friend, you Hector, on the other hand... I can't say the same for you," he said snatching my arm from his tight grip.
"Hector, you need to leave," "Sean, come on, that is my daughter-" "She is an adult, and she can make her own decisions... She doesn't want to be with you, now leave before I call the cops," he said pulling us further into the house. "You can't do this!" "I can actually, and I will. Just go home, and forget I ever existed... Like you always did," "I never did that!" He huffed clenching his fists.
"Yes, you did! I practically grew up by myself alongside Joel because you were never home! And you can't say you ever sent money unless it was for your benefit. The money you gave Joel for watching me and the house he gave to me because you never sent me money for school, clothes, food, or the bills!" "I paid for all of that while I was away!"
"No, you didn't Joel helped me get a job because I had to pay most of the bills," I threw my arms up in frustration. "How dare you say that! I was there for every important moment of your life!" "No, you weren't! You were never there for me! I grew up without you!" I spat walking away from this conversation...
Sean came walking into the room with his head hung low making me sit up "he's gone, you can lay back down," he sighed sitting on the edge of the bed. "Thank you, I didn't mean for it to turn into a yelling match." "Well, I mean it's Hector and you are well, you. So I mean it was bound to happen," he gave a laugh. "Thanks," I threw a pillow at him. "Come on, let's get you a bath," he held his hand out. "Okay," I said letting him lead the way.
I undress as he adjusts the water for me. "Thank you again," I said getting into the tub. "Yeah, I mean you deserve some 'me time' so I thought it would be nice to have a nice soak," he cleared his throat. "I'm going to get you some clothes and a towel." "Okay," is all I said before relaxing in the warm water.
Sean is seated on the floor next to the tub. "So, he knew everything huh?" "Yeah..." "So you lied to me?" "Yup," I said sinking into the bubbles. "Hey, stop with the self-pity, I get it, I do. But you gotta do something about it." "Why? I can just go back to school and forget that anything ever happened," I said with a sad laugh. "No, you are going to overthink everything you 'did' and have a mental breakdown." "That is very true." "So how do you feel about Joel telling him?"
"Well, he didn't know we weren't on speaking terms." "Yeah, but he does know you were never close to your dad, so kind of a dick move," "I mean, kinda yeah." "Please let me drive you," "to campus?" "Yeah, I don't want you to be alone going back," he said with his pretty puppy eyes.
"Okay, but today we are going to spend the day in bed, then tomorrow I'm gonna go get my things while Joel's at work," I leaned my head on the side of the tub enjoying the water. "Cold, I like it," he laughed. "Oh, shut up before I splash you!" I blow suds at him. "Okay, you get dried off. I am going to make us some food and we can watch some tv," he said, handing me a towel.
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We spent all of yesterday laying on the couch watching movies, talking, and sleeping... And I am a man of my word... I have to go get my things from Joel's house. It is 9 in the morning... "Sean?" I call out from the kitchen, "Yeah?" "Hey, I'm about to head out." "Okay, I'll drop you off-" "You really don't have to," "but I want to, plus it's on the way to the bar," he said, buttoning his shirt as he rushed into the kitchen.
"The bar?" "Yeah, Kyle was supposed to open for me but he called and bailed so I have to do it," he huffed, pouring his coffee. "That sucks." "You bet your ass it does," he groaned. "Okay, well, let's head out so you can get there in time." "Alright, let's go," he grumbled, grabbing his denim jacket.
The car ride is quiet, I don't really expect him to say anything... And I appreciate his silent concern. "Just call me when you're done so I can pick you up," "I will, thank you," I hopped out of his truck. "Well, I should get to the bar, be safe," "I am just getting my things Sean, I'm not leaving just yet," I laughed.
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The house is quiet; it feels colder than I remember. Leaving my main key and spear key on the kitchen table, I see a note on the fridge 'Hey Dad, since you can't stop acting like a child I will stay at Mitchel's for the weekend.' The date on the corner of the pad shows she had written it the day after Joel showed up... What the hell is going on over here?
Walking up the stairs, I hear shuffling from the living room. "I thought I locked you?" His voice bounced off the walls. Shit... I pick up my pace, trying to climb the stairs quickly but not trying to bring attention to my presence...
Trying my best to open the door as quietly as I possibly can was a success. Now closing it is the challenge... Once I closed the door, I began packing my suitcase. Shoving clothes from the drawers into my suitcase. Collecting some of my other belongings, sorting through the things I want to take with me... Joel's shirt... I came across his shirt as I rummaged through my stuff. I should take it to his room once I no longer hear his footsteps I can sneak it into his room. Not the best idea, but hey what do I have to lose?
After 5 minutes of waiting, the house was quiet again. I open the door to peek out; the coast is clear. I turn to get my suitcases, and as I turn back there he was... Out of thin air...
"What are you doing here?" He asked, wide-eyed. "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be at work," "I needed some stuff from my garage, then I needed something from my room, now what are you doing here?" "I told you I was coming to get my things, I was going to wait till you left but I was going to take your shirt to your room..." I trailed off, seeing his brows furrow.
"So you are leaving then huh?" "Yeah, I saw that Sarah hasn't been here, what happened there?" "Whatever happened between you is your business. But she blames it all on you, and I was asking why she does and she just ignored me..." "I'm sorry, but um, for what it's worth... I'm probably at fault. I mean, I let it happen, I was just so forgiving," I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my tears at bay...
"Hey, no, don't do that to yourself," he said, moving closer. "Joel, please, don't. I um, I am only here to get my things and leave-" "Why not stay? I get something happened, but why does that have to change everything with us?" "Us? There is no us Joel-" "Wow, so all that meant nothing to you?"
"Joel, I loved it. I like being with you. I feel safe with you, you know that. You have always told me that I belong here and that it didn't matter what others think... But, I don't belong here, not with you, not in this house..." I let a tear fall. "Sweetheart, no one has ever said that, have they?" He asked, closing the space between us. "No-" "Who?"
"No one, Joel. It's fine, I um... I have to go-" "You are not going anywhere till you tell me who said those things to you," he said through gritted teeth, pinning my arms above my head, and pushing me to the wall. "Joel, you'll miss work," I said with a gasp. "They will be fine without me, you need me more." "No, I don't-" "Well, your tears tell me otherwise." "Joel," I whine, letting another tear fall. "Come on pretty girl, use your words for me,"
"Fuck, you look so pretty cryin'. Who hurt you?" He caressed my tear-stained cheek. "You, me, everyone," I cry out. "I hurt you?" His tone was sad, letting my arms fall. "What did I do?" "No- I mean, I need to think straight and I can't do that around you," I push him from me.
"Baby, talk to me... Just like we used to," "I can't," "why not?" "Because so many things have changed, I can't just open up to you." "Yes you can, what is wrong?" "Nothing, Joel-" "Lies, baby girl, tell me what is wrong," he said, taking my hand in his. "Joel, nothing else needs to be said, what she told you is everything you need to know. No one would believe me if I said otherwise…"
"I would, I will always take your side. There's not a day that I won't," "Joel, you have to say that-" "Why do I have to?" "Because you are you, you can't help the need to make people feel better." "Is that what people are putting in your head? That I'm taking pity on you?" "Joel it's-" "It's what? It's not my problem? It's not a big deal?"
"Yes, it's not that big of a deal," "why? I mean, if this happened to you years ago you would have killed him, but you got with someone who is just like his father and he fucked with your head... Now here you are tellin' lie to my face!" He inched closer.
"Joel-" "Tell me, why do you believe everybody but yourself?" "Because maybe they are right..." "About what?" "Me, not belonging." "Me taking pity on you?" "maybe-" "No, there is no 'maybe' it's a yes or no," he sneered.
"Yes, Joel. Sometimes I think you are taking pity on me," I whispered, feeling his breath on my lips. "Well, why don't we change that? Huh?" He placed a soft kiss on my cheek. "I want to show you that you are more than anything than what people say about you," he said, dragging me to his room.
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"Joel, you don't have to do this-" "Baby, all I want is you," he knelt in front of me. The sight of him on his knees for me will always amaze me. "Look at those pretty eyes, do you want me to stop?" His gaze never left my face as he left soft strokes on my calves. Yes, say yes... "No please," I say low enough for us. "Such good manners, let's get this off of you, pretty girl. I want to see all of you," he played with the hem of my shirt.
"Joel, can you do it?" "Do what, baby?" He smirked, his taunting gaze making me squirm. "Undress me please?" "How can I say no when you ask so nicely? Let's see," he cooed, standing before peeling the thin fabric from my burning skin. He smiled, placing kisses all over my face, making me giggle.
"There we go, so pretty for me," he groaned, seeing my laced bralette "Joel, please... I need you," I gasp at his feather-light touches. "Not just yet baby, I'm takin' my time with you," he said lifting my bralette. "So beautiful, and all mine," he groaned to himself before wrapping his lips around my sensitive nipple.
"Fuck Joel, just like that please," I moan, lacing my fingers in his brown locks, tugging at his hair. Moaning at my actions, he pulls his beautiful mouth from my chest. "Take off your pants for me beautiful," I have never felt so submissive to anyone before Joel, his gaze alone could bring me to my knees without him asking me to...
Pulling down my pants, leaving me in only a matching pair of panties. "So precious," he cooed, playing with the waistband of the dark red lace. "I want you to sit on my bed and play with your pretty little pussy for me, just like you did the other night in my pool. I want you to show me how you get yourself off without me here to make you feel better," his free hand gripping my jaw.
"Yes sir," I whimper at his grip. "Good girl, now show me how good of a girl you can be." Letting go of my jaw, I walk at a clumsy pace to the edge of his bed. I strip from my now ruined panties, kicking them to the side. Sitting on his soft bed, spreading my legs, giving Joel a small show.
I tease myself for his pleasure, slowly running my fingers up my inner thigh so close to where I want to be. I lick at my fingers collecting saliva. I hear his breath hitch as I place my fingers on my clit. "Fuck," hold back a whimper trapping my bottom lip between my teeth "don't you look pretty playing with that needy cunt?" He groaned at the sight stepping closer. "Thank you," I say breathlessly.
"No need to thank me, baby, you're the one doing all the work," his praise edged me on, I gasp at the small stretch of my middle finger "shit," I flinch at his quick movement to his knees. "You know, watching you cum in my pool was just beautiful but this right here... Watching you get yourself off on my bed? So sprawled out just for me? It's just beyond perfect," he groaned placing butterfly kisses along my inner thigh.
"You have me on my knees for you, the sight of you has me begging to be so deep inside of you," his voice hoarse replacing my fingers with his in a swift moment. "Oh my god, Joel," I yelp at the stretch. "Your moans are music to my ears, baby," his fingers are deliciously bigger than mine, the feeling of them has me drooling. "Look at you, you're drooling and you haven't even had my cock yet," he gave a fake pout pulling out his fingers.
I was about to protest at his actions but seeing him suck his fingers clean like his life depended on it has me clenching nothing... "So ready for my cock aren't you?" I nod unable to form words under his gaze. "Words baby girl," he tapped on my clit "fuck, yes please I want your cock Joel," I whine as he sank his tongue into my begging cunt as his beautifully curved nose rubbed my clit at a perfect pace.
"Fuck me!" I cried out desperately trying to cover my mouth. "Move your hand baby, I want to hear you cumming on my tongue," he rasped disappearing between my thighs once again. Flattening his tongue licking through my folds has me shaking from the amount of pleasure he is giving me.
"Mr. Miller, I'm gonna cum! Please, oh please make me cum," I whine grinding myself on his face, tugging on his hair earning a sexy groan pulling me over the edge. My hips bucked as I came on his tongue, "shit, Joel," I whine trying to ride out my high but he didn't slow his pace. "Joel, please, please slow down," I gasped as he just held down my hips. He enters his fingers alongside his tongue.
"Shit, I- fuck me," I yell out a cry, his eyes fluttering open to watch me take whatever he was giving me. "Joel, fuck," I cry as a second orgasm rips through me. "Oh my god," I yell cumming on his fingers. "Yes, that's right I am your god, my pretty baby," he said lifting his head.
"You did so good for me," he rasped gripping my jaw. "Thank you, Mr. Miller," I whimper as he smashed his lips onto mine. "Such good manners, tell me what you want baby?" "I want you to fuck me please," I squirm under his gaze. "Well, baby since you have been so good for me, I can't say no to you," he cooed. "Thank you," I blush at his words.
"Okay, knees baby girl," he said stepping away from me. I sink to the floor only to see that he is fully clothed. I hold out my hand for him to help me back up. "What's wrong darlin'?" "Nothing, we just need to get this off first," I said playing with the hem of his work shirt. "Yes ma'am," "thank you for cooperating Mr. Miller," I said eye fucking him. This man is beyond fine, he is a work of art... He isn't too muscly. He doesn't have super-defined abs which is perfect to grab onto. His soft skin feels so right against mine...
"Baby, are you just going to keep staring at me?" "I wish I could, you are perfect Joel." "Glad you think so baby, but I prefer my old body," he laughed. "No," "no?" "No, yes your body was so hot but this body right here... Is just so sexy," I groan at the thought of every part of him. "Damn every time I was down about my body I should have just came to you," he scoffed.
"Yes, you should have. I would have worshiped your body like no other," I hummed leaving small kisses along his jaw. "Fuck," he moaned as I made my down to his chest. "You know I have never had someone to love my chest as much as you do," he gasped as I gave a teasing lick to his nipple... "Is that right?" I laid butterfly kisses along his pecs.
"Yes, you show love to every part of my body love." "Just wait and see how much I love your thighs," I grip his sides. "This I love, I can hold on to this, or these when I ride you," I gestured to his tummy and pecs. "You're killin' me here baby girl," he groaned as I pulled him into my embrace. "That's the plan baby," I gave a quick kiss before sinking to my knees. "I can watch you like this all day," he stroked my hair.
"Belt please?" "Yes ma'am" he smiled discarding his belt. I took my time undoing his jeans. "You look so pretty, my baby." "Thank you, but complementing me won't make me work faster," I hummed. Pulling down his jeans along with his boxer briefs, his cock sprung out with a hiss from Joel. "Shit, you're big," I say without thinking...
"Thank you, baby," the smirk on his face grew. He stepped out of the puddle of his clothes and kicked them to the side. "Now it's your turn to sit on the bed, Mr. Miller." "Everything good comes from sitting with you," he laughed turning me with him. "Just rest on your elbows for me, please?" I asked stroking his strong thighs.
"Oh, anything for you baby," he placed a soft kiss on my lips before leaning back. He let out a small sigh when I placed my hand on his stomach. Dragging my nails down to his thighs, his beautiful thighs... "Baby you look like you're about to eat me," he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. "Oh I am, you have no idea how long I wanted to kiss these babies... I already rid them, now it's time for me to show your thighs what they need," I hum hovering my lips over the soft skin of his thighs.
"And what is it that they need?" He questioned with a raised brow. "This," I left kisses along his inner thigh, never taking my eyes off him. I leave a train of forming hickeys up each thigh making my way to his cock. "Baby, you are the only person to ever leave marks on my thighs," he gasped as I sank my teeth into his thigh. "If you don't like it, I can stop-" "No, I mean I don't mind it," he rasped shutting his eyes. "Joel?" "Hmm?" "Tell me, what were you thinking about when I was watching you the other night?" I asked leaving a trail of kisses to his cock.
"What I was thinking of?" "Yeah, I want to know," I say in a low tone taking his hard cock in my hand. "Okay- shit- okay I was thinking of your first night here when Sarah dragged you out to go clubbin' and you wore that pretty little red dress, and you were pissed as hell because you didn't get to have fun..." He hissed bucking his hips into my hand.
"And you slept with some guy and you didn't get to cum before he did. You were just sitting there in the little dress with your legs in my lap as I massaged your calves... all I remember was that I wanted to pin you down and fuck you right there. To make you cum on my cock. And I heard you after you went to your room... I heard you moaning, I heard you cumming. And all I wanted was to be there with you, wanting to be the one you were moaning for." he groaned as my hand gently squeezed his cock.
"I was thinking of you, all I wanted was you... I was pissed because she took me with her, and I didn't get to spend time with you like we used to. I was horny and wanted you..." I wrapped my lips around his cock earning a low moan. "Of fuck," his eyes fluttered shut. "Baby, all you had to do was ask." "Yeah but what's the fun in that?" I giggle.
"If you want me to fuck you, you have to stop takin' me so deep in your throat," he groaned as I pulled off holding a tight grip on the base of his cock. "That was close pretty one," "I know, but who said I couldn't make you cum twice?" I laughed. "Oh I know you can, but I don't need my soul to leave my body."
"Okay, now the real fun," I said crawling onto him. "You know, I haven't had someone let me use them like that." "Ever?" "Well, there was one, but he was more submissive than you, but no one who went along with it..." "Assholes, that's what they are, every person should let you treat them right," "I agree, but right now is about making you feel good," my voice huskier than ever as I sank down onto him.
"Oh, my god," he exhaled as I sank further down. "Yes, I am your god, I am your fucked up god," I said with a gasp as he bottomed out. The way he is stretching me is so fucking perfect. "Just give me a minute Joel, fuck this angle has you deeper than last time," I moan hanging my head, gripping at his shoulders.
"It's okay, take your time to adjust, I'm not goin' anywhere baby," "fuck me, you're too big!" "You can take it, baby, I know you can. Just like my good girl," he slowly slid the tiniest bit out only to slam back in. "Joel! Fuck," I cry out in pleasure. "What was I doing when you were thinking of me that night?" He asked fucking up into me.
"I was thinking about what one of Sarah's friends said about you needing to pound into something so you can let loose a bit with us- shit- I was thinking of you storming into my room and fucking me silly. Letting you have your way with me- Fuck me do that again!" I moaned as he pressed deep into me over and over.
"Joel, please- fucking shit make me cum please," I cry out snaking my hand around his throat. "Please, please- oh god, please!" I beg as he pounded from underneath me. "I was supposed to do all the work," I finally get out in one breath. "Next time I promise baby, but I am just so deep I can't help it. You are just so tight darlin'" he grunted as I clenched around him.
"I can feel how close you are baby, you feel so good around me," "Joel, can I cum? Please?" I beg as tears prick my eyes as the pleasure takes over my mind. "Oh my pretty baby, look at you. Cum, cum for me," he coaxed. "Joel, oh my-" My third orgasm took over. My legs shook as I pick up our pace. My mind goes blank. My back Arching. My eye's shutting... My hand choking Joel... "Fuck baby just like that, you can take it, fuck yourself onto me. Use me to get yourself off," he grunted.
"Joel cum in me, I want you to cum in me," "shit," he threw his head back, arching his back... His orgasm was so powerful, I could feel the way his legs were shaking under me. "Fucking shit," he gasped for air painting my insides with his hot load, opening my eyes I see my hand around his neck... "Oh, shit sorry Joel," I gasped slowly sliding off of him. "Don't apologize for that baby, I just came the hardest I have ever cum because of that," he said trying his best to catch his breath.
"come here," he said pulling me up his body. What are you doing?" I giggled "I'm not done with you just yet Darlin'," he smirked hovering me above his face. "Sit," he demanded pulling on my thighs. "But-" "No 'but's' sit. Now." "Yes sir," I obey as he attached his mouth to my leaking cunt. "Joel, you don't have to do this. I can clean myself- shit," I moan as he sucked our mixed juices. "One more please baby," "Joel, I- I can't," "I know you can sugar," fuck it, can another orgasm really hurt? Yes, it can...
"Joel please, it's too much," I cry. "Well, she tells me otherwise, she's clenching around my finger like her life depends on it," he chuckled. "Fuck!" I yell grinding down on his face, squeezing my thighs around his head when my fourth orgasm crashed through me like no other. "Joel!" I cry out when he doesn't stop. "Joel please-" "Just cleaning up baby, that's all," he hummed to himself. "Good, because I don't think I could take another one," I gave a breathless laugh.
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We lay in bed for a few minutes trying to calm our breath. I climb out the bed to find my phone. "Where are you going?" "I have to get my phone," I said picking up my clothes. "Why some other guy you have to go to?" "Yeah, I have to call Sean," I said making him laugh. "What's so funny Joel?" I say with a blank face. "Wait seriously?" He barked rolling out of bed to find his boxers.
"Yeah, why?" I asked slipping on my panties and shirt. "You're going back to Sean's?" "Yeah, I'm taking my things over there- where is this coming from?" "I just thought- I mean you're still leaving after this?" He pointed to the bed we were just fucking in. "You just thought what?" "I don't know, that you would stay?" "Joel, regardless of what happens here, I'll still have to leave you at some point."
"Yeah, but do you have to go back to Sean's?" "What is it with you and him? Hmm?" "He's not good enough for you," "and what makes you the judge of that? Who said I was sleeping with him?" "No one,-" "Exactly, no one... So just stay out of it," I said as my phone rang. "Hey, yeah I'm ready. Okay- okay bye." I ended the call slipping into my pants.
"Wow, just like that huh?" He yelled yanking on his jeans. "What?" "I mean what was this?" "What do you mean Joel?" "This? The sex?" "Hey, you started that, not me," I sighed walking out his room. "Hey, you don't get to walk away from me!" "What are you going to do huh?" "I- I don't know yet," he huffed standing in the hallway. "Okay so if you don't mind Sean is waiting for me outside," I pushed passed him as I pulled my suitcases alongside me down the stairs.
I swing open the front door to see Sean standing at his truck. "Here let me help you with that-" "Thanks but I got it Joel," I pull away from him walking out the door. "Here honey, I got this. You get in and put your seat belt on," he said taking my suitcases... "Thank you, Sean," I said eyeing Joel...
We pull away from the house, and he is still standing there. Just watching us drive away...
"Look, I know you don't want to. But you are gonna have to talk to me," "I know Sean, but not right now... Not today..." "Okay, well I'm here," "I know," "Okay, how about dinner and a movie and a fort in the living room?" "How about a bath then all of them?" "Sounds perfect." "Yes it does," I let out a sigh leaning my head back...
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I turn over to an empty spot, groaning as the morning light peeked through the window. Shit, what time is it? "Sean!" I yell, tossing the pillows. "Okay, I am only in the kitchen. Why are you yelling?" "Have you seen my phone?" "No, sweetness... Where did you last see it?" Shit... That is just perfect. "At Joel's, when I last used it..."
"Why don’t you stay here and I’ll go get it for you-" "Nah, it’s okay I can just buy a new one-" I trail off with a gasp. "What?" "I- um, I left something at Joel’s other than my phone..." "What? A bag or somethin’?" "No, more like an um- um my bra," I sighed... "You slept with him again?" "Yeah… But I was in a rush-" "Wow, I mean just wow!" He laughed.
"What are you laughing at Sean?" "You, I mean you go over there to get your things then you end up fucking him and now you are back to being cold towards him, that is just beautiful!" "Okay, it’s not funny, Sean," I yell as I swat at his shoulder. "To me, it is-" "Oh fuck off!" "Come on, I’ll take you to pick it up." "No, I’ll get it tomorrow… I have seen enough Joel," I huff sitting on the bed.
"You literally saw him yesterday-" "My point exactly, so we can just wait for tomorrow," "Whatever you want honey," "Thank you..." "Hey, I'm going to be at the bar pretty much all day and night so I want you to stop by for a bit," he said pulling on his shirt.
"I will-" "You're not just saying that?" He asked, placing his hand in mine. "No, I'll stop by and we can get some food on the way home," "That sounds good to me," he said, leaving a soft kiss on my head. "I'll see you later sweetheart," he gave me a sad look, walking from my hands. "You got it," I waved him bye before tossing myself back onto the mattress.
After a power nap, I slouch to the living room to put on some Bowie; I hear a faint knock at the door. I glance at the clock on the wall, 2:45 PM it's probably his neighbor leaving the key.. Opening the door with a small smile. "Hey Sean's not hear right now but- no shit." "Darlin'?" "JJ? What are you doing here?" "I came by to leave Sean my keys, what are you doing here?" She asked, wide-eyed.
"I'm staying here for a bit... Wait, you're his neighbor?" "Yeah, how long have you been in town?" "About four weeks," "damn, how's life been?" "It has been crazy lately." "Sorry to hear that," she shook her head. "It's fine, what have you been up to?" "Nothing much, I'm heading out right now." "That's nice," I gave a smile. "Look, you should come out with me!" "No, I wouldn't want to be a burden-" "No please, I would love your company, just like old times," she laughed.
"I mean, it couldn't hurt to go out for a bit-" "That's my girl, go get ready. I'll wait for you," she said, stepping into Sean's house. Just like old times, right? What can go wrong? A lot...
Her car is blasting music like I remember. "Who is all going to be there?" I asked, turning down the radio. "Well, random people, Kat, Rick, and Max," JJ sang with a smirk. "Oh, no JJ-" "What?" "I can't go, I should have asked beforehand," I rake my fingers through my hair. "Well, if I told you who was going, you wouldn't have come," she said, focused on the road. "JJ I can't," "Why not?"
"Because those are Sarah's friends, not mine-" "Am I Sarah's friend?" "No-" "Well then, why should it matter?" "It's just that we aren't getting along at the moment-" "Nothing new there, I mean she is an ass." "What do you mean by that?" "Well I mean she has always treated others like she was better than them so none of us really hang out with her, so trust me you are safe tonight." "Okay. fuck it... Let's go have fun," I sighed, trying my best to shake my nerves.
"Hey, look at me," she said, putting the gear in park. "You are going to have fun, you are going to talk to people, and most important of all... You are going to kiss some people!" "Okay, I am not kissing anyone," I laugh, unbuckling my seatbelt.
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"Hey, Darlin'!" They yell as I enter the small bar... "Hey, guys," I said as I greeted them with hugs. "Omg, how have you been Darlin'?" "I have been just fine Kat." "That's good!" "How have you been?" "I have been fantastic! Rick proposed!" "Oh my god! What? When did this happen?" "Last week!" "Congratulations!" I yelled as I hugged her. "Congrats, dude," I said as I hugged Rick. "Thanks, sweetheart. I mean, I had to settle down, I couldn't let this one get away," Rick laughed as he hugged Kat.
"Hey!" "Oh, hey Max," "how have you been Darlin'? Does anyone even call you Darlin' anymore?" "Oh no, they don't, but I have been good," I laugh at the nickname. "That's good... So what do people call you nowadays?" "Um... They call me y/n, no one really calls me any nicknames..." "Not even Sean? Joel? The boyfriend?" He gave an unsure smile...
"Well, Joel and Sean are the only ones who call me nicknames but there is no boyfriend," I said, looking away from him. "What? What happened to Mitch?" "He cheated, and I got bored with him..." "Sorry to hear that Darlin'- y/n." "Thanks," I said as I took a beer from his grasp. "That was mine," "and now it's mine," I laughed, taking a swig.
"So how is Sean doing?" Kat blurted, dragging Ricky alongside her, "I thought you were with Mitch?" Ricky said with a puzzled look. "Who told you that?" "JJ, why?" "I'm not seeing anyone... I haven't been for a while now." I scoffed. "Oh, um- what happened?" "I mean Sean, and I broke up before I left for college. I got with Mitch after a few months, then he cheated on me..."
"Man Darlin' I'm sorry to hear that." "It's okay, but don't listen to everything you hear from JJ-" "What about me?" She interrupted with a smile. "Why did you tell them that I was still seeing someone?" I yelled, storming out of the bar.
"What the hell did you say to them?" JJ quietly yelled. "I told them that I'm not seeing someone," "Why would you do that?" "Because I'm not!" "Well Darlin', that's none of their business-" "Stop with that stupid name! No one calls me Darlin'!" I yell, shaking my head in disbelief...
"You know what? I am done, I came here to escape life for a while, but if I have to deal with this, I'm out," I scoffed. "Okay, Darlin', I am sorry, can you stay and party with us? I wanted you to have fun, I shouldn't have said anything to anyone," JJ said as she handed me a blunt. "Okay, yeah, I don't see why not," I said as I took the blunt from her hand. "That's my girl!" JJ yelled as I took a puff.
The music is loud. People are dancing like there is no tomorrow. "See, wasn't that easy?" "Yeah, I guess," I mumbled, stepping through the doors. "That a good girl, you want more tequila?" "Sure," I stumbled next to Max.
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"Hey, I don't think you should drink anymore, you have drank so much in so little time," "Let her be Max, now come Darlin'," JJ said, pulling her to a table. "JJ, you can't do this to her, she got away from us for a reason," "Look, Max, she wanted to do this, if you say anything else to her and I will deny it because you don't have proof," JJ shoved me with a finger. "Fine, fuck you JJ, you are acting just like Sarah... I am not going under for you, you are on your own," I said, grabbing my jacket.
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It's dark. It's so cold. Where am I?... "You okay?" "Max?" "Yeah, well I mean if you would open your eyes you could see me," "I can't open my eyes." "Why not?" "It's too bright." "In Sean's house? Where it's literally 4 in the morning?" 4 In the morning? "Where is Sean?" "Store, he's gettin' you some things."
"Okay... How much did I drink?" "What do you remember?" "Nothin' much..." "There's your answer..." "That bad?" "I know I haven't seen you since we graduated but I thought you were smarter than this," "Max-" "No, you hang around with dicks, between her and Sarah... I mean damn," he sighed as the front door opened. "Hey, they didn't have- what the hell were you thinkin'!" Sean yelled as he tossed the bag on the couch next to me.
"Sean-" "No, look, this is why I wanted you to stay with me. So you won't get this drunk... So you won't get this high... I mean, what the hell? You know I didn't remember her? How she treated you? That makes me feel like shit," "Sean, it's fine. I just needed a night to myself-" "You say that as Max had to drag you to my bar because you showed up at his house, crying and so drunk you didn't even know who you were talking to!" He scoffed, walking away. "Take a shower and I'll make you some food," he yelled from the kitchen.
My head is pounding, and that knocking isn't helping... I glance at the clock on Sean's dresser. 4:27 PM... I groan, rolling out of bed. "Sean, who is knocking?" I asked, rubbing my temples, "I'll check, hold on," he grumbled, rolling off the couch. "Sean, get the door or I will shoot it..." "Okay jeez." "Hey, Joel, yeah she's in the kitchen just be a little quiet," "or don't because if that's your whispering voice then you have already killed me," I said sliding against the wall.
 "I'm gonna go back to bed so you guys can talk-" "You can take the bed, Sean, I'll go lay down later-" "No, you can have it, I don't mind it," he said throwing himself on the couch.
"What's goin' through that hungover brain of yours?" Joel asked, sliding down next to me. "Everything but also nothing," I sighed as I leaned my head back against the wall. "Let's get you back to bed hmm?" He asked as he helped me up "Joel, you don't even have to be here- wait why are you here?"
"Because you had a rough night," he said caressing my cheek "Joel, I am a big girl I can take care of myself," I said walking into Sean’s room. "Oh, I never said you couldn't, I know you are more than capable," he chuckled. "Come back to the house and stay with me, just until you leave," he said with his big puppy eyes.
"Joel-" "Please?" "Joel, why are you in here?" I sighed, turning to him "I'm not gonna lie but I just want to be with you for a bit and I really want to kiss you," he said in a single breath, leaning in. "Why don't you?" I whispered. "Because I don't know if you want me to," he whispered against my lips "Joel, there's not a day that I don't want you to kiss me," I gave a sad laugh.
"Then come here," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. I slowly walk to him and stood in between his legs. "Please, kiss me," he softly begged. "You begging is a sight to see..." "Only for you," he said, pulling me down. "I'm not kissing you on this bed, Joel," I said, stepping back. "Fine, then kiss me on my bed. Come home with me."
"Joel-" "Just for a few days, and if you want to come back... I'll bring you back." "If I say yes, will you stop being a baby?" I laughed. "For you? Never, but please come home with me... Where you belong," he held my hand to his lips. "Okay, I'll go," I whispered low enough for us to hear.
"Sean?" I yelled from the bathroom. "Yes?" He rounded the corner. "Okay, I need my bags please-" "You're leavin' already? I thought you two were goin' good-" "No, I'm going back..." "Hell yes! I get to have my bed all to myself again," he cheered. "Oh shut up Sean, can you go get my bags please?" "Yes ma'am," he laughed, walking away.
"So, are you ready?" Joel asked, knocking at the bathroom door. "Hey, yeah, can you send Sean please?" "Yeah, I'll get him for you," he said, backing away from the door.
A knock startles me. "It's me, open up," Sean's voice echoed through the small bathroom. "What's wrong?" He softly asked closing the door. "I am going to stay with him..." "Okay?" "What do I do?" "You go with him?" "No smartass, like what am I supposed to do? I mean we are like best of friends... I slept with him..." "Yeah, but you're a big girl. You got this," "Sean, that's helpful."
"It's not supposed to be helpful, I'm your friend, not your boyfriend," he laughed. "What do you mean you were just like this when you were my boyfriend," I scoffed. "Just go with him, talk, laugh, and cry, just like you always do. You don't have to tell him anythin', but please open up to someone other than me... You need it," he said before leaving a swift kiss on my forehead.
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He has been in the bathroom with her for quite some time now. I'm not jealous. Just protective, that's all. "Okay, I'm ready now." She spoke in a soft tone. "Okay, well, let's hit the road," I said, taking her bags.
The whole ride back to my house was full of music, she never liked to talk when she was driving with me. She just liked to listen to music and enjoy the drive. "We are here, sweetheart," I whispered as if she was a fragile flower. "You know you didn't have to agree," I said, slouching on the couch. "What do you mean?" "It's just that you look like you regret even coming back to the house, and you could have said that you didn't want to come. I would have left it alone," "Joel, I didn't mean to make it seem like that," she whispered, sitting next to me.
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He sat there with his head hung low... "It's just that you don't seem to want to be here," "I do, I want to be here with you, It's just going to take some time." "Okay, I can respect that," he said with a sad smile... "Just tell me when you want to stop all of this and I'll take you back to Sean's-" "Hey, why would I want to stop all of this? I love this," I smirked at his fake pout. "You know me so well." "You bet your ass I do," I laughed, leaning on his shoulder.
"How about we make some dinner and watch a movie?" "I think that sounds perfect," I sighed, nestling into his soft touches. "What do you want to eat?" "I think some Alfredo pasta will satisfy me more than anything," my stomach growled at the thought. "Well, I must do anything to satisfy you," he laughed, holding me closer. "Yes you must, I am just that precious," I beamed.
"Okay, you get the pasta ready and I'll do the sauce," I said handing him the box of pasta. "I haven't had you cook for me in a very long time," he sighed in relief. "And I haven't had you cook with me in a very long time," I bumped his hip with mine. "Well, it's thanks to you, I can kinda cook, I mean it's nowhere near as good as yours but it'll do if I don't want to starve," he laughed.
"This smells so good Joel," "I agree, but it's only because you made it." "Oh stop it, you helped," I swatted at his shoulder. "Doing what? The pasta?" "Hey, you helped with some of the spices-" "Only because I remembered which ones you liked," he hummed to himself. "Well, isn't that sweet of you?"
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"Not as sweet as you," he whispered, his breath on my neck. "Joel," "what baby?" "What are you doing?" "Nothing, I'm just taking you in," he said leaving small kisses along my neck. "Oh, really?" "Yes, you have been out of my touch for too long," he rasped swaying my hips with his. "Joel, we'll burn the food," I gasped feeling his bulge pressed firmly against my ass. "Then turn down the heat," he said reaching over to mess with the knobs. "You're an ass, Mr. Miller," I turned to steal a kiss from him.
I hummed into the kiss, dragging my teeth lightly along his bottom lip. "You are killing me," he pulled away. "Good," I smirked "fuck baby you look so sexy," he said peeling my small shirt off of my heated body and throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Oh, look at all my work," he says as he traces over all the hickeys on my chest, down to my breast.
"I want to hear those sexy moans of yours," he said slipping his hand into my pants. "Fuck!" I practically screamed. "Is this what my pretty baby needed?" he asked teasingly. "Fuck please," I begged as he pulled down my pants along with my panties. "Now, now, you have to be patient baby girl," his voice hoarse as he slid a thick finger down my slits causing my hips to buck into his touch. "Fuck, I barely touched you and you are so wet for me." He said in almost awe "Just for you, Joel," I moaned as he knelt between my thighs.
"Joel, please," I moaned as he made perfect circles on my clit with his soft tongue. "Just like that baby, use my face to get yourself off," he growled inserting two of his thick fingers into my aching cunt. "Fucking shit," I screamed as my thighs shook around his head. My knees almost gave out as I tried to hold myself up. "Yes, baby girl... Cum on my tongue, cum for me," he coaxed "Joel, please make me cum, please," I cried out.
"Oh, there is nothin' I want more, my pretty baby," he cooed as if he wasn't finger fucking me right now. "I can feel how close you are baby, you can let go," "fuck me," I cried breathlessly as a tear of pure euphoria fell down my face. "There you go, give me what I want baby," he rasped as I clenched around his fingers bringing me closer to my release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as he curled his finger at an inhuman pace. I came but this time it was different... It was wetter... Shit, what did I do? "I'm so sorry, it won't stop," I cried as it just kept flowing out of me. With a gasp I'm squirting on Joel's face, soaking his mouth and beard...
"Shit baby girl, don't apologize... That was fucking perfect," "I've never done that before," I say trying to catch my breath. "Never?" "I don’t think I have… but this was... Fuck you're soaked," I said collecting my juices from his chin. "You did so good for me," he stood placing a soft and passionate kiss on my lips, "what are you doing?" "My turn," I say acting innocently as I suck and bite from his chest to his tummy.
I pull down his jeans and boxers. I tried to take him as deep as I could without gagging. "Shit baby girl, right there- " He moaned while pulling on my hair making me whimper fuck he looks hot. "Fuck you look so sexy no wonder why everyone wants you," I said with a possessive growl before taking him deeper than last time. "But you are the only one that can have me," he said with lustful eyes, "fuck baby girl just like that, you look so sexy like this," he growled shoving his big cock down my throat.
"Come here," he said in a single breath, "what's wrong?" "As much as I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours I really want to cum in you again." "Well don't let me stop you then," I giggled allowing him to pull me with him. "Okay baby girl, are you ready?" His voice is hoarse as he pulled my body against his. "For you? I'm always ready," I smirked as he slid into me with ease because of my wetness "shit!" I slightly yell before I bit down onto his shoulder causing him to smirk.
"Joel, please," I whine rubbing circles on my clit. "What do you want baby?" "I want you to fuck me harder, please!" I cried out as I instinctively clenched around him. "Fuck if you keep clenching me like that I won't last baby," he grunted as his pace got sloppier. "What if I don't want you to last? Hmm?" "Such a slut for my cock huh?" He rasped wrapping a hand around my neck "fuck just like that Joel," I moan chasing my orgasm.
"Oh, my god y/n, you're so fucking tight. I've never fucked a pussy this tight," he slowed his pace to only slam back into me. "Never? Not even the pretty little thing you brought home that one summer?" I hissed resting my head on the cool counter. "Not even her baby, she wasn't you. She wasn't what I wanted," he whispered tangling his fingers in my hair, making a makeshift ponytail with his fist. "And what was that?" "I wanted your sweet little cunt. I wanted to be the one that fucked you. You don't understand how much it pissed me off when you told me you finally fucked that kid," a moan was ripped from his chest as he slammed into me.
"I had to get myself off after that, I tried so hard not to think of you that night... I had a nice boyfriend and all I could think of was fucking you," a moan escaped as I came around his cock. "Just like that, good girl cum on my cock, just like that fuck," he groaned thrusting deep in me. He's so deep when he cums. "Shit!" He grunted as he painted my insides with his hot load... "Fuck baby, you were such a good girl for me," he said trying to catch his breath. "Thank you, Mr. Miller" I gasped as he pulled out with a hiss.
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"Okay, you go take a shower and I'll finish the food," I said with sleepy eyes picking up our clothes. "Okay, I'll be quick so you can take one too," he laughed leaving a swift kiss on my forehead. After a few minutes, I hear the water turn off from upstairs. "Baby! You can come up and take your shower," Joel called out from the stairs, "thank you," I said putting the now-cooked pasta in the sauce.
After that relaxing shower, I headed down the stairs in only Joel's shirt and a small pair of pajama bottoms. "How was your shower?" "It was good, better than Sean's shower," I laughed letting down my hair from the loose bun I held it in. "So I'll get this plated and you pick the movie?" He asked reaching for the plates. "Yeah that would be nice, having you serve me," I hummed to myself and he just laughed at my comment.
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We are cuddled on the couch with my knees bent over his legs as he massaged my calves, watching Coraline, talking like we always do when I hear the turning of the knob. "Dad, you'll never guess what I just heard!" She yelled through the house. "Sarah? What are you doing here?" "I live here duh, what is she doing here?" "She's staying here duh," he said giving her the same flat tone. "Well now this is awkward," she said with a fake pout.
"What is Sarah? That you're acting like you weren't yelling at me the other day or the fact that you are acting like a child and decided to stay at your friends for more than the weekend?" "Neither of those things, well I didn't want to tell you like this but apparently y/n and Sean are back together,, I didn't even know they were together in the first place," she scoffed with a smirk looking my way. Who the fuck told her that? "What do you mean Sarah? I'm not with Sean," I shot up, fixing my posture.
"Well people say otherwise," she barked rolling her eyes. "Who told you that?" "I'm no snitch, but I mean weren't you living with him?" "Yeah, but that doesn't we were sleeping together, you know that," "I don't know, you have been acting so differently lately! I don't even know who you are anymore!" She yelled moving closer to us. "Girls calm down, let's just talk about this, y/n? Is this true? Were you sleeping with him?" Joel asked with sad eyes.
"No, I would never, I mean yeah I love him but we have no future together, you know that..." "See, she still loves him, Dad," "Sarah shut up! Why do you even care?" "Because you're cheating on Mitchy!" "I'm not even with him! Not after that!" "You don't even know what you're talking about!" She yelled in my face. "Okay, one of you tell me what the fuck is going on! Right now!" He yelled pushing us apart. "Don't you dare say shit," she barked with gritted teeth...
"Okay, someone needs to say something! I am tired of this bullshit," Joel yelled as Sarah just gave me a 'say anything and I will end you' look. "There is nothing to say, Joel, I mean it really is nothing-" "See, I told you she was being dramatic!" "You told him what?" "Well, I mean, you are overreacting over nothing!" She huffed, flipping her hair.
"You know what? I treated you like a friend, I didn't have to. Your dad wanted you to make friends, so I did him a favor..." "Yeah right-" "He was my friend way before you even stepped into my life," I barked. "So you were my friend till you fucked everything up," she gave a shove to my shoulder.
"Fine, if you see it that way, then you have no problem with me telling your dad what I did?" "Don't you fucking dare!" She yelled, running at me, instinctively I punched her in the face, making her fall on her ass. "You fucking bitch!" She cursed, holding her nose.
"Joel, do you remember how I told you that Mitchel cheated on me with one of our friends?" "Yeah?" "Well, he did, with Zoe... And Sarah. It had been going on since the second month we were together and when we came to visit and we stayed with my dad, I caught them... And my dad told me to get over it because he had known for months and decided that what they were doing was okay..." I let out a sob.
He just stood there. His face was blank, not a word has left his mouth... "And this is why I said that it didn't matter, you don't have to believe me," I spoke with a sad tone. "Why would he believe you? You are such a liar?" "Sarah, I want you out of this fucking house right now," he barked, raking his fingers through his hair.
"What-" "You heard me, how could you do that to your best friend? She was there for you when you needed her and yet you do this? I mean, what the fuck happened to you?" He question as she stood to her feet, letting the blood drip onto the floor. "Nothing happened to me, what happened to you? I thought you were going to have my side no matter what?" "I do, I did, till you betray someone like this... I didn't raise you to be like that, Sarah-"
"That's right, you didn't raise me, you were always with her!" "I was with her because I was way too nice and let you go out wherever just so you wouldn't throw a tantrum! You wanted to leave so I let you, you seemed happy so I let myself think I was doing a great job... Now look at you, all like your mother." He spat, walking away from us.
"This is all your fault!" She yelled, running at me again. I see red, nothing but red... My ears are ringing as I pounce on her, punching her face. I can't hold back the tears and screams that fall from me. Joel finally gets a grip on me as he pulls me off of her.
"Baby, stop. I know it hurts, but you can't do this!" He yelled as I tried to get free of his arms. "Baby? You're sleeping with her?" Her voice roared as she stood, stomping towards me. "Stop it, both of you! I have had enough of this," he pushed Sarah back as he put me behind him. "You're fucking her? You're fucking my friend-" "She was never your friend! I knew her first, she was in my life first and it is none of your goddamn business who I'm fucking!" He yelled, startling me.
"How could you do this to me? I thought you cared about me y/n!" "I did, at one point I just realized that you were only using me! I stopped talking to everyone here because you and your boyfriend kept putting shit in my head and I just let it happen," I scoffed, pushing Joel from in front of me. "Yeah right, tell yourself whatever you want-" "Fuck you, Sarah, I'm done with this shit. You can just shove it up you ass man," I said walking to the kitchen. "Bitch don't you dare walk away from me!" She yelled after me. "Sarah, that's enough! Leave her alone," Joel called out following us.
"Sarah, please just give it a rest, I wasn't allowed to get mad when I found out that he slept with you so you have no right to get mad about me sleeping with your dad," I sighed turning to her just to get punched in the shoulder... I just stand there with a blank face in disbelief. "You punch like a bitch," I laughed before my fist met her face once again.
"This is what you want Dad? This bitch who hits me?" "Don't call her that, and you started this. Stop acting like a child," he barked pulling her back from me. "Joel, do you want me to leave Because I can go-" "Yes-" "No, you're not going anywhere, the one who is leaving is you, Sarah, I'm not gonna say it again," "Dad-" "No, you have brought shame to this family, I can't believe you did this to someone who gave you all their attention," he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just go Sarah," "dad-" "Sarah, please just leave. I don't want you here right now!" "Fine, you can have this bitch," "Sarah," he gave a warning glare. "You two deserve each other, this is so fucked up!" She yelled storming out the front door.
"That was so unnecessary," I laughed, "you're laughin' right now?" He asked with a raised brow. "Sorry, I just thought that wasn't going to come out," I sound crazed. "What?" "I wasn't going to tell you, I was going to keep it to myself probably till the day I died," I laughed as tears fell. "That's what Sean wanted you to tell me?" "Yeah," "You told him and not me?" His tone was angry, "Joel, it was a great idea at the time." "You could have called me..." "No I couldn't have," "Yes-"
"No, they were in the dorms at all times, they invaded my personal space then my mind... I couldn't even think for myself at times, I had to make sure it was okay with them... I couldn't call you because Mitchel found it weird and would tell Sarah that I was talking to you so she would ask about every little detail we talked about and made me tell her," "how could she make you?" He scoffed.
"She would make Mitchel hit me, or... Or she would do it herself, I had to hide so many bruises when we would come over, I had to hide so much from you when we came over," I sighed sliding down to the floor. "Why? Why would you do that?" "Because I thought I was going to lose you," I choked on my words as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "Why would you think that?" "Because she's your daughter, family comes first-" "No, you come first... She never treated you right, I love my daughter but that's not the little girl I raised so technically she's not my daughter-" "Joel, don't say that..."
"No I mean it-" "No you don't, this is why I didn't want to say anything... Either you would hate me, or you would hate her," I let a tear fall. "Oh my sweet baby, I could never hate you," he rushed to his knees to sit between mine.
Silence with Joel always seems to ease anything that happens. "How about we go to bed?" His soft tone broke me free from thought. "I'm not sleepy yet-" "Your body says otherwise," he pointed to my tired eyes. "Joel, it's fine. I'm good-" "Nope, you're in our house, you're not gonna be tired unless I make you tired," he said with a smirk picking me up bridal style. Our house... I giggled at the thought.
He softly laid me on his bed as if I were a delicate flower. "Joel, I could sleep in my own bed," I sat on my elbows watching him crawl into bed. "No, from now on you'll be sleeping in my- our bed," he hummed. "Joel,-" "Don't say anything right now, let's just be like this just for a little bit," he has always said 'our house' but this time it feels like it has a different meaning like he really means it this time. "I can see you thinking, what's on your mind?" His hands made soft strokes through my hair. "Nothing, just that... I love this," I gave a quick kiss before turning over, "I love this too," his words almost sounding sad...
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I see his watch on the nightstand, 3:45 AM... Of course, he's not in bed. walking down the stairs I hear a slight sniffle. "Joel?" I softly called out as I made my way through the kitchen to the living room. "Hey, what are you doing up?" He asked wiping a tear. "Are you crying?" "No, of course not," he adjusted on the couch "Joel, come on," I sat beside him.
"Tell me what's wrong," I held his hand, "it's just- what happens when you leave me?" "Leave you?" "Yeah, you'll go back to school and you're not gonna want me anymore," he more to himself than me. "Why do you say that?" "You love this, not me... You love the small world we're in, not us," he rolled his eyes. "You really think that?" "I mean how else am I supposed to see it?"
"Really Miller?" I scoffed poking his shoulder. "You got me fucked up if you think of me like that, I love what we have... Because it's us, I love us, I love you," I laughed, leaving a puzzled look on his face. "You love me?" "Yes, I have been in love with you since I was 17," "You really love me?" "Joel Miller, I know we don't say 'I love you' unless we really mean it, so do you think I mean it?"
"Yes, I mean-" "Joel, shut up," I laughed pulling him in for a soft kiss, his breath hitched as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Joel Miller, you are a sucker and I love making you a sucker," I smiled at his puppy eyes. "Now, you're gonna come back to bed because if you don't I'll force you to watch movies all morning," I giggled pulling him off the couch. "Yes ma'am," he rushed up to tickle me "Joel, if you don't stop tickling me!" I yelled running up the stairs. "You'll do what? Huh?" "I'll bite you because I know my tickles don't faze you," I cried with laughter as we reached the bed. "You know I'll like it," he laughed tossing us on the messy bed.
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I finally have her, she's mine. I have this woman all to myself. It's wrong but it feels so right, I never thought I would have her all to myself. "So, how long will she be mad at us?" She asked as I cradled her face in my hands. "She will never get over it," I said in a hushed voice, "I love you," she whispered, "I love you, and I don't care who knows," I placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Joel, I love you, I love you enough to let you go-" "To let me go? Are you breaking up with me?" "No-" "I knew you would, I don't know why I keep tellin' myself that anyone could love this old fool," I huffed hopping off the bed. "Hey! Don't you dare talk about yourself like that! Ever, this isn't about me or you-Well it's about you a little bit... I just don't want you to sacrifice your relationship with your daughter for me," she yelled standing on her knees, the bed making her a bit taller than me. "I won't be, she made her decision and I made mine, I lost you once and I ain't gonna lose you again-" "You won't, I'll still come by but I- We just can't be us," "no, that's not good enough for me, and neither is it for you, you deserve to be happy, and if that's with me then I am gonna make it happen," I sighed, leaning my forehead against hers.
"Hey, look at me, I am happy... With you, I am happy with you. I will never change my mind, I will never get tired of you, and I certainly won't stop loving you," I placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I just want you to be happy, I don't want to be the reason you're not, you may feel like you can love me forever right now... But what happens when the guilt comes back? When you regret being with me and miss your daughter?" "I will always miss her, but I miss the old her... I will never regret being with you, I love- I have always loved you... No one in this world could ever change that," I gave a weak laugh as a tear rolled down her sad face.
"I will love you till I die, I don't think I could stop loving you... Even if I tried." "Joel?" "Yeah?" "What happens when I leave?" "We will make it work, I'll visit you, and you'll come visit me. We will make it work. And, we go back to our late-night calls because I miss hearing your voice at the end of a hard day," "me too," she sniffled. "When do you go back?" "I leave in a 7 days, then I'll have a week left to prepare for the new semester..." "Okay, till then we will not leave this bed no matter what," I smiled rolling us over onto our sides.
"I would love to see that but you mister, have work in the morning." "Don't remind me, I was hopin' to forget so I can stay here with you all day," "I don't think so Joel, I know you love me but you love working more," she smiled, poking my dimple. "Get some sleep hun," I sighed, placing a kiss on her temple. "yes Sir," she giggled tucking her cold hands under my shirt, "why you little-" "What?" She laughed, her beautiful laugh. "Get some sleep baby, you need it," "Thank you, I love you," she mumbled sleepishly, "I love you more, more then you can ever know... You understand-" I trailed off listening to her small light snores. I am the luckiest man in this world, to have this woman to myself... To be the one to hold her, to be the one she comes home to at the end of the day... I am so in love with her it almost hurts.
I walk into our room to see her peacefully tangled in our sheets. Her light snores, those plumped lips slightly parted, she is so beautiful. "Baby," I lightly shook her arm, "yeah?" She mumbled. "I'm heading to work, I love you and I will see you later. Don't forget to eat somethin'," I whispered, rubbing her arm. "Okay, be safe," she sniffled "you feelin' alright darlin'?" "Yeah, I just want us to sleep for a little longer," she hummed holding my hand. "I wish, but we can't," I smiled scooting next to her.
 The sound of my phone stirs her in her peaceful state. "Goddamn it Tommy, what do you want?" "I just needed to know when you're goin' get here?" "Well actually, Y/n isn't feeling well, I am going to stay here with her," the lie leaves my lips when she covers my chest with her body. "Are you sure?" "Yes Tommy, can you stop by the shop and tell Daniel for me?" "Whatever." Tommy scoffed before hangin' up.
"Looks like you got your way," I softly laughed placing my phone on my nightstand. "Good," she muttered, adjusting her head on my chest. I softly sweep the sleep-ruined hair out of her face. "Babygirl, your head feels hot, are you feeling okay?" "Yeah," she groaned as I raked my fingers through her sweaty hair. "I think you might be running a fever, let me go and get the thermometer," I said with furrowed brows, walking to the shelf. "Here, put this under your tongue," my voice soft as I climb up next to her. "I don't want to," she grunted, shaking her heavy head away. "Baby, you have to, I have to see how high your temperature is," I raked my fingers through her hair again. "You're sweating so much, you might need a bath," "I don't want to." "Well, you have to," I grabbed her chin, causing her to furrow her brows in question. "Put this under your tongue," I softly spoke as she opened her mouth. "There you go, now I will go get you a bath started," I said leaving him once again. "Jesus honey, 100.9 F," I sighed, checking the thermometer. "Mmm," she grunted, shifting her position. "Come on, you need a bath, you're sweating." "Do I have to get up?" "Yes, it will make you feel better," "I just want to lay here," she mumbled. "You need to get up baby," "I know," her voice weak as she finally opened her eyes. "Can you get up on your own?" "Yeah, I just feel a little dizzy," she shook her head, rubbing her eyes. "Come on, let's get you in the bath, I think it will help," I said helping her stand up. "Here you go, have a seat- be careful," I sighed helping her sit on the toilet. "Come on, let's get you undressed," "Like what you see?" She gave a weak smile. "Really?" "Sorry," she let out a breathy laugh as she stood up to take off her pants. "You got it?" "Yeah, I got it," she mumbled, hooking his thumbs under his waistline. "Okay, I'm gonna get your clothes ready if you need anything," I softly spoke, watching her get undressed. "Okay, I will let you know," she nodded, settling in the water. I stood there, hesitant to leave her in such a state.
"Joel?" I heard from inside the bathroom "yeah? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I am, but could you get my back? I have tried but my arms are a little weak right now," she rolled her eyes handing me the wash cloth. "Yeah, of course" I grabbed the wash cloth as I sat on the edge of the tub. "Thank you Joel," "you don't have to thank me," I smiled slowly dragging the wash cloth across her back. "I mean it, really, thank you, you didn't have to do this," she gave me a weak smile.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked when she sat on the foot of our bed in nothing but a fluffy towel. "Yeah," she nodded, "do you want me to make you something to eat?" I questioned, placing her clothes on the bed next to her. "No, I am good, but thank you," she laughed, messing with her messy, wet hair. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure," she said, with a soft smile.
I stared at her perfect and soft skin. The scent of her favorite freshly sprayed perfume... "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just taking you in hun." "Why?" She cocked her brow with a knowing smile. "Because I love you, I was worried for a minute." "You have taken care of me many times like this, we'll be just fine," "I know, but it's different now I can't explain it, but it just is," I sighed, shaking my head.
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3 days left... I have 3 days left with the man of my dreams. The past 4 days were spent tangled up in sheets and long days waiting for him to come home to me. "Baby, I'm home!" His voice echoed throughout the house as he entered the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, I'm making' your favorite!" I said with a smile, hearing his heavy boots crossing the house. "You treat me so good baby girl," "and you treat me even better," I gasp when I turn and see the flowers in his hand. "What's the special occasion?" I questioned before placin' a swift kiss on his lips. "Nothin' much, the owner of the house we're buildin' wanted to thank us, and Tommy had mentioned you earlier that day and she remembered so she gave me some flowers for you," he smiled. "And they just so happen to be my favorite flowers?" "She may have had a very large garden," he gave a shy smile.
"You are somethin' else Mr. Miller, but thank you they are beautiful," I smiled, bending down to get a vase from the cupboard. "And you are even more beautiful then them flowers, why don't you take a break and let me take care of the food and put those flowers in some water?" He hummed, "no baby, you just got home, rest and put your feet up- Plus the food is almost done," "now I know you are lyin', just let me help-" "Joel Miller, you have worked a 12 hour shift, if you don't let me take care of you-" "You'll do what?" "I don't know, I'll tie you down or somethin'" I laughed. "I just want to help," "okay, how about you set the table and then you can go ahead and pick out a movie we can watch after?" I shrug, "I swear it's like you don't want me in here," he gave a faux pout, "you can come back, I just want you to pick the movie because I will take forever to pick one," I laughed "mhmm," he rolled his eyes playfully.
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The soft knock at the door woke me from the light sleep I was in. I look to Joel who is fast asleep, grabbing his phone from his lap- 4:30 in the morning. 3 missed calls from Sarah- Okay... The knock draws my attention from the phone. "Can I help you- What are you doing here at this time of night?" "Technically it's in the the morning-" "Sarah, answer me," "I just wanted to come by and say sorry-" "Why now?" "Because I thought it was the right thing to do-" "I mean why at this time? You know your dad goes to work early in the morning, why didn't you come by after he got off? Or call him after work?" "Why are you sounding like you're my mom-" "Why the fuck would you even say that? I am not trying to sound like your mom, I am talkin' to you like a person so I'm sorry if you can't handle someone talkin' to you right. If you want to talk to your dad you can come back after he gets off of work," I rolled my eyes stepping back. "But you're going to tell him about what I said right?" "No Sarah, I am not," "why not?" "Because I am not your fuckin' messenger! You are a big girl you deal with it, or is it all just an act to make you look cooler for your boyfriend?" I scoffed.
"You have no right to say that-" "I honestly don't care about what you have to say, I just want to go back to sleep and for you to stop talkin' all this crazy shit because I am gettin' really tired of it-" "Both of you get in this damn house, now!" he yelled pullin' me with him. "Dad, I just wanted to say how sorry-" "I don't care how sorry you are or were, I don't care. What I do want to know is why are you here?" "Because I missed you, and I wanted to talk to you-" "Sarah for once in your life be honest with me," he sighed plopin' himself on the empty loveseat next to me.
"See this is what she does to people dad, she turns them against me-" "Do I have to keep remindin' you? I met her first. I knew her first. I know how she is, I was there for her and she was there for me- And it was not in a romantic way... We were actually friends, and it may be hard for you to hear this but... I know her better than you could ever know. She- Her- I know her, I have been there for her, you have made her second guess everything with me! I love her and I hate to say it but I will choose her over anyone at this point-"
"Joel-" "No, she needs to hear this so she can get it through her thick ass skull, you fucked up. You tried to ruin something you knew you couldn't. I love you I really do... But the way you have been actin' over these past few years- It really has me questionin' how I raised you, so you can leave now because I am done with this. I don't have the patience to forgive you right now." He sighed standing from the loveseat...
"But dad-" "No Sarah I am done, I have been done for years!" "Then why didn't you put a stop to it years ago?" "Because of her! You were her friend, after you started actin' like your mom she was my friend then you became her friend... After you stared behaving like you are now- You were just a friend of my best friend-" "Dad-" "No, you don't get to call me dad if you are going to be actin' like that because I am so damn tired of you actin' like a child so if yo don't mind get the hell out of our house if you ain't gonna act right," he huffed pushing past her.
"Y/N, tell him something!" "Like what Sarah? What a shitty friend you have been? Or the fact that you basically sabotaged everything good that happened to me?" "No, like that I am his daughter or something like that!" She yelled as he tiredly drug his feet up the stairs. "I'm sorry Sarah, I can't say anything that will change his mind, he has to come to that decision on his own... So just give him time and stop doing stupid shit, now please leave so I can go talk to him," I sighed pointing to the door, "fine whatever, you are always the-" "Stop talkin' if you want to get on anyones good side, I fuckin' mean it," I glared at her, without anymore words or even a look she walked out the door like she was told.
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The last day... This is my last day with him. "Baby?" He yelled from the living room, "yes?" "Can you come and help me?" "Sure?" I laughed at the concern in his voice. "What do you need my help with?" "Nothin' hard or anythin' it's just in the kitchen," "okay, but if you are plannin' on cookin' remember I made reservations-" "Surprise!" He yelled steppin' out of the view of the table. "Joel what is this?" I gasped,
"it's a goin' away gift, you have been treating me so good as you usually do and I felt like I haven't been puttin' in my work unless you count orgasms but I just felt like you needed more from me," "oh baby, I didn't need any of this but thank you so much for this! I love it," I place a deep and passionate kiss on his lips. "Thank you, for the cake, the flowers, the candles, the lightin', and thank you for bein' you Joel... I mean it, I couldn't of asked for a better man than you," I smiled as he took my hand in his. "All right stop being all romantic and go get ready for dinner," he laughed pushin' me away, "yes sir, whatever you say," I playfully shoved him.
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"Home at last," he smiled puttin' the truck in park "thank you for tonight Joel, I had so much fun," "good, I'm glad you did," "I can't wait for the first break back," "I really do wish you didn't take the first month seriously so you can come and visit," "you see, I want to believe that you don't mean that I know you mean that with every bone in your body," I laughed opening the door to the truck.
The feelin' of walkin' into our home is a feelin' I could live off of for the rest of my life. "Thank you for tonight, I know I said that already but I just can't thank you enough," I gave a lazy smile as I linked my arms around his neck "Baby you never have to thank me, I love doin' anythin' for you- You know there is one thing you could do for me," "which is?" "You can kiss me now, I have been waitin' for you to give me one and you have been ignorin' me here," "I literally gave you one before we got off the truck," "yeah but now we are in our house, so I want one now," he looked at me with those faux puppy dog eyes. "You are such a pain in the ass you know that Miller," "I sure do, and you ain't gettin' rid of me either," I rolled my eyes before placin' a sweet kiss on his lips before pullin' away.
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"You know you are very tempting?" "I know," I smirked as he gripped my chin with a bit of force. "This black dress you are wearing shows off your beautiful curves, I mean the way your breasts just fit so perfectly in that black laced bra you are wearing is just mmm," he softly groaned at the thought. "You drive me insane, I could just bend you over this counter and fuck you senselessly," he rasped, he dropped my chin moving to my hair, making a fist in my messy waves "oh you would like that wouldn't you?" I hummed turning my gaze.
"Oh you know I would love that, having your perfect body in my hands falling apart as I pound into you," he gripped my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. "you are such a brat," "oh and what are you doing to do about it? Spank me?" I playfully scoffed. "I just might baby, bend you over my knee and paint your ass a pretty shade of red," I whimper at the thought of having his hands on me in any way he wants. "Mmm such a pretty mouth," he gripped my jaw with his large hand "thank you," I smirked. "Look at those pleading eyes, what do you want? Say it," He growled, "please fuck me Sir," my voice drippin' with lust. His gaze turned dark as he attached his lips to my body. Sucking and biting "fuck Joel you'll leave hickeys" I moaned, clawing at his broad shoulders.
"That's the point, you. Are. Mine." He groaned through every bite "fuck you taste so good baby" all I could do was moan. So lost in pleasure I failed to realize that his thick fingers have been playin' with my clit "fuck I'm gonna cum fuck-" I was cut off by my own moan "then cum for me, my beautiful girl." With is words of encouragement my back arches against his chest. "Fuck.. yes just like that" I scream as my orgasm took over, as I catch my breath Joel licks his fingers clean "mmm you taste good baby girl" he pulls his fingers out of is mouth and brings them towards mine. "Suck" he commands as a smirk danced on his face, I obey, wrappin' my lips around his thick fingers "good girl" he praised.
"Fuck baby you look so sexy in this dress" he groaned, tracing my curves teasingly over the thin fabric. "oh look at of all my work" he teases while tracing over the recovering hickeys on my chest, toying with the neck of my dress slightly pullin' down, then down to my breast. "No bra? Naughty girl," he tsked. "Strip, leave your panties on for me like a good girl," "yes Sir," I whisper, lost in his piercing gaze. The strings to my dress beggin' to come undone faster then I can move. Untying the cute bow I secured them in, slowly draggin' the dress down, against my body.
"So pretty, all for me?" "Yes Sir, I'm all yours," my voice above a whisper. "Why so quiet now? Hm? You were usin' that pretty mouth so well not that long ago, what happened?" "I-" the words caught in my throat, the look of pure lust written on his face is hypnotizin'. "Come on baby girl use your words for Daddy, be a real good girl for me princess," his voice hoarse.
"Please," "please what baby doll? Want me to touch you? Make you feel good?" "Yes Sir," "what's the magic word?" "Please?" "Such a good girl, always uses her manners. Always so good, I can't wait to ruin you," his smirk never fading as he inched closer to my almost naked body.
His hand made it's way up to my breast, "so pretty, so fuckin' pretty," he groaned pinchin' and rollin' a nipple between his fingers. The whimper that broke free from my throat when the pain of his finger tips crashin' down on my nipple, leavin' a string of pain and pleasure behind in it's wake was pure pornographic. Quick to cover my mouth to stop the moan from fallin' out.
"No baby let me hear how good I make you feel, I want to hear those sexy moans of yours" he whispered against my lips, slipping his hand into my panties. "Please, please, please Sir," I chant like a prayer, "so wet for me already?" He teasingly asked, smiled knowingly. "Only for you, Daddy- shit" I moan as he circled my clit in a perfect motion making me see stars.
"I'm going to cum" I moan quietly "cum for me" he commands, "cum for me, now," his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. "Be my pretty slut, cum on my fingers," "I don't wanna cum yet-" "Don't care, cum," his pace brutal as he sank two thick finger into me. "Good girl, taking my fingers so good," his words corrupt my brain as I release on his fingers. Strugglin' to catch my breath, he wraps his lips around his fingers. "I didn't think dinner could beat how good you taste, open wide for me," he smiles, slidin' his fingers into my mouth.
With a smirk I push him till the backs of his knees hit couch, pushin' him down, straddlin' his thick thighs. "what are you doin' princess?" He questioned raising a brow "nothin' Daddy," I say innocently rocking my hips "fuck baby girl just like that you look so sexy like this," "Joel, you make me feel so good, you haven't even fucked me yet and I'm already a mess for you," I moaned grinding myself on his bulge. "You sound so sexy moaning my name" his breath hitched as I lick a long strip on his neck, sucking softly when I found his sweet spot.
"Fuck baby" he moaned, trappin' hid bottom lip between his teeth, I suck my way down to his exposed collarbones, "off please," "anything you want baby girl," his face lit up with pleasure. "Fuck you are so sexy no wonder why everyone wants you" I groan, holding his gaze. "But you are the only one that can have me" he said with lustful eyes.
I run my hand along his body as I sink between his thick thighs, "look at how hard you are for me, I haven't even takin' you out yet and yet you are still so big," my voice dippin' with lust as I unzip his jeans. "Look at you Joel, god I fuckin' love you," I whisper, tuggin' his boxers along with his rough jeans down. "You okay baby?" He questioned when I stoped to take him in. "Yeah, it's just that you are mine, I have you all to myself," my tone hushed as I run my fingers on the inner sides of his thighs, tracing the nearly healed bruises I marked him with days ago.
"I have always belonged to you, there was never a doubt," he whispered leavin' small strokes on my hair. Watching the way his cock twitched under my gaze, "baby, you just gonna look at me all night?" "I just might Mr. Miller," I smirked, takin' his cock in my hands. I love how responsive he is to my touch. The moan that leaves his chest with a deep rumble sends pure warmth of pride to my chest.
"I love you," I whispered before takin' into my mouth. "I love you, god I love you. Fuck you you treat me so good baby," he groaned lollin' his head. "Joel, look at me," "what?" "Look at me, I want you to watch me while I fuck you with my mouth," I grinned, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"You are so fuckin' good baby girl, god I love your mouth," his hips creatin' their our pace, "just like that, just like that princess- Fuck takin' me so well," his moans bounce off the wall as he fisted my hair, takin' over. His thrust harsh as he chases the warmth of my mouth, "you know, I'm gonna be thinkin' of this night for weeks right? Fistin' my cock till I cum just thinkin' of your pretty fuckin' mouth on me like this. Thinkin' of that tight cunt wrapped around me, takin' me so well- Fuck just like that, look at me- Keep your eyes on me," he rasped, the pace he set is brutal- Fuck I love it.
He pulled me off of his cock with a pop and a thick string of saliva connecting us. "Climb up, my pretty baby," he smiled, pullin' my up by my hair. He placed a soft and passionate kiss on my lips as he pulled my panties to the side.
"Please," I whimpered through the kiss, "please what? You want me to fuck you?" "Yes, please Sir," I cried for him, "such a good girl," he moaned, pulling on my hair forcing out a pleasureful whimper, fuck he's so sexy. Archin' my back, forcin' my breasts into his face "I have missed these," he hummed burring his face in my breasts slowly sliding his cock into me.
"You are so perfect, made just for me. Takin' me so well baby, you are doing so good," he whispered into my shoulder as I just take him and moan. "Shit baby girl, right there," he shuttered into the nape of my neck "god this feels so perfect, you are mine." He whispered into my ear.
"I'm all yours, you can be the only one who can destroy me," I gasp when he shifted into a deeper position. "No one else can fuck you, or even touch you... All mine." "Oh fuck, Joel just like that please, I'm so close," I begged as he started thrusting up into me.
My orgasm over took me as he set a brutal pace, chasin' his own high. I clenched tightly around him as the pleasure began to feel painfully good. "Fuck Joel," I cry, my eyes makin' their way to the back of my head. "Cum in me, I want you so deep in me Joel," I moaned, my legs shaking from the pleasure I'm endurin', "all mine," he groaned.
"Shit baby girl you will make me cum-fuck!" He moaned with a shaky voice and with one last thrust he shot his hot and thick cum into me."Yes just like that baby, doin' so good for me- Fuck yes- Oh my god Darlin'," he moaned with a shaky breath.
"Please Joel, show me how good I make you feel," I rasp pullin' him impossibly closer. "You are so perfect, my princess, my everything- Shit I'm so close baby," his voice hoarse as his movements faltered.
With one last powerful thrust he shot thick ropes of his hot cum deep in me. I felt his thighs shaking beneath me, "you okay Joel?" I questioned as his moans went silent. "I'm doin' just fine Darlin', how about we take a nice long bath hm?" "I would love that very much, carry me?" "'Course baby, I want to keep some of me inside of you as long as I can, I don't need you drippin' me everywhere now do I?" "You were doin' so good Joel, then you have to say shit like that," I playfully shove his shoulder. After our long bath we both decided that is was best to stay in bed all night
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He's watching a silly movie that was on tv, a movie that I stoped paying attention to a long time ago, he laughed as he raked his long fingers through his hair. I can't even take my eyes off of him, "what?" He asked with his smile that melts my heart.
"How did I get so lucky to be here, with you?" "No, it's the other way around," he playfully scoffed leanin' in for a kiss, "you look so perfect in this lighting" he smiled, playin' with my hair. "See that is where you are wrong," I smiled, grabbing my old Polaroid I rolled onto his lap. "I love you in this lightin'," I giggled, takin' a picture.
"See you look even better in this lightin',' I planted a swift kiss on his lips climbin' off his lap, "come lay down with me," I whispered pulling him close to my chest. "This feels nice," he sighed wrappin' his arms around my waist as he lays between my legs "this does," I matched his low tone, playin' with his hair. Sleep over took us and we stayed in our own little world for a bit longer that night.
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1 Month Later
"So where are you going for the extended weekend?" "To my boyfriends, what about you?" I asked while packin' my book bag. "To my mom's- You are going to see your man and you are taking your books?" "What? We have an exam next week," I laughed, "yeah on Thursday, okay so is he coming to pick you up or?" "No, I was hopin' to surprise him at home because he should be gettin' back from lunch by now," I say checkin' my watch.
A soft knock echoed through our quiet dorm, "can you get that? I know Nancy was bringing' everyone 'see you soon' cookies," "yeah, I got it," she said hoppin' off her bed. "Tell her I want 2!" I softly yell as she opened the door, "okay but it's not Nancy- It's for you," "what do you mean?" I questioned as she pushed open the door. "Joel! You made it!" I yelled hoppin' in his arms, "'course I made it, I told you I would be here and here I am," he laughed spinnin' me around.
"How? You're supposed to be at work right now," "I got off early- Well technically I requested it weeks ago but still," "but I wanted to surprise you!" I gave a fax pout and a playful push. "And I wanted to do the same... So I win," "oh shut up Miller," I laughed, placin' a kiss on his lips.
"Careful she has books and she just might hit you with them," she chuckled "the sad thing is that she already has-" "Oh shut up, Eva this is Joel, Joel this is Eva my roommate," "it's nice to meet the man she has been talking about," "yeah iand it's nice to meet the girl she will not shut up about- I mean it's like she loves you more than me," he laughed.
"Well I think she loves those books more than us- We might be out numbered," they laughed. "Both of you shut up, I want to go home y'all are mean," I giggled, "okay let's get you home, hm?" "Bye Eva, see you Sunday," "yeah you two have fun- Not to much fun," she eyed me "yeah, yeah, bye," I shushed trappin' her in a tight hug.
Hoppin' in his truck as he put my bags in the back, "stop," "what?" "Stop stearin'," "I'm not," "I can feel you lookin' at me Darlin'," "I am allowed to look," "then so am I," he chuckled and he shut his door. "So how's Sarah?" "She's good, she uh- She got into a good rehab place," "it got that bad?" "Yeah, nut she's workin' on herself so there's that," "that's good Joel," "yeah, now let's get you home," "yes Sir," I smiled, placin' my hand in his.
And they lived happily every after
The End
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mx-pastelwriting · 10 months
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I just got the notification! Yes! Could I request Kugo x reader fluff to slightly smut. Kugo is touch deprived since he’s been on a business trip for the last 6 months. His coworker has noticed he has been getting a distracted and annoyed and decides to book a flight so he can go back to his girlfriend. Of course he objects but his coworker tells him he doesn’t have to stay he misses the reader. Kugo, who is overthinking the whole thing mind you, says what if something happens that needs him here. The coworker just sighs and tells him to get ready since he should already know the answer to that. Kugo comes home and finds the reader on the couch watching tv. She was shocked for two reasons, one Kugo just showed up without calling her, and two on how good he looked. 3 piece suit along with his Orca cap looked amazing. Before she could say anything Kugo locked the door and immediately grabbed her and kissed her hungrily. She kisses back and both end up in the bed room and break the kiss. Kugo apologizes seeing her blush and explains what happened. The reader chuckles and kisses his snout,but suddenly she feels his excitement. Kugo gasp as she feels his erection and immediately backs away. (Side note they only had sex once. So Kugo is still really shy about having it). The reader blushes and asks if he really missed her that much. Kugo stiffens then sighs saying yes and that he could barley think of anything else. The reader gets close to him and softly rub the bludge in his pants and he nervously asks if they should. And the reader licks his snout saying she’s all his and if he really wants to touch her this would be the perfect way. Kugo growls and lets her unzip the front of his pants, and tells her he’ll try to be gentle. The reader shakes her head and says if he can’t then just go rough she won’t mind. Let’s just say Kugo gave her the request and more
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- I'm so glad you got the notification! Love the request!
Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata) x GN! Reader
Summary: Request up top!
Warnings: Fluff, Smut
Minors do not interact!
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Cozying up on the couch, phone in hand, not paying attention to the TV in the background—this was how you spent your days waiting. Kugo had left for a work trip six months ago, and all you could do was scroll on your phone, looking at Gang Orca fan accounts. It was all you could do, really, as he was too busy to call or text.
You jumped at the noise of the front door opening, revealing your Kugo. He was out of breath, but his three-piece suit was neat as his eyes lay on your shocked face. "Kugo, is everything okay?" He was home early; something had to be wrong. You got up from the couch. He walked to you without a word and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly..
"I missed you; I couldn't stay away for another minute." He whispers into your ear warmly, A smile draws onto your lips: "I missed you too." You hugged back. Having to break the hug and say, "Come on, let's go upstairs and make you at home," leaving him to carry his big travel bag, he follows you up the stairs.
His footsteps sounded like he was going to snatch you up, but you made it to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed. You watched as he put his bag down, but there was no movement in the closet, only you. He climbed onto the bed and opened up your legs with his big, warm hands. He ran them up your thighs as he stared deeply into your eyes, looking drunk off of you.
You cupped his face, then kissed his lips, which you missed so much. His hands rest on your hips, digging into you. A moan escapes you as he gets rougher, but he stiffens up and stops. He looked at you while catching his breath a little. "You missed me that much, huh?" you say, your face turning hot as his stiff body covered the feeling of a budge growing against you.
"Ye-" He gets interrupted by you rocking your hips against him, earning a deep moan from him. Your hand travels down his chest to his pants, palming his clothed cock. He whimpers and then looks at you with dark eyes and says, "Show me how much you missed me", He groaned before sitting up. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, letting out a hard cock twitching in his hand.
He opens your legs again as you squirm under him before ripping off any clothes you had on. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you against him, and his warm skin makes you swirl inside. You bite your tongue as his face is close to yours, touching his snout. You giggle, looking back into his eyes.
"I'm all yours." You whisper, making him stiff again as he realizes, "It's okay, I can take it rough." He looks nervous while still having a grip on your hip and his cock. Only being your second time now getting this far, he slowly sinks himself into your warm insides; being back home finally with you was all he wanted.
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!
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mimastuff · 9 months
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May I request Headcannons for the rottmnt boys hearing their s/o sing for the first time. (But with a twist.)
Here's the scenario: the boys are planning a thingy to get into big Mama's hotel for a mission and y/n and April are planning a distraction, and the distraction is y/n has to pretend to be a singer and go sing on stage (big mama doesn't know that y/n is with the turtles so she just thinks there's a nice singer on stage) and April is in charge of something else in the back idk.
(to me it's funny if y/n sings a spicy song, not too spicy but enough)
I've been thinking about this for weeks
Yes this sounds amazing ! Ily thank you for the request !!! <33
Voice of gold
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TW: mild swearing, anxiety
Pairings: Donnie x singer!reader
Established relationship
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- The plan was simple.
- You and the gang had planned out a mission to sneak into big mamas hotel.
- To do this they would need a distractor.
- That is where you and April come in.
- It was easy, to sing on a stage well enough to get big mamas attention so the rest can sneak out.
- They all re lived the events of them catching April singing alone in her apartment
- Donnie still gets sick just thinking about it to this day.
- The way her voice so easily cracked could put a dying cat to shame.
- So they all looked towards you
- Even your boyfriend joined in on the major puppy dog eyes
- You folded and now you’re here.
- In the hotel setting up to have your big moment
- You have always beat yourself up on your singing voice
- It had always been hard to get you to sing to even your closest people
- Now you had to do it, with a huge crowd.
- A room full of strangers
- Ready to creep their judgmental eyes on you
- The music started to play all around you
- Back to black by Amy Winehouse
- You took a deep breath in and started to sing
- “He left no time to regret~”
- You could feel your anxiety through your feet and finger tips
- As you sung you gained your confidence
- A big crowd had by now gathered around you cheering you on
- Big mama turned on her seat and walked to towards you
- Her eyes full of sparkles when she heard your angelic voice
- “I go back to back~”
- The cheers grew louder as you began to sing with a bright smile on your face
- You turned to the behind the stage to see a mesmerised April and …..
- Donnie.
- Shit.
- He has heard you know ? What would he think ? Does he like it?
- As the song faded out and finished and the whole room cheered for you
- You turned to your turtle boyfriend who was cheering and clapping for you louder than anyone else.
- You bowed on stage and said your goodbyes.
- You headed straight to back stage.
- The smile on your face to light up millions
- Donnie ran up and hugged you and spun you around
- “Why didn’t you tell me that you could sing dear ? You have a voice of gold”
- The other 3 turtles had successfully carried out the mission and now all was left was to sneak out of here
- That was until as you were leaving the hotel someone tapped you on your shoulders
- You turned to see big mama. The big mama.
- “Hello dearest, I heard you voice and had to congratulate you!”
- You smiled but with confusion.
- “Thank you~”
- “You might be wondering what for and that is for your new job as our singer!”
- Oh.
- The 4 turtles and April were all hiding so when they heard the job offer looks of surprised played out on their faces
- You didn’t know how to feel.
- It would be a lot of money but she’s a villain!
- So the question is , do you accept the offer?
To be continued…..
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Hope you guys liked this one! It was fun , I’m sorry it took so long . I have had an incredibly busy week love you all and have a good day or night <33
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squipdop · 5 days
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HIIIII CAN I ASK ABOUT THE SIX YEARS LATER AU???
Howd they bring up the junior scouts idea to max??? Was he like Whatever sure or super tsundere or surprisingly emotional that they wanted him back after he aged out?? Did anyone else come back or do special day-long visits like how schools bring in visitors? What does max think of the new kids? They all look so cool i love Max's hair!!!!
HI HI HELLO YES OFC!!! :33
Okay so. I call it the '6 years later' AU but technically i have Stuff Planned for all the time that passed between now and then too, so this'll be a bit longer, sorry!!
Max joining the counselor team was actually kind of a natural/gradual development?? Basically, since I can't make CC content that isn't found family Max has a shit home life, and, even if he hates to admit it at first, the three months of summer camp become his bright spot each year. David and Gwen catch on to that, but there isn't much they can do to help outside of camp - until one day Max (age 13/14ish) shows up on Gwen's doorstep because he ran away from home, 'since his parents won't care either way'. While he does return home after hiding out at Gwen's place for a weekend, this kind of kicks off a pattern of Max running away sporadically, to Gwen's, later David's, or his friends places. I could go into more detail here but. this is already long. oop.
ANYWAYS. So with Max spending basically all the time he can away from home and the summers at camp, once he ages out there's. A Bit of panic starting in him once summer gets closer again, because his Safe Place seems inaccessible, and two of his OTHER options, especially for longer stays away from home, would also be unavailable. Gwen and David notice this (it manifests in Max staying over More but Angrier) and try to find a solution. Gwen proposes the Jr Counselor idea. They introduce the idea to Max by kinda implying that workload around camp is a lot, and it'd really hurt to miss one of their most experienced campers, but... maybe, if he worked there too (well, interned. basically unpaid. but! no camp tuition!) he could help them? so they basically give Max a way to say yes without admitting that he's the one who needs camp the most. He does insult the whole thing ofc, and says like he's just doing it because he knows camp would burn down without him there ("actually, most of the fires we had were started by you...?" "shut it, david") but secretly he's really really happy. He might even thank them later that evening. Quietly. Before complaining about it preemptively. <3
WAH THATS ALREADY SUCH A WALL OF TEXT ok ill hurry up w the rest:
While most of the other campers had some rotations over the years, I don't have conk rete plans for most of them - Nikki and Neil are still Max' gang, and returned for multiple summers, if not all. This year though, Neil is busy with college prep, and Nikki is spending the summer at home because of family crisis. They still video call a lot, they're still The Gang. I have sketched designs for them, but I'm not quite happy yet.
Max at first doesn't take his role seriously, because he's basically just Back For Another Summer, but pretty quickly realises Gwen and David DO have expectations, and DO give him responsibilities. He takes a while to come around on his new relationship to the younger kids, and especially one of the youngest kids takes a liking to him, a very anxious young girl, which annoys him at first, but... well. It's a whole ~character arc~ for Max waiting to happen tbh.
OK THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR IM SORRY ITS SO LONG. i wasnt lying when i said i have So Many Thoughts about this. ANYWAYS as thank u for getting this far heres a doodle of Max putting up his hair. :3c
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delyth88 · 5 months
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Mid season trailer breakdown
Finally found some time (ha!) to take a closer look at the mid-season trailer.
It starts with a very brief shot of Loki time-slipping in a spaghettifying TVA that we've seen before, and then a split second shot of Loki walking into the pie room. But the lights in the pie dispensers are all off. Does this mean it's near the very end of the timeline where the power was cutting out? Or is there some other significance to this? Where is my anon who suggested they need to go through enough repetitions of the time loop to eat through all the pies...!
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Then we move on to this scene of the gang in front of the model of the gantry and the Time Loom.
OB asks, "Loki, how much do you know?' and Loki replies "Lets assume I don't know much but I'm a fast learner, and I'm a god."
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Timely is still holding his device, so this is towards the beginning of episode 4 shortly after Timely arrives in the TVA, and before the pie room or the Dox in a box.
I'm assuming Loki has just explained to them the situation and they're just going with it! :)
Then it skips to this scene where Loki says "Here we go".
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Later in the trailer he follows on with a voiceover saying "Listen to me carefully, hit the green button", and then shows this shot again as he says "it can be a little sticky".
When he says "Hit the green button", Loki seems to be quite fearful and intense, with a slightly more whispery quality to the sentence, than the following shot where it's more light hearted when he says "It can be a little sticky".
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Now if I'm not just reading too much into this (which to be honest that is exactly what I'm doing in this entire post, but its fun), it looks like this might be two different instances of the same event. Maybe the first is earlier on and the second is later on once it's resulted in destruction a few more times? Or perhaps the other way around once Loki's been through enough repetitions to be confident this bit will go well. *shrugs*
We then see what I assume is Timely again (because he's the only one missing from the shot above) out on the gantry having actually made it as far as the sphere at the end, pressing the green button.
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However, we ALSO see this shot of what I again assume is Timely, but from behind this time. He's not wearing a helmet and we can see his hair, and the throughput multiplier is leaning against the wall. The airlock doors have been opened though and he's being spaghettified again.
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So it looks like we're going to be seeing this attempt to fix the Loom multiple, presumably spectacularly unsuccessful, times. Poor Victor. :(
There's also shots in the operations centre (what are we calling the room looking out onto the Loom. Oh. Okay that just wrote itself, didn't it? XD). In the LOOM ROOM we have another shot of Loki saying "Here we go" and Mobius excitedly shouting "Yes!" as Loki drags him over towards the control panel / airlock. Which I'd guess is once they successfully manage to get a Timely out to the end of the gantry, or possibly even fire off the throughput multiplier.
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There's a shot of Loki in the Loom Room turned back to face OB and the other while it looks like the Loom is exploding. He looks more dishevelled than he was in the scene we saw in episode 4. And I can't tell if he looks sad and defeated or suspicious. He's looking towards Sylvie, OB, Casey, and B-15. There was that whole weird moment with Casey and the throughput multiplier that just seemed off, so really putting my effort into leaping here, could this be that Loki's suspicious Casey sabotaged it?
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Then outside the TVA we get those shots of Sylvie listening to music. I'm really not sure where she is - but I'm assuming since she looks to be wearing a T-shirt rather than her armour under her coat that she's on the timeline.
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For Casey we get the shot we've seen of him in a tunnel, immediately preceded by this shot of what looks like a searchlight at a prison and audio of a siren. So is Casey escaping from prison? A POW camp?
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They show Casey in two short shots in time with the music - does this mean anything? Like indicating the repeating of events? Or does it just look cool.
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I do wonder if they're going to make some of the really likeable characters have a despicable past on the timeline and use that to further the discussion of free will and the power to choose to be different. That could be interesting. But I'd like Casey not to be a horrible person. :(
There's a couple of shots of a new location we've not been to, but one that still looks like it's within the TVA. There are pneumatic tubes behind Loki and great big fans. Some old armchairs on one side, and a pinboard on the other. The shot starts with what looks like spaghetti strands with Loki's magic radiating out from the centre.
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As the magic fades we see the strands have disappeared and there are some other people in the room with him.
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B-15 in plain clothes, and Sylvie just moving out of shot as the camera zooms in towards Loki. It also looks like Sylvie is in her outfit with the grey T-shirt.
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So does this indicate Loki can use magic to hold things together to stop them from spaghettifying, even if only temporarily?
We get a fairly horrifying shot of Loki being distorted in front of spaghetti.
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And I'm afraid this next image is going to give me nightmares, but it looks like this is in the same room - we can see the yellow on the wall and the same ceiling lights behind him.
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By the time he's slipped away the spaghetti is gone. So again, is this because he somehow carries this destruction with him? Or is this a shot shown in reverse because time really got all timey-wimey on him and time is actually flowing backwards at points? (That would be pretty damn cool to see how he deals with it!)
Then we get another shot of that room and Casey, OB, and Mobius are there with Loki. All in their plain clothes. But this shot is flipped around from the one above that had the chairs on the other side of the room. Again, is that meaningful, or just somehow one of the versions looks cooler? Or does the room just have a pneumatic tube gizmo at both ends?
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There's also this shot which I can't figure out where it is. Sylvie's still in her T-shirt, and Loki is either pointing at the ceiling or making some magical gesture. All around them are spaghettified strands. I still don't quite understand how it's possible for people to be in the same space as anything else that's spaghettifying (I never thought I'd need to use that as a verb so often!), without becoming spaghetti themselves.
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It looks like that record player Sylvie was using might be in the background, if so does that mean the last thing Sylvie was doing while the universe crumbled around her was listening to music? And then Loki turns up to get her out of her timeline and take her to the TVA to help? Or is the spaghetti somehow related to Loki?
It looks like we get the final shot of episode 4 in reverse. My bet is this is the opening of episode 5.
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And finally we get to see Mobius on the timeline. And the house he lives in.
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Loki visits him at work and says "The TVA is gone."
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Mobius has absolutely no idea what he's talking about. So I think we can assume that Mobius is the first person Loki tries to find on the timeline and he wasn't expecting Mobius not to know him. I wonder how on earth Loki manages to convince him about the madness that is the TVA!! I think that's going to be a fun conversation. :)
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I also wonder how Loki is actually able to find them all? Does he jump back and look everyone up in the system? Does he use HWR's special tempad?
I'm not usually a big fan of trailers mid season, but there's still so much unknown at the point that I've really enjoyed looking through this and trying to work out what might be happening. :D
Tagging my partners in wild speculation @pinkpondofasgard @woodelf68.
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red-riding-wood · 2 months
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OC: Charlotte Griffin
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Summary: Charlotte Griffin, on a quest to emerge from her family's dark shadow, becomes a spy in a gang war that puts her loyalties and desires into question as she grows closer to the man who is meant to be her enemy.
WARNINGS for whole story: eventual explicit sexual content and references, explicit violence and gore, mentions of physical abuse, language, ethnic slurs
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The steel of the revolver was cold as my fingers brushed its trigger guard, Thomas pressing its handle to the palm of my hand. My fingers curled around it tentatively, though I hoped that he did not notice this. The last time I had held a gun, it had been my twin brother by my side.
“This is a revolver,” he said. “Six shot. Always hold your finger above the trigger until you’re ready to fire.”
Though it could hardly be called a smile, my lip quirked at that. Alexander’s choice of weapon had been a revolver, and the weight felt familiar in my hand, as did the sight of the chamber. But I did not want to talk about such things.
Thomas pulled a small box of ammunition from his pocket, and withdrew a brass bullet.
I cocked a brow at him as words began to form on his lips, and I said, “The next thing I know, you’re going to tell me this is a bullet.”
Thomas hesitated, the brass between his fingertips glinting in the light of the afternoon sun. His eyes seemed to glitter, and the quirk of his lip mirrored mine as he examined me.
“Those are .455 rounds,” he said, and handed one to me. The bullet was even colder against my fingertips, and though they itched to slot it into place, I awaited Thomas’ instruction patiently.
“Now…” he said. “… you see this on the side? You pull that, break it open, and load your bullets.”
Alexander’s revolver had been a Colt .45. An American model, a single action that required each round to be chambered individually. I’d never used a break-action, though I’d known it to be my father’s weapon of choice. Something sinister seemed to crawl its way to the bright of my soul as I did as Thomas asked, smothering the light. I hoped he did not notice the way my fingers trembled as I loaded the sixth bullet.
“All right, close it like that, now – yes, just like that. Now, you’re live.”
“I don’t need to cock the hammer?” I asked, my thumb hovering over the mechanism.
Like Luca, Thomas always seemed to take his time before answering, even if he knew his response. He was currently lighting a cigarette, dragging it along his bottom lip in the way I’d learned to be a habit of his. Only when a puff was blown and his lighter was placed back in his pocket did he say,
“No.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes – I was perhaps becoming too comfortable around him, letting my guard down in a way a spy should not, especially not a spy who dared dance with the enemy – and I situated myself so that the targets were in sight, the winds cordially still today so not a leaf rustled in the apple trees alongside the gongs.
Thomas came to stand beside me as I aimed, a cloud of smoke encircling him, his eyes shadowed by the cap he wore and still squinting against the sun, his thoughts hidden past his inscrutable countenance.   
The Webley kicked hard, though it wasn’t the kick that startled me, but rather, the memory it attempted to drag me into, of Alexander’s body pressed against my spine and his hands hovering over mine to steady my aim, of his chiming laugh when I started crying and shaking, of the warmth of his loving hands as he took the cold gun from me and brought me into his arms.  
“It’s not going to hurt you,” he’d told me. “Only those you point it at.”
Thomas side-eyed me, his lip curling into a tiny smirk that seemed to both humiliate and infuriate me. Unlike Alexander, his amusement was more smug than it was playful, though I was not a child anymore. And I was determined that he didn’t see me as such, that he didn’t see me as the little posh girl from London who was too frightened to shoot a gun.
“I’m all right,” I said, a little too defensively, and I attempted to steady my shaking hand as I eyed the gong; the bullet had hit the outer edge. “Let me try again.”
I sucked in a breath, and I banished the memories of Alexander, letting his warmth and his lovely laugh fade away, letting the cold bite of the winter air seize my marrow past my coat and flesh and bone, letting my boots sink into the soil of the pasture, letting the sounds of birds whelm the silence. And on my exhale, I squeezed the trigger.
I recovered better this time from the recoil, and my eyes remained focused on my target, on the bullet that had crept just an inch or two closer to the bullseye.
Thomas’ smirk remained.
I took another shot. And another.
And his smirk waned. And while my flesh crawled and while I knew, from the screaming light in my soul, that I should not have been pleased, my own lip tugged into the slightest of smiles, the hot rush of adrenaline spiking my veins.
Only when the sixth shot was fired and I lowered the Webley did my chest heave a tremulous breath, and I swallowed against a knotted throat, as if forcing back the doubt and the pressure, and, most important of all, the memories.
Thomas stepped forward, making his way to the front of the range, and I followed as he mumbled past his cigarette,
“So, when did you learn to shoot, eh?”
As we came further to the gong, my eyes raked across the impressions the bullets had made, all offset from the bullseye by perhaps a few centimetres. Not perfect, but far from awful.
“You don’t reckon it’s beginner’s luck?” I said, coming to stand by the gongs.
“Not with that grouping.” Thomas pointed with his cigarette to the impressions left by the bullets.
I swallowed again, and studied my grouping so I did not have to meet his eye as I said, “My brother taught me.”
The slightest whisper of breezes stirred the wisps of hair from my eyes, and  I shivered beneath my thick overcoat.
“I hear you have a lot of brothers.”
The unease in my hesitation was palpable, so much so that I knew Thomas could sense it. Anyone could. I had been trying so hard not to think of Alexander and his mischievous blue eyes and his warm embrace.
“My twin brother. Alexander,” I said past the ever-growing knot in my throat. “He used to say I needed to learn, to protect myself from bad men.”
“Bad men.” He mulled over the word, before quirking his lip. I met his eyes to find a glitter in their aquamarine depths. “Like me?”
“Yes,” I said, having found the irony in my business here but only tasting it on my tongue now. “Like you.”
“Your brother was wise.” Thomas handed me six more bullets.
“He was.” I swung my head away from his gaze as I reloaded the Webley. “Reckless, but, clever. He caught on faster than anyone in that family. Including me.” I slotted the last bullet into place with lead in my gut, eager to change the subject from my brother if only to someone who hadn’t left a fracture in my soul. “Except for maybe my cousin. The only one who seemed to get away. Granted, she went to live with the Gypsies – that’s what my brother said. She likely went mad.”
“But you stayed.”
The Webley snapped shut, and another silence fell between us. I found myself looking him in the eye again only to find an unexpected intrigue in bright blues.
“I stayed.”
“And why did you stay?”
“For my brothers, mostly,” I answered in earnest, my tone taking on a grave note as I said my next words, “My father was a bad man, Mr. Shelby. They needed me.”
“And yet, here you are.”
My lip quirked. And I spared myself one moment and one moment alone to feel an amount of guilt for having left. Who was there now to take care of Ivan when he drank too much? Who was there to keep the others safe?
No one, and yet… there wouldn’t have been even if I’d stayed. My father would’ve found a suitor for me eventually, would’ve married me off to form some allegiance with the Solomons or the Sabinis.
“I started to listen to my ambitions rather than my heart,” I told Thomas, knowing full well that the threat of an unhappy marriage wasn’t the only thing that drove me away. Something had pulled me here; for whatever reason, Small Heath, with all of its bad men and its relentless bloodshed, had whispered thoughts of a throne to me.
Though, I didn’t necessarily want to tell Thomas these thoughts, either. The last thing I needed was to have him suspicious of me desiring more than what he was offering. So, I changed the subject,
“And who taught you to shoot, Mr. Shelby?”
A puff of smoke spiced the winter air, and he rolled the cigarette between his fingers, gaze fixating somewhere on the distance as if I had ceased to exist. He didn’t look me in the eye when he finally said,
“Let’s head back, shall we? See if we can group all your shots.” Cigarette wedged back in his teeth, he turned, black coat swishing at his heels, but I kept my feet planted in the sodden earth.
“Was it your father?” I called to him, raising my voice over the faint bluster of the wind as he walked away. “Most men learn from their fathers.”
He stopped, head sinking just below his shoulders, as if the weight of the world was finally beginning to bury him. I yearned to witness his countenance, to learn what emotions he hid beneath those eyes of frozen tides. And he turned, slowly, his cigarette cast to the earth and stubbed out with the toe of his boot, as if the taste were suddenly foul.
The cap rose to reveal those aquamarine eyes, and when he looked at me, I thought I almost detected a rage burning in those icy depths. “My father was a bad man.”
“Worse than you?” I cocked a brow.
Thomas Shelby nodded, slowly, the flame of rage flickered out, as if silenced by the winds, silver fragments of his eyes a hollow vestige of what once had been, just like the tendrils of smoke that rose from beneath the toe of his boot.
“Worse than me.”
Though eager to pry, I allowed another silence to stretch between us. I found that there was more to learn about people from the spaces between which they spoke than their actual words, but his eyes were squinted tight against the glare of the setting sun, and the peak of his cap still shadowed them in a mysterious dark that was fitting of his cryptic nature.
“That reminds me,” I said, tone shifting as I walked forward, deciding to release his gaze so as not to make my curiosity overly known. “I wanted to ask your permission to take a day or so to visit London. I have business there. But I can be back as soon as I can.”
“What sort of business?” he asked as I fell into stride beside him, and a breath slowly hissed from my nose as I recalled Aberama’s threat, as the golden line of the horizon winked like that of the citrine amulet I would need to fetch.
“Business with bad men,” I said, and caught his gaze out of the corner of my eye. Something flickered through it that was too fleeting to catch, and it ate at the pit of my stomach. But I clarified, the word bitter on my tongue, “Family.”
“Very well, Charlotte. We can go over the details when we get inside.”
And across the sprawling acres, a maid in black and white waved a frantic hand in the air to catch our attention, the other clutching at her skirts as she rushed from Arrow House. Frances, as I recalled, her withered frame unmistakable even at this distance.
A look passed between Thomas and I, and I pressed the weight of the revolver back into his gloved hand. Whatever was going on, it was surely better off in red hands than white. 
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I tried not to betray the way my hand trembled around the phone as I set it down on the finely veneered cedar-wood desk of Thomas Shelby’s personal home office.
But Thomas did not pay such subtleties any mind. “What’s going on?” he demanded, his tone darkened by an urgency I had not yet witnessed from the collected gang leader. His fists were balled, shoulders hunching as he rested his weight on the desk.
“It’s Matteo. Luca’s requested a meeting… at one of the local churches. He says I need to be there in thirty minutes.” My tone, thankfully, did not share the same trepidation as my hands. I had learned to exert more control over my words than my body language.
“Why?” Thomas’ eyes darted across my features, impatient for an answer. It was almost unsettling how much haste brewed beneath his demeanor. “Did he say why?”
“He did not,” I said, my mind whirling, thinking back to my last interaction with Luca – the blood on his desk and gloves, the way he had dismissed me so bitterly. “I have a very bad feeling about this, Mr. Shelby. We may not have ended on the safest terms.”
“We’ll do as he says. But I’m ordering ten men on horseback, and three in cars, on the road. What church is it?”
Fear prickled my flesh. I shook my head. “Mr. Shelby, I think it’s much better that I go alone. I’ve come this far; I don’t want to lose his trust. Sending reinforcements could be more dangerous than sending me alone.”
For one moment in which I swore he could’ve heard the raucous beating of the heart that nearly chattered my teeth, those twin blues bore into my soul, piercing through the layers of carefully-constructed dignity and calm, striking the pitch black of my soul where both fear and something too dark to fully discern dwelled.
For the briefest of moments, I thought I might’ve glimpsed something like concern in the bright of his eyes.
“Fine,” he said, at last sparing me from the icy hooks of his gaze. “I’ll have a mare saddled for you in the stable. You know I don’t trust taxis, Charlotte. I trust horses. Your father was a regular at the races, always placed a hefty sum of coin on his bets. I imagine with your upbringing, you were taught to ride?”
Alexander had been the one to teach me to ride, not my father. Sometimes a horse could take you places an automobile couldn’t, places away from watchful eyes and cruel hands, from biting sneers and bitter disapproval. Away from misery and sin.
I could do nothing but nod, trying to swallow my heart since it had crept to my throat, and the heels of my boots clicked against the flooring as I made my departure, knowing Frances would await me on the other side of the door to escort me through the labyrinth of the manor.
As I reached for the doorknob, I paused, my eyes catching on a photograph on one of the tables. A blonde woman, her features fine yet striking, her eyes a pale grey and her flesh a milky white, her head held high despite the weight of the sapphire strung around her neck. Her hair was tied back but held unmistakable curls, and though she donned a brilliant wedding gown and she smiled, some kind of sadness brewed beneath those pale irises and seemed to reach for the empty of my soul, sending a cold shiver through my bones, as if her ghost was reaching for me as Alexander’s had.
She must’ve been Thomas’ former wife, I reasoned. I’d glimpsed portraits of her around the house, hadn’t paid much mind until now. My eyes wandered to the lock of champagne hair at the base of the frame, the one that coiled around the little red ribbon that had been placed alongside it. Grace Burgess, her name was in life; she had been killed on order of the Changrettas. 
I looked back to Thomas now, where he sat in his chair, flipping through some documents rather tensely, a coil of smoke rising from the cigarette he clenched between two shaking fingers and his dark brow sewn by stress.
“Mr. Shelby…” I wasn’t quite sure why the words left my chest, but they were gentle, perhaps softer than I had anticipated them to be. As if they came from the dwindling light still shining past the black of my soul.
Pale eyes met mine again, brow raising. He took a puff of his cigarette. “Yes, Charlotte?”
I managed a small, sad smile, not unlike the woman in the photograph’s, and shook my head, unsure of what I had wanted to say.
“Nothing, Mr. Shelby,” I said, and bid him farewell, hoping that the heavy door that swung shut behind me would swallow whatever weakness, whatever strange kindness had consumed me in that brief shift of reality.
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Dusty was the air aroused by the drum of hooves against the pavement, and it reeked of rubbish and soot in these narrow streets. I didn’t think I would ever become accustomed to the sour undertones of urine and the brawling men who threw themselves about as if they were wrestling children.
The air was shattered by the sharp crack of a bottle that smashed against the brick of a colonnade; the streets were beginning to widen, lighten with the faint trace of dying light through the smog-ridden air.  
I eyed the coat that was swishing at my heels in time with my horse’s strides, the ink black of the thick fabric dimming gradually with each fleck of dust that it collected. The mare’s beautiful white coat was greying, sullied by such filth. I nearly scowled, but set my gaze ahead, to the dark swathing of ebony beneath the awning of the ivory church.
The evening’s light limned the church’s colourful, stained windows in a graceful sort of beauty, and shadowed the recesses that were hidden by the surrounding buildings in a sinister sort of dark. Of course Luca had chosen this place. It was fitting for someone who seemed to hide the wretched half of his soul.
Anxiety brewed beneath my flesh as I pulled gently back on the reins, the mare seeming to sense this as she nickered to announce our presence, cone-shaped ears swivelling back to me before settling on the building ahead. She pawed at the concrete, the jarring scrape of her hoof tensing my shoulders as I swung gracefully down from her saddle. She nickered again as I led her to the hitching post, still trying to drum something up from the barren earth, as if calling upon the souls of the damned. She began to thrash against her reins, dark eyes flaring wildly.
“Shhh,” I said softly, my leather-clad fingers ghosting her snout, letting her smell me, my other hand reaching round to her sturdy neck to lightly brush off some of the dust that had collected on a coat that had once been pure as the snow.
“I know you’re afraid,” I told her with the same gentleness in my tone that I had revealed to Thomas. I glanced down her line of sight to the church, a shudder tracing my flesh as I imagined Luca awaiting me. “But you cannot show them.” My eyes darted around to the onlookers who were beginning to take notice of the mare’s display.
She eased if only slightly under my touch and my words, and so I led her to the hitching post beside the nearest building for good measure. A hot breath whickered against my hair, stirring up fine strands of champagne locks. I couldn’t help but smile, and patted her affectionately as I tied her to the post.
My smile faded as I approached the door to the church, brushing what I could of the dust off from my coat. A cold chill seemed to work its way beneath my flesh, and I took a sharp breath in as I attempted to force down my nervousness, my doubts.
Luca may have worn two faces, but so could I.
I knew that I courted death each time I met with the man, and I knew that last time, I had dared too close to the flames of his wrath. I knew that someday, perhaps, I would no longer prove useful to Luca, that the false information from Thomas would run dry or he would find someone else for his dirty work, but perhaps that someday had drawn closer than I had imagined.
But surely not even Luca would rid of me on holy ground?
The church was barren, quiet, the air stale, but not a complete assault on the senses. Rather, the scent of myrrh and the faintest trace of smoke glided across an oily odour that indicated a fresh paint; I slipped a leather riding glove from my hand and ran a finger across the benches. It came up wet.
I rubbed the oil paint between my fingers and turned my attention to the black-coated man who stood before the altar, a beaded rosary clasped between slender fingers and held to the Virgin Mary statue as if in offering. As I approached, my heels clicked against floorboards that groaned and wailed as if caging spirits of the underworld, as if kept at bay by the rusted nails and splintered alder.
The smell of the incense grew stronger, the myrrh almost innerving in comparison to the piss and grime of the streets. The man’s head was bowed, hat tipped to obscure his features. But I would’ve recognized his voice anywhere.
“So it seems you are not of Hell after all, Miss Griffin.”           
His voice was serpentine, each syllable hissed more than spoken, though the undertones seemed to rumble low from his chest.
The rosary was tucked away into a pocket of his overcoat, and the silhouette of a face tilted towards me.
When was the last time he had called me by that wretched name? I tried not to dwell on it too much, tried not to remember the cold feel of the Webley in my hands and how it had reminded me of my father.
I smirked, once more forcing down the bitterness and the questions and the doubts, and said, “Out of the two of us, I wouldn’t think my soul would’ve been the one in question.” My voice, in contrast, seemed to pitch too high.
We were a few feet apart now, and the incense that burned on the altar masked the scent of his usual cologne. But pale green eyes fell upon mine beneath the shadow of his hat. From the last rays of the daylight, the windows bled upon pale features, softening a sharp cheekbone.
I took a step forward, heart thudding in my chest, and reached my hand out to remove his hat with a smirk still plastered on my painted lips. I was tempted to rub the oil of the paint across the felt, for I knew how much he prided himself in his appearance, but I switched hands and relieved it from a neat bed of jet-black hair. The back of my hand brushed along his jaw, the contact intentional.
“You know, it’s a great disrespect for a man to not remove his hat upon entering a house of God,” I told him.
“Then maybe you’re right,” he said.
“I’m right about a lot of things,” I said, and placed the hat beside the incense. “Just like I’m right in assuming that you didn’t forget to remove it. You just wanted an excuse to have me this close to you.” I paused, my eyes seeking his for any signs of emotion before adding, low yet soft, “Again.”
Pale greens narrowed, flitting across my own features. He was studying me. He seemed to do that a lot. And as two-faced as he was, not even he could hide the wick of burning sin that seemed to set them alight for just a mere moment.
And then he was turning his back, and fitting a toothpick between his teeth; an angular jaw moved against the grain of the wood. He was most likely in contemplation.
“If I wanted to be close to you, piccola spia, you’d be begging to never see me again.”
A tickle of a current darted along my ribs at his words, and I cocked my head at him. “Is that a threat, or a flirtation?”
The toothpick twirled slowly between his lips, and he turned to catch me in the side of his gaze. “While you know I enjoy our pleasantries, don’t make the mistake of thinking this is a social call. I summoned you here because I have a lead on Shelby’s whereabouts.”
“Of course,” I said with a tight smile. Using people was the way of the world. I hadn’t forgotten that I was still just a tiny pawn in his game.
“Tommy Shelby is entering a fighter into a boxing tournament come the end of winter.” Luca wound his way back to me, the boards groaning again beneath his weight, lost souls screeching. “High stakes. High bets.” His overcoat settled at his heels as he came to stand before me again, closer than we’d been before, as if to prove some sort of point. I tried in vain to disguise my rapid blink as a hot breath fanned across my cheeks and that damned toothpick shifted in his mouth.
“As you will come to learn, Luca…” I purred. “… I have many uses.” My brows raised a fraction, my eyes once again seeking his for that inkling of desire that sometimes graced their pestilent green. I received more than my wish; they swept down across the corset that hugged my stomach tight to the curve of my hips, and dragged leisurely up to the hint of cleavage that my gossamer scarf failed to hide.
“But brawling is not one of them,” I said, as his eyes met mine again. They were brighter, if only by a tinge.
“He will be there, in the audience, along with what’s left of his little gang,” Luca told me. “I need you to get my men and myself in.”
“You’re going to kill Thomas in the middle of a tournament? That’s bold, even for you Italians.”
His lip curved into the semblance of a smile around his toothpick, and he tilted his head at me this time, eyes narrowing again. “You doubt my ability, piccola spia?”
My eyes roved across him, at the toothpick that had stilled between thin lips, at the faint gleam of mischief in his eye, and I smiled back.
“That wasn’t what I said, Luca. I have no doubt in your abilities… but my answer is no.”
His smile fell slack, and the mischief was gone from his eyes. As he was rendered speechless, I turned to the alter, wafting a gout of the incense towards me and inhaling deeply, relishing in the aromatic scent of the myrrh.
I know you’re afraid, my own words echoed in my skull. But you cannot show them.
The fabric of an overcoat teased the line of my hip, and a rush of stale air stirred my skirt faintly from my ankles. A hot breath raked down the side of my neck, fluttering the threads of champagne locks that seemed to dance at the corners of my vision. The shiver that ran down the length of my spine was from the incense, and nothing more.
“No? Your answer to me is ‘no’? You’re fortunate, piccola spia, that you are not put down like the rest of those filthy dogs. But you’re not fortunate enough to answer me with ‘no’.” His toothpick rattled in his teeth with a bitter wrath.
I still had not become used to this side of him, this temper that flared beneath the surface of such poise and control. But unlike him I kept my calm despite the mad thrum of my heart against my ribs; my hand stilled where it wafted the incense, and I spoke evenly, “I still have a reputation to maintain among the ranks of those ‘dogs’, Luca. And I will not be caught letting you in to the event.”
My throat tightened, collapsed beneath the force he applied to his fingers, rings hard and cold against my sensitive flesh. I sputtered, and gasped, the scent of the incense tapering as did my oxygen.
Green eyes flashed, and a broken toothpick hung, suspended by one thread of wood, from his lip. His nostrils flared and his body pressed close to mine, backing me into the sharp edge of the altar, as he looked me in the eye.
“You knew about the event?” he half-growled, half-hissed.
I gulped beneath his grasp, and parted my lips to attempt a defense, but tuned my ears to the sound of a whinny and the click of a chambered bullet outside the glass of one of the majestic windows.
We both quieted; his grip loosened, and a glare was cast upon me before his attention turned to the window, and incense flooded my aching lungs.
As I sputtered, I glimpsed the silhouette of a horse and rider outside the stained glass.
“You brought the cavalry, I see,” Luca said, and clicked his tongue disapprovingly against the roof of his mouth. The toothpick fell to the floor and he swept a few stray wisps of black hair from his forehead.
Of course Thomas had disobeyed my request. But for what purpose, I wasn’t quite certain of. Images of the blonde woman with sad, grey eyes returned to me, haunting me.
“A man won’t even remove his hat in the presence of God... who knows what else he might do to me in here,” I said, my voice slightly raspy from the hold he’d had on my breath, but my tone dipped in a sultry tincture.
Chest still heaving with an ireful breath but clearly attempting to calm himself, Luca’s gaze flashed to me again in a strange yet satisfying mixture of virulence and curiosity.
“Be there. Have a Mr. Bennet on the guest list. And my men, too. Or this one…” The brass of the bullet gleamed in the soft bath of the emerald and magenta light of the window as he held it up to me. “… this one’s for you.”
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Memory Entry - 2/3
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Before Hero's Visit
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"I don't know why they won't talk to us anymore, Hero. It's as if there's a wall they put to keep us out!"
"Sunny won't come out from his house, and Basil– well, Basil doesn't seem to want to talk to us either! He's always busy doing errands, and when he's not, he locks himself up along with Sunny!"
"I barely see Sunny's mom, like, we don't see her car parked at the house's garage as much anymore. And when we do see her, she's always in a hurry or deliberately avoids us!"
"Actually, recently we've noticed a different car parked at their house once… no one knows who it belongs to though– but I do see it sometimes parked at Basil's house as well."
"Hero, what do we do? I can't go up to them, especially Basil– Aubrey keeps stopping me from talking to him and I don't know why, she won't tell me!"
The mentioned boy sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair.
"How about this– before I tell anyone I arrive, I'll go check up on them first thing, ok? I'll knock on Sunny's door, and if he answers, I can see what I can do to coax him out of hiding. If he doesn't, then we can always make an attempt at reaching Sunny's mom through a phone call."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Of course Kel– ever since you started telling me about the situation regarding them I've been getting worried myself."
"Great! When you're done with that you can meet me at the park– ah, but– Aubrey's gang might be there too– you ok with that?"
Hero chuckled. "Of course. It's Aubrey after all! I'm sure her new friends aren't that bad!"
The phone went quiet.
"Uhh, if you think J-walking isn't 'that bad' then I dunno what to tell ya bro."
"I'm sure you're just exaggerating Kel– when I was in Faraway, every little kid your age were such angels!"
"Umm, yeah ok sure. Just don't say I didn't warn ya!" Kel tsked playfully. "You gotta keep up with the times, Hero, you sound like an old man! Booo!"
"Yes yes, I hear you," Hero laughed. "I'll talk to you later then- I just need to do some laundry before tomorrow, otherwise I might end up showing with already worn clothes."
"What's wrong with already used? It's not like you dumped a whole bucket of spaghetti on it– I'm still wearing the same jacket five days in a row!"
"That's… huh." Hero shook his head. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. Good night Kel."
"G'night bro! See ya soon!"
Hero sighed as soon as the phone hung up. Placing it back on the table, he anxiously clutched at his head with both hands, destroying the last bit of neatness it had had. Looking up, he saw the picture of his friends– the younger ones up front entrapping Sunny in a hug as Hero himself stood with the now deceased Mari, holding his hand in her own behind them.
…….
"What should I do, Mari?" Hero quietly muttered, his eyes seeming to droop sadly like a wilted rose. "What can I do to make things right?"
It had been 4 years since her death.
Frankly, it had changed everything– himself included.
Dealing with such strong emotions, Hero realized too late that he had let them take a toll on him once he snapped himself back into reality, his little brother quietly trying to hold back tears after he had yelled at him. Hero had not meant to hurt him. Never in a million years would he ever try to hurt him.
Hero thought back then to himself.
Mari wouldn't want him to be like this.
Mari would want him to help others.
Because that's what big brothers do.
Pursuing the career of a doctor was an option available to him– and he took it. In order to make up for not being there to save her, he'll save those around him in her honor. That's what Mari would've wanted of him….
Right?
Hero muttered to himself.
"Even so…. how can I think that way when I did the exact opposite toward her little brother and his best friend…"
In his need to find something to distract himself with– to separate himself from the reality of it all with school work– he forgot all about Sunny. The little brother Mari adored so much…
He had left him alone to fend for himself.
And he had left Basil alone while he was at it– Hero knew it, knew that Basil out of the two had more problems since way before he had officially joined their little group– and Hero still ignored it, for his own selfishness.
He let out a shaky breath.
No.
No, he'd fix this.
He'll get the group together again, and he'll do it right.
No matter what, he'll persevere through it all.
No matter what happens, they'll stick together.
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Tock tock…
"Hello?"
Tock tock tock…
"Sunny? Are you home?"
………
"It's me, Hero! Lately I've been getting calls from Kel… he's worried about you and Basil..!"
Hero had driven anxiously on the empty roads at night, hoping to be able to arrive early before his parents realized he was there.
He had slept for a little while, before getting up at 3 AM in the morning due to his nerves. The older boy had tried to make himself at least look a little presentable– though the only thing that had changed with his appearance was the grayish coat his mother had gotten him once upon a Christmas and a different pair of jeans and shoes.
It probably won't matter in the end. Hero thought to himself.
Sunny might not even open the door…
The gloominess in his head easily drowned out any optimism, feeling the miserable tension surrounding him.
"Oh Hero, don't be like that! You gotta stay positive, even during tough times! I won't always be there to cheer you up, y'know? Hahaha!"
A small smile quirked his lips.
And yet your words still cheer me up, even when you are long gone.
He stared at the door in front of him for what felt like a long time, contemplating on whether or not he should continue to knock or give up.
It wouldn't hurt to try once more…
He softly knocked on it this time, in contrast to the loud knocking he had done before.
Tock tock….
"... Hey… Sunny…" Hero took a deep breath. "... If you're listening… I just– I want to say that–"
The doorknob rattled.
Hero's mouth formed an "o" shape as he glanced down at it.
That was… a little too quick…
The door creaked slowly; the little view of the inside of the house he caught a glimpse of seemed lived in, the hint of there being warmth hidden away in the darkness sparking a curiosity in him.
What he had not expected was to be met face to face with two pairs of ice cold eyes staring straight at him, while another pair peeked from behind.
"O-oh– Sunny! And B–" was all he managed to stutter out before the familiar blond spoke.
"What do you want."
Hero gulped.
No matter what…
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nygmobblepot-trash · 6 months
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Oh so they're just going to pretend like last episode didn't happen and go straight to finding Sylvie.
Cool.
(Rant)
Mobius and Loki almost died and we aren't going to get even a scene showing the aftermath??? Wasn't Mobius hit by the temporal aura (whatever it's called)? Didn't Mobius ask what took so long? Didn't Loki explain why he said they needed to find Sylvie after time slipping? No one said anything? Or am I supposed to believe Mobius wouldn't lose his absolute shit when he found out he almost died because Loki was too busy making googly eyes at Sylvie.
Ok. Ok. Maybe to be fair they really said nothing. In E1 Loki told Mobius very little what happened at the end of time. In E2 we see Mobius burying his feelings hard--even worse than Loki. But at least show that. Mobius in E2 seemed completely different. I get he's probably putting on an act because he really doesn't want to think about his life but come on.
Actually you know what? I think he was putting on an act for the whole episode. Call me delusional but I don't care. In the beginning, Mobius seems really happy to be looking for Sylvie. I think that was true but for other reasons. It's clear Mobius doesn't want anything to change. He doesn't want to think of a life he could've had so he needs to keep being an analyst. Before shit hit the fan that was searching for Sylvie. The whole thing is a game for him. It's why Loki was so serious and Mobius didn't really seem to care. He rather have a drink with Brad and play games. Normally Mobius wouldn't be so easily fooled but he was while Loki was the one paying attention. He's obviously going through the motions. He's happy again when he and Loki are trying to figure out the TemPad. Of course, it doesn't last long as the interrogation follows.
Let's talk about the interrogation. God I want to talk about it so bad because what the fuck. So Mobius warns Loki that Brad is an asshole (Mobius keeps swearing and I'm so here for it) and to not lose his temper. So I immediately think okay Loki is going to go off on this dude because why not? He'll do anything for Sylvie. The gang walks in and Mobius did not lie at all. Brad goes off on everyone. He's laying into Loki the most of course while Mobius keeps trying to keep Loki calm. Brad's speech also mimics several conversations Loki and Mobius had in S1. Brad basically says what Mobius said to Loki in S1. He drills that Loki is a villain and only brings suffering and pain but instead of twisting it around like Mobius did it changes into something that Loki yelled at Mobius towards the end of S1. Brad doesn't twist it into something hopeful or give Loki a choice no he tells Loki that at the end of the day he's lying to himself, that he can't play the hero. Yes that isn't exactly what Loki said to Mobius but it's eerily similar to the "lies you tell yourself" in S1. I understand if that made no sense but I'm just saying that it's super interesting to see the difference between Mobius and Brad.
Anyways so Loki starts to spiral and it seems like he's going to say fuck it. They even cut to Mobius's concerned face. I do love though that no matter what happened Mobius let Loki take the lead. Yes, he kept butting in but it seemed like he was reminding Loki that it was okay. It was like his way of proving Brad wrong. He was trying to tell Loki he trusted him and that he was with him.
I will say that Brad said the one thing I'm sure everyone in that room was thinking, "You're too obsessed with her. You need therapy." Honestly Brad you were so real for that. But he wasn't done yet. This man then had the audacity to tell Mobius to control his pet. And Mobius smiles and tells a fucking joke about Brad disappearing?? And Loki smiles at it?? I'm sorry but what is going on? Mobius I love you. I was so disappointed that they didn't let Mobius lead the interrogation because he would've rocked it. But Loki failed so Mobius said fuck it and did not disappoint. He literally got one line in and it was telling Brad he's going to disappear with a smile on his face. Mobius is ruthless.
This is where we circle back to the point I was making before... several paragraphs ago... I'm sorry. Brad goes off on Mobius and Mobius takes it for a little bit. You can tell what Brad is saying is getting to him. He's making points that even Loki is reacting too. Points that Loki should've talked to Mobius about already. It seemed like Loki was just then realizing that Mobius hadn't brought up his life at all. That Mobius had been acting like nothing was happening. Which was interesting to see. Finally, Loki seems to pay attention to Mobius for 5 seconds. Of course that's interrupted by Mobius slapping the hell out of Brad. Thus making it clear Mobius has been freaking out for a while but hiding it. They were both probably having a panic attack at the same time. The whole time Loki was running around in a panic Mobius put his fears aside and focused on Loki. It's incredibly sad. Did he feel he couldn't confide in Loki? It really hurts that this poor man had his world turn upside down and not once did Loki bother to ask him about it. Loki had to think it was odd that Mobius just stopped trying to burn down the TVA. Mobius deserves better.
I am happy that Loki stopped worrying about Sylvie for 2 seconds to chase after Mobius who clearly wasn't okay in the slightest. "He got under your skin" and "I was following you" Sir? Do you even know where you're at? Loki's dumbass doesn't know what to do either and takes Mobius to get some pie. As if that's going to fix anything. Mobius admits he lost it a little bit and Loki tries to relate and uses the battle of New York as an example of a time he lost it. ??? I'm sorry? Honey, Mobius punching someone isn't the same as you trying to conquer a city. You suck at this. Thankfully Loki cares enough to dig into why Mobius has no desire to at the very least see what his life could be like. Honestly, though Mobius's answer makes sense. Of course, he doesn't want to know. He's all about free will and deciding your own path. Why would he care what path he was on? It's a path he was supposed to be on but now he isn't. He got to escape the sacred timeline, he has always seen that as a blessing which is why he fought so hard to rescue Loki. The thing that annoys me though is Loki moves on so fast. I get he probably respects Mobius's decision. After all, if he saw a happy life that was taken from him that would suck. But why not ask what Mobius really wants to do? No one would blame Mobius if he got up and left. He now has the free will to do whatever he wants and yet he stays at the TVA. It would have been interesting for Loki to point out that Brad was kind of right. That it isn't healthy to pretend like nothing happened. I could see Mobius getting angry and pointing out that technically Loki is hiding from his reality as well. But of course, we can't spend too much time developing Mobius or his relationship with Loki, we have to get back to Sylvie.
Interrogation 2 happens and they finally get the info they wanted. The whole time I was thinking "damn this really seems like a Mobius plan," only to be proven right. Of course, Mobius immediately jumps to torturing Brad and calls it a "little bit of mischief". Again I have to ask, sir are you okay? Mobius is fucking terrifying.
I think the answer is no. When they take Brad to McDonald's Mobius is acting strange again. He's snapped back into acting like everything is okay. He ignores Sylvie and Loki talking and is being nice to Brad -- the man he punched within the last 10 minutes). Mobius is petty and as we now know hides his feelings until he explodes. He is clearly trying to distract himself with the food. Brad starts to freak out and Mobius tries to dismiss it but can't by saying that the relationship (between Loki and Sylvie) is complicated. But his petty ass can't stop there and adds that opposites attract in the same breath as him saying that Loki is in a relationship with themself. Mobius is really out there saying that opposites attract and Loki and Sylvie aren't opposites. Brad then says it's weird and I'm waiting for Mobius to agree but this man goes, "hey isn't it cool that 10 minutes ago you said I was nothing and then I punched you and got a God to torture you?" Mobius are you good? For the love of jetskis stop deflecting. You can't just torture Brad again because you're too much of a coward to talk to Loki. I will say good on Mobius for figuring out it was a trap. The slap on Brad's arm and the angry "Hey!" Will live in my mind for far too long. Like I said Mobius is scary as hell.
Lastly, I want to talk about the end (yes I'm almost done with my rant -- yay!). I hate that Sylvie continues to be pissed at Loki and the whole TVA. Loki and the others are trying their best. She didn't give them a chance. She just made a decision for everyone else and got pissy when they couldn't fix her mess. Honestly fuck right off. That's all I want to say about her. Anyways the thing that broke my heart was Loki saying, "Please, don't. It's harder to stay." I'm sorry but what the fuck does that even mean? Maybe I'm interpreting this wrong but does he mean that if she isn't around it's hard for him to stay at the TVA? If I'm right, then what the actual hell? Your friend Mobius is hanging on by a thread and you want to abandon him? You're all he has. He isn't close with hunter B15, OB, and Casey like he is with you. Mobius never once abandoned Loki. And yea I get that he does go over to Mobius and puts his hand on his shoulder but he only does it after getting rejected yet again by Sylvie. Hell Mobius probably just heard that Loki doesn't want to stick around. Are you seriously telling me that Loki is just using the TVA and Mobius to find Sylvie? At least last episode he wanted to go find her and fix the mess that she made.
Please stop chasing after someone who doesn't care about you in the slightest.
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strrwbrrryjam · 4 months
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a link back to this post and inspired by @fatdink's tags
...Dutch sighs, resigned, listening to the waterfall behind him, as he hears the echoes of light footsteps on metals bouncing off the walls of the sewers.
He knows it is Hosea behind him, coming to argue, coming to berate him, he's not too sure.
He sighs again, before he starts to speak, hoping to get some words in before Hosea starts his tirade.
"Trelawny's right," He starts, "These lawmen aren't going to quit until they hang me. I shouldn't have lied to your face. I shouldn't have fallen off the wagon and secretly started to steal again on the sly. I shouldn't have pushed these lawmen so far, trying to embarrass them and mess with their heads. It was thrilling, yes, but I shouldn't have done it --- and now there is only one way out, maybe if I were to hand me over to them, let them imprison me, walk me to the gallows and kill me,"
Hosea interrupts, "You will do no such thing," His tone is detached, not revealing the emotions Hosea is burying inside.
Dutch turns to Hosea, his expression forlorn as he continues, "Dear, maybe they'll let everyone live,"
Hosea's face betrays the emotions he feels as his expression turns from rage to resigned sadness, as he speaks, his tone frustrated, "Oh, why'd you get us into this, Dutch?"
Dutch searches the ground, seemingly looking for an answer to Hosea's question, before his eyes jump back to Hosea's face, "I don't know," He answers Hosea, dejectedly, before continuing, "But I have a possible theory," He turns, away from Hosea, gazing at the wall opposite the waterfall, staring at the ground as if it hurts himself to even be near Hosea, "I think I have this thing where I need everybody to think I'm the greatest, the quote-unquote fantastic Mr Van Der Linde," He gestures to the air left of him, as if his name was written there, "and if they aren't completely knocked- out, dazzled, and kind of intimidated by me," He looks back to Hosea as he admits, wistfully, "then I don't feel good about myself." He finishes, gesturing to himself.
He turns back to Hosea, sour, at the world, at Hosea, at himself, he's not too sure anymore, "Humans traditionally like to tempt fate, flatten the weak and outsmart the strong, and at the end of the day, I'm just-"
"We're wild animals," Hosea finishes for him, his facial expression matching Dutch's.
Dutch chuckles, dryly, "I guess we always were," he replies, before walking towards Hosea as he speaks, "I promise you, if I had all this to do over again, I'd have never let you down." He stops, till he's face to face with Hosea, gazing into his sad eyes that have been tearing up steadily this whole conversation, "It was always more fun when we did it together, anyway."
Dutch shares a kiss with Hosea, his left hand cradling his cheek, after he rests his chin on Hosea's collarbone, wrapping his arm around his chest as he carries on, "I love you, Hosea," he tells him, softly.
"I love you too," Hosea replies, whispering in his ear, after which he detaches himself from Dutch to look him in the eyes as he says, "But I never should have married you,"
Dutch's expression is one of resigned despair as he turns from Hosea, the sound of his dejected footsteps echoing as he walks away from Hosea...
its i what like to call the fantastic mr van der linde au, or what i like to think might have happened if micah didn't join the gang
side note, when i made the original post i had thought john to be ash because honestly, when i think of a younger john i think of ash, especially with the introduction of kristofferson in the movie. but I've recently learned that kristofferson is younger than ash, so if i were to actually write more, arthur would obviously be older than john.
i haven't exactly workshopped the idea of why arthur would end up with hosea n dutch, at least, i think i haven't, all I've came up with right now is that arthurs pa was hanged for his crimes n arthur was put into the system where hosea n dutch were the ones to take him in
if you can't tell there is an au where they did settle down n start to live normal lives, but you know dutch, i think out of all the characters in rdr2 he would be one of the most to not want to settle down, not want to be known as some working man and not the most wanted man in america, i think, out of all of them, he would be the one to fall off of the wagon n get them all into trouble again.
and i made trelawny the badger, because for me it just makes sense that it would be trelawny.
and while i havent worked in all the characters, micah is definitely the black rat, although, he's more obvious with his intentions than he is in the game n never joins the gang, as he didn't really get a chance to since they've settled down.
charles is agnes for many reasons, most of them entirely self indulgent, i am mainly a charthur shipper, i like charles so much n i thirst for john n charles friendship. but also for the little we get of her, we know that shes is reserved, shes smart n shes loyal.
im not entirely sure who would be kylie (the opossum), i think my main choices for him was either susan, uncle, sean or lenny, but i haven't decided because there are reasons why each of them would work, but there are also ideas why they wouldn't, i think my favourite of the four is uncle.
i havent exactly got everything sorted so far but i know most of what i would like for this au.
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