#yn fanfic

[itsmm4hiii]

Devoted Obession. - R. Sukuna

Synopsis: (REQUESTED). Based on the song Fan Girl By Ghost Town. Sukuna is purely obsessed with a known worshipper that has in the past worshipped Sukuna as the only god she's ever known. Both obsessed and in love, Sukuna shows his intention to you but do you feel the same way about they Ryomen Sukuna? Pairing: Sukuna Ryomen X Female Reader

       

         He's hesitant as he explores unfamiliar grounds. His lips are tender on yours, gentle as if barely brushing against your lips. While you were drawn in you were quick to pull away. The end of the kiss was abrupt, instantaneous as you came to your senses. Something in which he lacked.

                    He had been seated at your waist, straddling your body, back arched so his face could be mere inches from you. Your arms are pulled above your head, your fingers loosely stretching the headboard as both your hands are seized by one sole hand of his. His other left hand previously played with strands and loose tuff of your hair before slipping to caress your cheek during the duration of the short lived kiss.

                    When his focus slipped he forgot he had bound your hands above your head under the weight of his hand. When you eased into the kiss, his whole body relaxed and what was left of his heart audibly skipped a beat when he felt the same affection he showed you being reciprocated. Though it was a cheap rouse by you to slip out of his binding grip.

'GOJO!' you shriek in the knowledge that the whole dorm floor would be woken up,

                    With force he's pushed onto his back, his head dangling over the edge of the stock standard bed all rooms within the dormitory had. His hands clench in the realisation that you had slipped his grip and was holding onto the residual warmthness that he had once lovingly embraced. He holds his head up, his eyes scatter across the ceiling in disappointment. Sukuna Ryomen knows it wouldn't be any much longer before Yuji switches with him and or Gojo Satoru appears to annihilate Sukuna for his actions.

                    Though you had pushed him off you he was still touching you. His upper body between your legs, while his waist sits on top of yours pinning your lower half down, due to you pushing him your arms have remained unpinned when he stretches out his body on top of yours. There's a heavy amount of silence in the room but the exterior communal hall is loud, overbearing feet sprint through the hall and pull on the door that's held in its place by furniture Sukuna had strategically placed. You know the sounds of those footsteps and disorienting voices, they belong to the only other female residents, Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin.

                    In the slips of your focus, Sukuna sits between your parted legs, his hands within his lap. He's slightly comforted by looking down upon you, seeing you weak at the sight of him is a thrill only he knows. Through the outline of the sheets he can see your body slightly tremble in his presence, that consoles his disheartness of you pushing him away during his only kiss in the duration of his lifetime.

'Don't act like you didn't like it, you must have enjoyed it. Since you returned the favour... even if you enjoyed it deep down you still enjoyed it.' he teased, warping to the reality to suit his needs,

                    Flustered you sit up and move towards the headrest, you don't dare to stare in the direction of him though every atom of your body you can feel his unwavering stare upon you. You did subconsciously move into the kiss even when you didn't know why. It didn't mean that you wanted it to happen right?

Confused within your throats you let out a sigh, while you knew that he knew that you were confused you had to act like you it was your original plan all along, 'Whatever makes you feel better Sukuna Ryomen.'

'Still using my full name are you? Huh. It still shows how you're obsessed with me.' he mocks,

'Like I'd ever been associated with you, if anything you're the one obsessed with me.' you mutter,

                    It was the only time you met his eyes. They stare back with unexpected affection, something you thought couldn't exist in a soulless curse like Sukuna Ryomen. There's no signs of lust, just wishful thinking to exist within a world that he could somewhat achieve normality and a life where he's be forever consoled and loved in return by you. The left side of his lip is slightly bit to keep his emotions intact.

'I know you think of me from time to time like I do of you...' he pauses and moves forward, 'I know your little secret that you still worship me like a god.'

'They do say "don't meet your heroes".' chuckles an unknown voice,

                    Strangled by a grip on the collar of Yuji's shirt, Sukuna is forcibly held back by Gojo Satoru. A smiling Gojo, impressed by the revelation that he could dangle you in front of Sukuna to be controlled, proves to be exciting. His eyes glow slightly through his blindfold, dragging the weak body of Sukuna backwards toward Gojo. Before Gojo has the chance to say the last word, Sukuna switches out with Yuji and a sluggish head of Yuji Itadori rests on the stomach of Satoru.

                    Tossed over Gojo's left shoulder Yuji is still partially asleep, unable to understand the situation that just occurred. Gojo questions if you need to talk though you brush him off to get some sleep and make up a story about what happened rather than telling the truth. Staring at Gojo while telling him that you were kissed by a ten thousand year old curse was something that you wanted to keep to yourself. He leaves, reassuring you that if you need anything he's around.

. . .

                    How could you sleep after the events of yesterday? As your eyes watch the rippling surface of the much needed cup of coffee you begin to connect a few dots, placing pieces of the puzzle together to understand Sukuna's extremely personal obsession. Your mind concluded that there was one current answer. The town that you grew up in worshipped him as a god, the protector of the quaint little village, thus he's infatuated with the idea that you're some sort of fangirl of his. Some sort of devotee and love him for all his flaws, perhaps that what intrigued him first, second to everyone's need of companionship.

'Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean-' out of breath and in fear, Yuji tumbles into the kitchen worry and dread that his classmate hates him for something he didn't do scares him,

                    You smile at Yuji. You desire is to keep the actions of Sukuna to yourself and not worry anyone about what happened last night. You consol him, softly telling him that you didn't blame him and you were just frightened that Sukuna was standing over you in the middle of the night like a demon you'd seen in sleep paralysis, and that's all.

His head bows till strands of hair atop of his head softly touch the surface of the floor, 'I'm sorry Y/n.'

                    He was told off by Gojo, though as anyone can see you can only keep a curse in line before they start becoming rebellious.

'Itadori, it's fine, seriously. No hard feelings.' you reassure him,

                    Seeing the bright perky Yuji Itadori begin to appear from his apologetic self. You wrap your arms around him casually, your head softly nuzzled into his cheek as you hug him to overly reassure him. It's short of a hug. Only lasting a few seconds though the shortness was deceived by his presence. During the whole duration of the hug, you were distracted by Sukuna. Warranted it to feel a little longer was caused by Sukuna's mouth to form on Yuji's cheek that was pressed against yours. Unbeknownst to Yuji that Sukuna's face had formed there, Sukuna used it to his full advantage. His tongue lips feathered the skin of your cheek, smirking against your cheek as he did so. He allowed himself to fluctuate between quick kisses and long ones where his lips were left for a long duration of time.

                    When you pulled away he disappeared, smirking as the formation disappeared into Yuji's cheek. You don't know how the future will turn out, but if things go sour you will use your god, the Sukuna Ryomen and use him to your full advantage to get everything and anything you want. You smile softly knowing how you will manipulate your relationship with him to your ultimate benefit, but you couldn't help but question yourself. One that you couldn't solve and was left on the tip of your tongue, infuriated that you couldn't answer it simply. The question being...

                     Did you actually love Sukuna? 

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[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Part 13

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[I have been combing over this sm bc like...Yeah. There's no coming back from this one PLUS matching it with the next chapter that I already have done just doing the same to it. Sorry for the wait and emotional damage! 😁🖤 Just making sure it all lines up with the plot. Thank you!! 🖤🖤🖤 BTW this starts with Jill's POV, Dewey, Jill, Gale, YN, then Dewey, then YN again in case it's confusing since it's in second person still.]

Jill got off the table stumbling while trying to catch herself. She had to get this just right.

Shards of glass littered on her before she staggering in her high heeled boots over to where your body lay. Silence other than her heels scuffling over the tile as she stepped over Trevor's body to get to you. Not caring about the boy that supposedly 'loved' her. Hell, she sicked Charlie on that bottle blonde whore Trevor was cheating on her with and her friend too. Made it look like Steven Oarth and Casey Becker from 96. And Jill laughed her ass off too when she saw the video Charlie shot of Jenny gutted. Some people get revenge for cheating by keying a car and ripping seats...Jill got it by killing the other girl, her collateral friend and ripping Trevor's face off. Well making her pawn Charlie do it, to be precise.

Blood dripped down her face with her breathing labored as she stepped over Trevor's mangled upper body; Eager to get to you. Had to make it look good.

...As soon as she saw Billy and you too close; She kicked him as hard as she could, the best she could, out of the way. Couldn't have him looking too nice to us. Not yet.

He released a pained groan; Half conscious as he rolled over. Coughing and falling limp again a foot away all before Jill collapsed where he was with your unmoving form. She stared at you on the ground nose to nose just inches away. Studying you up close like she had in pictures so many times. Almost holding your hand as sirens sounded down the street. Closing her eyes and letting being sliced, stabbed and hurled into objects by her own doing finally take her.

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Dewey all but slammed on his breaks in the yard and rushed to the scene. Gun drawn frantically yelling out orders, "Come on! Move it!"

A neighbor had finally called hearing the commotion. Dewey made a u-turn on the highway and got here as soon as he could.

He unknowingly rushed to the scene, heart pounding after everything tonight. His wife almost getting killed, Randy dying so cruelly and the call with you trying to leave town.

But as soon as he entered ...His heart sank at the scene of the crime.

He should've known. Knew you would try and do this yourself. Why did you always do this? Why did you always act alone? Why did you either run away or run towards the danger?

Seeing you face down on the floor in a pool of blood made his heart plummet.

"Oh God no..." Dewey mumbled getting closer.

In his eyes, Jill's hand was on yours for comfort. Both of you tried to protect each other till the very end as far as he could see.

Judy gave orders to the other officers as second in command while Dewey got closer to you.

He didn't even see you breathing from here. He took in the sight...A boy with his face peeled off bound on the floor. A body sizzling in a leaf pile outside. Two men he didn't recognize bleeding everywhere. The whole house is a wreck...And you and Jill in pools of blood close to each other.

"Dear God..." It was 1996 all over again. This felt more brutal than the last two times. Whoever did this was sick. Absolutely as demented as Billy and Stu to do the things they've done here tonight.

And to you...You and Randy tonight...

It was almost as bad as finding Tatum so long ago. The party at the Macher house in general. And even then, this felt like a never ending nightmare tonight. Non-stop horror that got worse every hour.

He failed. Two deputies under his command are dead. Randy and you died tonight under his watch. His wife he should've protected was in surgery. He failed all of you...He failed Tatum, Sidney, Randy, Gale and now you...

Dewey felt tears trying to burn his brown eyes as his guts twisted into guilt ridden knots. His face red from the strain of trying to keep it together as Judy looked shocked at the crime scene. Peeking over his shoulder but covered it with a pokerface to keep doing her job.

He motioned for EMT'S to come in as some officers helped cheek bodies or load people up. Jill was the first to 'wake up'. Asking in an innocent voice like any scared teen girl in this situation. "W-What happened? Are they dead? D-Don't let them hurt me or YN-" She weakly gave as EMT's checked over her, getting her on a stretcher. That just broke Dewey's heart.

He took off his hat out of respect for you and hung his head. Releasing a shaky sigh before leaving the house. He had to. He subtly went out the broken backdoor as tears threatened to spill. Biting his lip and running a hand over his hair.

Jill was already knocked out again and wheeled into an ambulance out the front door.

He failed. He felt like he failed everyone. He became a cop again to help, became Sheriff to make sure this never happened in this town again...And because of following the law and forgetting who he was as a man; Putting that badge before his own common sense... He failed. Randy and you were dead. Two kids he swore to protect like he couldn't his little sister. All grown up and yet still so young. You and Randy just entered your 30's and now you were gone right when your lives were truly starting after so much trauma.

"Sir?" Judy stepped outside asking him softly as he sniffed and waved her off.

"I'm fine, Deputy. Just give me a minute."

Suddenly, they all turned to hear an EMT yell out from the kitchen. Right after Jill went out on a stretcher so it only meant one thing. "We have a survivor! Female!"

And a small twinge of hope that soared like a rocket ran through him...You were alive!

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Jill woke up to blinding lights and so many microphones and questions and people calling her name as she was wheeled into the hospital. An awestruck relieved smile painted her bloody lips as she blurrily looked around. It's what she always wanted. Everything worked out. She was famous. She was a star. She was the final girl.

She wanted to laugh and hollar and cheer that her name would be talked about for decades. No ordinary life or anything like that. She could live like a celebrity while being America's Sweet Little Cherry Pie in the media's eyes. She was golden now.

She got worked on and patched up but pretended she was so shaken. Fake tears that didn't even spill as she whimpered and both nurses and Doctors comforted her. One nurse said, "That poor thing. She's so brave. She's an Angel."

Jill wore a sly smirk the second that nurse left; no cameras in the hospital rooms. She released a sharp laugh she quickly covered. Shielding her mouth and acting like it was a sob when a nurse went by to check her vitals.

Yeah, her eye was hurting badly. She broke blood vessels in it. Bruised up. Just got her shoulder stab wound sewn up. On pain relievers. Everyone felt bad for her. Everyone was a bunch of fucking idiots that bought it.

She got closer than any other Ghostface. Billy and Stu could never! And soon they'd be recognized and going to prison, if they lived, and NO ONE would believe they weren't involved!

But Jill wasn't stupid. She had to play dumb. Blame Charlie for now and those 'bad men' that she didn't know till the authorities figured it out. Couldn't say a lot as the new victim and ruin it all that she knew too much...Damn! This was gonna be a great twist for a book all about her. Your 'Out of Darkness' hack job novel could be used for laughs or kindling now.

Jill could practically laugh and squeal with glee if it wasn't for her faking it.

Most of all. You were DEAD! She stabbed you so many times and you were fucking dead.

Dewey came in and Jill quickly acted subdued and tired when really she felt high on meds and life right about now. She gave a fake sniffle, voice heavy with false tears as Dewey was at her bedside.

"How are you doing?" He softly asked.

She shook her head, sighing heavily. "Feeling...Guilty. I mean...My friends. It should've been-" She choked on a fake cry.

"Shh...You made it, Jill. That's all that matters." He softly told her with a sad frown as he sat beside her bed.

Jill sniffed and gave in a shaky voice, "Charlie tried to kill me. And those men came in talking about things with him...And I...I heard they killed my mother-" She clutched her mouth to prevent a 'sob' and Dewey had tears of sympathy in his eyes.

Jill got so lucky getting an idiot like Dewey. A bleeding heart moron that lost two people he was close to tonight and almost his bitch ass wife Gale. That's all Jill could think of. She had to cover her mouth to hide the smile at Dewey crying...She had this in the bag.

"And Robbie and Kirby too. And Trevor-"

"Shhh." Dewey soothingly gave. "Just lay back. Try to rest."

"I-Is your wife?" Jill asked as she took a deep breath.

Dewey smiled, "She'll be fine. She's recovering."

Jill smiled back because at least the journalist that could gain her notoriety was alive to report this. A cheap shoulder wound was on purpose. She ordered Charlie to make it look worse than it was so they could use Gale in the future; not caring if he killed Randy or not. That was his own personal vendetta. Some geek jealous of a slightly older, cooler geek. Getting Charlie to think she loved him...Her?! Jill Roberts, a girl way out of his league?...It was just too easy. Dewey was just as stupid buying her pity party and as soon as Gale saw those dollar signs; she'd be easy too.

"If I ever write a book one day; I want her to write it with me." She smiled looking at her shoulder. "Be a good team with our matching wounds." She had to sell it. Looking down all contemplative. "We're survivors now...I just wish YN was too." She gave a 'sad' smile. Playing like America's sweetheart by having sympathy for the one that didn't make it.

Dewey looked serious. "Jill...They're not sure yet. It's still touch and go...But she's in ICU along with those two other men that are being monitored." He smiled. "If you think they were involved then we'll look into it and make sure when they wake up they're safe from hurting anyone ever again if they did...But YN? She might make it."

Jill felt a cord snap in her brain as she forced a smile that didn't match her eyes.

"....What?" She swallowed. "I-I-I but I saw...Charlie kill her?" She quickly thought up.

"Look." Dewey sighed. "We don't know yet but she's hanging on."

Jill swallowed. Cursing every word in her head. Screaming internally as her stomach twisted.

"I...I want to see her." She gave with urgency to her whisper.

"She's not awake yet. She was lacking oxygen for a bit. She might not remember everything and we'll have to help her with that...In time. Just get some rest, okay?"

Jill forced a tight lip smile that probably anyone with brains could see wasn't a pleased one as Dewey left her dim room with only the beeping monitors as a sound.

Jill nestled in the pillow acting like she was trying to doze off...The second she heard the door click shut; Those dark eyes snapped open with a deadly glare.

She wasted no time taking off her wires and heart monitor. Unplugging the cord before its beeping alerted nurses and made her way out the door of the isolated community hospital to ICU. No visitors were allowed with it being so late. Most nurses and staff switch shifts. Perfect.

She slunk in the shadows of the hall when a nurse on night shift went by before making her way to you...You would tell them everything. You would ruin EVERYTHING. You had to go.

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Gale laid there on meds from her minor surgery hours ago. Pretty awake now just foggy headed. It cut a few tendons but she was lucky. She'd be fine with some rest.

Her mind was a million miles away though when she heard the news about Randy and you upon waking up.

"Damn..." She mumbled under her breath rubbing her face tiredly with her good arm the more she thought about it.

Hoss and Perkins Dead. She knew that would weigh heavily on her husband's mind.

Randy having an arrow through his shoulder- neck area and hung from the barn by a rope, guts all strung out like...Like Himbrey in 96.

Gale scoffed to herself. She felt like she should've known. She was the target and Randy was the distraction. Whoever did this studied those murders like the back of their hand; like they were there. Probably obsessed with horror movies like those freaks Billy and Stu too.

She sighed heavily...Now, you were in critical care and had no idea if you'd have amnesia or disabled or if you'd even live. Doctor's just said you were sewn up in your stomach area.

She wasn't one for sappy stuff. Wasn't one for friends. But...Well, she spent a better part of a decade or more talking to you and Randy. Plenty of dinners and talks.

She sighed remembering her last conversation was you and Randy thinking she was a liar making false promises. Of putting her career before people. How did she go from waking you both up yesterday morning at Randy's house to in a little over 24 hours? 20 hours to be precise. Randy was dead and you were in critical care.

Gale felt sad, yeah sure, but it was such a strange emotion really. At least for her.

...Maybe she did actually not care as much as she acted? Maybe...Maybe she was deluding herself with all this. Gale felt bitter seeing you have the spotlight while no one hardly knew her and her 'tarnished brand' anymore.

She loved Dewey but domestic life in Woodsboro wasn't cutting it. It didn't cut it a decade ago before her separation with Dewey and it wasn't working now despite trying the last decade to make it work. She was 47 years old now. She wasn't getting any younger.

But it confused her more that on one hand the thrill of getting the story was all she knew and she finally felt like Gale Weather's again instead of just Mrs. Riley...But at what cost? She got stabbed, Randy was dead and you were in ICU. And yet it was her life.

She shook her head to herself.

What was she saying? Of course she cared a little. You and her may be frenemies at times but you still were her maid of honor at her wedding. You still called her. You both were linked to these murders for life. And you were her husband's practical surrogate sister as he annoyingly called it.

She lightly rolled her eyes but frowned at everything.

So...Charlie and Robbie? Charlie and Trevor? Then who were those two men Dewey mentioned?

Her dark hair was matted from tonight as she laid her head back on her hospital bed. "...Why? Why did you do that?" She asked herself aloud in the empty room as if Ghostface was there.

It didn't make sense...Maybe her brain wasn't working properly with hospital grade drugs still in her system but why? Why were you at that house? Why were you and Randy not together when he was killed? Why was she only stabbed in the shoulder? That Ghostface had a clear shot of her chest or throat or even her head like Dewey said Perkins got so why a shoulder? Why some superficial wound she'd most likely live from?

Dewey popped in smiling lovingly at her. She smiled back...Sometimes he was the only thing grounding her.

"How do you feel?" Dewey asked his wife.

Gale shrugged lightly, eyes droopy and tired. About to force herself to shut off her brain and sleep after the night they had. "Same as earlier...How is she doing? Alright?"

Dewey sighed but nodded, coming closer to his wife's bed, "Yeah she's a strong kid."

"She's gonna have to be." Gale mused. "What about those two mystery men? Any ID?"

Dewey mumbled, "Yeah those guys are a mystery alright. But no, no ID on them. I haven't seen them myself but they're for sure suspects. In fact, I think I'm going to pay each a visit and see what I can figure out. One is in a different part of ICU than YN and the other is upstairs...Jill seems scared of them...Poor kid." He frowned.

Gale nodded, "Yeah, mystery contenders. She's a strong kid to fight off Charlie and possibly those two if they are involved. I'm sure YN helped her a lot...."

"That's YN. A fighter. Jill is too." Dewey smirked, "She asked if you were okay. Says you should write a book together." He smiled more, chuckling at the coincidence. "With your matching wounds."

"Why? She was stabbed in the shoulder too?" Gale kept smiling while laying back.

Dewey nodded...And yet looked away thinking to himself. Gale did too...

Now, Gale's brain may be a bit foggy but...Something wasn't adding up...She went straight to the hospital from the barn. She never...She never saw Jill? And Dewey didn't talk to her till just now...

"How did Jill know I was stabbed in the shoulder? Did you tell her?"

Dewey scrunched his face in thought. "Well...No, I-"

Gale opened her mouth to say something wasn't right when Dewey's radio sounded loudly on his shoulder.

Dewey answered just to hear Judy frantically tell him. "Sheriff, the two male suspects are gone! The one in the ICU was reported missing first. Me and another officer just checked upstairs and the other male suspect is gone too."

"What??" Dewey's face scrunched as he stood up straighter.

"We don't know how they slipped out or how long. Searching all floors, Sir. I'm on my way to check Jill Robert's room now. "

Dewey gave the affirmative and clicked off.

Dewey quickly got his gun and with wide eyes exclaimed as it dawned on him where Ghostface would go. "Shit...YN!" Before bolting out the door heading to ICU. "Stay here!" Dewey ordered.

Gale grumbled to herself. All before smacking her bed. "Oh fuck." She sneered out before jerking herself tiredly off her bed to get dressed quickly. "Married over a decade and he thinks orders work on me-"

Yeah, those men were definitely suspects but something wasn't right...How did Jill know Gale had her shoulder stabbed?

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Jill rounded the corner and right when she got near your room a hand grabbed her by the mouth and dragged her into the shadows. "You're not nearly as smart as you think you are." Billy hissed in her ear. Medical gown on with pants underneath. "That knife didn't even penetrate an organ. If you're gonna gut someone? Do it groin to sternum-" He shoved her against the wall hard. Pissed off, injured, but still a grown man's strength as she grunted in pain from the impact. Billy positioned his one hand on her jaw the other on her throat. Ready to snap her neck or crush her windpipe. Whatever was quickest.

All before she bit his finger as hard as she could as it got near her mouth. He hissed in pain before releasing a harsh groan as she elbowed him in his stitches then turned around and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could as his knees buckled.

"Stay out of my way, fucking has-been." She warned as he was on his knees trying and failing to get up from how vicious she was with her hits. She rushed to your room; too zoned in on ending you.

Billy clenched his teeth and sucked air through them "I swear to God, I'm not resting till I kill everyone in this bitches family! Goddamn twat-" He growled out under his breath as he tried to brace himself against the wall. Still a bit high himself from anesthesia as he fell back against the wall again.

Jill entered your room. You were slightly awake, probably a nurse waking you. The teen girl wryly smirked at the luck she had of you barely hanging on. All alone.

"You just won't die." Jill mused with an exasperated arm motion as she came into the room.

You blurrily saw her form. Trying to fully wake yourself up to sit up as Jill stalked towards you with a glare. "What are you? Michael Fucking Myers?"

You quickly tried to grab the button for help. Still half out of it but Jill got it sooner. Yanking it away with a deadly smirk on her face. "Yeah, I don't think so."

You went to make a noise and soon nimble fingers clamped down on your throat as hard as they could as she straddled you on the bed. It hurt. Everything hurt like hell as she tried to choke you as hard as she could; her weight pressed on your stitches.

"Fucking die already!!-" She grunted out putting force into her hands to crush your airway.

You looked up seeing the rage filled evil look in her eyes. Her dark eyes even darker as pupils dilated to saucer plates in full kill mode with one eye red and blood vessels popped. She wanted you dead and would stop at nothing to get it. You smacked on her cut up forehead, pressed on her eye with your thumb before grabbing her by the hair to slam her hand into the metal railing beside you.

You practically tumbled out of bed to try and get away from her before releasing a strangled cry of pain as she jumped down and almost shoved her knee hard into your stitched up organs and abdomen. It hurt the flesh beside it but that still felt like anguish.

...All before she cried out when a fist slammed HARD into her temple. Toppling her over.

You gasped for air seeing Stu wobbling on his feet having hid in the bathroom. Heavily stitched up and medicated.

Jill released an enraged groan through her teeth clutching her face over her red eye. "I'm just a teen girl, you prick!"

"Do I look like I give a shit?" He retorted. He didn't waste time lunging at her the best he could, his adrenaline pumping as she rolled out of the way.

You quickly forced yourself off the floor with pained hitches in your breath.

Stu huffed and grabbed Jill by her body throwing her into the medicine cabinet where shards of glass broke. She cried out landing with a thud. Stu picked up a shard to kill her as he dropped to his knees to corner her.

"...Man, ya know. You're not bad for a chick. But you made a big fucking mistake the second you put on that mask." He warned. Raising the glass overhead with both hands. Ready to plunge it into her and end her life. A smirk playing at his lips ready to do what he does best. "Even bigger one going after my girl."

He yelped out as something sharp stabbed through his neck...A brand new empty needle that went deep in the side of his neck. Jill grabbed it when it fell from the broken medical cabinet. He blindly tried to get it out.

Jill stood up and you used your IV cord holding it in both hands to jerk her back to try and stop her before a strangled yell escaped you as she elbowed you in your stomach. Turning around to force you to the wall and her fist hitting you hard as you yelled. Blood seeping through your bandages and gown.

"How are those stitches?!" She exclaimed with a grin. It's as if being thrown into a medical cabinet like that didn't phase her. She was clearly on a mission that only death would stop her. It didn't help that she was just on some good pain relievers while you and Stu still had anesthesia in your lungs.

You screamed in agony as she punched you so hard in your stitches, your knees gave out on you.

Stu glared at her, rushing to her as she let you go and dodged him, slinking into a small corner near the shadows of the room. By far the less injured one in this room as she went to run into the closet.

"Hiding already?!" Stu demanded snarling at her. He was ready to beat the living shit out of her as he tried to jam that door open.

Using all his strength he jerked it open, locked or not, "It's over, you-"

A huge hollow bang sounded. A heavy metal bedpan hit him square upside the jaw as he stumbled back. Stu looked almost cross eyed, jarred and trying to get his footing before she slammed it upside his head a second time and he went down. She hit him so many times you were scared she was gonna kill him right then and there!

You tried to get up and keeled over. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream as blood stained your hospital gown. Your stitches are opening again and you were so fucked up right now.

Jill heard you make a noise and stopped beating Stu, walking towards you. She went to swing the pot over her head to do the same to you...Maybe worse. "Is this how it's gonna be, YN? The ending of the movie was supposed to be at the house...I mean, this is just... Silly!" She wryly chuckled

You weakly stared up at her seeing Stu knocked out cold. You noticed someone else but kept your eyes on her.

"You'll never get away with this."

"Of course I will!" She grinned even if her eyes looked manic. "Who is going to believe Billy and Stu didn't kill you?"

Before she could swing on you, she released a scream as something sharp stabbed her from behind. Looking down at her abdomen at a shard of glass sticking out all before it was painfully yanked out. She yelled again looking down in shock.

You looked up to see Billy glaring behind her. A bloody glass shard in hand before he leveled it at her throat. "I've had enough of this shit!" He made the first cut on her throat ready to yank it. "You want to be famous? You got it."

Jill went to fight, eyes wide in actual fear that she was seconds away from being cut.

"DROP IT!" Someone barreled into the room, keys and other metals clanking on his belt...Police boots thudding into the room.

Your breath caught as you heard that familiar male voice...

No...No, no, no.

You looked to see Dewey with his gun drawn. Aimed at Billy.

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Dewey looked on in shock at the scene before his cop instincts kicked in. You stayed there frozen and so did the man holding Jill hostage. He kept a firm grip on Jill using her as a human shield with that bloody shard of glass in hand.

What the hell was going on here?...

"Let her go!" He ordered the man but he stayed hidden behind Jill. Side stepping with her close to his chest so the Sheriff couldn't get an accurate shot without hurting her. The bastard.

Dewey watched how you looked like a fish out of water with your mouth and eyes wide open. Blood seeping through your hospital gown onto your fingers as you held your bandages.

Jill had been stabbed, blood seeping from her gown as well as tears of pain in her eyes. A man laid knocked out on the floor while the other held her hostage.

Dewey steadied his aim, nervously running his bottom lip over his top teeth a moment at how hairy this situation was. He didn't know who these men were but they were clearly the killers. They hurt you and hurt Jill too. Trying to finish the job.

Then Jill opened her mouth, "Dewey help! I came here to see YN and these guys she invited to the house were here! They're the killers, Dewey! Please!"

He glanced over seeing your expression twist into what he thought was in shock for poor Jill...But...You invited them?

He saw your breathing stop seeing what Jill was saying and your jaw clenched.

"Wha-" Dewey didn't think he heard her right. But then his stomach sank as the stabbed teen continued.

"She called them at Kirby's house telling them to get there and take care of things. I thought they were there to help but YN and them..." She trailed off in tears as the dark haired man holding the shard of glass to her neck sneered at her.

Dewey's eyes widened as he kept his gun aimed. "Let her go! Let her go right now, damn it!"

You finally stammered out from your spot in the room, "No Dewey... S-She's lying! Her and Charlie-"

Jill shook her head with tears as she looked at you, "I trusted you, YN. I thought you were there to save us! You and these guys helped Charlie!"

Your jaw went slack as Dewey saw your face contort in outrage. "Dewey she's lying! God damn it, she's fucking lying!" You yelled over her with a strained voice.

He felt his heart hammering and mind buzzing...No. There was no way! There was no way you were in on it. No way you were helping these killers...But why was Jill saying this?

Dewey looked positively confused and frantic. "Damn it, I said let her go!"

You sat up, pain or not. Groaning in anguish that seemed to fuel your anger. You were angry and bleeding, Jill was bleeding and scared, these men were holding Jill hostage and Dewey felt yanked back and forth.

"No! Don't you dare let her go!" You yelled at the man and then glared with pure desperation in your gaze at Dewey. "Dewey, fucking listen to me-" You growled out through your teeth in frustration.

"YN?" Dewey asked apprehensively with the gun still aimed. "Why is Jill saying you're involved?! Why don't you want her to be away from that man!?"

"Because she's the killer!!" You almost screamed in desperation as Jill almost got out of Billy's grasp and to Dewey's surprise, you gasped. As if Jill getting away from the man was a bad thing? Was Jill actually the killer? Then who were these guys? Dewey felt as panicky as the room was right now.

He almost envied the guy knocked out by a bedpan on the floor and wished he could be there too!

Finally, the man spoke up. Getting tense himself with a fighting hostage and gun pointed at him. "I'm saving YN, you idiot! This girl is the killer! She hurt YN, not me!"

....

The whole room grew silent.

He...Knew that voice.

Dewey felt his brows scrunching and his body tingling. A chill down his spine because...No...No, it couldn't be. But as soon as he spoke and as soon as Dewey saw those eyes...He just knew. A deep instinct. Then looking at the form of the laid out man on the ground...He recognized him by what side of his face he could see.

Gale was right. All these years Gale was right...Gale was right.

The picture from a decade ago and that feeling he got was full force now.

...He recognized that voice...Things were clicking as he looked into the man's dark gaze. Eyes wide with fury and shock, jaw clenched...As he stared down the man that played dead all these years... He was looking at his sister's killer for the first time in years...And Jill claimed you were involved?...

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You stared enraged and frantic and pained and plain out scared. She couldn't do this! She couldn't get away with this! If she couldn't kill you then she was going to lock you away as long as she stayed the famous innocent victim.

You wanted to grab Dewey's gun and just let Billy hack away. She was making you feel like a cornered animal at the lies she was spewing that you were fearing Dewey was eating up.

But all those thoughts halted as Dewey uttered a word. "...B-Billy?...No...No way it can't be..." The middle aged Sheriff dragged out in a strained whisper. "...It is. It's you."

You felt pale. It was Randy in that barn earlier tonight all over again and with the risk involved; this was so much worse.

You went to speak but nothing came out. Your mouth was dry, head foggy, hands clammy, so in pain you might vomit, short of breath, throat tight...This was a nightmare.

Even Jill was silent as everyone saw Dewey's demeanor change...Silence in the room. Your breath quickened seeing the satisfaction in Jill's eyes as you realized she was winning. She wanted to play innocent while putting the blame on Billy and Stu...And if she couldn't kill you? Then you too.

"...YOU." He growled out. So uncharacteristic of gentle and polite Dewey.

"D-Dewey wait-" You forced out with a wince; getting closer.

"Stay back, YN! He's dangerous! It's...It's Billy Loomis. Gale was right. He's alive. He's the killer again!" Dewey was in fight or flight as he glared down Billy but even you could see the shock slowly bit by bit being replaced with rage.

You held your breath feeling cornered. What could you say?! What could you possibly say that wouldn't end in you being as guilty?

Billy mumbled, "I'm not, Billy...I-...Look. You're mistaken-"

Dewey snapped, "I'M NOT! I saw your picture a million times, I picked you kids up in my jeep, I was filing reports while hearing the old Chief of Police talk to you and your Dad...IT'S YOU. You lived..." Dewey sneered as angry tears pricked his eyes. "You killed my sister."

You felt your heart hammering away in your chest. Of course Jill manipulated. Crying fake tears, "Oh God, Dewey please help me!"

"Stop!...Please stop." You gingerly inched closer "Dewey, I know how this looks but Jill is the killer...Jill is not innocent, do you hear me!?" You urged in a harsh whisper.

Dewey looked bewildered and angry. Rage slowly taking over. Leveling the gun at Billy as Billy tried ducking behind a much shorter Jill which made his grip not as secure.

You kept trying to talk sense into him. "Dewey, think... Why would Jill even be here if she was innocent? Why would she need to see me this late at night in ICU?" You demanded holding your bleeding stomach.

"Why is Billy Loomis here!?" He countered.

You didn't know what to say without digging your own grave.

Jill shook her head, her voice a quiet pitiful tremble. "I was worried about you, YN. So I came to see you and these two were here and...You all were trying to escape and-"

Dewey glanced down eyes widening at Stu's passed out tall form on the floor then narrowing as Jill was painting a picture...It was just sealing the deal that Jill was truthful in his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up!" Billy snapped, not able to handle the lies from her as he jerked her in his arms. "You came here to finish the job with YN, we knew it, we beat you here to put you down-"

Dewey got closer with the gun. Eyes narrowed. "Not on my watch, Loomis. Put the glass down and let her go...Or else."

Billy didn't. However, he actually looked nervous for once behind that smoldering dark gaze. "...Why? So you can shoot me? Get revenge?"

"So, I'm right...You are Billy Loomis. 15 years later." Dewey mumbled with an edge to his voice all while Billy didn't say anything. "Turns out, evil doesn't win. Your time was bound to happen...What kind of sick man preys on innocent teenagers?! Even as a teen yourself, you were demented! I trusted you and your friend Stu to be near my baby sister and her best friend and look what happened!!" Dewey boomed with an emotional outburst as years of pent up anguish was coming out.

Jill shoved away and ran to Dewey. "Dewey, shoot him!" She rushed to hug Dewey's side, playing up the innocence as Dewey protectively put her behind himself.

Billy looked with wide fearful eyes. As much fear as you saw when you shot at him on stage all those years ago or when Neil nearly choked him to death in Hollywood.

And then...A strange sort of acceptance washed over him. Billy gave a frown but seemed to untense his shoulders and let the hand with the bloody shard of glass fall. It's like he was accepting his time was gonna come eventually. That his past from Woodsboro in 96 would bite him in the ass one day. That one day just surviving like a street rat criminal would get to him.

Dewey went to pull the trigger as Billy closed his eyes a moment. Dewey was so lawful you expected him to just handcuff Billy but the vengeful look in his eye and after tonight? You weren't so sure.

You may have let him shoot him had so much not happened but after they returned to save you twice tonight and after Jill tried to frame you too?...You knew what you had to do. If not for them then for your own selfishness to have extra hands to destroy Jill.

"DON'T!-"

You rushed as quickly as your body allowed.

....

Dewey gasped and jerked his gun away before he could pull the trigger as Billy opened his eyes again in shock...Seeing you standing in front of him in pain from rushing over but still trying to block Billy's body with your own.

You didn't know why. Didn't know what you were doing. Other than the Billy standing here was not the one you fought over a decade ago. He stood up for you to Randy tonight, he came here, he saved you twice tonight, and with Jill painting you as an accomplice? Your choice was to let him die and go to prison for something that Jill was framing you with too and everyone would trust her...Or try to reason with Dewey that Jill did this before a rash decision was made and suffer the choice afterwards. You probably still should just let Billy die yet with your world thinning and them actually helping you...

"YN? What are you doing?!" Dewey asked in a voice that was filled with betrayal. With hurt as his brows shot up and he shook his head in bewilderment.

Billy looked down at you in shock, his mouth parted and eyes wide.

You sucked in a shaky breath and looked straight at Dewey as you shielded Billy. Making a choice you can't come back from as you held your bloody stomach through your bandages.

"Don't do this. You follow the books, you follow the rules, you make things right the lawful way...Dewey, they deserve death or prison for everything they've done. They do..." You pointed an accusing finger at Jill. "But not until she gets it also! If she's handcuffed, then you can do what you want but not until then. She isn't a victim. She's the killer!" You glared at the teen playing innocent. "She killed her own mother tonight at her house after Perkins and Hoss were dead."

Jill furiously shook her head at Dewey but you saw the glare she gave you before he looked at her. She wanted you dead. So much she looked ready to forfeit and lunge at you; Dewey here or not. You wish she would.

"Her and Charlie planned all of this. She is the killer that recorded everything! Check her phone and you'll find deleted videos in the hard-drive!-"

"YOU MONSTER!!" Jill screamed. She never ever expected to be investigated, that much you could tell. Thought she would get away scott free and never be questioned or her phone searched.

"No, you are!" You jeered in disdain. "Charlie killed Randy and stabbed Gale upon your request! You killed the cops and your Mom and you or Charlie killed Dewey's deputies. Jenny and Marnie, Olivia, Kirby, Robbie, Trevor all to recreate what Billy and Stu did so you can be me!"

Dewey looked frazzled. Like he wanted to scream at all of you to shut up so he could think.

Jill scoffed, barely concealing her rage with the victimized acting. "Then why did you call Billy and Stu to the house?! Why are they here?...Isn't that what Randy and you fought about before he got killed? That he knew?" She gave like a stab in the gut with a cruel smirk trying to fight its way to her lips that Dewey couldn't see with her back to him...But you and Billy could.

Billy grumbled under his breath, "You fucking cunt."

You froze, breathing heavy as Dewey's eyes widened to saucers. He SHOULD be questioning how Jill would know any of that, unless she was recording and watching Randy before he died. And it's no secret Dewey wasn't exactly the quickest thinker but especially this clusterfuck warzone happening right now. He SHOULD be taking into consideration all the evidence that even if Billy and Stu were here; Jill's story wasn't adding up. But he was so hurt by this news all he could think of was one thing.

"How would you know that unless you saw it, huh!? How would you possibly know that!?" You argued. "It's over for you, Jill! You saw those recordings uploaded to the dark web because Charlie's camera was sending feedback to your fucking phone!"

Jill looked tongue tied. Glaring. Ready to jerk the gun out of Dewey's hands to shoot you. You never thought you'd feel relieved but you kinda did. Even if you got shot; it would prove Jill isn't innocent.

But Dewey...Had other things on his mind...Something that looked as painful to him as it did Randy tonight.

"...Y-You...You knew." He stumbled out with hurt in his voice, gun still raised.

"Dewey...This isn't important right now-" You tried to even say but he cut you off.

"The hell it isn't! You...You actually knew. This whole time?" His voice cracked.

Billy and you stood still, Dewey's eyes only focused on you, and Jill had nothing but smug satisfaction in her gaze even as she was in pain bleeding out.

Gale ran in and looked bewildered at the scene before. "What the absolute fuck..." She mumbled under her breath.

Jill quickly informed her like some kid tattling on another. "Oh God! Gale, Dewey saved me! I came to see YN and-"

Dewey held up a hand to silence her as he glared at you with tears in his eyes. "...You knew...YOU KNEW!" He yelled in betrayal.

"Dewey, stop! I didn't-"

Gale was faster than her husband as she saw Billy. "Jesus Christ. Is that?-"

"Billy Loomis and Stu Macher...Apparently...You were right Gale." He sniffed, shaking his head with a wry smirk as tears threatened to spill. "These were the guys all those years ago, weren't they?...YN, you're telling me you knew they were alive and lied to my face? You lied to all of us! You were helping them?!" Dewey looked close to just breaking down.

"This isn't the time! The murderer this time is Jill-"

"Did you!?" He demanded with such hurt and desperation in his eyes to say it wasn't so. That this was a mistake even if he knew better. "God, you did...The photo, the motel, the secrecy, you so distant...GOD YN-" He almost broke down crying right then and there at the pain you were sure he was feeling.

You stumbled, "Dewey I'm sorry but it's not what it looks like and I will explain everything after you arrest Jill! Please." You pleaded just as desperately.

"You helped hide the guys that murdered my little sister, YN... She was your friend! Tatum loved you! She trusted you!...I trusted you." His face scrunched in emotional turmoil as he shakily held the gun; still pointing at you and Billy. "Randy tried to tell me tonight. And a photo...The damn photo I had from the motel a decade ago and..." He shook his head.

Gale even looked at him oddly, "Photo?"

"Dewey, whatever you think...I swear, I didn't know-"

"Stop lying! It's too late, the pieces of this puzzle are adding up too much." Dewey demanded. All before addressing Gale. "YN going into her motel room with these two men...I knew she was acting weird and I pocketed the picture to save her from being accused by the media." Dewey sniffed shaking his head. "What an idiot I was. I thought they looked familiar but I didn't want to think...I just never thought-"

"What?!" Gale exclaimed at something that huge being hidden from her by her own husband.

You knew you weren't getting through to Dewey so you turned to Gale who didn't seem nearly as victorious as she should.

"Gale! Think! Plleeasse, I'm begging you; think!" You pleaded desperately not seeing a way out of this. "You know Jill isn't innocent. Why would she be down here? How would she know everything she does? Evidence points to her! Just check her fucking phone at the police station!" You yelled out as Gale looked away for a moment.

Gale looked so conflicted.

"Gale, please! I can explain everything just listen-"

All before Gale glanced at Billy behind you...Then steadied a glare your way. "...You ruined my fucking career and name. I had evidence you knew and you made me look like a fucking fool to the whole world! Ruined my relationship with Dewey for years over your sorry ass lies." She jeered in contempt. "You were my fucking bridesmaid and you do this to us? I can handle it, you know I can. But to Dewey!?"

Your heart squeezed at how bad this was.

Gale huffed, "You're just as guilty as I said you were...You made me look like a moron and broke my husband's trust hiding his sister's killers!"

"I did hide them but not how you think I did. I didn't, I swear! I didn't help them, I've never helped them other than towards other Ghostface's!"

Billy even spoke up, "She really didn't, morons. If you just get that lil bitch behind you in handcuffs; YN could explain-"

"Shut up!" Dewey ordered angry tears pricking his eyes. "YN, I can't believe this...I just can't...I can't trust you. Not a word!"

Jill shook her head with fake sadness, "YN, we all trusted you. Did you actually kill my cousin Sidney too?" She was fucking mocking you at this point.

You almost snapped. Ready to say things that dug your grave more but it was insane being painted this way and no one backing you up on 'the good side' while the true villain played everyone like puppets. The puppeteer herself smirked subtly beside Dewey.

Billy's breath quickened and jaw ticked behind you as you felt frozen.

"Wait a minute...If Billy's here then where's Stu Macher?" Gale asked as back up was on its way and Dewey had you and Billy at gun point.

"Huh?-" Dewey mumbled and even Jill's eyes widened in realization. Too busy arguing with you to notice.

"...You said Stu Macher? Where is he?" Gale mumbled with a raised brow close to Dewey.

Just then, Deputy Hicks charged in with guns blazing. "Sir! I'm here-"

!!!

All before Stu who had to have sneakily crawled on the floor while all eyes were on you and Billy, stayed hidden in the dim lit room. Then used the damn bedpan to womp Judy upside the head just hard enough to daze her and snatch her gun. By the time Dewey aimed his gun, it was too late. He had a gun and Billy quickly grabbed you from behind.

"Billy, what the hell!?-" You yelped out in a bit of pain and shock as Billy used you for a human shield and started dragging you out the room.

"Sorry YN, but we gotta get outta here now." He mumbled behind you before giving a cocky look to everyone.

Stu kept the gun aimed at Judy and when she tried to get it back he let off a bullet into her chest. You gasped not expecting him to go that far but then reminded yourself this is the guy that gutted his ex and hung her in a tree.

Stu grabbed your stuff off the chair in the room and smirked. He gave a grin to Dewey. Dewey glared, going to shoot at Stu.

"Do it and your Wifey dies." He leered, gun now aimed at Gale who held her hands up with wide eyes.

Billy already had you halfway out of the room as you tried reasoning. Everything was happening so damn fast. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait- This is gonna make shit worse! Stop!" You frantically begged. "Dewey! Please, I'm sorry! I swear, I was telling the truth years ago! I swear on everything I did not help them kill Tatum or Sid-"

It fell on deaf ears as Dewey glared with the gun pointed. Following his gaze at you and Billy while Stu was doing urgent hand motions to hurry up. Billy's gaze never left Dewey's as he side-stepped you both out of the room avoiding broken glass on the floor.

Now, it was Jill's turn to panic as she ordered Dewey with a snarl, "Do it! Shoot the fucking bitch! Shoot them!" And when you almost got out of the room with Billy she went for Dewey's gun.

"Jill, no!" Dewey shoved her away from almost getting the gun.

...And you saw the look on Gale's face. You saw it. That look of shock at Jill's tone and shift in personality even when 'hurt'...You knew Gale had to have her doubts but her damned ego was too great at being right all this time.

"Dewey?" Gale urged as Billy started slipping you both out of the room.

Jill joined in, "Aren't you gonna stop them?! They...They killed my friends!" She quickly saved. Still playing up that pathetic act.

"I can't without shooting YN!" He exclaimed.

Jill scoffed, "SO!? She's in on it! You heard her! She knew about Billy and Stu! She's the killer."

Gale eyed Jill. Dewey shook his head. Only you and Billy visible now but unable to get a shot at Billy holding you.

"YN!" He yelled to get your attention as you were dragged down the hall. "...Don't ever step foot in Woodsboro ever again. If you do?..." He trailed off shaking his head. You both knew. He'd arrest you by any means necessary...Or worse.

"...Dewey..." You mumbled with your chest aching.

"YN, c'mon." Billy jerked you away as Stu provided cover as you all moved in the shadows as much as your pained bodies allowed. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

Dewey had tears in his eyes. Lowering his gun and hanging his head. Jill scoffed and went to go to the hallway before Gale used her good arm to jerk her back, "What the hell are you doing?"

Jill lost her determined glare and looked like she was caught before she jerked away from Gale to quickly rushed to Dewey hugging him and 'sobbing'. "I was so scared! I don't want them to get away and hurt others, please!"

Dewey numbly wrapped an arm around Jill. "It's okay...They won't hurt anyone or I will stop them by any means necessary myself. I promise..."

Gale mumbled, "What are you gonna do?"

... Dewey called into his radio for an officer down and to not let YN, Billy Loomis or Stu Macher escape the hospital. He may not be able to kill us but if he thought in any way we had hid Tatum's murderers under his nose all these years and the police did catch us? Well...At least we could get medical attention, be seperated from those two and receive help we need or face some justice.

Dewey clutched Jill like he would you. Like he did with you back in 1996 in the hospital after that hellish night. A single tear running down his cheek as he tried to hold it together. An older, more experienced man now even if this betrayal still hurts. Jill was his to protect now...Even if it was from you.

Judy groaned a bit, getting up in a haze. No blood but hit in the head with a metal pan and shot with her bullet proof vest on just enough to knock the wind out of her.

And Gale just...Watched the scene beside herself as her husband let you escape while comforting...The victim.

(Remember when we were getting taco bell and listening to Wasn't Me in the car in the 2000's? Yeah, I miss that 🥲)

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Part Four

18+ only

Tw: slightly rough daddy smut

5,600 words

  You're tucked up comfortably in bed, your nakedness being pressed against the warm fabric of your comforter. Your brows wiggle in disapproval before opening your eyes and your palm reaches out beside yourself, feeling a cold bed where Joel should be.

With a squinting, tired gaze, you turn onto your side, pulling your phone to your face to read that it's seven in the morning. You let out a sigh, knowing that Joel has snuck back in to his house already, and you were just too sleepy to wake up this time to say goodbye.

You've been doing this with each other for the past two weeks; sneaking in and out of the other's houses in the middle of the night just to stay with each other for a few hours longer. You can't wait until it's time to start telling people, but you also enjoy the thrill of potentially getting caught.

It's Saturday, which means that it's Joel's fortieth birthday today. Your dad wanted to throw a huge party at his house just like he always does, but you convinced him to let you do it at Joel's instead since it's smaller and he has a pool.

The weather has been stifling, and the relief of the water will be lovely for everyone involved. Plus, you desperately want to sink into his pool, but more importantly see him in a bathing suit. Of course you've seen the man naked plenty of times now, but admiring him in secret in front of your parents gives you a different kind of forbidden sensation.

That same ache that resides at your entrance from Joel’s now familiar stretch makes you wince as you turn out of bed, deciding that you should probably get up and run the errands that you need to for his party.

Convincing your parents that you're just being a nice neighbor, you decided to take all the details of Joel's day on yourself. You've already ordered the cake, the food, and the decorations. You wanted it to be a surprise, so you teamed up with Sarah in secret to get Joel out of the house in the afternoon. She said she'll beg him to go to his favorite restaurant with her, and she knows he won't turn it down.

Joel is so incredible. You've never been so happy as you have these last few weeks. Not only is he indescribable in bed, but he's also the most romantic and thoughtful man you've ever been with. You want to do something as amazing for him as he's been for you, and you're hoping you can pull it off.

You want to pick up the cake and decorations now so that when the caterer is ready, you'll already have his house fully donned in the things you've chosen. You didn't do a theme, but you landed on his favorite color for the decor; red.

  Once it's already noon, you watch as Joel's truck pulls out of his driveway with Sarah in the front beside him. You quickly text your mom to come over and help you with the decorations as you head in the back door that Sarah left unlocked for you. Normally Joel checks every lock before he leaves, but she told you she'd unlock it after his routine once-over.

To your relief, the door opens and you step inside with the large cake in your right arm. You place it inside of his fridge, chuckling fondly at the beer in the bottom right hand drawer.

Even though you just saw Joel last night, you can't help but miss him. You miss his smell, the warmth of his embrace, his soft lips against yours, and the heavenly hum of his voice. You perk yourself up, though, knowing it'll only be another few hours until you see his sweet face again.

He still thinks that he’s meeting at your dad’s in the evening for his party, but everyone, including his brother, has been filled in on the surprise.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you see a response from Joel to your happy birthday text you sent him this morning.

Joel

12:25pm

Hey, you. Thank you. I’m at lunch with Sarah and just wanted to say hi. Wish you could be here. Excited I get to see you later, though. Hope you’re having a good day.

His message melts your heart, quickly thumbing at a reply on your phone screen.

12:30pm

I’m having a wonderful day, but today isn’t about me. It’s about you, birthday boy. I’m excited to see you later, too.

Joel

12:31pm

Definitely not a boy. Birthday man, more like.

12:32pm

Fine, birthday man. Happy?

Joel

12:33pm

Lol, much better. I’ll see you later 😘

Even something as simple as an emoji sends your heart into a spiral of giddy infatuation.

There’s a gentle knock on the front door and you quickly lock your phone, running to answer it. The door swings open and you see your mom smiling wide at you.

She pulls you in for a hug. “Hi, honey.”

“Hey, mom. Thank you for helping me. I just have a lot to do.” Your bodies separate. “I have to call the caterer and see if she can deliver or if she needs me to pick everything up.”

Your mom begins unwrapping decorations, discarding the plastic wrappings onto the table. “You’re so kind, y/n. I think Joel will really appreciate you going through all this effort for him.”

Your face splits with a large smile. “I hope so.”

“Your dad reassured me that everyone who’s coming knows it’s a surprise. He said you were very specific about that.”

“Well, if someone ruins the surprise, then it isn’t really a surprise, now is it?” you giggle.

Your mom laughs with you, nodding her head. “I can’t believe Joel is forty today. Your dad will be forty-eight this year, I’ll be forty-five. God, we’re all so old.”

“You’re not old!” you laugh. “Joel always talks like he’s on death’s door.”

“Well, it’s hard when you’re our age. You’ll understand when you get there, but you still have a long time until then.”

You swallow, the realization settling in that when you turn forty, Joel will be fifty-six later that year. You’ve always known the age difference and never cared, but thinking about it like that scares you. What if you and Joel do last? Will he die twenty years before you do?

Shaking your head, you brush all of those negative, leeching thoughts away. You’re getting way too ahead of yourself, and your future with Joel is the last thing you need to worry about right now.

You step away from your mom to call the caterer, asking her how the food will get here. She tells you she can deliver it right now and be there in twenty minutes, to which you thank her vehemently.

The spread of food you’ve chosen is simple, yet stuff you thought Joel would really like. You opted for chicken, steak or shrimp tacos served with refried beans, Spanish rice, and freshly made chips and dip on the side. The caterer made enough to feed fifty people, figuring about that many or a little less will show up.

For some reason, you’re becoming disquieted as you decorate. With every tear of scotch tape, and rip of crepe paper, your heart climbs in anticipation. Your mind begins wondering if Joel will even like anything, or if he’ll be freaked out that you went to these lengths for someone you’ve been with for only two weeks.

You’ve always felt inadequate in life, and even though Joel has never given you a reason to feel this way, you can’t help it. The overwhelming emotion consumes you and you sit down at his dining room table, gazing off into the distance as you disassociate from everything around you.

The wooden chair squeaks beneath you, but you’re not ripped from your panicked trance until your mom is standing in front of you, giving you a look of concern.

“Y/n, are you okay? You look pale,” she asks, pressing the back of her hand against your forehead.

“Yeah,” you shake your head, coming out of the dark tunnel of dread, “just distracted.”

“What were you thinking about?”

Your lip quivers, and you want to spill your guts completely, but you know you can’t, so you lie, which you hate doing. “I was thinking about everything I have to do before Joel and Sarah get back, and I just got a little overwhelmed.”

“It’s okay!” she cups your face. “I’m here to help. It’ll get done, don’t worry.”

You stand, continuing to decorate. “Why didn’t dad come to help?”

Your mom sighs heavily. “Work stuff, as usual.”

“As usual,” you echo, rolling your eyes. “Is he gonna make it to the party?”

“Of course! He’d never miss it.”

Only your birthdays he’d miss, but never his best friend’s, god forbid.

Sarah texts you to let you know they’re on the way back, and your heart is pounding. Joel’s house is packed with people, everyone in either casual clothing or a swim suit. You finally were able to break away after you set up the food and drinks, to go home and put your bathing suit on underneath your clothes.

Everything is organized neatly with plates, utensils, and cups all set up on the counter, while the catering trays take up the dining room table. There’s so many people here that you don’t know, and it somewhat upsets you that your dad knows Joel better than you do.

You know they’ve been friends for years, but you still wish you could’ve invited these people yourself. Tommy, Joel’s brother, walks up to you with a gentle smile and a beer in-hand.

“Everything looks great, y/n,” he grins. “Joel’s gonna love it.”

“I hope so.” Your eyes meet his brown ones, enjoying the similarity they have to Joel’s. “Is your wife not coming?” you ask, acting as if you don’t know the situation between them.

“Nah,” he shrugs, “she wasn’t feeling it.”

“That’s okay. I usually wanna stay home, too,” you giggle.

A few minutes later, you hear fumbling outside the front door, and Joel walks in with Sarah behind him.

“Happy birthday!” everyone yells, Joel’s face lighting up.

“What the hell? I was wondering what all the cars were outside for. I thought someone died.” His eyes land on you and you can feel yourself becoming bashful under his gaze.

Your dad cuts between you two, wrapping Joel into the biggest bro hug you’ve ever seen. You walk around to Sarah, giving her a tight embrace.

“Thank you so much for your help. You’re awesome,” you say to her with a grin.

“Y/n, everything looks so good. Thank you for doing this for him. He deserves it.”

Your heart melts, admiring the sweet little girl before you. “Yeah, he does.”

“Are you gonna get in the pool with me?” she asks excitedly.

You pull your swimsuit bottoms up from your jeans. “Locked and loaded already.”

“Yes!” she shouts, scurrying away. “I’m gonna put mine on!”

You giggle as you watch her weave through the people to make her way to her room. A throat clears beside you and you see Joel, your body tensing a bit at his strong presence.

“I was just told that this was all your doing,” he raises a brow. “Did you really do all of this for me?”

You nod slowly.

Joel gives you quick, friendly hug, briefly allowing you to inhale his cologne. “Thank you, y/n.” His voice is so soft and sincere that you want to cry, but you hold it together as best as you can.

“You’re welcome, birthday man,” you say as you look up at him with a giggle.

He chuckles, giving you a subtle wink before he turns to mingle with the rest of his party guests. You watch with adoration, loving how happy he is to be talking to all of his friends.

“See? He loves it,” Tommy says from beside you, making you dart your eyes to the side to look at him.

“I’m glad,” you say shyly. “He deserves to have a good birthday.”

“I think you’ve outdone your dad on this one, kiddo.”

Oh, god. Kiddo?

“Jesus, Tommy,” you laugh, “I’m twenty-four. I’m not a ‘kiddo’ anymore.”

“To me you are! I’ve known you since you were one. That’s never gonna change for me.”

Tommy is older than Joel by a few years, and him calling you kiddo so loudly makes you want to scream at him to shut the hell up. What if Joel heard that and it made him feel all weird again? You’d never forgive Tommy if he did.

You shake your head at him with a feigned grin as you walk away, heading into the pool cage where a few people’s kids are already splashing around. You see a group of adults watching from the sidelines, sipping out of their red plastic cups and eating their tacos.

You don’t want to be the only adult in the pool full of children, so you turn to go back inside, weaving through partying people to find Joel. He’s talking to a mini gathering of people with a beer bottle in his hand, looking as alluring and casual as always.

“Joel,” you say quietly, tapping his shoulder.

He turns, giving you a warm smile. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Do you want to go swimming with Sarah and I? We’re about to get in.”

His eyes briefly flick down your body, then back up to meet your face. “Sure, yeah. Let me go get changed.” He places his beer bottle down on the coffee table in the living room, leaving to walk to his bedroom.

You do an inward victory dance, excited that you’re getting to stare at his body in all its glory with everyone watching. You’re not sure why it gives you a blossom of arousal at the thought. Maybe it’s because the two of you being together would be seemed as ‘forbidden’ amongst almost everyone here. Why is that so damned hot?

Your phone vibrates from the back pocket of your jeans, and you retrieve it to see a text from Joel.

Joel

2:44pm

How am I supposed to go swimming with you and not be all over you?

2:45pm

I guess you’ll just have to behave, birthday man.

You giggle, tucking your phone away again as Sarah walks up to you wearing her purple one-piece bathing suit.

“You ready?” she asks excitedly.

You nod. “Is it okay if I change in your room? Don’t really want to just start stripping in front of strangers.”

Sarah giggles, nodding. “I’ll wait for you in the pool.”

You laugh as you go to her room, locking the door behind yourself. Your shirt and jeans fall to the carpeted floor, and a wicked idea pops into your brilliant head. Taking your phone’s front camera, you face it towards your body that’s sporting a black two piece and tap the shutter button. You made sure to give yourself some extra cleavage in the image, giggling as you send it to Joel.

You fold your clothes up and stack them in a pile onto Sarah’s bed, putting your shoes and socks on the floor near her dresser. Your phone buzzes and you excitedly open the message from Joel.

Joel

2:55pm

God. How are you all mine?

2:56pm

Who said I was?

Your teasing comment makes you laugh mischievously to yourself as you leave your phone on the bed, leaving Sarah’s room to make your way to the pool. Two of the adults outside have joined, and you see Sarah beaming up at you, gesturing you into the pale beryl water. You tread slowly into the shallow end, the coolness of the water offsetting the intense heat from the summer sun.

Sarah talks to one of the younger kids who practically hangs on her, making you smile fondly at them. You settle down to the deep end, the tips of your toes barely scratching the bottom as you gasp, finally submerging your head beneath the water line.

When you come up for air, you rub the water out of your eyes, seeing Joel stepping into the pool across the way. Your legs press together as you subtly bite your lip, devouring every single detail of his body. The chest hair that you’ve ran your fingers through so many times is slowly submerged beneath the water, your eyes flicking up to Joel’s.

He glides towards you, a small smirk on his face as he does. Your back is against the lip of the pool, your arms spread out on either side to grip the scalding ground above you. You can feel your face flushing crimson as he gets nearer, his head briefly dipping into the water before he finishes his slow approach.

He stays a comfortable distance away, your gaze quickly looking to the side to see that no one is paying you two any mind. The deep end is vacant except for you and Joel, making his presence seeming all the more intense.

“So you’re not all mine, huh?” he asks quietly as he smirks.

You giggle, your gaze flitting down to the ripples beneath you in the water. “I’m not sure. We haven’t really discussed the technicalities of our relationship yet,” you tease, your heart drumming in your chest.

Joel nods, amusement never leaving his lips or eyes. “Well, that’s such a shame for you. I thought it was my lovely girlfriend who put all of this together for me. I had so many ways of thanking her, too.”

“Yeah?” you squeak. “Like how?”

He opens his mouth, but then is instantly pounced on from behind by Sarah, her arms wrapping around his chest as she tries to dunk him under the water.

“Help me, y/n!” she shouts.

You laugh as you instantly spring into action, putting your hands on his shoulders as you and Sarah both quickly dunk him. Joel bursts out of the water, picking Sarah up as she squeals and laughs, tossing her in the deep end with ease. His eyes lock onto you, and you know you’re his next target.

He wraps his arms around you, taking your body and submerging it completely under water after you take a large gasp. He pulls you back up, laughter filling you.

“Sarah, help!” you cry, water flooding your vision. “He’s gonna drown me. Get him!”

Joel’s arms release you as Sarah tackles him, doing her best to try to get him beneath the water again. You laugh, coming at Joel from the other side as water splashes against him from your body slamming into his. You and Sarah both successfully sink him once again, all of the laughter making your cheeks ache.

Joel’s bubbles stop and he dramatically floats on his back, pretending to have drowned.

“Wow, I’ve been betrayed and killed at my own birthday party,” he says with his eyes closed as the water carries him deeper into the pool. “Didn’t even get to have dessert.”

“There’s no dessert for you,” you jest, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, dad. Dead guys don’t get dessert!” Sarah says from beside you, a big smile on her face.

Joel instantly pops up, coming at Sarah with his arms spread wide, resulting in a squeal from her. “Can’t die before I have dessert, now can I?” He slams her into the water, all three of you laughing as she comes back up for air.

Later, you’re wrapped in a towel, shivering and dripping with chlorinated water as you light the candles on his cake. You got him a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, knowing that’s his favorite since it’s what your dad has given him every year.

You decided to stray away from the number candles, knowing that it’ll only freak him out and make him melancholy about his age. You can’t help but feel like he only thinks he’s ancient now because of you, and it makes your chest tighten with guilt. You don’t want to be the cause of any negative thoughts he might have, especially when he has nothing to worry about.

You reluctantly kick off the happy birthday song, carrying the cake out to him on the glass table outside. He beams at you as everyone begins to sing, his eyes on yours the entire walk to him. You set the cake down in front of him, continuing the song until the last lyric. Everyone waits silently as Joel closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in before he blows out the candles.

Clapping echoes throughout the backyard, several people shouting with excitement as they celebrate. You hand Joel a knife to cut the cake as well as a stack of paper dessert plates. He smiles up at you, taking his beer from the table and standing as he raises it.

“I just wanted to take a second to thank y/n for putting all of this together. You and your family have always gone above and beyond to make my birthdays special, and I just want to thank you for that. I’ve been really hating the idea of turning forty, but you’ve made it really easy,” he looks to you, raising his beer. “Thank you.”

You beam, the overwhelming bashfulness consuming your cheeks as everyone claps, your dad giving you a gentle pat on the shoulder.

Joel begins to cut and serve up the cake, and you watch him with softened eyes.

“You really did do a good job,” your dad says from beside you. “I think you out did your old man.”

Your eyes widen. “What, really?”

He chuckles as he nods. “Definitely. Look at him,” he gestures his head to Joel. “Have you ever seen him look that happy at my parties?”

You laugh, the embers of a low burning fire setting your heart ablaze, knowing that he’s happy because of you. It makes you want to cry. Sarah herself even said that her dad deserves a good party, and she’s completely right. He deserves everything to be good in his life.

After everyone leaves, it’s close to seven o’clock, and you are entirely beat. The sun, the decorating, and the swimming all worked together to completely drain you of all your energy. You stay behind to wrap up the leftovers, frowning once you see that Joel’s fridge is already packed full.

“I’ll have to bring this over to my place, if that’s okay. You don’t have anymore room,” you say to Joel who sadly has his shirt back on.

“Oh, of course. Let me help you take some stuff over there.”

“Thank you,” you grin, your eyes feeling heavy.

“Sarah!” Joel calls out, “I’m helping y/n take stuff over to her house. Be back in a bit.”

“Okay. I’m too tired to care right now,” she shouts back, making Joel and you both laugh.

The massive rectangular cake box rests in the grip of your right arm, as the tray of taco shells sits in your left. Joel grabs the rice, having two trays stacked on top of each other as you both walk next door to your house. You open your side door with your foot, kicking the handle down and pulling it open.

Joel sets his trays down on the counter as you do, pulling open your fridge to load the extra servings inside of it.

“Thank you so much for today, y/n. Seriously,” he says as he walks up behind you, rubbing your shoulders. “I think you might’ve officially out-niced me.”

You giggle, craning your neck to the side to allow him access. “Good.”

Joel pulls the dampened towel off from around you, your bathing suit still on underneath. Your body turns, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you in for a greedy, tongue-filled kiss.

His one hand rests on your hip as the other is splayed across the center of your back. You lift your leg, wrapping it around his to pull him in closer to you.

Joel pulls away. “What was that thing you mentioned about not being mine?”

You chuckle, seeing the mischievous twinkle in his chocolatey eyes. “Well, you haven’t officially asked me to be your girlfriend yet.”

“Yeah, and taking you on dates and making you cum every night doesn’t make you think that you’re mine?” he asks with a devilish smirk.

You bite your lip, his fingers sliding the bottom of your bikini down. “Nope.”

Joel chuckles, freeing himself from his swim trunks. “I love the game you’re playing, baby, but I doubt you can keep it up for long.”

As his hands wrap around you to untie your top, you swallow thickly, shuddering. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because you love my cock too much.” Joel spins you, bending you over your kitchen counter.

Your face and bare breasts press against the cold surface, making you yelp quietly. He quickly pushes himself fully inside of you, causing you to scream out in shock and pleasure.

“Fuck!” you moan, your fingertips gripping the icy marble counter.

Joel’s hand weaves into your hair, gripping it and pulling your head back as he slams ruthlessly into you. He’s never been this rough with you before, but you are loving every single second.

“Tell me,” he grunts, skin slapping to yours.

You cry out, hardly able to speak. “Tell you w-what?”

“That you’re mine.”

You bite your lip, smiling to yourself as his cock repeatedly stretches you over and over again. “No.”

Joel chuckles lowly, pulling you up to his chest by your hair, the pleasurable pain cascading down your neck in a prickling waterfall. He fucks up into you, hitting that spot inside that makes you crumble to him every single time. His fingers move to your clit, rubbing you quickly and expertly.

“Then don’t cum on me if you’re not mine,” he grunts into your ear, fucking you so good that you swear you can see stars.

“Joel,” you moan loudly, his hand still gripped onto your hair at the base of your scalp. “I can’t—”

He gives you a deep thrust that makes you jump to stand onto the pads of your toes, your gasp catching in your throat.

“You know that’s not my name, sweet girl.” Another sharp thrust thrown into the mix. “You really think you can not cum on me, hm? You know I make it so easy for you.”

His words make you squeeze tightly around his length, the sound of your wetness being even more intense than before.

“Daddy, I—” you gasp, your thighs trembling.

“Can feel you gripping me, baby. I know you’re close. Know you’re desperate to cum on me, aren’t you?”

You nod. “Yes!” you scream. “I’m so close, daddy.”

“Don’t cum unless you’re mine,” he rasps, his hips never giving up their relentless pace.

Your entrance tightens, your orgasm at the precipice. Right before you’re about to release, Joel stops rubbing you, making your body fall slightly as a whimper escapes your throat.

“No, no, no!” you protest. “No, please, daddy. Please let me cum.”

Joel grips at your scalp, shaking your head. “Are you mine?”

“Yes!” your voice breaks. “I’m yours, daddy. I’m all yours.”

“Fucking right you are. Who else could fuck you this good?”

“Nobody!” you scream, tears building in your eyes from the desperation you feel. “Please make me cum, please.”

Joel lets out a throaty moan that makes you clench around him. “Love hearing you so desperate for me, baby.” His fingers return to your clit. “Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You!” you rasp loudly. “You, daddy. Just you.”

“Good girl. Now cum on the cock that owns you.”

Instantly, you’re having an intense, life-altering orgasm. Your screams of pleasure are being bounced back to you from your ceiling as your weeping entrance grips Joel tightly. His own orgasm begins to pump out into you, the incessant throbbing against your pulsating walls only prolonging your own release.

“God,” you cry, your body sagging into Joel’s strong grip.

His plethora of moans cease, his hand releasing your hair as he pulls your back flat against his chest.

“Did so good, y/n,” he kisses your temple. “Take me so fucking good every time.”

You pant, your eyes so heavy that you can’t even dare to pry them open. Joel’s arms are wrapped across your torso, keeping you tight to him as he withdraws from inside of you. He lays gentle pecks along the line of your shoulder, his lips making their way to your neck.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he says gently. “You did a lot today.”

Reluctantly, you turn towards your bedroom, your jellied legs giving out beneath you, but Joel quickly reacts to lift you back up. He keeps his arms around your midsection, his feet stepping on the outsides of yours all the way to your bed.

You sit into bed, knowing you’ll have to wash the sheets since there will be a small puddle beneath you in the morning, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. Your head crashes against the pillow, your eyes shut as you feel Joel lean in and kiss your forehead.

“Good night, y/n. Thank you again for my birthday. I had an amazing day,” he says gently, the dominating man from before being completely gone.

“No, don’t leave,” you whine, holding your arm out to grip onto his. “Sleep with me.”

“I can’t, baby. I’ve gotta get back home. Sarah might still be awake.”

“If she’s not, will you come back?”

Joel chuckles. “I don’t want to leave your door unlocked for that long.”

You smile, your eyes still closed. “Just take my key.”

He leans down and places a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Okay. I’ll be back in a few hours to sleep with you.”

“Mmm,” you hum with contentment, “thank you.”

Joel brings the blanket up over your shoulder, feeling yourself drift deeper into the realm of sleep. Before you even realize it, you’re crossing into the ethereal twilight, dreaming of Joel and the beauty in his smile.

You feel a dip in your bed, making you stir as your eyes open. Your body shifts to see Joel smiling, smelling of a fresh shower.

“Hey, you,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your nose. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You came back,” you respond softly. “I’m so happy you came back.”

“Of course I did. How can I say no to you?”

You giggle, reaching your hand up to stroke Joel’s face, feeling his rough beard beneath your fingers.

“What time is it?” you ask sleepily.

“Almost midnight. I took a quick shower before I came over. I felt all sticky from the pool.”

You chuckle. “I’m all sticky from you and the pool.”

Joel laughs, his cheek bulging into your palm. “I love when you’re full of me.”

“Me, too.” Your eyes flick between his. “You really had a good birthday?”

“One of the best, yes,” he smiles warmly. “I still can’t believe you did all of that for me. Every day I’m just dumbfounded as to why you like me so much.”

“Because you’re perfect.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Wholly and truly perfect. I’m crazy about you, Joel.”

“I’m crazy about you too, y/n. I didn’t even want to act like we weren’t together at the party. I wanted to show you off and let everyone know that I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“You’re so sweet,” you coo, admiring him. “Just a little bit longer. Sarah should definitely be first because she’ll hopefully take it the best.”

“I think she will. I loved seeing you with her today. You’re so good with her.”

You shrug, laughing slightly. “I love Sarah. And I love how much she likes me.”

“You’re very easy to like, y/n,” he smiles, pulling you in to his chest.

You giggle, placing a kiss against the fabric of his shirt. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Earlier when you blew out your candles, what did you wish for?”

Joel is quiet for a minute, and you wonder if he’s going to tell you at all. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

You sit up, pushing your breasts against his chest. “I thought I was crazy for throwing you a party, but you loved it. Try me,” you beam.

His eyes soften, but his gaze is serious, yet gentle. “I wished for you to be in my future.”

You blink at him, a wave of emotion overcoming your heart. “Really?”

He nods. “You are everything I could hope for in a woman, y/n. I didn’t date or hook up with anyone after my wife died. All I wanted was to be alone for the rest of my life and never do the relationship stuff again.” He smiles fondly at you. “And after ten years of being stuck in my ways, you’ve changed my mind.”

A tear cascades down your hot cheek, Joel swiping it slowly with his thumb. “God, Joel. I can’t believe you think that of me. I feel the same way about you. I hope that you’re in my future, and not just tomorrow. I want you for years.”

He sits up slightly to seal his lips to yours, his hands rubbing your sides tenderly. “You’ve got me, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

You chuckle, running your nose along his. “Me neither.”

****

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Jake was what people like to call a party animal. Every weekend he was either throwing or attending a party. This trend goes all the way back to his junior year of high school. Every so often you’d be dragged to one of these events by a friend, usually just so you could drive them home—but you didn’t mind. Parties weren’t really your scene. Why? Too many drunk and wild people. Sometimes those parties would feel like every bad or good that could happen…was happening…everywhere…at once. Tonight was no different, other than the fact that you were dressed up. You just felt like having some fun tonight. That sounded way better than sitting in a corner on your phone for 3 or more hours.

You were leaning against a wall, occasionally sipping from a red party cup filled with some odd concoction that was surprisingly delicious. As you were minding your business, you could sense eyes on you. You turned to see Jake sitting on a couch with a girl on each side of him completely mesmerized and begging for his attention. “Jakey~ please don’t go.” “Yea, stay with us.” “Jake~” the girls whined as Jake stood up and began walking in your direction.

“Have I seen you before. I couldn’t help but notice you were standing here all alone.” Jake said as he looked you from head to toe. “You look amazing by the way. My name’s Jake and you are...” He reached his hand out to hold your free one. “Thanks and I’m Y/N.” “You have a beautiful name and a beautiful face. No way are you single.” You could tell he was fishing for more information about you, but his words caused you to blush. Or maybe it was his accent. “Hehe. Even your smile is beautiful.” “Jeez. Did you just come over here to make me blush? And, for the record, I am single.” “Well actually I came over here to make you mine.”He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand and whispered in your ear. “How about we go somewhere private? Would you like that?”

You weren’t really in the mood to be another one of his hopscotch hookers. Even though he was kinda turning you on, his player lifestyle just makes you feel like a one night stand. “Umm…no that’s ok. I’m not really in the mood.” You replied. “Aww. Well that sucks. Could I at least have you number?” He asked. “Yea sure that’s no problem.” The two of you exchanged numbers. “I’m gonna name your contact Sunshine.” He giggled while tapping at the screen. “Well I’m just gonna keep your name ‘Jake’.” You giggled back. “Maybe we can take some time to get to know each other? Just talking, nothing else. Pinky promise.” Jake said extending his pinky to you. This felt kind of childish, but kind of cute too. The two of you interlaced your pinkies. But before you had a chance to go off with him, your extremely wasted friend threw herself in your arms. “I need. To go. Home. Now.” Jake grabbed her other side and helped the two of you to your car. “Maybe another time?” You said buckling your seatbelt. “Yea. And text me when you get home, okay?” He said waving as you pulled off.

It was weird that he was being so sweet, but you can’t deny that you enjoyed it.

Jake headed back to the party, but for some reason he didn’t want all of those other girls around him. Instead he found his friends and partied with them for the rest of the night. However, his friend Heeseung noticed something different about him. Jake was typically surrounded by girls all the time, but now he was telling them to go away. This wasn’t like Jake. He enjoyed being the center of attention, more specifically, sexual attention.

Just as Jake asked, you texted him when you made it home. To your surprise, he responded immediately.

“I’m so glad to hear that. How are you by the way?”

“I’m fine, what about you?”

“Ehh, I’d be better if you were here next to me.” “What about your party?”

“I told everyone to go home.”

You were shocked at his response. You’ve heard these parties last way past 2am and it was barely midnight.

“Oh..well I’m gonna go to sleep now…gn”

“Ok😊G’night Beautiful😴”

This was crazy, but you didn’t want to get in your feelings with a guy like Jake. That’s just setting you up for a broken heart. No way were you going to torture yourself like that.

The next morning you woke up to a text from Jake. “Good morning Sunshine☀️💛” you casually responded with ‘GM’ and proceeded to get dressed for school. However, upon your arrival, you were greeted by Jake. “Hey Beautiful. I gotta run to class. What do you say we have lunch together?” “Umm…yea sure.” “Hehe. Awesome.” Jake giggled before running off to class. *Another weird interaction to add to the list* you thought to yourself.

Time Skip

After class, you were on your way to the campus cafeteria when you heard footsteps approach your from behind. Before you could turn to see who it was your eyes were covered by a set of hands. “Guess who.” You knew it was Jake by his Australian accent, but you still played along. “Hmm…lemme guess…is it Jake?” “Yep it’s me.” He said uncovering your eyes. He then held your hand as the two of you walked to the cafeteria together.

As you approached the clear cases of food you noticed that Jake was picking all of the same foods you were. This was getting weird. “How about we eat lunch outside? It’s a beautiful day~” “Yea that sounds nice.” You said as you headed toward the courtyard. It really was a beautiful day, but you wanted to get to the bottom of this behavior. Jake unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite. “What’s up?” He could tell you wanted to say something as you were blankly staring at him. “Umm…why are you being so nice to me?” “Huh?” “Like I thought you were a player. Why hang around me when you have tons of other girls dying to be with you?” “Cuz you’re my Sunshine. Other girls don’t even cross my mind since I met you. Even though you are the first girl who has ever rejected me.” “I just don’t want to end up like a one night stand.” “Don’t worry about that. I want to get to know you more.”

For the next few weeks Jake continued this odd behavior. Being honest with yourself, you had started to like him too. The two of you had gone on two dates, which were both amazing. You guys weren’t even official and he was already treating you like his princess. You woke up to a text from Jake.

“Hey Beautiful☺️ Wanna join me at a Japanese flower garden today?”

“Yesss.😁 What time should I be there?”

It took him a few minutes to respond.

“Awesome!! I’ll be over there to pick you up in an hour😘”

“You sure? I don’t mind getting there myself.”

“No way, there are a few other things I have planned for us today❤️❤️🤭”

“Really?! Like what?😮”

“A surprise 🥳 you’ll have to wait and see 😉”

This caught you by surprise, as Jake loved to be descriptive and tell you everything he had planned.

“Hmm fineeee~🥲”

“Lol😂don’t worry it’ll be worth the wait🥰 Now hurry up and go get beautiful for me❤️…oh and don’t eat anything😁”

“Lol...okkkk.“

One hour and ten minutes had passed when Jake finally knocked on your door. “You’re late.” You teased. “I was giving you an extra 10 minutes in case you weren’t ready yet.” To be honest, you did need a little extra time…you had forget to switch your cards into your other bag. “Oh, thanks.” You chuckled shyly. “Well let’s go. We got a full day together.” Jake smiled as he grabbed your hand running to his car that was parked in your driveway. He opened the car door for you and waited until you were completely seated before closing the door. The first place he took you to was a cute cafe where you had breakfast together. After that, a flower shop, where he bought corsages and a flower crown for both of you. “What’s all this for?” You laughed as he pinned the flower broach to your shirt. “We gotta get ready for the flower garden remember.” He said with a huge smile on his face. He then proceeded to tie the flower bracelet around your wrist and placed a flower crown on your head. He did the same to himself. “Ok, now we’re ready for the flower garden.”

Once the two of you arrived Jake stepped out of the car first and grabbed a picnic basket from the trunk. You were definitely surprised, just like he said you’d be. After walking around for a while jake led you to an area shaded by a flower arch. “This is why we had to wear the flowers.” Jake whispered pointing upwards. Just as you looked up a few butterflies were flying in your direction. “Don’t be scared. The most a butterfly can do is tickle you hehe.” A butterfly landed on the ring of flowers around your wrist. “Woah…” you looked over to see Jake’s flower crown covered in butterflies. The two of you shared a laugh before Jake reached out and pointed to the bright red ladybug on your top. “That’s a sign of love you know.” Jake gently picked up the ladybug and held it in his hand. “How about we name it. Gotta be quick before it flies away.” Jake said locking eyes with you. “Hmmm…how about Fred?” Hearing this caused Jake to burst out in laughter. “Fred is fantastic.”

Soon after leaving the flower garden, Jake guided you to an open field full of flowers. “Let’s eat here.” He said as he opened the basket and pulled out a white blanket. He placed it on the ground with a weight on each corner, then he started unpacking the food as you sat down. He pulled out champagne—with two glasses, fresh fruit, mini cakes, and sandwiches. The two of you ate and talked until you were full. “Oh and the champagne is nonalcoholic so I can drive.” Jake said as he poured you both a glass. “Oh oh and I have a few more surprises for you.” Jake giggled as he reached into the basket. He handed you a heart box and a plush bear. “Can I open it?” You asked. “Yes of course.” Jake was looking at you like he was going to explode with nerves. You slightly hesitated to open the heart shaped box. You opened the box to see a beautiful necklace.

“Jake…it’s beautiful.” You said holding it in your hand. “Here let me put it on.” Jake stood up and kneeled behind you. “A beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.” Jake said placing a kiss on your neck. “You’re an amazing girl and I want to make it official with you. So, Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” “Yes, Jake. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You said as he crawled around to face you. The smile on his face caused you to smile brighter as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. It was gentle and passionate. “Hehe wait…was this our first kiss?” Jake said combing his hair back with his fingers. “You don’t know how long I’d been waiting to do that.”

Jake held your head in one hand and your waist in his other hand. Cupping your head as he covered your face, lips, and neck in hot wet kisses. This is also how you learned he was an into breath play and enjoyed teasing the fuck out of you. He would pause every so often just so you could feel his breath, making you want him more.

After the date it was getting kind of late. The sun was getting ready to set when Jake asked, “Wanna come over to my place? We can have dinner there. If you think it’s too fast we can do it another time.” You were shocked at how he was being considerate of your feelings. You did love Jake, but it was your first date as his girlfriend. “Umm that’s okay. Definitely another time though.” You replied with a smile. He drove you back to your house and walked you to your door. “But I wanna give you one more surprise. Close your eyes.” You obediently closed your eyes and waited in the darkness. Suddenly you felt his lips press against yours. “I couldn’t leave without giving you one more kiss. Goodnight, Beautiful. I love you.” He looked so sweet when he said this. “Goodnight Jake.” You said waving as he walked back to his car.

Everything seemed to be going well for the two of you. But Jake hadn’t told anyone about his feelings towards you. Heeseung was especially suspicious of Jake’s behavior. When Jake went home Heeseung was waiting for him. “Hey dude what the hell is going on with you?” Heeseung’s face was painted with confusion. “Umm…what are you talking about?” “You’ve been acting weird since that night. You’ve also been flaky and quiet. Does it have something to do with that girl? Don’t lie. I heard about your little lunch date.” Heeseung’s aggressive interrogation caught Jake off guard. He wasn’t really ready to talk about his relationship with you. “Oh she’s nobody. Just another girl from a party. I just haven’t been in the mood for any parties lately.” Jake said hoping his friend would believe him. Heeseung clearly didn’t believe his attempt at covering up. “Okay, well then where were you just now?” “Out. Is that a problem?” “Look Jake, I’m just looking out for you. That’s all. Anyways Jay’s throwing a party tonight. You coming?” “Yeah. Definitely.” Jake drove to Jay’s party with Heeseung.

At the party, Jake was behaving the way he normally would. Drinking, laughing, and surrounded by girls. Heeseung still wasn’t convinced. But whatever conclusions he made were out of the window when he spotted Jake making out with a random girl in the kitchen. The party continued to around 4am. After everyone left, Jake passed out on the couch. What he didn’t know was that someone was taking pics at the party and one showed him in the background locking lips with that girl.

The next morning you received a text from Jake as usual. You were so happy to be Jake’s girlfriend. You thought to yourself that maybe he was past his old player phase and found love with you. The two of you texted sweetly back and forth for the rest of the morning. What you didn’t know was that Jake wasn’t being as honest with you as you thought. The same night he said he loved you and made you his girlfriend, was the same night he threw it all away on a meaningless kiss.

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[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 1

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

          Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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To anyone who cares,

I've been working on this story for some time. It was intended to be a one-shot but it turned out to be quite long. Somewhere along the way I lost motivation and started thinking this wasn't going to be good. So I posted the first part hoping to find motivation again.

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It wasn't a conventional type of marriage that you had. You and Yoongi weren't even supposed to marry. He was a celebrity, an idol. While you were the oblivious nerd at school.

You never cared for the crowd or the music. All you knew was that good knowledge would take you anywhere. You were told from a very young age that education was your only constant in life and that you should work hard.

Work hard, you did. You spent days researching and nights revising. You topped your school and entered a university of your choice. Getting a degree was a piece of cake for you, and you topped your university too. Passing with flying colors, you had no difficulty finding a job.

When all others were out partying, you were busy working for your future. And it wasn't that easy being a nerd either. People teased you all the time. Told you that you weren't enough. Pointed out endless times that you were ugly and that no guy would ever like you.

You had no friends and barely left your house unless you had to go to the library or the nearest convenience store. And every night when you cried yourself to sleep, the only thing that ever brought you comfort was the hope that you will someday find someone who will look at you the way your dad does at your mom. With stars in his eyes and love in his gaze.

Your parents are the loving type. They had a love marriage. Being high-school sweethearts, theirs was a love story you would never tire of hearing. Every time you went to your grandma's, you were always asking her to retell the story.

They not only loved each other but also loved you immensely. Being the only daughter, you were their whole world. But sometimes, you thought it would have been better if you were an orphan. Every time you looked at your parents' faces you thought they deserved a better daughter. Those times, you couldn't keep the tears at bay. You would close yourself up in the restroom and cry your heart out.

Oh, you also had social anxiety. The moment you step out into a public space, your head starts spinning. You feel dizziness as your body starts sweating and your hands start shaking. You feel like everyone's eyes are on you, and the walls are caving in.

So, the day you were told that your marriage was arranged to an idol, you weren't sad. You were devastated. When you asked your dad, he explained to you that Yoongi's uncle was a dear friend of his and that he was worried about his sister's son. He was arranging a quick engagement ceremony this weekend, and the week after that, you were getting married to a man you barely knew.

You ran to your ma and cried your heart out in her lap while she lovingly caressed your face and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down.

When you met her eyes, she gave you a gentle smile and said,

"Don't worry too much, Y/N. You don't know much about Yoongi. You might want to get to know him better, and since your marriage is just 2 weeks away, you'll have to do that after the marriage.

I know that this is a lot to take in, but I promise that once you settle in, it's going to be a lot easier. Besides, Yoongi isn't too bad. You can expect love in this marriage, but I must warn you not to raise your expectations too high..."

And so, the only two times you saw your husband before marriage was once when he came to meet your dad and you were going to work. The other time was at your engagement party when you were supposed to stand with him the whole night, and honestly, he treated you well.

He behaved like a gentleman. But what worried you was the lack of conversation between you and your soon-to-be husband. He barely spoke a word to you except for the occasional compulsory questions due to the company you had.

The chemistry between you two was not too difficult to notice. The tension was palpable, and the heat was discernible in his eyes. But you spoke no words.

You got married, and it was like no dream you ever had. It was a private ceremony with just your family and close friends, considering your health issue.

It was comforting when your dad held your hand tight. Before you even knew it, you had reached the end of the aisle where Yoongi stood, facing you. He donned one of the many extravagant black suit he possessed and looked like a model.

Not to get you wrong, you did know he had good looks but man... was he damn hot!

Clearing your mind of the thought, You turned to face your dad as he said,

"Y/N, these 24 years passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like your mother showed me her test  and excitedly gushed about having a baby and today..." he paused, clearing his throat. He then lifted his hand and surprised you by wiping the tears streaming down your face.

Jeez! I didn't even notice I was crying. Thanks dad.

"Today, my baby is getting married. I know I asked too much of you by this marriage, but trust me. You couldn't have found a better match. Just... Have patience and remember, Everything heals with time..." you nodded and he took a deep breath, caressed your head and leaned down to softly peck your forehead. Inhaling softly, you turned to look at your soon-to-be-husband. Your father walked closer to him and said, 

"Take good care of her, my man."

Yoongi muttered a soft "I will."

and bowed his head slightly. Shaking, you placed your hand in his, and he surprised you by holding your hand tight. He turned to face the wedding officiator and you followed him. The officiator was a stout-looking man who wore half-rimmed spectacles and a gentle smile on his face. He eyed the crowed and stated,

"We are gathered today to celebrate the union of Lee Y/N and Min Yoongi. We are all here to support this commitment of love and to share the joy of Y/N and Yoongi as they choose to spend their lives together. On their behalf, I thank you all for your presence here today. Before we start the ceremony, is there any soul present here that objects this union?"

He looked around and after a few seconds, turned to look at you and Yoongi.

 "Do you, Min Yoongi, take Lee Y/N to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her and, forsaking all others remain true to her as long as you both shall live?"

Yoongi turned slightly and looked at you right in the eyes as he boldly said, "I do." 

"And Do you, Lee Y/N , take Min Yoongi to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort and keep him and, forsaking all others remain true to him as long as you both shall live? "

You felt Yoongi squeeze your hands and you looked up, catching a glimpse of emotion before his dark orbs before he masked it again. You gave him a soft smile and said, 

"I do. "

You exchanged your rings and with both your hands gently clasped by his you both said in harmony, "With this ring, I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, till death do us part."

"Then, I now pronounce you man and wife."

It was a wish of yours to have a spring wedding and it did come true that day but little did you know that all your other dreams of a marriage of love were about to be shattered the very night

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You left the place with your husband, but he excused himself. When you asked him why, he replied with an emotionless expression that you had never seen on his face before that he had an urgent meeting to go to.

Frowning, you tried not to dwell on what could be so important that he had to leave on his wedding night when the driver announced your arrival. Stepping down from the car, you tugged your long dress down and thanked the driver before he took his leave. Your things had already been moved to his apartment, which was now yours.

Traditionally, you were supposed to be carried inside the house in your husband's arms.

Shrugging your shoulders, you told yourself, "Well, this is the reality now. You have to accept it, Y/N."

You entered the house and sighed to yourself, deciding that it was time to change your clothes. A warm shower and a clean, comfy change of clothes later, you decided to sleep for a while. You were awoken by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Coming."

You shouted and ran to the entrance to open the door. You were met with the cold, empty expression on your husband's face, and a strong breeze of air that told you he had been drinking.

"Have you been drinking?" You asked.

Ignoring you, he stepped inside and made his way to your bedroom. Feeling low about the way he was treating you already, you followed him. You saw him tug at his tie before moving to the walk-in closet. 

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Yoongi's POV

I left the ceremony as soon as possible to escape the suffocating feeling the place was giving me. I reached the hotel and went straight to the room that was my company for countless nights by now. Ordering a drink became two and didn't stop until I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Her absence became a dull void instead of the gaping wound it had been throughout the day. Without conscious thought, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was no longer tipsy, and it was midnight. I could think now and I remembered I had a wife waiting for me at our house.

Deciding to go home, I checked out and called my driver. Reaching home, I rang the doorbell twice and was greeted by her in a soft grey hoodie. Y/N's angelic voice reached my ears, and I was once again reminded of her. Doing my best to ignore her, I headed straight to my room and opened the closet to get a fresh change of clothes before heading to the shower.

The sight of her clothes arranged together with mine enraged me. It reopened the wound in my heart, and I could feel the dull ache grow and develop into a pounding pain.

Turning, I located her sitting on our bed and met her hazel-brown eyes. Looking back, I knew that I would regret what I do now but decided to do it anyway.

Collecting her clothes and snatching the hangers from my wardrobe, I walked across the room to place them in her hands and said, "The guest bedroom is across the hallway. You may ask the maid to show you to it. "

I was about to move away when I felt a small fist wrap around mine. Turning back, I saw her standing and looking up. I could see her eyes glossed up as she asked, "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"

Frowning, I stared into her eyes, trying to figure out why she thought so. Unable to understand the emotion in her eyes except for the guilt, I sighed.

"No, you didn't. But I'm not up for conversation right now, so just leave me be, we can talk tomorrow."

I felt her remove her grip, but she softly asked again, "Were you drinking and driving?"

Looking at her soft features highlighted by the moonlight streaming into the room, and seeing her eyes so concerned for me, I could feel the walls I had built around myself all these years start to break down.

"Why do you care so much?" I asked softly, and she simply said, "Because you're my husband now."

Her reply reopened the deep wound as I was once again harshly reminded of the fact that this is Y/N and not Her. I realized nobody would ever care so much about me except when they wanted something in return.

Frustrated, I pulled Y/N in by holding her wrist and caged her in between my arms and the wall. Looking into her eyes, I was met with confusion and slight fear as I told her, "Then don't. Please don't care for me just because you have to..." 

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Y/N's POV:

I am shocked by his answer, and before I can even think to come up with a coherent answer, he leveled his head with mine and said, "You have come into my life now. But that's it."

I am frozen in my spot as I can feel him move his mouth to my ears as he whispered,

"If you can't get into my bed, you sure as hell can never get into my heart."

I stay in place as he pulls away, smirks at me, and then goes into the bathroom. I somehow come out of my shaken state and leave the room with tears streaming down my face. I could feel the maids staring at me, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

To be continued..

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[lostghostthing]

Rebekah's Cat

Word Count: 900 -1000+?

Rebekah's POV

I was walking the streets of New Orleans, minding my own business when I saw some boy hurting a little cat. I vamp myself over to them and grabbed the cat. "What do you boys think you're doing?" I asked the three of them. They looked up at me with fear, "uh... we wer... were" the smallest tried to speak, "just go" I rolled my eyes. "Make us" I tallest laughed, "go before I rip your voice box from your neck and do the same for your cold heart." My vampire side started to show. The tall one grabbed the other two and ran away. "Stupid boys" I laughed, then I looked in my arms. There was the cat I saved. They had a beautiful pure white coat. "Aren't you a beautiful..." I flipped the cat over to see it's gender, "girl" I smiled, flipping the cat back other. 

This cat was so beautiful that I adopted them. I didn't ask or tell my family for a week. But now, to night was the night I told them about Yn. My "new" adopted cat.

"Rebekah, dinner is ready" I heard my older brother, Elijah call. I smiled and walked to my window. I opened it, and Yn quickly ran in. She jumped up into the room and sat on my bed. I closed my window and grabbed Yn. "I want you to hide downstairs until I call you" I told her, holding her close to my face. She nodded and I put her down, I opened the door and let her run across the hall. I walked out my room and close my door behind me. 

"Ah, there you are Rebekah. What took you so long?" Kol asked, "I wasn't that long" I hit Kol's head. "Please, no fighting my mother asked, "ok" me and Kol said at the same time. "Hello family" I heard Klaus said as he walked in the room. He sat on the other side of me. "Can we eat all ready?" Kol wined, "eat" Mom said.  

When we were all about done, I cleared my throat. "Yes, Rebekah?" My father questioned. "I have something to tell you" "and what is that, dear sister" Eiljah looked worried for me. "I... Well, more like I have someone I want you to meet. Yn" I called, and she came running to me from upstairs. "A CAT!?!" Kol questioned, "yes, I got a cat and her name is Yn"

"Aww, she's beautiful" Elijah smiled as he placed a piece of streak in his mouth. Yn walked over to Elijah and rubbed up against him. "Hello there Yn" he looked into her E/C eyes, she jumped up into his lap and sat. "I think she likes you Elijah" "I hope so" he pet her head. 

Yn's POV 

I jumped up into Elijah's lap and sat down. He was sweet to my owner Rebekah, so I'll be sweet to him. "I think she likes you Elijah" Rebekah smiled, "I hope so" he pet my head softly. I then looked across the table to see a dirty blonde man. I hoped off Elijah's lap and walked over to the dirty blonde one. "Hello there Luv" Luv? Luv... why would he said that? I jumped into his lap and sat down. I heard Kol chuckle and joke about how the dirty blonde man was being a big softie.

After dinner, everyone when to bed. I said good night to everyone and gave them a kiss on the cheek. Two for Kol and Elijah. Rebekah and I then went upstairs to her bed. Finally, I could sleep on the bed. I jumped up on it quickly and lay down, waiting for Rebekah to change into her sleep wear. When is was done, she crawled into bed and laid on her back. I crawled over slowly and laid on her chest. "Really" I laughed at me, I mowed in reposes.

3 Years Later...

Yn's POV

I have been living with the Mikaelsons for just little over a year, and they have never known my real form. Until to night

It was around 5 in the morning, and I needed some water. Fresh, ice-cold water is with I wanted. I looked up at Rebekah to make sure she was sleeping. And she was, and with that I jumped off the bed to the floor. I jumped up and turned the held, I fell down but landed on my feet. I then pawed at the open and slowed opened it. Finally, I thought to myself as I walked out the room. I walked out into the hall and down the stairs, quietly. It was dark, but because I was a cat, I could see in the dark.

When I got to the kitchen, I turned into my human form. I had clothes on of course, I'm not crazy. I stood up and walked to the cabinet, I opened it and grabbed a beautiful glass cup. Then I walked to the fringe. 

after I filled my glass, I took the sip I needed. "Finally," I smiled, all of a sudden, the kitchen light cut on. I looked over at the entertainment of the kitchen and saw Klaus. Shit! I thought to myself before being pushed to one of the kitchen walks. "Who the fuck are you!?!" He grabbed my throat and had his other arm by his side, ready to attack. "What's going on!?!" I heard Mr. Mikaelson and the others running downstairs. "Who is that?" Mrs. Mikaelson yelled as she ran over. "Get your hands off the poor girl, Niklaus!" She pushed him a side, I fell to the floor catching my breathe. "Are you ok, dear?" She asked with question in her eyes. "Yea" I said nodded my head as I looked up at the others. "Who are you!" Klaus yelled about to attack again, but Elijah held him back. I got scared and transformed back into a cat before running to Rebekah for protection. She picked me up and hugged me, "did you see what I saw?!" "Yes, she's a shapeshifter" "you knew?!" Kol asked, "yep" she replied and hugged me again. "Please can she stay?" Rebekah asked her parents with hope her in her magical eyes. "Of course, dear" Ms. Mikaelson answered before anyone else. I jumped out of Rebekah's arms and transformed into my human form again. "Thank you, Mrs. Mikaelson" I smiled at her, "you're very pretty dear" she smiled back. 

And ever since then, I been living with the Mikaelsons.

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[soulls-at-505]

“I liketh thee”

PAIRING: Juliet Capulet x Fem! Montague! Reader

WARNINGS: homophobia, swearing, not proof read-

REQUESTED: no

SUMMARY: Juliet and Y/n are introduced by Romeo, and the rest is history

A/N: The speech is in shakespearean english sorry y’all, italics indicate a flashback

Loud music echoed through the Capulet mansion, courtesy of Lord Capulet’s annual party, to which you, Mercutio and your brother Romeo had successfully infiltrated snuck into. Mercutio may have had a few too many and had fucked off god knows where, so that just left you and Romeo. Romeo and Mercutio were the only two people who knew about your secret.

“You.. what?” Shit, you thought. You kept silent, nervously shuffling around in front of your brother and best friend. 

“Thy liketh those of amorous rite?” Mercutio asked, unsure of what you truly meant.You nodded briefly, awaiting a scorn or disdained lecture. However, you were met with laughter. 

“Thee were afraid to bid us this?!” Romeo wheezed. You blushed, slightly embarrassed of the fiasco. You hushed him from speaking too loudly and revealing your secret to the world, or worse, to your father. Heaven forbid he discovers this.

“Behold, sister, all the fine flowers in this room t’night. I bid you farewell.” Romeo says in your ear before scuttling away. He may know of your preference for women, but he knew not of your love for Juliet Capulet. Fair Juliet Capulet. But she’d never love you back, not in your situation. ‘

If only it were another life,’ you thought.You sat in the corner of the room, eyes darting around looking for anything to take your interest. You looked to the door to the gardens and saw Romeo waving for you. Confused, you run over.

“Dear sister, this is the fair maiden, Juliet. Juliet, mine ow’n sister, Y/n. Thee duo, enjoyeth thine companys.” Romeo steps aside to reveal Juliet. You turn to Romeo, shell-shocked. He winks and walks away. ‘

How did he find out? Nosy fucker.’ you wondered. 

“Let us go to some place with lesser noise and disruption, follow me.” she beems at you, grabbing a hold of your wrist and running through the mass of people. The music is more muffled as you head up the grand staircase and into her bedroom. She leads you in the doorway and gently closes the door, getting very close to you. Your lips were almost touching, you glanced at hers and back up to your eyes. You were met with a grin before she scrambled to close her curtian and windows.

You went and sat in her bed next to her, “What’s going on?” you asked, visibly confused. A faint calling of her name was heard outside followed by three knocks. “Under the sleep chamber, make haste!” she whisper shouted, kissing your check before pushing you to the floor and diving back into her bed like she was before. You darted underneath, watching the door whilst being careful to not be seen at the same time. “Ay Juliet, thee shouldst beest careful. Thee was near to be hast caught!” her nurse hissed as she closed the door behind her with a creak, “receiveth thy ‘friend’ from beneathst thy.” Juliet blushed as you crawled out and stood awkwardly. Her nurse put her face in her palm and visibly cringed. “Ay Juliet.” she said before putting both hands in the air in surrender and leaving. Once the door had creaked to a close, you and Juliet locked eyes and laughed as you sat next to her once more. “What wast yond about?” you asked her, gazing into the beautiful infities that were her eyes. “She knows.” “Knows what?” you reply. “Knows that I liketh thee.” “You… liketh thee?” you managed to stutter. “It’s true.” Juliet giggled and pulled you towards her. “I, Juliet Capulet, liketh thee, Y/n Montague.” You laughed, head on her chest, looking up at her with awe. “And I, Y/n Montague, liketh thee, Juliet Capulet.”

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[laika6007]

breathe

TW- contains sensitive topic like panic attack, if you feel uncomfortable while reading feel free to not read and check out my other posts <3

It must suck doesn’t it, when everything in your life is against you and your on the verge of giving up in life.

Tears streamed down my tear stained cheeks, eyes and nose puffy. I was seated on the bathroom tiles with my knees close to my chest. It got difficult to breathe every passing second. My hands trembled as I went to grab the phone lying next to me. The screen lit up and my fingers moved fast along the screen searching for his contact name. 

“Hello” I heard his voice from the other side of the call after few rings. “L-Liam I-I-I can’t breathe properly” my voice shaky as I started stuttering followed by heavy breaths and hiccups. “I’m coming home right now love. Be on the call with me ok. Now just as we practiced last time- inhale.” My hands were shaking, legs fidgeting but I listened to Liam and held my breath. He heard me inhale as he was walking to his car, I suppose. “Good; now exhale.” I heard his engine start as I breathed out. His soothing voice filled my ears as it calmed me down slowly. 

“Now love can you repeat doing that for me? Focus on the little gaps between your heavy breaths it’ll help in reducing your hiccups and difficulty in breathing and don’t forget to close your eyes while doing that, ok.” “Ok” I replied to him focused on my breathing as he told me to do while closing my eyes. The sound of engine stopped and I heard the car door being shut. Liam was still on the call hearing my breathing, making sure I did the breathing exercise correctly and praised me for every breath I inhaled. 

I heard the front door open and soon did the bathroom door. Opening my eyes and looking up I met with his brown orbs. In no time I was picked up with his hands carrying me and supporting my legs and back as I cling on to him like a panda clinging on a zookeeper’s leg. My arms wrapped around his neck with puffy eyes and crying silently on his chest.

“You did so good sweetheart on controlling your panic attack while I wasn’t there with you” he said walking towards the bed. His scent filled my nostrils. He smelled like pumpkin and late autumn. He put me on the bed. “Did you drink water?” Liam asked and I turned my head indicating a ‘no’, with puffy eyes and red nose. He got me a glass of water. His eyes filled with love stared at my figure gulping water. Patting my back and keeping the glass on the nightstand he brought up the blankets on top of us and cuddling and telling me that I was safe now.

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The thick, cool bedsheets seemed to do nothing to help the ever-present heat over your body. Tossing and turns filled the night since the moment you laid in your bed.

It didn't help that you could hear everything. Your heartbeat, the large grandfather clock in the hallway ticking by the seconds, and chiming what you counted as two times already, indicating it was Two A.M by this point, probably three soon.

You rolled over onto your back, a hand raised over your eyes and shielding them from whatever light of the moon peeked through the large, crimson curtains pulled over the windows.

You take slow breaths in and out, feeling the way your chest rises with each heartbeat pounding against your ribcage. The feeling would almost be calming, your eyes almost closing and body relaxing into the soft mattress, that felt like it would swallow you whole with how deep you had sunken into it.

It seemed sleep would finally be granted to you until you heard that damn clock chime.

Three A.M. was now upon you.

Ding

The first chime went, causing some odd sensation to flood your body, like some sort of forgotten nostalgia your brain was triggered by.

Ding

The next one made your ears begin to ring, the heartbeat nearly throbbing into your eardrums, and yet- you were at some sort of twisted peace with it all, only removing your arms from your eyes, but you kept them closed.

Ding

The ringing began to sound more formed, beginning to drop in and out at certain places. It was starting to sound like the beginning of a song.

Ding

The final ring of the clock and your eyes begin to flutter open, met with a dimly lit room now. Candles covered the room, splayed out on drawers and the marble floor.

The bat never stopped, only getting louder as a piercing sound of a synthesizer rang in your brain along with the manipulated sound of your heartbeat turned into a song for it to hum along with, lifting yourself up to look around.

It was the same, spacious room of the old Victorian house - and yet it wasn't. It was older built now. A fuzzy aesthetically filter seemed to be in your eyes, yet you couldn't rub it away like stray tears or lashes were blocking your vision.

It was like an 80s horror movie or a music video almost, like fuzzy static, hung in the way of your pupils from seeing anything clearly.

Cob webs littered corners of every shelf and ceiling and thick layers of glittery silver dust covered every place, the gold light of candles reflecting off of it, giving it that haunting aura that made a chill run over your spine and up your arms and neck.

You should be frightened. You should be freaking out, scared out if your mind, rushing back under the safety of covers and screaming at yourself to wakeup from this hellish nightmare as music seemed to strum in your head, almost making it pound in agony.

And yet you weren't afraid. Shedding the covers from yourself as the silk nightgown you wore hung loosely over your body, hanging off of your shoulder and leaving it bare. Funny, you don't remember putting such a thing on. You felt calm, more curious than anything, and a need to discover more of this unworldly place.

Your life is the same. Day after day.

That haunting voice of a man sang softly into the back of your brain, breathing down your neck almost, yet no one was there.

The voice was so quiet, yet so loud. Like a being had hidden itself into your head, refusing to leave as the song lulled you, pulling you somewhere. It wanted you out of the safety of your room.

Everything that you do. You do the same old way.

Your feet moved on their own almost, walking to the large, oak door with the strangest carvings and sings in them you didn't remember being there before, making you tilt your head curiously, shoving it open with all the strength you had, pushing your weight against it.

You were met with a long hallway, full off many doors all closed shut, silver and gold keys in the doorknobs, and yet you found no desire to test and try every single one. In face, your eyes trained on the last one down the dark hallway, the dim lights from inside the opened door were calling to you, that siren song was pulling you there.

I can show you the world, in a different light.

You followed slowly, one foot dragging along the other against the carpet that you could barely see over the thick silver fog that hung low, kicking it up with each step you took to see the red and gold rug beneath your feet.

The candles over barely helped light up the place, the pictures on the walls you could barely make out. The figure in them seemed to be the same person eveytime- unaware of the way the painted eyes seemed to watch you, like a predator awaiting its innocent pray at any moment.

Keep your heart to yourself. Give your soul to the night.

You could almost feel the way your eyes felt like they were about to pop out of your skull as this siren-like voice belted, calling you like some deserpate lovesick daydream. It sounded desperate, heartbroken, it wants, it desires, and here you are, running to it.

Come to me when you're lonely...

Everything in you was telling you to stop, hold your head, and shriek in agony for it all to stop, let this nightmare end finally... But you had no desire to, like a lazy sensation was keeping you from doing it, nearing the door everstep, starting to hear the voice become its own, not clawing and whispering in the folds of your brain anymore, but echoing from inside the room you awaited to step into anxiously.

Come to me when you need something new...

You swallowed the thick saliva stuck in the back kf your throat, almost tasting metallic and some burning after sensation scratching your poor throat, finally opening your mouth to breath

The smell of dust and a sickly scent filling your lungs as soon as you took in a sharp shaky breath, hearing your breathing echo along with the sing as if it was now apart of it, the voice flowing with it.

Come to me when you're restless. It's as if it knew what was going on with you, what had been happening to you only moments before. Like it watched you from the moment you stepped foot into this new home of yours, ever since the time you were strangely welcomed by everyone in the small town only just earlier today, it knew. It saw everything.

Cause I've got something just for you... Just for you.

The second you're walking in this forever extending hallway, the next your right in front of this door, vision blocked by a few red and crimson pearls handing from the doorway. You slowly push them away to your sides as you step in, seeing the room.

It's a bedroom - a very large one at that. The bed that was right in the middle was covered by silk red curtains, torn up and tangled with messy bedsheets that strung across the floor and bed, along with ripped pillows, the pure white feathers from them reflected off the shiny black floor.

The carved wood of the bed frame was littered with scratches and bitemarks, like someone had thrown a fit and destroyed their bedroom, as drawers and shelves were fallen Ono the ground, broken, mirror shattered and glass strewn onto the ground. Books were shredded and pages torn out as well, along with the scratches and cracks of the burgundy wall.

All of it was obviously a threat. A danger to you, anything in this place could want to hurt you right now, and this was the proof. But you couldn't run. You didn't want to. You wanted to find this voice. You wanted to see who it was who had placed you under their trance, made you a puppet on a string as they pulled you along by their finger.

You stepped over glass, over pages of letters, and poor massacred books, unbothered by the dangers of when setting foot on them.

You could see who was laying on the bed, their body hidden by the curtains. Only one leg lazily hanging from the ledge, bobbing and kicking with the beat of the sing that still tangled itself into your mind. The guitar riffs, the ringing trumpets, all of it, stinging and burning every inch of your head.

Your eyes still kept strained on the being lying in the messy bed, your heart nearly stopping as a a pale hand made itself apparent from behind the curtains, a dress shirt cuff lazily unbutton around the boney wrist of this person made you gulp quietly. You weren't sure why now you were beginning to feel afraid. Now that you were finally in the room and watching this hand carefully, it was already only a few feet from the bed as you continued to walk.

The hand made an urging motion, moving its black clawed finger for you to come closer. Come to the bedside now. You couldn't say no, you couldn't move - even if you wanted to. You were still a puppet, uner this masters hold. You were powerless.

Come to me when you're lonely...

You fought back every sense in you that wanted to so badly tear the curtains away to see who it was, seeing as you were gaining your own mind once again, feeling the impending dread pool deep in your stomach, almost making a sickening feeling ache in the back of your throat.

Come to me when you need something new...

You saw all of the body but their face, the lazy, sprawled out position on the bed, the one hand they hadn't used tangled in a mess of long, thick, black curly hair that laid open and out on the bed.

The dress shirt strings were pulled loose to reveal the pale, almost blue chest of the figure, scars, and scratches adorning it.

They wore tight black dress pants as well, only bothering just a bit with the high-heeled boots they wore on the silk sheets as well- but you had better problems to worry about.

Come to me, whe you're restless...

The males voice sung, watching his chest raise and lower with each hum of his hauntingly beautiful voice. You found yourself begging to lean in, hands gripping the beds covers as your eyes slowly began to close before you could see the face. All you remembered before you were met with the black of your eyelids were the cold, dead, glowing eyes that watched you half lidded dreamily, lovesick almost.

You only leaned in a bit, your body freezing that way as you awaited something to happen - not sure what exactly.

Until you felt a cold hand brushing against your bare shoulder, making your breath hitch for a second as he trailed up your neck, pausing their for a second as you felt his claws gently prick against your skin, making you felt like your blood ran cold as ice.

He pulled away a few stray bits of your hair, his hand holding the crook of your neck while you sensed he lifted himself up into a sitted position, face mere inches from yours.

Cause I've got something just for you...

As he sang the words, you could feel his icy breath against your face, his nose brushing against yours.

The anticipation of everything made your heartbeat quicken, breathing had stopped minutes ago as her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, waiting for something to happen blindly as your eyes were still closed, refusing to open to mater how hard you tried.

Just for you.

As he screamed the words, you could feel the ends of his lips brush against yours, sharing the same sharp breath you did in that moment... Until your eyes shot open.

You bolted upright immediately in your bed, sweat pooling from your forehead and down your face, as you clutched her pajama shirt terrified.

Head snapping all around the room - your room, the one you remembered actually staying in, and the real room you had moved into. No candles, cobweb, weird door - no music - nothing. Just your sharp inhales and shaky exhales filled the dark room.

Your throat ached and head was in agony, theobbing back running g from your head to your stomach, making you groan as a hand found its way to your forehead, rubbing it tiredly.

Nightmare. That's all it was. It was a very vivid, horrible nightmare.

It felt so real, but then again, you had rare nightmares in your adulthood, so it could just be something new to you all over again- that's all you could think, nothing else made sense.

Blinking away the fear - and thankfully, your clear vision once more - you realized you were safe, in the safety of your bed, and daytime would be nearing soon enough.

You fixed the shirt you had worn back onto your shoulder - seemingly must have fallen whilst hour tossing and turning.

Would you get good sleep? He'll no, we're you tired? Most deifinetly. The con of such a weird dream was that you were exhausted, rubbing your eyes and hoping the pounding headache would dull enough for you to lay down finally.

You went to lick your dry lips nervously, fixing the sweaty hair on your temples and neck and pulling them back to let some cool air relieve the horrible heat - but you stopped.

Your tongue was met with small metallic taste, only just a bit, but enough to cause concern. You quickly press two fingers to your bottom lip, pulling back to see a small smudge of crimson blood, making your brows furrow in confusion.

You chalked it up to dry air- you were hot at the moment, so it could simply be cracked lips- that's at least what you had to assume and repeat to yourself so you wouldn't begin pancking again, not when you were so close to a sweet slumber.

You just repeated the affirmations as you slowly pressed your head to the pillow, feeling your head sink into the softness, and your boy relaxing one final time, breathing slowing as you just repeated every worry in your mind until your brain slowed. Sleep finally releasing you from your fears.

And yet, as you slipped away back into unconsciousness, you almost felt like you could still hear that music, far off and fading out like an outdoor to a song- so faint you could barely register it, before you had fallen asleep...

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[ghostingvelvet]

Robin Buckley

Request: None

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem! reader

Warnings: None pure fluff

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-Yn POV

     Robin Buckley. She's had my heart since the beginning. Ever since I first saw her I was putty in her hands, but can you blame me? Her gorgeous short brown hair and her blue eyes that I get lost in so effortlessly. Also not to mention her personality, she's sweet, kind, funny, smart and so many other things. Sometimes I think I'm dreaming, how could someone so incredibly gorgeous and sweet end up in a relationship with someone like me? It's a mystery to all even Steve, Robin's best friend. He's told me himself that I don't seem like her type, which made me feel even more self conscious about our relationship. I love her with all my heart but sometimes it feels like she doesn't feel the same...

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-2nd person POV

    You were waiting for your girlfriend to be done with work. You were sitting on the counter talking to her and such. You're having your normal conversations with a little flirting here and there. You two were enjoying yourselves when a guy walked in and asked for assistance. He was about your age and had short blonde hair, he was wearing a uniform that you recognized as your school's basketball uniform. Jason Carver. God you hated him. You could also see his girlfriend, Chrissy Cunningham. She was a good friend of yours, you've been friends since you were 10 (you're currently 18). You wave at Chrissy and she walks over to you while Jason goes with Robin to find a movie

     "Hey Y/n what are you doing here?" You get down from the counter as to be the same height as the blonde in front of you. "I'm waiting for Robin to finish her shift, when she's done we're gonna go back to her place and have a movie night" Chrissy smiles at you with her usual peppy smile. "That sounds fun, I hope you enjoy yourself" you smile back at her with your usual smile when you're around her. "Thanks, what are you and Jason doing tonight?" she looks over at her boyfriend for a second then turns her attention back to you. "We're gonna be going to lovers lake for a picnic" "That sounds fun" I see her smile slightly then shrug. You laugh a little at her and she laughs with you.

     You hear Robin come back over and see Jason put his arm around Chrissy's waist. You walk behind the counter with Robin and lay your forehead on her shoulder as she's checking out the movie for Jason. After Jason and Chrissy left Robin turns around and puts her arms around your waist. "Tired?" she cups your face in one of cheeks in her hand. I lean into her touch and nod slightly. "Can we go back to your house yet?" she chuckled a little and kissed your forehead. "Not yet I still have 30 minutes" you groan at the thought of having to be at the store for another 30 minutes.

*Time skip*

     Once you got back to Robin's house you two get all the snacks you need, you get the movies ready, then you both finally sit down for your long awaited movie night. You snuggle into Robin's side as she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You're wearing soft pj pants that Robin got you for your birthday and a plain white t-shirt while Robin's wearing your favorite sweater of hers and some pj shorts. It was absolutely perfect your favorite movies, snacks, and most importantly your favorite person. You couldn't imagine a better night.

     Halfway through the first movie Robin looks over at you to see you asleep with your head on her shoulder. She smiles at this and can only think about is how cute you look. She kisses your forehead then picks you up bridal style and starts bringing you to her bedroom. You wake up a little and you look up at her. "Robin what are you doing?" she looks down at you and smiles at your tired state. "Bringing you to bed, go back to sleep." she kisses your forehead once again.

     Once you two make it to Robin's room she lays you in the bed then gets in next to you. You bury your face into her chest and wraps your arms around her torso. Robin pulls you in and wraps her arms around your waist.

"I love you Yn"

"I love you too Robin, goodnight"

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A/n: This is my first story so I hope you like and if you want to make a request go ahead I would be more than happy to try and make it!

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[slytherinqueen123]

fight club.

-y/n's pov-

"no, no, no. don't you three go get in a fight, it's really isn't a big deal at all." i rush forwards, blocking the door.

draco sneers at me. "move, y/n."

"no!" i exclaim, throwing my arms out so that no one can barge past. "you're not going out there to defend my honour when i don't have an honour to be defended. she just called me a slut. it's not like she threatened to fight me!"

blaise swallows hard and nods. i raise an eyebrow at malfoy and he gives a relatively similar reaction to blaise. the only one who hasn't said anything is theo.

"mattheo? do you understand?" i say coolly. he sighs, rolls his eyes and moves to sit on a chair. the other two follow. "thank you." i add, sitting down across from pansy, who's been watching the whole ordeal.

"hey, when did snape say we had to be-" i'm cut off by scuffling as the boys all get up and run out the door. "HEY! WAI-" i dash after them. theo stops at the door and leans back in.

"you promised!" i whine.

"yeah. i promised to protect you. love you, princess." he winks at me and sprints after the boys.

i flop back down on the couch near pansy, and give her a look.

"you know what's gonna happen? they're gonna get mad and agree to some stupid fight club. then i'm gonna have to shake my ass at somebody to get them out." i roll my eyes.

"thats why we love you, honey." she jokes. i roll my eyes at her. bitch.

“please, like i don’t fucking know it. you wanna take a guess at how many times a day i get called an attention seeking whore? i have to hide all that from them or every boy in this damn school will have his eyes gouged out if he so much as looks in my direction.” i huff. pansy nods along, sipping a coffee and twirling her hair. she seems like she has all the time in the world for my trauma dumping, so i keep going.

“like, i love them, i really do. we’ve been friends since god knows when, and they’re like my brothers. i just wish they were more… gentle and less fight me, yknow?”

parkinson is still zoned out, absently mindedly bobbing her head every few seconds. i sigh.

“see ya pansy.” i get up and go to my dorm, faintly hearing a, “yeah, bye.”, echoing up the stairs behind me.

• • •

-mattheo’s perspective-

“WHAT?” i roar, backing parkinson up into the corner. “she said WHAT?”

blaise tugs at my collar, slightly pulling me back. pansy cowers in the corner. “i don’t know, that’s just what she told me. she said you guys would kill everyone. i’m sorry, i don’t know more.” she whispers, the joy of being involved with our drama fading away and she watches out faces darken.

“can i go now?” she mumbles, not making eye contact. i step aside and she runs out the common room door.

“fucking snake.” blaise hisses. i turn. “what?” i ask, still turning over the possibility of going out right now and grabbing any guy who i’m suspicious of and demanding answers. “she’s a snake. a sly little one, too.”

draco looks confused, and i doubt i look any better. “why? why is she a snake?”

blaise sighs. “because, y/n would’ve told her all that to get it off her chest, and pansy’s reaction is to come and spread around everything she said? that’s a bitchy move, especially since y/n wouldn’t have been thinking about pansy doing that.”

i raise an eyebrow. “oh, she’s just doing it for attention. the latest drama of y/n y/l/n will make her the most popular witch in slytherin for a hot minute. that’s all she wants.”

malfoy is still looking dumbfounded. “huh?” blaise and i share a look.

“ugh, never mind. maybe you’d understand if you where less blonde.”

• • •

“good godric guys, you could’ve knocked!” y/n huffs, rolling her eyes at us and pegging a book.

“y/n, we need to talk.”

“about you barging into my personal quarters? yeah, we do need to talk about th-”

“not about that. y/n, this is serious. we need to talk.”

her face pales a bit, and she starts aggressively rubbing blush on her cheeks. “oh? what do we need to talk about?” she says, her voice high and pitchy.

blaise gives me a look and steps forward. “y/n, please stop. we know.” she keeps on pushing the brush over her face, even though there’s no product left on it.

“what do you know? why do you think you know something? what do you know?” she says coolly.

“y/n, quit playin-” i start. blaise puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back. he goes over to y/n and turns her to face him.

“hey.” he says softly. she refuses to meet his eyes. “hi.”

he lets the brush from her fingers and puts it gingerly on the counter. “y/n, are you ok?”

we watch as her eyes dart everywhere but looking at blaise. he grabs her chin slightly and pulls her gaze back to him. raising an eyebrow, he silently asks her the question again.

“yes.”

a small smile creeps onto his face. “good. now, i want you to listen to me, ok.” she nods. “if any poor excuse of a wizard says any of those things to you again, i will personally kick escort them to hell. and if they deserve it, i will let mattheo beat their asses. and malfoy changed them. ok?” the smile is gone.

“yes.”

i sit myself on the foot of the bed, malfoy following. we stare at the scene playing out in front of us. best man, drug lord, chronic fight starter and nose crusher blaise zabini talking oh-so softly to miss independent, don’t take no bull, kick your ass on the way to a show y/n.

what has our world come to.

• • •

queen note - i know this one finished kinda abruptly, but i really needed something to post, so i might come back an edit it later. love yous 😘

#daisy duke #draco lucius malfoy #mattheo riddle #blaise zabini #boys #fight club #yn fanfic #hp fanfic #hp femslash

[itsmm4hiii]

Designing Fate - T. Mitsuya

Synopsis: Majority of students join school clubs whether a sport or a something else that is their passion. Both Y/n and Mitsuya are in the same boat, stuck around bothersome teenage girls as they share a table in textiles.

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya X Female Y/n

‘A guy?’ 

A small nod among others, their faces glued to one another. Snapping back and forth perfectly like the evil step sisters they portrayed. Between the five of them gossiping about little things, they used mostly their hands to hide the spiteful things that blurted out of their mouths like some sort of disease. 

‘Yeah, that’s what the class roll said when the president looked over it. Thirteen girls, one boy.’ 

‘One boy?! Jeez he won’t be the looker, any guy who isn’t doing a sport is laughable.’ 

A small smile perked on your lips, yet they wouldn’t know. The overhanging shadow fallen from your hooding hid every single facial feature except for the white string that fell either side of your face from your headphones. The soft buzz of the beat you knew blew against the stale atmosphere. 

‘Alright everyone!’ you heard the club president shout, 

You followed the rest of the herd, until your shoulders brushed. Your eyes snapped in confusion yet met with ones that look too relaxed to do anything of the sorts maliciously. His hands were thrown in the pockets of his sweater. He stopped and followed behind you, as you entered the classroom. Majority of the desks were shoved together by groups of friends. 

You found the first desk away from anyone, your feet laid upon the desk as you heard the buttons of his jacket hit the edge of the stool as he took a seat beside you. The regular murmur of females giggles and gossip filled the air as they slowly began on whatever little project caught their attention in the first second of even being in class. 

Your eyes flickered back to him, from his back he pulled out a jacket that you hadn’t particularly seen before yet only knew the symbol. The fabric was mostly shredded apart from the writing that ran down the sides and on the front breast of it. 

‘Tokyo manji?’ you muttered quietly, 

You hadn’t faced a member before, yet your brother's fan cries about the juvenile gangs in the area and how they were so subpar from actual yakuzas. He only knew them because he was a yakuza member. His eyes lit up as they snapped towards you, your head leant towards the sky as the hood fell off your head before you stared down once again at the jacket. 

‘Yeah how did you know?’ you heard him question, 

You smirked softly, ‘my brothers a higher up in an actual yakuza,’ 

‘Actual?’ he grumbled, 

His eyebrows raised, a smirk jerked upon his face as you could see some of his ego was chopped down. You didn’t mean it on purpose as you stared at him with a smile, 

‘I mean he isn’t a boy riding around his mates.’ 

You heard his soft chuckle, strung between a man’s ego being knocked off its pedestal and actually finding it funny. He scratched his neck, you slowly held the fabric so it would bulge as it went through the sewing machine. Your eyes snapped, the faces of horrid little witches giggling as their heads snapped back to the front where they should have been originally. 

‘There’s a meet up tonight,’ he paused, ‘How about you-’ 

You grimmed and placed your hoodie upon your head, covering your face once again, ‘So not even one lesson in and you already invited me on a date.’ 

He chuckled and nodded, 

‘Well sure, prove me wrong.’ you chuckled, 

Your arms wrapped around yourself, the jumper was beginning to grow thin as the wind snapped passed. The large mountain of bikes lined in a row made you think you were in the right place. You watched footmen walk up the stairs of an old temple. The thud was the first thing you heard before you felt it. It impressed upon your shoulders as a gasp of a breath escaped your lips. 

The black jacket laid upon your shoulders, your eyes turned towards the owner of the jacket. He had a peculiar soft smile upon his face. 

‘Thought you were a smart girl, it’s winter and it gets cold.’

Your eyes rolled, as his hands dropped from your shoulders and slacked into his pockets. Your eyes darted to the other men, in your arm closest to him you link arms the other trailing to your side. You walked up the steps and to find the crowd of men, they were laughing and playing with one another. 

You rolled your eyes and kept glued to his side, his friends eyes popping wide made you smile. His hand pulled your hoodie off and you returned to favor with a glare. You met many of his friends especially his team yet you stayed glued to him the entire time the furthest you went was an arms length and that was to get a drink. 

‘Thanks for tonight, Mitsuya.’ 

You smiled, pulling his jacket off your shoulders, folding it in your hands as you stood before your door. You handed it back to him, He chucked it over his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him as you gave him a small hug. 

The familiar click of the door made you nervous, you watched his eyes grow wide and his grip on you go cold. Your eyes snapped back towards the door. Your brother stood there, a hand still upon the door knob as his face rested in anger. 

‘Y/n, in.’ he grumbled, you were pulled by your hood into the door. You stood just in front of your father, seeing an almost shocked look on Mitsuya as you walked away. 

You heard mutters of a conversation, yet nothing that you could honestly put your finger on or make out in words. Except, for Mitsuya saying yes sir like a broken record. You felt bad, you should have told him that your father was hard towards boys but you knew you would have to apologize to him tomorrow in the textiles club.

#mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers #yn fanfic

[msookyspooky]

Based on a really kinky dream I had that's been in my drafts forever 😗😳

TW:

Randy x Stu x CisFem!Reader • Smut!🔞 • Underage Drinking • Slight CNC/Reader and Randy being Persuaded by Stu • Vaginal Penetration • Cunningilus • Slight Degradation • Slight Humiliation • Praise• Threesome • Dirty Talk • Stu being an Ass • Scream and Set Up AU

Wordcount: 6,353

Camping Trip

It was the following Summer after…That happened…The catalyst that screwed up the entire town and everyone part of it. The Woodsboro Murders. You were out of town that weekend because your parents made you go with them; absolutely forbidding you from attending Stu's party while a killer was on the loose…You were glad but also a small part of you felt guilty. Like maybe if you were there; you could have saved your friends.

Randy said he was shot in the chest by someone but he said his memory was a blur. He thought it was Billy, almost swore it was but all evidence said it wasn't and he ended up saying he wasn't sure after evidence said Billy was innocent…All Randy knows is that Billy and Stu claimed Neil was behind it all but he saw Billy with a knife coming towards him right when EMTs and police rushed in. Billy swore he was just heavily wounded, holding the knife for his own safety and just checking on Randy to see if he was alive. Dropping it and wobbling on his feet; begging police to save his girlfriend Sidney. Randy said he remembered Billy wailing when police told him Sidney was dead…Almost too dramatically. Whatever he meant by that? And Dewey didn't remember anything after Neil in a costume stabbed him in the back…Just that Gale Weathers was shot in the head on the porch next to him and they must have assumed Dewey was dead.

But Neil Prescott, Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Gale Weathers and Kenny the Cameraman were tragically murdered that night. You weren't there and two of the survivors had foggy memories and the other two, Billy and Stu, swore it was Neil getting revenge over his wife's death. Killing his own daughter as a murder suicide before trying to kill her boyfriend for his Dad sleeping with Maureen Prescott and all of Sidney's friends in some insane rampage.

You have to admit, it was so odd and made no sense but who were you to argue with two friends that lost both their girlfriends and were nearly stabbed to death? You weren't there but the imprint it left on everyone in Woodsboro was beyond present.

It was early August. You all graduated a few months ago and now everyone was off to college. Randy was going to study film at Windsor College in Ohio. Billy and Stu were going to the East Coast…And you…Had no idea where you were going; if you were even going at all. All you knew was your already slashed friend group was falling apart and you couldn't stomach it.

"Hey…YN?"

You blinked, looking over to see Randy in the passenger seat while Stu sneaked some liquor from his parents house and you sat in the backseat.

"You still here? You look like you're a million miles away."

You gave a slight smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"...You sure?" He tentatively asked.

You forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm cool. Really…Just-" You stretched with a groan. "Ready to go have fun in the woods I guess."

Randy smirked slightly. "Yeah because we just survived Halloween last year; let's go try to survive Friday the 13th next."

You sighed and leaned your head back on the seat. "Yeah…I still can't believe it happened. It's a shame Billy couldn't come with us."

"Not really…" Randy muttered.

You sat up in your seat, looking over at him. "Uh…Why?"

Randy looked towards Stu's front door to make sure you both were alone before looking at you and whispering. "I just…I know what Stu and Billy said but I swear, YN…Billy shot me and was coming over with the knife to finish the job." You went to chuckle, unsure what to say but Randy hissed out. "I'm serious!" Your smile dropped as he continued. "I mean, yes things are blurry for me after being shot and Dewey remembers fuck all nothing but…Something just isn't right! I know Billy is guilty."

You leaned over, risking touching Randy's hand and his gaze softened. Tatum swore you both would end up together telling you 'You could do so much better than a film geek who's foreplay is listing off the top nude scenes in cinema history.'...You disagreed but you were too chicken to just come right out and ask him especially after you knew how much he liked Sidney and now she was gone. The second he told you he got accepted into Windsor this early Summer; you backed off the idea completely.

"Then why not come out-"

Randy hissed out. "Yeah, and have Billy murder me next? I just come up mysterious offing myself off a bridge with a stab wound in my chest police are gonna ignore and say was self inflicted? I don't think so!"

"Randy, I know how you felt about Sidney but…It's been a year. We have to just accept that Neil did it and move on."

Randy gave you an exasperated sigh. "I know it seems like I'm not coping but you don't find it odd that both Stu and Billy were stabbed multiple times in the side? I mean, what type of plot armor is that? And why would Neil kill himself and his daughter at a party with other innocent teens if his motive really was him going crazy with grief?"

You opened your mouth then closed it…Not really sure of the answer yourself.

"I suspected Stu because he was such a lapdog to Billy. Still is…But I can't shake the feeling Billy Loomis is lying and Stu is covering for him. I mean, the dramatic way he was sobbing and screaming-"

"He just lost his girlfriend, Randy."

"Yeah but this was excessive it just…What motive sounds better? Teen boy riddled with angst, angry at his girlfriend not sleeping with him but her Mom slept with his Dad and probably was why his Mom split a few years ago and he's damaged from it beyond repair… Or an old man still upset at his wife's murder that could have just killed him and his daughter anytime at home suddenly going missing and just so happens to reappear to kill a bunch of teens for no reason at a party?"

You frowned. "...Billy's a good guy under it all, Randy. Why would he kill his friends and girlfriend?"

Randy shrugged. "How do we know Stu wasn't in on it?"

You scrunched your face. "What?"

"YN, Casey was Stu's ex and Tatum was Stu's girlfriend and it was at Stu's house and any kills related to Billy would make sense since they're best friends-"

"Randy." You sighed out, patting his hand. "Neil had evidence on the phone records…I don't understand it either but we gotta just accept it and move on."

Randy huffed but glanced at you patting his hand, his glare softening. "Yeah well, if you ask me I think it's a criminal getting away with murder."

"What is?" Stu chimed in, opening the door quickly.

Randy faltered before muttering. "Uh…O.J. Simpson case 2 years ago."

Stu chuckled. "Yeah that was crazy, had me hooked! Came home and watched it every single day." He glanced at your hand on Randy's and smirked. "Whatchya kids doing?…Getting cozy?"

You and Randy jerked your hands away as Randy faintly blushed, turning in his seat and mumbled. "Stu, did you get everything?"

"Yep. Got some fireball and mad dog."

Randy raised a brow. " I expected some fancy chardonnay or scotch."

Stu grinned. "Nah, these are my sister Leslie's…She's knocked up, what she don't know won't hurt her." He started the car.

"Yeah till all her liquor is missing after the baby arrives." You mused.

Stu backed up and smiled. "Nah man, she loves me. I'm the best lil bro ever."

You scoff with a smirk. "I highly fucking doubt that."

"Tskk. Girl, you're lucky it's our going away bash." Stu tsked out with a mock glare before he snickered. You frowned a little as you all drove.

It was near dark when you all finally settled in.

A small set of woods next to a creek with a small bonfire Stu started. He just had to carry a large log and groan loudly while dropping it, flexing his biceps on purpose while grinning at you…It wasn't that you weren't attracted to Stu you just knew how he was. He was hard to say no to but you also knew how much he tried cheating on Tatum. He's a damn dog and you didn't take him too seriously with his flirting.

Randy gave him an annoyed look. "Hey Arnold, how about you get small pieces that actually burn?"

Stu rolled his eyes but took the mad dog bottle with him. "Whatever. I guess the man's gotta do all the work while you girls sit at the fire…Be right back…Don't do any fooling around without me-" Stu winked before walking in the dark.

You and Randy both rolled your eyes as you bashfully chuckled. "G-God he's dumb sometimes."

Randy took a swig of the fireball and chuckled nervously. "No totally is…Like, a moron…"

You both sat at the small fire in silence as you hugged your legs. Randy noticed you shiver. "You cold? Here…Don't say I'm not chivalrous." He put his jacket over you as you smiled softly at him and thanked him.

You both sat in silence a moment longer, listening to the fire crackle before you told him. "So…Windsor."

"Yeah, it's far but it's got the best curriculum and all that…It's really far....Away from Woodsboro bullshit...Gonna be weird being so far away."

You frowned and stared at the fire before mumbling. "I'll miss you, ya know…"

Randy looked taken aback, quietly asking you. "...You will?"

You chug the fireball with a grunt and cough a bit before handing it back to him. "Of course I will. No more movie nights, no more cruising late at night, no more spending time together goofing off…I'm gonna miss your annoying ass, Randy."

"Yeah, you're way more annoying than me." Randy blushed a bit and smiled down at his feet. "Well…God, YN. I'm gonna miss you too, ya know. I just was scared it'd be too embarrassing to say it first…I really…Ya know…I like-"

You looked at him and smiled. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you, YN."

"I mean…REALLY like me?"

Randy got flustered, looking down and stumbling over his words. "I mean y-yeah but y-you know…It's not…I do really like you you're pretty and…Not that t-that's the only thing but-"

You felt the fireball whiskey you've all been sharing taking effect. Honestly, your throat burned from it and you weren't as cold. And…You might never see Randy again. You liked him even if he wasn't as conventional attractive as Billy or as smooth as Stu; you liked him. Maybe you were just being a hopeless romantic horny teen or or maybe you were just panicking over him leaving or maybe it was genuine but all you knew was that…If you didn't act now, it would never happen. Even if Randy went to the opposite end of the country and met a bunch of college girls and forgot about you…It was still something your tipsy mind felt inclined to do.

I smiled at him while he rambled. "Randy?"

He hummed in his throat with that bashful look on his face you were starting to enjoy.

"...Stop talking and kiss me." You softly told him with a smile.

"O-Oh?....Oohh." He smiled a goofy grin with a red face, his fair skin no match for the way you were flustering him. Honestly, your cheeks felt warm too and you weren't sure if that's the alcohol or your nerves talking.

You both slowly leaned forward and kissed. It was feather light and chaste before you both smiled and did it again a bit longer this time and before you knew it…He scooted closer to you and ran his hands up and down your shoulder through his jacket while your lips moved together. You hummed into the kiss as you just…God, what were you doing? You gently pulled him down by his shirt collar as he moaned softly against your mouth. Before your lips moved together a few minutes and…You soon groaned lightly as you felt his tongue tentatively run across your lips before you met his tongue as well…Both of you making out in the woods next to a bonfire…It wasn't unheard of or anything. You both were 19 and you both clearly had feelings for each other or at least attraction …You felt like you should stop and think but you couldn't. Your body was warm and tingly, Randy was moaning and moving his lips so slow and tentative across your mouth, his tongue was shyly exploring you…You can tell he didn't kiss like this often but you didn't care either. If anything? It made you want to keep going. To let this be a fun first of many things before he left.

You experimentally rubbed your tongue in firm circles against his and he groaned softly. His tongue is getting more erratic. Not rough but less controlled as his hands started trailing up your leg. You bit his lip slightly and he sounded out your name. Just hearing that made you heat up…God, it's like you couldn't control yourself! You weren't drunk but the tiny bit of liquid courage and hormonal lust and the romanticism of being in the woods next to a crackling fire and knowing he was leaving for god knows how long. You gripped his hair and kissed him more passionately with a louder moan against his mouth. Both of you made out as he ran his hand up to your thigh and you just…Instinctively opened your thighs. God you just had to wear something that showed this much skin. His hand eagerly yet nervously up and down your thigh gripping and rubbing while trailing to your hips as you massaged your tongue with his.

Then he did something that made you whine in your throat. Roughly massaging your hips and biting your lip. He quickly stopped pulling away with concern. "Shit…Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry-" He breathlessly huffed out.

You furiously shook your head and dragged him back to your mouth. "No, do it again-" Both of your tongues meeting once more as your thigh hitches around his hip to pull him closer. This was getting out of control. This was so sudden and crazy and you were almost scared what this would do to your friendship but then you remembered all 3 of them Billy, Stu and Randy leave in a week or less and those cares go out the window. Hell, you might leave Woodsboro and they might never come back and you might never seen them again.

You trusted Randy, you felt safe with Randy, you felt…Damn turned on with how his thumb was subconsciously caressing your pelvic bone.

"Randy." You pant out as he just kept kissing you rougher than before. Like you turned him on as much as he turned you on. Like he was glued at the hip to you and couldn't possibly escape. You lightly pushed him up to talk. His eyes searched to make sure you were enjoying this as he sweetly stopped the second you asked…Oh…Oh you knew. He was it. If it was happening, it was happening right fucking now and you just had to act on it before you chickened out. "Randy…I want to."

Randy raised a brow blinking repeatedly as if he hadn't heard you right as he stammered. "W-What? Want??..."

" Randy…Sex." Your face warmed as you smiled at him. "You don't have to."

He hesitated. "I know I'm being a dork but why?"

You sheepishly smirked and stumbled out. "W-Well...Listen, we both like each other. We both feel good right now and Stu hasn't came back in minutes doing god knows what and hopefully he gives us privacy. And…I might not see you for a long while."

Randy couldn't get any redder but his eyes hooded a bit while he swallowed. "Are…Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Hurry before he does come back. There's no one I trust like you and this is perfect right now." You admitted with a shy smile.

You saw Randy look at you fondly. The look in itself made you feel butterflies as he went back to kissing you. Getting more adventurous as his one hand squeezed your thigh and the other played with your chest through your shirt. You grunted and quickly started getting rid of any fabric on your lower body as Randy's hands shook undoing his belt and zipper. Both of you excited and nervous and just eager to do something like this.

"Are you positive? Are you drunk or-"

You cupped his face. "I'm not any more tipsy than you are. Don't hesitate on my part...Do you want this?"

He eagerly nodded with a groan as he nervously positioned himself near your entrance. You were wet enough for him to slide in if he pushed. He kept his tip there and groaned out. "I'm asking...Because I never thought in a million years a girl like you would do this with me."

"Randy, put it in." You encouraged him with a bite of your lip. You hummed in your throat as you felt him push in. He wasn't long or too girthy. In fact, he felt slightly bigger than if a few fingers were in you…But for how nervous you both were and how quick this had to be? It was the perfect size. He hesitantly moved in you and groaned while you huffed a bit. You nodded your head when he looked at you and he did it again. And again. His hips slowly found a rhythm as he seemed to curve into your g spot every so often. You softly whined as you reached up to kiss him. Feeling heat all over and those feel good tingling sensation shoot from your g spot deep into your core with those certain strokes.

"Up a bit. Angle your hips upward." You instructed with a smile and bite of your lip.

"Like this?" Randy's eyes were hooded as his mouth parted. He angled his hips to roll up and you moaned a bit.

"Just like that…Just like that, Randy…Oh." You softly moaned as you felt yourself get more turned on with each stroke. "Faster…" You became painfully aware after a few moments that Stu could come back and you both could be interrupted. "Yes, Randy…Yes." You softly sighed out as he picked up the pace and you moaned a bit. Feeling your hips move with him. His dick rubbing against a very nice spot thanks to him listening to you.

"Oh YN…Oh shit, YN…You feel so good." Randy whimpered out a bit as you could tell he was getting close.

You kissed him and in between kisses. "Not yet…Please I'm close not yet-" You whined as you tried focusing on the pleasure of it all. Being with Randy like this, the memory of it going to seal into your brain forever at how close your feeling to him and how good he was making you feel even for a first time and even if you didn't cum.

Another few moments went by and you swore you were on the edge as Randy looked like he was really trying to hold out for you…All before you heard a whistle.

You both froze, stopped moving completely. Stu's annoying voice ringing out. "No fucking way! God damn, I leave for 10 minutes and you're both fucking in the woods?! YN…Damn girl, I didn't know you got down like that and with Ray?" Stu laughed out while sticking out his tongue.

Randy pulled out so quick it was almost painful as he covered himself and you tried shoving your legs together as Stu walked closer.

Randy was so red faced with a glare as he breathlessly snapped. "You were probably fucking watching us and just waiting to ruin it, perv!"

Stu chuckled but kept walking closer. "Maybe…It was kind of hot…Well, YN was…" You quickly tried to get your clothes over your wet and throbbing between your legs with how close you were to cumming before Stu squatted down and whispered to you. "Hey, babygirl. Shhh…Calm down…You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He smiled at you.

You felt mortified. You were started to wonder if Stu was a fucking sadist with how much joy he got in spoiling these sort of things. He couldn't wait 2 more minutes, if that?!

Stu touched your knee and Randy protectively shoved it away. "Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Relax!" Stu drew out. "Relax baby…You look like you had fun…Do you feel good?" Stu gently pushed your chin up with his hand and you felt your head spinning.

Stu smiled down at you and your eyes couldn't help seeing the bulge in his jeans. A big ass fucking bulge. Your mouth dried and you screamed at yourself this was wrong to Randy and this was fucked up and this was all going too far but Stu gently pushed your chin up to look at him. "You're beautiful, baby…Had me so damn hard watching you.... Did Randy make your pussy feel good, honey?" He cooed softly.

You couldn't even answer that! The way Stu was looking at you and his voice dripping those words…His frame and his tent in his pants. This was nuts…Oh god this was nuts but fuck you were losing what little resolve you had.

Randy shoved him as Stu fell back on his ass with a grin. "Hey! Enough!" Randy snapped out.

Stu smirked at you as he leaned back. His bulge looked even bigger as you saw his muscles in his arms and that flirty grin on his face. He stuck out his long thick tongue jokingly like he did and your clit jolted on its own. You couldn't deny his appeal or charming words while he was looking at you.

"Is it enough, Ray?...I don't think it is." He crawled towards you and your chest heaved up and down with every eager breath. "I think…She is very, very unsatisfied. I think she needs a little more…Don't you baby?" He crawled over to you and before Randy could react. He kissed you.

Stu was so passionate and eager compared to Randy. His tongue demanded to go in your mouth as he gripped your head and ran firm but slow movements along your teeth and tongue all before sucking on your tongue a bit. He released you, teeth grazing your lower lip with a chuckle as you were in a daze looking at him.

Randy went to fight or flight, you weren't sure which before Stu held up a hand. "Now hold on here, man! Why don't we all have fun? It's just us three in the woods. We're all going to separate college's. You didn't shoot your load…She's hot and bothered...I'm horny myself…Why not?"

Stu gazed at you lustfully and you felt down right out submissive and shy in the best way with him. It was like night and day between him and Randy but you were so turned on and tipsy and Stu was making good points.

You knew it wasn't a good idea…But fuck it.

"...Okay."

Randy's eyes widened at you. "Okay!?" He seemed hurt.

"Only if you're okay with it, Randy!" You quickly saved, looking up at him. "Stu's right, we're all going to college soon at least you both are. And so far away and we're all kind of turned on and it's…It's whatever you want."

Randy seemed completely torn and you couldn't blame him. You were too.

Stu sighed. "Come on, man! Look, it's a one time thing and even though most girls can't get enough of me once I lay down the pipe-" He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure she'll probably meet you on break every semester to tickle your gerkin, alright? I ain't stealing her or nothin and it'll be fun…Actually never had a threesome before."

Randy still seemed conflicted till Stu just put his hand in between your legs. You yelped in surprise before he started rubbing the softest circles right above your clit on the hood. It made it feel good but ache for more at the same time as you just couldn't contain the tiny moan that came out as he whispered in your ear. "That's a good girl…You like that, don't you?"

He looked at Randy while he still played with you. His thick long fingers sliding down both lips on either side; up and down. Getting the blood flow circulating as you just naturally opened your legs with a soft groan. Your pussy on full display to Randy as he gulped and stared.

"See? You really wanna leave her like this? She's so damn willing and ready, man. Don't you wanna take turns getting dirty in the woods with such a dirty little girl we got here?" He teased you as he kissed your neck and his fingers rubbed over your clit. You moaned louder with your head falling back as Stu's fingers rubbed rougher than you liked but with how turned on you were it just felt good.

Before you knew it, Stu put both hands on your thighs and slowly pushed them open. "Easy, baby, Easy, easy…Let me show you a good time, babe." He whispered to you as you saw Randy watch with a bite of his lip.

You nodded as you let Stu separate your thighs and being the sadist he was. He just stared at your pussy for as long as it made you self conscious…All before taking his fingers and barely touching your clit with the back of them. Tilting his head and smirking as you squirmed a bit.

"Someone's a little eager slut tonight."

"Stu just!-...Do something!" You groaned out in annoyance. This was already surreal and he was making you have second thoughts teasing like this.

"Alright, alright…She's a bossy slut too." He mocked while unzipping himself. Your eyes bulged at how big he was. He was 6'4 and lean so it shouldn't be a shock but compared to Randy? It made you a bit nervous. He smiled at you. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it fit…You'll be so sloppy wet for me. It'll slide right in that hot little pussy like butter, babygirl."

You felt heat in your core at how he looked at you and talked to you. Jesus Christ.

He laughed. "Damn, Randy! She's bone dry-" Stu spit right on your pussy. "You suck, man."

You went to roll your eyes and argue he was full of shit and Randy had you wet. Not dripping but wet…But everything died in your throat when you felt a hot wet tongue swipe that spit over your inner lips. You couldn't help gasping loudly. Stu just did what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted with such vulgar passion. He didn't hesitate anything as he just dove right into eating you out.

You cried out louder than you intended as his tongue started lapping slowly but firm over your aching clit. Rolling that long hot tongue over and over. The whimpers and moans just spilled out of you as Stu eagerly licked your pussy. His tongue was just as flexible as it was long as he made all kinds of wet noises with his mouth as he licked and sucked at your clit. Sucking while doing fast licking motions had your hips bucking a bit.

You were in your own world right now. You didn't know anything but how Stu was making you feel with how eager he was.

You spared a glance at Randy to see him roughly palming himself through his pants with a bite of his lip. Just that sight turned you on beyond repair. All of this did! In fact, you were shocked how quickly you came. It took half the amount of time it did for you normally as you cried out and grabbed Stu's head. Your hips bouncing against him involuntarily before just laying there spasming. You tried squirming away as Stu smirked against your folds, continuing his assault on your sensitive clit even after the orgasm.

"Stu! S-Shit, noooo-oooohh." You moaned out even if that 'no' didn't have as much force as it should have.

"Hey, she's done." Randy told Stu with a glare. Clearly both jealous and bitter yet turned on at the same time.

Stu rolled his eyes and pulled away, purposely wiping your wetness off his chin in front of you. "Finnnee…I got her soaked anyways. Think she's ready to take all this-" He sat up and held the base of his dick. It was at least 7 to 8 inches long and thicker than you thought. You couldn't tell if it was as thick as Randy or slightly more but it was a sight for sure.

Randy looked at you. "YN, you don't have to do this-"

"Man, shut up!" Stu barked out before scoffing. "If she didn't want it, she'd say it…Ain't that right, YN? Come on, Sweetcheeks. I kinda want you to beg for it anyways-" Stu leveled his cockhead at your wet entrance and you quivered a bit. "Go on. Beg."

You were tongue tied before he slid it up between your folds. The wet shlicking noises just as loud as the fire crackling as his tip met your clit and he just rubbed his length up and down between your wet lips.

"Beg for it." He demanded again.

"I-I want it." You forced out with a swallow.

"You can beg better than that, girl. Tell me what a filthy slut you are."

Randy glared at Stu but you were so horny and him talking to you like that was something you didn't know you needed but now you did!

"I'm a slut for it…I want it." You mumbled as Randy's eyes widened.

Stu stared down at you. His gaze dark and his eyes transfixed on you as he tapped his cock in his hand against your clit. "What are you a slut for?"

"For…Wanting you to fuck me in the woods in front of Randy." It sounded so wrong but it just came out.

Stu smirked. "Are you my slut?"

That you faltered on and he barely stuck it in. That tiny little burn no matter how wet you were both annoyed you and made you crazy. It was mildly uncomfortable but made you ache for it.

"Are you…My…Slut?" He demanded.

"God damn it, Stu! Fine! I'm your filthy slut, okay?!" You hissed out eagerly looking down.

Stu giggled a bit and stuck his tongue out. "Man, I just asked for slut but now you're a filthy one? Yeah, you are. You're a filthy girl. A dirty, filthy, slutty girl and you're all mine…And now Ray gets to watch how I fuck my girls pussy."

He slid in faster than he needed to and you openly him. "Stop!"

Stu rolled his eyes but didn't slam back in again. "Yeah, I know I got a lot of manhood to take…Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He barely moved his hips upward and between the stretch and the motion you didn't know whether to cry or moan.

Stu whistled at Randy. "Hey, you just gonna let her be in pain here? Come on, boy wonder. Rub her clit."

You didn't want it to stop but your body was having a hard time getting used to the stretch. You bit your lip and cringed and before you knew it, Randy was on his knees and his hand was between your legs. You sighed as he rubbed tiny firm circles on your clit.

Stu whispered huskily. "Atta girl…Easy easy…Her pussy just took another inch of me on its own. Keep rubbing her, Ray."

Randy retorted as he spread some of your wetness over your clit and moved it around the hardened bud. "I'm shocked you know what a clit is. Figured you hit it like a caveman and split before the girl can even put her panties back on."

Stu grabbed your ankles in his hands and started moving in you. "Man, screw you. You're the fucking virgin…Was…How do you know what a clit is?"

"Anatomy books and uh…Look, the video store gets boring and we got porno's to stock." Randy rubbed those circles on your clit with his long but soft fingers. "How you feeling YN?"

You moaned softly with each trust. "Good. Faster." You closed your eyes and tried to just focus on how thick Stu was, how he filled you up and seemed to touch every nerve, how Randy's fingers felt.

Stu smirked. "You heard her, man. Faster." And before you knew it, Stu let go of your ankles and shoved your knees back instead, putting his full weight on your thighs as he started pumping in and out of you. He wasn't hard but it was a steady, fast and steady rhythm that made your leg shake.

"FUCK!" You cried out, moaning louder as Randy picked up the pace and bit his lip while he watched you.

Stu jerked your shirt and ordered Randy. "Help out a little, man! Undo her bra and play with her tits. I wanna see them bounce a bit. God knows you never felt those before. Probably gonna tweak the nipple like a radio knob." Stu chuckled in between huffs as he thrusted in you.

Randy blushed and shoved your bra up to show your breast. "Bite me." Randy retorted while one hand circled your nipple and the other circled your clit at the same rhythm.

"Jesus Christ, man. Pinch it, pull it, rub it harder. She needs to cum. She's desperate for it."

Randy hesitated before gently pulling one of your nipples while rubbing your clit faster and you felt your head roll back with a moan.

"Yeah man, keep playing with those. She loves it." Stu talked like you weren't a person. Like you were a toy and somehow that turned you on more.

Then, he hit a spot that had you jolt and a wave of hot pleasure course through you. It was past your g spot and near your cervix you couldn't tell if it was behind or below or what but you just knew it was an area you couldn't reach with fingers but the way he positioned you had him hitting that A spot. It should hurt but instead it almost felt like a mini orgasm course through you but not quite. It was...Fucking amazing!

Stu and Randy saw your reaction and gave you a curious look. Stu slowly rolled his hips so he pressed against that spot again and your back arched. Stu got a wicked grin on his face as he started pumping into you there in those deep long strokes. "I think I found a sweet spot, huh Sweetcheeks?"

You moaned high pitched as you felt that heat pooling in you. Randy kept playing with your clit and nipples with a strained turned on expression.

Stu giggled. "I know Randy's probably a cuck on the low but damn girl you're selfish. You aren't gonna offer him a hand or anything?"

The idea of getting Randy off turned you on and honestly felt right with how he was pleasuring you. Everything was ecstasy right now as you tried to hastily undo his pants while Stu kept bouncing your body while thrusting in you. Randy quickly helped you, all of you breathing heavily and moaning or grunting. You grasped Randy and started pumping him quickly. You were so close and so fucking turned on you couldn't imagine going slow. He didn't seem to mind, moaning deeply as he kept massaging your clit and Stu held you down; pounding against that deep spot that felt addictive.

This lasted another few moments before Stu started grunting and going a bit faster. And that's all it took. Him pounding that wonderful spot and your g spot every other thrust while holding you down, Randy rubbing your clit and roughly palming your breast, you jerking Randy off and hearing him moan and whimper. You came undone almost screaming. Stu clamped his hand over your mouth and pounded. "That's right, baby. Cum on my cock! Take this shit, babygirl...Good girl. That's a good girl, cum for me."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he made you ride it out. Your kegel muscles sucking and squeezing on him involuntarily as he dragged himself out of you and quickly started jerking his cock off. It was just seconds before Stu groaned and hot spurts of his cum splashed onto your stomach. He let go of your mouth as Randy stopped moving on your clit. Closing his eyes and whining as you pumped him still.

"Shit…Shit-" Stu laughed out breathlessly. "That was a close call, man…God damn, YN…" He groaned out before looking at Randy with a smile.

Randy hadn't came yet, huffing and trying as you jerked him off.

Stu being the talker he was told you. "Give the man some release. Let him cum on your tits, babe. It's gonna be the only pair he'll ever get."

You nodded, almost smiling at the idea as you saw how desperate Randy was. "It's okay, Randy. Go ahead. I want you to cum...Cum for me, Randy."

Stu chimed in. "See? She gave you the A okay, my guy-"

"Stu, I'd cum faster if you would shut up." Randy grumbled with furrowed eyebrows.

Stu snickered to himself.

You decided to help Randy a bit. Moving your hand up and down his thigh through his jeans while encouraging him. "That's it Randy...That's it, cum for me...You're doing good." It took just a few moments before Randy's body stiffened and a low groan escaped him and he came on you.

You didn't even care. You were exhausted and on cloud nine as you all just stayed there a moment before Stu bent down and licked his own cum off your belly. You just sighed and tried to calm down a bit. Praying he didn't lick between your legs again because a part of you was too sensitive and another part knew you wouldn't be able to say no.

Stu wiped his mouth. "I'll clean mine but I am not cleaning Ray's. That's gay."

You couldn't help chuckling as Randy rolled his eyes and offered you a napkin. He almost went to clean you off but saw your breast and faltered a bit. Sheepishly handing it to you to clean off yourself while he looked away a bit. The realization of post nut clarity hitting him and maybe you? But Stu seemed unashamed as hell.

Stu finally zipped himself up. "So, are we doing this again?"

You cringed. "Stu I don't know this was like a one time thing so...Maybe later? All I know is we are NEVER letting this get out."

"Aw, where's the fun in that?"

Randy coughed and looked away as he mumbled at Stu. "Seriously man, what happens in the woods stays in the woods."

Stu rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You prudes. It was fun! Not my fault Randy was a cuck and YN is a bit of a kinkier girl than what she wants to say-" He got up. "Okay, Imma take a leak. You guys better not do anything without me…AGAIN."

You and Randy both sat there awkwardly smiling and trying to form the words for what happened and what this meant going forward.

Meanwhile, Stu quickly rushed a ways away from the bonfire with a wicked grin on his face. Pulling out his flip phone he just got that had really become smaller than the cellular he and Billy used last year.

He giggled as he typed up Billy's number. Randy just was desperate for female attention especially after they murdered Sid, Stu liked you but he also just liked sex and anyone giving him attention if he was being honest but Billy? He genuinely had a crush on you for years but you never realized it. Stu knew Billy would probably kick his ass but it was worth it.

"Hey Billy boy…Guess what I juusstt diiid…And with who."

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Part Five

18+ only

Tw: SMUT almost the whole chapter, praising, slightly rough spanking, m receiving, angst, age gap

5,400 words

Joel

My body is being caressed, gentle fingers running through the hair on my chest as my eyes flutter open and air deeply fills my lungs. I turn my head to see y/n smiling at me, still topless from last night and wearing nothing but her underwear.

I instantly shift my body on top of hers, emitting a playful giggle from her as I lean down to place a gentle kiss against her lips. "My god, what a sight to wake up to," I say somewhat gruffly.

"Well, good morning to you too, handsome," she chuckles, her hands on my back. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very," I beam, gazing down at her. "And you?"

"Very comfortable, but not very long. It's hard to sleep in someone else's bed, you know?"

"I understand. If you wanted another sleepover tonight, maybe it could be at your place."

Her eyes widen with excitement. "Really? You wanna see me again?"

"I don't ever want to stop seeing you, honey," I chuckle as the tip of my nose grazes hers.

"I'll never get over how perfect you are," y/n beams, her cheeks darkening. "You're a dream."

"No," I say before giving her a quick kiss, "I was made in a lab, remember?"

Y/n giggles as I slide off the bed, going into my closet to fetch a shirt for her. She takes it from my outstretched hands, thanking me as she slides it over her torso.

"Tired of seeing me naked already?" she teases.

I scoff, vigorously shaking my head. "Absolutely not. Just thought you might be more comfortable."

"I am," she giggles. "Thank you."

My eyes flick to my watch, seeing that it's nearly eleven in the morning. "Holy shit, I slept in."

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."

Striding over to y/n who is sat at the edge of my bed, I give her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Baby, you must be starving. Let's have lunch together."

Y/n smiles bashfully. "Where? Here?"

"Anywhere you want."

She shrugs indecisively. "I don't care, Joel. We can eat here."

"I'm not much of a cook, but I'll see what I can do with what I've got."

My hand stretches out for hers, smiling as she happily takes it and leaps off the bed. We walk into my kitchen, my free hand pulling the fridge open to see what's inside. There's a few chicken breasts that need to be cooked, and I nod to myself as I pull them out, reaching in for the marinade as well.

"Want me to grill some chicken?" I ask her.

"That sounds amazing," she kisses my cheek. "I think you'd look sexy manning the grill."

"Yeah?" I raise a brow as I smirk. "Too bad I don't have an apron or something."

Y/n's finger travels down my chest and stomach. "I think shirtless works."

"Shirtless it is, then."

We walk outside through the sliding glass door, silently thanking god that I have a privacy fence so that my neighbors can't see me grilling shirtless at eleven in the morning. What would they say if they saw me with y/n? Would they think I was a creep? Would they know she's Sarah's teacher?

A worried thought pops into my head as y/n sits on the patio furniture, my fingers turning the knob on the grill, igniting the propane-fueled fire. "Hey, y/n, would you ever get in trouble at your job if they found out we were seeing each other?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I'd like to say no, but I'm not sure. Why?"

I shrug, shaking my head. "Just a worry I had."

"Well, I mean, I don't really have anybody to tell anyway, so it's not like it'll get around."

"What if we eventually tell Sarah or she finds out? She'll probably be so excited that she'll want to tell her whole class."

Y/n makes a wincing face. "Ooo, yeah. I wouldn't want anybody to think I was playing favorites with her, or being more hard on her just because I'm dating her dad."

"Exactly," I nod, drizzling marinade on the raw, spiced chicken. "I don't know. It's just kind of concerning, I guess."

"You and I worry a lot," she giggles. "Something I noticed on our first time talking together."

"I've been honest and vulnerable from the start," I chuckle sheepishly. "You just bring it out of me."

"I love that you're like that with me. I'm the same way."

"Good," I beam at her, admiring her bare-faced beauty. "What do you want to do today? Anything exciting?"

"Well, I had asked last night if today could be about you, but you kinda shrugged me off," she glares playfully as she crosses her arms. "So, can we do something that you want?"

"I'm more of a giver than a receiver," my mouth twitches up, being reminded of her writhing beneath me last night.

Y/n flutters her lashes as her cheeks deepen to scarlet. "I can tell."

"But if you really want to, maybe we could go bowling or play darts. Those things are fun." I look to the grill briefly as I add the breasts. "Basically, I just want another date with you."

She stands, striding over to me as she throws her arms around my neck. "I'd love another date with you."

"Bowling tonight?"

Y/n nods. "Yes, please." She kisses me, and then my neck, her hand traveling down to my briefs where my cock is already semi-hard from the reminder of her pretty moans. "And right now?"

I swallow thickly. "Right now?"

My gaze follows her as she drifts down easily to her knees, my eyes blowing wide in surprise as she stares up at me innocently.

"Can I thank you for last night?" she asks quietly as she hooks her fingers into the sides of my briefs.

"Oh, baby, you don't have to thank me—" my sentence stops as she kisses me softly through the fabric.

"I want to. Please, Joel."

I push my hand through her hair, nodding subtly as she gives me a vast grin, shimmying down my boxers until they're around my ankles. My cock springs free, gently smacking her chin as she gazes at it with admiration.

"God, you're fucking huge." Y/n licks her lips, her mouth coming forward to swipe her tongue up the slit of my tip. "How will you ever fit inside of me?" her sultry voice rings in my ears.

A quiet groan escapes my throat, gazing down at her as she wraps her hot, silky mouth around me. My own mouth hangs open, gripping at her hair until it's bunched up at the back of her head in a messy bundle.

"Fuck," I groan, my head hanging back as she sucks me slowly and firmly. "You suck me so fucking good."

She chuckles lightly, her hand finding its way into the mix as her mouth moves further down, stroking me in time with the bob of her head. My eyes force themselves back to watch her, the sight of her so needy for my cock nearly making me cum in her perfect mouth. I want to tease her, deciding to pull her mouth off of me by gently jerking her back by her hair.

"No, no," she whines, "please, let me keep going."

I groan, easing her back onto me and being encased in her sweet mouth. "Love how cock drunk you are for me, petal." My stomach flexes as my release is nearing its debut. "I'm already so close."

Her hand begins to stroke the base of me faster, as her mouth keeps its moderate, firm pace. The sounds of her sucking me makes my toes curl, the filthy slurping and squelching of her mouth driving me absolutely wild.

"God, y/n. Jesus—fuck," I curse, no longer able to make an intelligible sentence.

Her eyes are shut as her brows are furrowed, burying me into her throat as she bobs her head quickly, coughing and choking on me with her hands now clawing at my stomach.

I place both of my hands on the back of her head, my hips thrusting slightly as I chase my high, feeling myself reach the very brink.

"You gonna take all my cum, petal? You want it down that pretty little throat?"

She nods fervently, groaning around me as she does.

My legs shake as I begin to spill my release into her mouth, groaning out loudly as my hands tightly fist at her hair. Y/n moans with delight, my cum pouring out in hot ropes against her tongue, the feeling far better than one I've ever given myself.

"Fuck," I sigh, looking down as she slowly pops off of me, opening her mouth to show that it's filled with my release. "Oh, my god."

Her eyes are locked onto mine as she swallows, swiping her tongue all around her lips and bringing the back of her hand up to wipe her sloppy chin.

"You taste so good, Joel," she beams, sliding my briefs up as she stands. "And you gave me so much."

I groan, pulling on her hair to tilt her head up towards me. "You have no idea how bad I'm going to fucking wreck you, y/n. You're making me crazy."

She chuckles, biting her lip gently. "I can't wait to find out."

As we sit at the dining room table eating our lunch, my eyes are nearly incapable of focusing on anything other than y/n's beautiful lips. I can't stop remembering how good they felt around me, and how quickly she was able to make me finish.

Even at almost forty-one years old, I'm finding my sex drive to not be even a little bit close to drying up. How could I ever not be turned on with a woman like her around me? Not only am I completely enamored with who she is as a person, but her beauty is beyond what I'd imagine a woman going for me to look like. I must have done something right in a past life in order to have someone like her wanting me now.

"What?" she asks sheepishly as she gingerly chews.

I reach my hand out and place it over hers, bringing it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles. "You are just so beautiful, baby."

Her cheeks flush a shade darker, her eyes nervously looking down to her lap. "You're so sweet, Joel. I don't think I've ever received so many compliments from someone."

"You've been with the wrong people."

Y/n giggles, leaning across the corner of the table to kiss me lightly. "I know. You've already shown me that."

My eyes gaze into hers, mesmerized by the shade of them, as well as their delicate, feminine shape. "You want to go out after this?"

She nods. "I'd love to. Bowling still? Maybe after, we could get some snacks for a movie at my house tonight, if you'd like."

"I'd love that," I beam at her. "I'll take you home to get some clothes, and I'll pack my toothbrush."

Y/n laughs, placing her hand on my forearm. "God, you're so cute."

On the way to y/n's, she's sat beside me in my truck wearing my shirt and my boxers with her dress laying across her lap. She looks incredible in my clothes; it's hard to take my eyes off of her.

I get out and open her door, holding her hand as she steps down, giving me a swift, unexpected kiss once she does. It makes me smile, feeling so perfectly content, way more than I have in a very long time.

We walk inside, the cool air of her home greeting me, gaining me relief from the stifling humidity outside. Y/n guides me to her bedroom, the sight of it much more tidy and put-together than mine. Everything seems so pristine, and the air smells of fresh laundry.

She walks across the room, hanging her dress back up in her little walk-in closet before grabbing her phone off of her bed, quickly apologizing for it.

"Sorry, I'm sure nobody texted me or anything, I just haven't checked my phone since Friday morning, pretty much," she laughs lightly, gliding up to me. "Just been having so much fun with you."

I kiss her sweetly, running my nose along hers like I love to do. "Mmm, me too," I hum with contentment.

Y/n chuckles before pulling away, gazing back down at her phone as I sit at the edge of the bed, my eyes wandering around the room.

"Joel," she says lowly.

My gaze snaps to her face, the expression on it unreadable, immediately making me feel concerned. "What? What's wrong?"

"The gynecologist emailed me my results Friday evening," she begins quietly, "and this entire time I've been with you, we could've been having sex."

I laugh, relief flooding me as well as a hint of excitement. "I'm glad there's nothing wrong, y/n."

She makes her way to me from the door, straddling my lap as I support her weight on my thighs. "Wanna bowl in a little bit instead?"

Without even answering, my lips melt onto hers, the kiss immediately heating up. Our tongues clash and our breathing becomes more desperate. My hands lift off the shirt on her torso, tossing it aside before she pushes me gently onto my back. I grip at her ass, kneading it before slipping the boxers and panties off of her.

"I need you so fucking bad, Joel," she breathes heavily between kisses. "Please."

I grin devilishly at her, rolling us until she's on her back, already practically panting beneath me. My torso leans back to lift my shirt off, quickly unbuckling my belt to unfasten my jeans and kick them off with my shoes.

Her legs are already wrapped around me, pulling my hips into her by her ankles, the neediness she feels for me being deliciously evident.

"Let me taste you," I groan against her lips, dropping my hand between us to rub that pretty little clit of hers.

"Fuck," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut. "Please, baby, just fuck me. I need to feel you."

"God, you're so desperate," I beam, her hips grinding against my fingers.

My cock aches, begging me to bury myself into her, and to never ever stop. I move my fingers from her to around myself, running the tip along her slit, being sure to rub at the very top.

"Yes," she nods, her eyes looking down between us. "Fuck, Joel, you're so big," her voice is hushed, sounding almost nervous.

I take her face into my left hand, gently gripping her jaw to force her to look up at me. "Eyes on me, baby. Want to watch your face when I fuck you."

Her brows furrow with desperation, my hand finally lining myself up with her entrance. None of me can believe this is happening so spur of the moment, but all of me absolutely needs her.

Slowly, I ease myself in, her eyes widening and her puffy lips dropping open as her silky walls squeeze my length. The sensation of her makes my body shake with pleasure, my eyes briefly closing as I let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

Y/n's arousal soaks me, making it easy for me to pull myself out before pushing back in.

"Jesus," I groan, keeping my left hand gripped onto her face. "Grip me so goddamn tight, petal."

She moans loudly, a gasp hitching in her throat as I give her one quick thrust. "Joel, please."

My body is in pleasure overload, my mind spinning faster than it ever has, every single nerve firing wildly. I release her face, leaning down to place my lips against hers as I start to rock my hips faster. Every pull of her walls makes my eyes squeeze shut, eliciting an animalistic grunt from me.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm trying so hard to be gentle," I groan, "but you feel too fucking good."

How deliciously wet she is is audible, only spurring me on further into my rough drive forward. The headboard of her bed knocks against the wall loudly, y/n's breasts bouncing wildly as I bury myself to the hilt nonstop.

"Joel!" she cries out, her back arching upwards.

I groan, pounding into her harder, sweat beginning to form on my brow as I admire her beautifully twisted-up face. My lips press against hers swiftly before I lean back, one hand on her hip and the other pressed to her swollen bud.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she curses, her hands clawing at the comforter beneath her.

Her eyes lock onto mine, her fucked out expression nearly bringing me to my peak just from the sight of it. Her entrance clenches around me as a moan leaves her perfect lips, my hips having a mind of their own as I fuck into her almost aggressively.

"You take me so good," I groan, leaning my head back. "Jesus fucking christ, baby."

Her cunt swallows me whole every single time I thrust forward, my head turning back down to watch her beautiful face scrunch with pleasure. A broken, throaty scream leaves her, feeling her walls flutter around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I can't help but cry out myself.

"Ooo, that's right, petal; cum on me. You've fucking earned it."

Y/N's body writhes and shakes, withdrawing my fingers once I know she's down from her climax. My hands grip either side of her hips now, giving her every single inch of me as hard and deep as I can. Her arousal runs down to my balls, making my mind go wild with things to say to her.

"Cum in me, Joel, please!" she cries. "Please, baby. I'm yours."

I'm yours.

Those two words send me instantly barreling off the cliff of ecstasy, my release pumping out of me as my cock throbs deep inside of her. My groans are loud and my fingers dig into her skin, trying to ground myself from the intense feeling that she has given me.

I shudder, my eyes finally opening to peer down at the incredibly sexy, alluring woman beneath me who has a vast grin on her face.

With a small chuckle, I lean down, giving her a neat, tongue-filled kiss. "What are you so smiley about?"

Y/n giggles slightly, her fingers stroking the side of my stubbly chin. "You feel so good." She bites her lip. "You fuck so good."

Reluctantly, I withdraw from her, laying beside her with my body being a sweaty, panting mess. My head turns to face her, my hand reaching up to run my thumb along her bottom lip.

"Did I hurt you, baby?"

Y/n immediately shakes her head. "Not at all. You felt amazing."

"God, you take me so fucking good," I smile, turning onto my side to pull her in for a soft kiss. "You're amazing, y/n."

She chuckles, her arm around my midsection as she presses her cheek against my dampened chest. "Can we do this all night instead of bowling?"

"Ooo," I coo with intrigue, "I am very okay with that."

"Mmm," she hums. "Me, too."

  In the shower with y/n, my hands are incapable of leaving her skin, my lips on her smooth neck as she cranes it to grant me full access. Her wet hair hangs down, my fingers pushing it to the side in order to caress her slippery back.

Y/n hums at my touch, my head beside hers from behind as I watch the water cascade down her front.

"I can't get enough of you," I say quietly, nipping at her earlobe gently. "I thought I was depraved before," I scoff. "It's worse now."

She giggles, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm, me too." Her head turns to lock eyes with me, our lips meeting together with effortless timing. "You've made me so sore."

"Aw," I coo, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her against my body. "We can wait for another day if you're too sore, petal. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's the best kind of hurt, Joel," she grins, pulling me in by my chin for another sweet kiss. "I want more."

I chuckle. "You're gonna end up make me sore, honey." My erection involuntarily presses into her back, doing my best to turn my hips away.

"You know," she turns, wrapping her arms around my neck, "for an old guy, you sure do have the sex drive of a young person."

My mouth hangs open as she begins giggling, her laughter so infectious that I can't prevent myself from giggling with her.

"You are such a brat!" I tease, sliding my hands down her back to grip her ass. "I might be offended if I didn't see how easily you came for this old guy."

Her face brightens, her previously confident demeanor melting away into the submissive goddess that she is. "Joel," she says bashfully with a slight giggle, "when I told you that I'm yours, I meant it."

The intense arousal mixes with that butterfly feeling she always gives me, my eyes softening as I try to tame my dirty thoughts.

"Yeah?" I ask with an arched brow. "And I'm yours."

Her eyes seem to go bleary, her face suddenly burying into my chest.

"Y/n, honey, what's wrong?" I lift her face, seeing more than just water droplets on her cheeks. "Why are you crying, sweet girl?"

"Because," she sniffles, shaking her head, "I'm terrified."

"Of what?"

Her eyes meet mine, the sadness in them shattering my heart. "Of loving again."

My heart aches, wrapping her up into a tight embrace. "I promise you, y/n, that whenever you decide I'm lucky enough for you to tell me you love me, I'll never take that for granted."

“I was with Sam for four years and engaged for one. Everything was perfect until he proposed, and then he fucking cheated on me and I just—” y/n’s head shakes against my chest, “you’ve already made me feel so great, and I’m so scared of how horrible it’s going to feel when it ends.”

“Ends?” I cock my head, pulling her face into view. “Who said it’s going to end, y/n?”

“Fuck,” she shakes her head in embarrassment, “I’ve known you for a week and I’m already freaking out about stuff I don’t even need to freak out about.”

I chuckle. “You can always tell me your fears, baby. We’ve both been pretty emotionally vulnerable from the start.”

“I know, I know,” her bottom lip gets dragged by her teeth. “But would you ever settle down again? Get married? Have more kids?”

“Honestly, yes, I would. How old was your dad when he had you?”

She chuckles, her eyes on mine. “Fifty-two.”

“Exactly,” I beam. “That’s another roughly eleven years for this old man,” I tease her, resulting in a giggle. “And if I’m lucky enough to still have you in eleven years, there’s no way we wouldn’t have kids of our own.”

Her brows pinch together with emotion, more tears sliding down her damp cheeks as she pulls me in for a sweet, deep kiss. “You’re perfect, Joel. I can’t stand how perfect you are. It’s too good to be true.”

“No,” I say gently, kissing her forehead, “it’s exactly what you deserve, baby.”

After we come back from the store with various snacks; fruity, salty, savory, sweet, it’s only around four in the afternoon. Y/n and I carry in the groceries, her stubbornness not allowing me to take in all of them myself. We place everything down on the counter in her kitchen, unloading the bags to put everything away.

I store the wine and beer in the fridge, chuckling as y/n walks past me and gives me a small smack to my butt.

“Hey!” I drag out with a laugh. “You really just spanked me?”

She laughs loudly, reaching up to put chips away in her pantry. “You’re damn right I did.”

“Seems only fair that I do it to you, too.” My hand raises, charging towards her as she squeals and runs away.

Both of us are laughing as we run through her house, my arms finally wrapping around her to pull her body into me. Y/n is giggling hysterically, kicking her legs as she shakes her head back and forth.

“No!” she feigns resistance. “I don’t want to be spanked by an incredibly sexy man! What a nightmare!” her voice drips with sarcasm.

I bend her over the couch, my cheeks aching from how much I’m grinning. “I think you were made for a good spanking with an ass like this, baby.”

Y/n looks back at me as she bites her lip, her cheeks reddened. “Spank me then.”

My hands rub against the fabric of her jean shorts, slowly pulling them down on the sides to reveal the white cotton underwear she has on beneath them. I can’t help but immediately harden at the sight before me, admiring every curve of her perfect body.

I trace the line of her panties, dipping my fingers into the back to ease them down her legs. Y/n’s thighs press together, letting me know that she’s already perfectly wet for me between them.

My palm rubs the smooth skin of her right cheek, caressing it with admiration before raising it to give her a gentle smack.

She laughs, burying her grin into her arm.

“Are you actually laughing?” I ask her with a small smirk on my face.

“Just was expecting a spanking, not a tap.”

With a devilish grin, I raise my brows, nodding my head. “Okay, petal. You asked for it.”

I raise my hand up, stretching it back to my shoulder before connecting my palm to her ass. Y/n’s mouth hangs open, her eyes squeezed shut as she lets out a small cry.

A red Joel-sized handprint begins to appear on her ass, and I immediately feel guilty, gently rubbing the swelling skin.

“Again,” she says quietly.

“Y/n—”

Her head turns back, her eyes soft but teeming with lust. “Please. Felt so good, baby.”

My cock twitches at her plea, making me crack a small smile. I move a bit to the left to rub her other ass cheek with my right hand, almost as if I’m warning it of what I’m about to do. As my palm makes harsh contact with her skin, it begins to tingle from the force, checking y/n’s face to see it riddled with arousal.

“You really are the depraved one, aren’t you?” I ask, giving her another rough smack to the other cheek to give the left one a break.

“Yes,” she groans quietly. “God, I need you again, Joel. Please.”

It takes me less than five seconds to free myself from my jeans and briefs, immediately lining myself up with her entrance to push my cock deep inside of it.

“Fuck,” I groan out, my head briefly leaning back from the still unfamiliar grip of her walls.

My hand reaches down and threads into her hair, making a fist at the base of her scalp to pull her head up. Y/n cries out as I slam into her with no abandon, being so wholly lost in the feel of her perfect cunt that I can barely control myself.

“How do you take me so good, huh?” I ask gruffly. “Where’d you learn to take cock this fucking good?”

She screams into the air, my grip tightening on her hair. “Fuck,” she curses with a loud whine.

Our skin meeting repeatedly echoes throughout her living room, my hand tossing her hair aside to reach beneath her and rub her clit. She gasps as her walls clench tightly against me, making me groan gruffly.

“Joel,” she moans, her ass bouncing against my hips in time with every thrust. “You fuck like a god.”

I chuckle lowly, leaning down to place kisses on her spine where her shirt has ridden up as my hips stagger a bit.

“And you take it like a goddess, petal.”

Y/n’s brows furrow with pleasure, feeling her clench down on me as my fingers continue their quick, neat swirls. I bury myself to the hilt, holding my hips steady for a moment to better feel her spasming cunt.

As she releases onto me, I rub her through it, groaning as her orgasm soaks me. My cock drags out just a bit so I can look down and see the sheen coat of y/n’s cum making me an utter mess.

“Love how easily you cum for me, sweet girl,” I rasp, placing my hands on her hips as I quickly pull out. “Need to see that pretty face again, baby.”

Y/n’s legs visibly shake as she sits on one of the couch cushions, my body positing myself back between her legs with one of my knees on the floor. I’m deeply pushed into her, feeling her soaking apex clinging to me once again.

“Yes,” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers, “that’s my girl.”

She groans with her eyes shut, her head tilted back as her arms are wrapped around my neck. I fuck up into her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her wetness encasing me over and over again.

My lips lean up to attach to hers, my breathing already ragged from the intensity of my strokes. I need to cum, and it needs to be inside of her.

“You want me to fill you again, petal? Hmm?” I ask with broken words.

“Please,” she begs, “I’m yours to use, baby.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” I grunt.

My balls slap against her ass as I pound into her, eliciting a scream from y/n, and an inhuman cry from me as I spill my cum inside of her. Every single rope that falls out feels better than the last, my cock throbbing from every bit that leaks out of me.

I shudder from the intensity, my body attempting to come down from the extreme high it just felt.

“Baby,” I breathe, placing my hands on either side of her head, “you’re fucking crazy and I love it.”

Y/n giggles, letting out a slight moan as I slip out of her. “I’m just crazy for you. God, I feel like you’ve turned me into a nympho.”

I kiss her, briefly running my tongue along hers. “You’ve done the same to me, baby.” I stand, watching as she leans forward to lick both of our releases off of my softening length. “Fuck,” I drag out, mesmerized by the insatiable woman beneath me.

“We taste good together,” she beams as she licks her lips, finally standing with me. “Let me grab a towel.”

Y/n disappears into the house, returning with a white towel that she goes to hand me, but quickly jerks away, a playful grin on her face.

“God, what are you up to now?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Skinny dipping?”

I chuckle and nod, taking her hand as she guides me to the pool, both of us jumping into the deep end. The water makes a loud plunging sound around me, the bubbles cascading upwards as I finally come up for air. My arms immediately find y/n, wrapping her up tightly and giving her a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I really like you, Joel,” she says quietly, pressing her forehead against mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Did I freak you out with the marriage and kids talk?”

“Not at all, baby. You just wanted to know if you’re wasting your time, and I get it.” My eyes stay locked on hers, her long lashes wet from the pool. “But I promise that if we continue to click as easily as we have just in the last week, that a lifetime of marriage and kids with you would be a dream.”

Y/n grins vastly, twisting her delicate fingers into my soaking hair. “You’re incredible.” She kisses me softly. “Can I see you again next weekend?”

“And the weekend after that,” I kiss her, “and the weekend after that,” I kiss her again, “and the weekend after that…”

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Heeseung was busy in the kitchen washing dishes when he heard the phone ringing. It was none other than his bloodthirsty friend calling. But why? *What could he possibly want now?* Heeseung thought to himself before answering the call. “Hello?” “Hey buddy. Quick question for ya. Pay attention, I need you to listen carefully and answer honestly. Have you been talking to any girls lately?” “No, why?” “Are you sure? You know what happens when you lie to me.” The sound of chains rattling followed by weak feminine whimpering halted his thoughts. “Wait!” There was a moment of silence before Heeseung responded. “There is one girl. But we’re just friends. Please don’t hurt her.” “Hurt who? Your insipid, bratty little sister…or your shiny new toy? If you care so much about either one of these sluts, you should introduce your girlfriend to your friends. You know our tradition.” “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt my sister.” “Now…why would I do something like that? This is your only sister. Honestly, she’s really all the family you have.” Heeseung was afraid to speak. He knew saying the wrong thing wouldn’t go so well for his sister, but he had to speak to her. It was the only way he could be sure that she was okay. “Can I talk to her?” “Of course you can, friend.” “H-Haerin…” he could only hear the sound of her muffled whimpers. “Your big brother is talking to you. Have some respect, you little bitch.” His friend smacked Haerin across the face before ripping the gag off of her mouth. He then proceeded to choke her, and her agonizing wails filled Heeseung’s ears. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” He screamed. “Okay.” His friend replied. “Heeseung! Help me!” Haerin cried before the call abruptly cut off. Heeseung fell to the ground, crying. He was his friend’s helpless puppet. Forced to follow his every command for the sake of his sister.

Heeseung grew up in an orphanage. After his parents and older brother died in a car crash, he was sent to a home for abandoned children. That’s where he met Haerin. At this time, Heeseung was almost 12 years old and Haerin was already 7. She came from an abusive family. Her father was an alcoholic and when he’d have a little too much to drink, he’d beat her and her mother. His excuse was that he was ex-military and suffering from PTSD. But that was just a bullshit lie to cover up the fact that he was a monster. When he hospitalized her mother from broken bones and a concussion, he told the doctors that she had attempted suicide by jumping out of a window. In reality, he had thrown her down the stairs. Another lie to mask the years of physical and mental abuse he had done to her. Her mother was sent to a mental institution, and Haerin was left in the care of her father. Unlike her mother, who was home most of the time, Haerin went to school. As the bruises became more severe, her 3rd grade teacher filed a police report against her father. He was arrested after proven guilty and she was sent to the orphanage. But her nightmare didn’t stop there. A group of older boys constantly picked on her, but when Heeseung found out, he threatened to kill them if they ever lay another finger on her head. From that moment on, the two of them grew closer. And when Heeseung left, he took her with him. She was like his little sister and he swore to protect her, no matter what.

His friend told him he had to introduce you to the rest of his friends. He knew he needed to act quickly or else…he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he didn’t do exactly as he was told.

Ring. Ring. You picked up the phone to see that Heeseung was calling. “Hey.” You said in a chipper voice. You were always excited to talk to him. “Hey. Are you busy today? I want to introduce you to my friends.” He replied. You couldn’t tell that anything was wrong with him. He had to be sure that you didn’t suspect a thing. “Actually, I have to run a few errands today. I’ve got to restock my fridge, do my laundry, head to the library to study for the big exam coming up, I also have to go shopping because I need a new dress…” Heeseung’s heart sank as these words left your mouth. “Just kidding!” You giggled. “What time do you wanna meet up?” “As soon as possible.” “Hehe. Alright, well, give me like thirty minutes before you come pick me up.” “What! That’s how long it takes for me to get to your apartment.” “I know.” You said playfully before hanging up.

Heeseung group messaged all of his friends to meet up. Jake, Sunghoon, and Jay. He had a small friend group. Excluding his murderous friend would make this group even smaller. But he knew if he cut him off…he would kill his sister. She was captured on her way off to college. She was very smart, so after she graduated high school, Heeseung helped her get into a 4-year university not far from where he lived. She was supposed to be living on campus right now. But after his friend caught him snooping, he kidnapped his sister to keep him from telling the cops. If he knew where his sister was being held, he would’ve ratted on him by now.

Heeseung picked you up and drove you to Jake’s house. Jake typically has the best snacks, drinks, and games. So his house was the best place to go. Sunghoon’s apartment is pretty quiet. The most exciting thing would be his coffee machine—that and his collection of card/board games. And Jay…well Jay’s house feels two steps away from some expensive condo. His house would be better for a dinner date or something.

“Wassup bro?” Jake said, handing Heeseung a cold beer. “Sunghoon and Jay are in the living room. You can join them if you like,” He continued, pointing his beer bottle toward the living room. “Is this your girlfriend?” Jake asked before teasing Heeseung. “Guysss! Deungie has a girlfriend!” He laughed before grabbing you around the waist. “Jake is handsy with everyone. Don’t mind him. A little tradition of ours is that anytime one of us gets a girlfriend, we all get a one on one with her. It’s kinda like a test. No pressure.” Jay said to you from the couch. You were slightly nervous about just going off with his friends alone, but what’s the worst that could happen?

Jake still had his hand around your waist as he walked you to the kitchen. “You’re really pretty.” Jake said as he turned to face you. “I mean…I could look at you all day long. Heeseung’s a lucky guy to have a cutie like you.” He continued, gently gliding his hand across your cheek. “That’s enough flirting, Jakey.” Jay hollered. “Okay. Okay. I was just messing around.” He chuckled. “Would you like something to drink? If you’re not a drinker, I have soda, juice, and water. Your choice.” He continued as he opened the refrigerator. You went for a Cola. “So, tell me about yourself. What’d you like? What’re you interested in? Stuff like that. Here I’ll go first and you can copy me.” Jake held your hand and walked you over to the set of wooden bar stools. “Hello, I’m Jake. I’m a bit of an airhead and a bit of a flirt. My friends tell me that if I were as great of a genius as am a clown that I’d have a higher GPA. Hmm, let’s see what else. I can also be easily distracted by beautiful women like yourself.” He winked. “Jake!” Jay shouted. “Relax. I’m only teasing. Can a guy have a little fun?” Jake laughed. “Alright, now it’s your turn.” “Okay…I’m Y/N and…I-I don’t know. There isn’t really much to say.” You stuttered. “Way to go, filling her brain with your bullshit.” Jay threw a pillow at Jake, spilling some of his beer on his shirt. “Aww fuck. Seriously Jay!? I’ll be right back,” Jake said, tugging at his shirt before walking off.

Jay motioned his hand for you to come sit by him. As you walked over to have a seat, Jay pulled you to sit on his lap. “Sorry about Jake. He’s kinda like the pet in our family. Sometimes you gotta smack him if he gets too friendly.” “It’s okay.” You chuckled nervously. *First, Jake. Now, Jay. What’s up with the men in this house? They’re obviously attractive, but I’m not interested. And why do they keep calling me Heeseung’s girlfriend? We’ve never even kissed.* you thought to yourself as Jay played with your hair. “Hey. I’m gonna borrow Y/N for a second. I need her help with something.” Jay said to Heeseung. He gently patted your waist before leading you down the hallway by the hand. “What did you need my help with?” You asked, but he didn’t respond. He just flashed you with a sly smirk before opening one of the doors down the hall. Jake was lying on the bed, still shirtless. “I was wondering what was taking you so long.” Jake smiled. “We’re not in here for you.” Jay scoffed. “Aww come on. It’s been a while since we had a three way. And she’s the perfect girl for us.” “I’m sure she’d agree some other time, but right now you need to go.” “What?” “Put your damn shirt on and leave.” Jake scoffed before aggressively pulling a plain white tee over his head.

“Ok, so what the hell are we doing back here? I’m not in the mood for some weird, freaky sesh with you.” “No, it’s nothing like that. You just reminded me of something.” “What?…” Jay waited a few minutes before he finally spoke. “There’s something very serious that I need to tell you about Heeseung,” but before Jay could finish, Sunghoon barged in. “Heeseung’s looking for you two.” “Tell him we’re busy.” “I don’t think he’ll care.” “Just gimme a few minutes.” “Fine…I’ll tell him.” Sunghoon said as he closed the door behind himself. “I don’t know how much you really care about him or how much you really know but—“

Heeseung barged through the door. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” “What? Why?” Now you were worried. What was Jay trying to tell you? Should you be afraid? Why was Heeseung in such a rush to bring you back home? You hadn’t even been there an hour, and he already wanted to go. Heesueng grabbed your arm, squeezing it so tight that you refused to argue.

He drove around for a bit before parking at a gas station. He had a stern expression and was dead silent until you built up enough courage to ask him what the hell was going on. “What happened back there?” You asked. “Nothing. Just stupid guy stuff. You wouldn’t understand.” He grumbled. “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “What’d he tell you?” “Huh?” “What’d Jay tell you in that room?” “Why do you care? Are you hiding something?” “Just tell me what the hell he said or I’m ditching your ass on this corner.” You had never seen Heeseung like this. Until now, he was funny and sweet, but now you were left with an aggressive and brash brute. “He didn’t tell me anything.” “I know you’re lying to me.” “I’m not lying. You barged in before he could finish what he was saying.” “Get out.” “Wait, what?” “GET OUT!!” “Heeseung…” He started to aggressively snatch your seatbelt off. Then he stepped out of the car, slammed the door behind him, and walked over to your door. He yanked the door open with so much force that the wind blew past your face. Your eyes filled up with tears. You were terrified at this point. It must’ve been one hell of a secret if he was behaving like this at the thought of you knowing. He froze at the sight of your expression. He closed your door and climbed back into his seat. “I’m sorry…it’s just—it’s just that. About a year ago, I got into a car accident with one of my friends and after that I started to have these blackouts. I’d wake up in places I didn’t recognize. One time, I woke up near a dumpster covered in blood. When I finally went to the doctor about it, he prescribed me some medications. And they’ve been working, but it’s still something I’d rather not share. I occasionally have mood swings, I have something for that as well, and I even have vivid nightmares about dying…” “Heeseung I didn’t know it was that serious.” “We can stop hanging out after today if you want.” “I’m not going anywhere, but from now on you don’t need to be afraid to tell me anything. I’d just prefer if you didn’t scare the hell out of me.” “Sorry about that.” “And don’t drag me around like some rag doll.” “Sorry about that too.”

After dropping you off, Heeseung went back to his house. Embarrassed of the way he behaved, he just wanted to forget this whole day happened. He grabbed a beer from the pantry. Heeseung hated warm beer, but he just needed a drink. He wished he could go back to the day of the car crash. If he had only stayed home…

( 4:56pm — October 14 )

It was the day before Heeseung’s birthday and he planned to go out with his friends to celebrate til midnight. “Haeri, I’m gonna be going out in an hour with some friends. I wrapped up some dinner for you on the stove. You can eat it whenever you’re ready.” “Well, I’m ready now. No big brother means I can eat as many snacks as I want.” Haerin giggled as she took a seat on a metal bar stool. “Since you’re gonna be out all night, can I invite my friends over?” “No way.” “Awww. Pleeeeeeeease.” “Which friends are you referring to?” “Just Minji and Danielle.” “And who are they bringing?” “Bruh…I don’t know.” “Well, if they’re not here before I leave, you can forget about it.” “Okay.” Haerin pulled out her phone to FaceTime with the two girls. “Hey ladiesssss!” “Heyyy.” Minji said in a singsong voice. “What’s up girlie?” Danielle chimed. “Heeseung said I can have a sleepover tonight. Are y’all down?” “Of course we are.” “I’m already picking out my pjs.” “Oooh Dani, can you pick up some snacks?” “Totally. Should I get some movies too?” “No, I think we’re good here.” “How about face masks? We can have a little spa night, too. I’ll bring my nail kit.” “Yes, we’ll do all of that.” “Are boys allowed?” “Absolutely NOT!” Heeseung shouted from his room. “I’ll take that as a no,” Minji said before the girls bursted into laughter. “But you guys gotta be quick. He wants to see who’s gonna be here before he leaves.” “Okay, we’ll be there.”

( 5:50pm — October 14 )

As instructed, the girls arrived a little less than an hour later with so many bags they looked like they were moving in. Either that or it was a Christmas surprise. Right after the girls’ parents dropped them off, Beomgyu drove up to pick up Heeseung. “Hurry, birthday boy! We’re already late and you only have a few more hours until you’re officially 21!” Beomgyu shouted from the driver’s seat. “Alright, I’m coming!” Heeseung shouted back. “You girls have full access to the house. Just stay out of my room, okay? That’s the only rule.” “What about boys?” Minji asked, flashing a cheeky smile. “No, boys at all. Don’t call them. Don’t text them. Don’t even THINK about them unless they’re your father.” “Booo, you’re no fun.” “What about brothers? Can we think about them?” Danielle chimed. “Uhhh…sure whatever.” Heeseung replied. “Okay, girls, I really gotta go now. See ya later. Bye Rinnie!” “Byee. Love you!” “Love you too,” Heeseung said before heading outside. “Your brother is so cute. Do you think I have a chance with him? I think we’d make a pretty cute couple.” “Eww. Gross. And no way.” “Hehe. Well I’m more interested in his friend.” “Beomgyu?” “No, the other one.” “Oh…yea he’s good looking I guess.”

( 6:14pm — October 14 )

“Okay boys. Who’s ready to PARTY!!” Beomgyu cheered before driving away. “Dude, the party is gonna be so awesome. Oh, and I made the cake. Well, not completely by myself. More like I watched my mom bake it while I licked cake batter from the bowl. But that doesn’t matter anyway, right? It’s the thought that counts.” Beomgyu chuckled. “I can’t wait until you open my gift. I went through hell getting that for you. And you better fucking love it.” His other friend laughed.

( 6:32pm — October 14 )

Unfortunately, the boys never made it to the surprise party they were throwing for Heeseung. As they were on their way, a drunk driver came speeding out of nowhere and collided with them. Beomgyu didn’t make it, but Heeseung and his other friend survived with severe injuries. Beomgyu died right beside him. The steering wheel was jammed right through his chest. It was about 20 minutes before the ambulance finally arrived. His friend in the backseat was unresponsive at the point. And Heeseung sat there the entire time in agonizing pain, both emotional and physical. The wails of Beomgyu’s mother were just as loud as the sirens. “Where’s my son? Where is he? Let me see him! LET ME SEE MY SON DAMMIT!” She caressed his lifeless body and placed kisses on his forehead. “It’s all gonna be okay.” She spoke vainly. Beomgyu had been dead for a while now… Maybe this was her way of coping, talking to her dead son’s body as if he had a wound that a kiss or a bandaid could easily heal.

Back at the hospital, Heeseung was stabilized, but he would need crutches for the next few months. His other friend had suffered from brain trauma and was in a mild coma for a few weeks. Haerin took two weeks off from school to help take care of her brother, and his friend was still in the hospital, accompanied by his grandmother.

His friend finally woke up after 4 months. But his grandmother didn’t hang around much longer after that. Aside from the passing of his grandmother, his friend was never been the same since that accident.

Heeseung shook his head. He hated thinking about that day, but it feels like that’s when everything changed. And not for the better.

The next few days proceeded as normal. The two of you continued to grow closer, despite his actions the other night. You even went over to Heeseung’s apartment for the first time. It was after a long boring day of classes. He thought it would be a good idea to have dinner at his house. “I’m not the best chef, but I can make some pretty good ramen. Is that okay?” “Sure.” You giggled. While he was busy cooking in the kitchen, you looked around. Not trying to be snoopy…you just wanted to see how he lived. The first room you saw was decorated as if he had someone else living with him. A girl. Curious, you stepped in looking around to see a picture frame laying face down on a desk. You lifted it up to reveal a picture of Heeseung and some girl. You had never seen her before and he never mentioned anyone else living with him. Was she his girlfriend? “Hey.” Heeseung’s voice startled you. “Dinner’s ready.” “Oh, okay.” You replied quickly before placing the photo face down.

You sat on the couch next to him with a warm bowl of tasty looking ramen. Heesueng switched on the tv before slurping his ramen. “You wanna know who she is?” His question caught you off guard, but you were curious about this mystery girl. “She’s my sister.” “I didn’t know you had a sister! How come you never told me?” Now you felt weird about assuming the girl was someone he was in a relationship with. “I just didn’t.” “Why? Are you guys not close anymore?” “No…actually. She’s in college.” “Oh really? Which one?” “Why are you interrogating me?” “Sorry…I-“ “Nevermind.” He said, shaking his head. “Well, you asked me if I wanted to know. And now you’re giving me an attitude? If you don’t want to answer the question, then just say that. You don’t have to get all touchy.” Heeseung was surprised by your reply. He was getting defensive over a simple question. “Sh-She’s not in college.” “What? I don’t get it. How is she in college and not in college at the same time?” “She was kidnapped.” “Oh, my gosh. So that’s why you didn’t want to tell me…I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault. It’s actually mine.” “You can’t blame yourself for some psycho creep that kidnapped your little sister.” “You don’t understand. It really is my fault. I went sticking my nose where it didn’t belong instead of going to the police and now…and now she’s gone.” Heeseung set his ramen down on the coffee table before walking off. You saw his eyes swell up like a dam ready to burst, and you did the one thing any good friend would do.

“Heeseung?” You knocked on his bedroom door before entering. He was facing a wall with his hands against the dresser. “I wasn’t much of a smoker until recently.” He said before rummaging through his drawers to pull out a pack of cigarettes. “It’s hard thinking about how I let her slip through my fingers after swearing to protect her.” You followed Heeseung out to his balcony. “You want one?” “No, that’s ok.” “You sure?” “You know what…sure.” He handed you a cigarette and cupped your face to light it. “There are a few things you don’t know about me.” “Yea, obviously.” “I grew up in foster care. Haerin is my sister, but not biologically. I took her with me when I turned 18. That’s when we moved into this place.” “Oh…wow. I never would’ve thought that.” “Remember how I told you about that car accident?” “Yea…” “Well, there’s more to that story. It was the day before my birthday and my two best friends came over to pick me up. But on our way to the party, a drunk driver hit us… One of my friends died right beside me, and the other friend was in a coma for months.” “Oh my god, Heeseung. I-I don’t know what to say. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you need me, okay?” He was quiet for a bit before he asked you a question that seemed a little too specific to be a random thought. “How would you feel if you knew exactly when you were going to die and how it would happen?” “I guess I’d live my life the best way I could with the time I have left.” “Okay, how would you feel if you were going to die at the hands of your best friend?”

☆ Heesueng POV (story recap/inner thoughts):

︎ ❤︎︎<< { As much as I’m starting to fall in love with her, I regret ever meeting her. She’s perfect. I was being my normal jackass self when I completely exploded on her. I’m surprised she even wants to talk to me anymore. Also, I finally opened up to her about my past. I even told her about Rinnie… If I can at least figure out where he’s hiding her, I’ll be able to save her. I really want to tell Y/N which friend is trying to kill me, but I know he’s just gonna kill her and Haerin if I do… }>>❤︎︎

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[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

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How is he so cute and hot at the same time!? Fjkdheidbf (Jungkook is my bias, I swear🤕)

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Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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Author's Note:

Part 2 is here! The love I got for Part 1 helped me a lot! But please don't be a silent reader. I beg you. If I can not tell what you guys liked about the story then how am I supposed to know what to write about next? Please. Please tell me what you think *pout pout*

Part 1

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Looking back at that night, I can see that he had just made me realize how my life after marriage was going to be. We've been married for a little over a month, and all he has ever spoken to me about is my family or his work. It's always about something that my father wants us to do or something that his fans expect.

We share the roof, but apart from that, nothing else. I cook for him, and we eat together for formality's sake. That's the only time we see each other at home except for the scarce few times he decides to grace me with his presence since our parents requested it.

I'm broken out of my reverie as I hear the sound of a car being parked in our garage. I look at the clock and see that it's 8 pm. Frowning, I recall that he works till 10 pm usually and he's early today. Shrugging, I move to the door and open it to find a shocking sight...

My husband is standing right there with a bag slung over his shoulder. What surprises me though, is the pair of feminine legs I can see behind his. I look up at him and see the warning in his eyes not to say something I'm going to regret.

So instead of saying anything I look down and move aside, letting the pair in. Yoongi enters followed by a girl who looks about 9 or 10 years old. She's holding his arm tight and looking at me with wide, untrusting eyes. I watch as Yoongi softly pries her hands away from his arm and pulls her to stand in front of me.

I give her a soft smile which she doesn't even try to return. He watches her expressions carefully and then slowly turns towards me.

"Y/N, this is Ae-Cha. "

He says and then turns to face the girl.

"Ae-cha, this is my wife. Y/N, Ae-Cha is going to live with us hereafter. "

The way he is looking at me makes me think he is waiting for my reaction. So I give him a reassuring smile and kneel to meet the girl's height.

"Hello, Ae-cha. "

I say and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"HI."

She replies and waves her hand shyly at me.

Giving her a soft smile, I turn back to Yoongi and say, "Why don't you freshen up? By then, I'll show Ae-cha to her room, and she'll freshen up too so we can eat dinner?"

I can see the surprise in his eyes for a second before he masks it up with indifference once again.

"Yeah, sure. "

I wait till he leaves and then turn back to the little girl. I smile at her before I stand and extend my hand toward her, "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Yoongi and Ae-cha are seated at the dining table while I am serving food to Yoongi. As I turn to place the food on Ae-cha's plate, she puts her hand up to stop me.

As I eye her with a questioning look in my eye, she says in a loud voice, "Rice has too many calories. Don't you have something like broccoli or boiled peanuts?"

I open my mouth to tell her I can make something she wants, but Yoongi cuts me to the chase saying, "Here, you only get to eat what's available. Now, don't make a big scene and just eat it."

Frowning, I think about why Yoongi is acting a bit rude to the little girl.

"No way! Are you trying to make me fat? You know that I want to be a model when I grow up right? " she argues, and I try to control my laughter at the look on Yoongi's face. He looks like he's trying so hard to control his anger.

"Ae-cha, just eat what has been made."

He says in a low voice.

"You don't even know what food is to be consumed at what time. You have zero knowledge!" She shouts at him, surprising me by leaving the room.

"B-bread?" I stutter and sigh before running right behind her. I enter the guest bedroom and see her sitting on the couch with headphones on.

She has an irritated look on her face, and I don't know what to do other than stand and see her for a few seconds. Just as I am about to approach her, I hear Yoongi's phone ringing. Though I don't mean to overhear, I can listen to the conversation clearly from here.

I identify the other person on the line as Hoseok, another member of their band and one of Yoongi's best friends. He was his best man at our wedding besides a few other friends. Hoseok shouts in a loud voice I've only heard him use when he's too angry with someone,

"Who was that girl I saw with you earlier? Why are you taking her to stay with you? Did you ask Y/N if she's fine with it?"

I wait to hear Yoongi simply say, "She's Ha-joon's daughter."

Hoseok shouts again, "WHAT! Why's that woman now talking to you? And why the hell has she sent her daughter with you!? Has she decided not to let you be happy?!"

I feel tears prick my eyes and stream down my face as I recall bits and pieces of information I had gathered about the woman my husband is still madly in love with.

Ha-Joon is the girl Yoongi dated for about three years. They were introduced to each other by mutual friends, and they instantly started dating.

But fate had to play a cruel joke on Yoongi when she cheated on him with his secretary and he had to find the pair entwined on his bed.

Apparently, she only ever dated my husband because of pressure from her family and loved his secretary. She had finally decided to elope though she knew her family would disown her.

I mean, I knew these types of things did happen in the upper tier families but I was still shocked to know my husband had to face that.

Yoongi, who had fallen head over heels for the girl was unable to move on from the heartbreak that I still see him struggling with. It saddened me to no end that fate had always managed to spoil this good man's life, keeping him away from all the happiness in the world.

The fact that he doesn't even want to accept my help has made me stay away from him except for necessary times.

Though I do the household chores while he takes care of the shopping and other stuff, we both have an unsaid agreement not to disturb each other's personal lives. I started listening to their songs and within a very short period of time I've become a dedicated fan. Lately, I've been binge-watching some of their concerts and though I don't mean to be partial, I feel my eyes stray and linger on Yoongi a lot subconsciously.

Now, though, I am shocked out of my shaken state when Yoongi says,

"Hyung, they're both dead."

With widened eyes, I turn back to look at the girl and immediately feel bad for her.

Though I do not know the feeling of not getting enough love from your parents, I can sympathize with her and my husband as I had heard from Yoongi's friends about the rough upbringing he had.

From the little bit of research I had done about him before our marriage, I knew that his parents had died in a car accident when he was a child.

After that, his uncle was the only person who took care of his upbringing. Being a busy man in his primes, Yoongi’s uncle was unable to give him a taste of familial love and care. And soon enough, Yoongi had grown and had to leave his home for his dream job.

He had been accepted by a company and had to stay and work in The States until his debut. Now, I know that anybody would mistake my feelings towards him to be sympathy or the common urge to show him what being loved feels like.

But to be honest, what I feel towards him is the primal instinct of love and protection. In the past week I've come to know so much about him either through his friends or by just observing him. Without meaning to, I've started to notice the tiniest of details. Like, how he never forgets to deposit his used clothes in the laundry or how he always drinks a glass of water before going to bed and right after waking up. The knowledge I have gained about him makes me want to spend the rest of my life showing him love and all it entails.

I do know that cannot happen. Sighing, I wipe the tear strains from my eyes and turn to look at the girl. I kneel down so we're almost the same height and then remove her headphones.

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Yoongi’ s POV

I didn’t know what I expect earlier in the day when I received a call from her dad but it sure wasn’t to be told that she and her husband were both no more with us and their daughter couldn’t stay with him since he’s traveling abroad and he was getting too old.

I decided to bring the girl home, speaking of which...

I sigh and run my hand through my hair realizing I took out my frustration in Ae-cha. Pushing my chair back, I decide to find her and apologize properly. I thought I was prepared for whatever happens but nothing on earth could have prepared me for the scene there.

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Y/N's POV

I smile at her before holding my ears with both my hands saying,

"What do you want for dinner? "

She looks at me with widened eyes and I pout at her.

"Please forgive me for not asking earlier. Pwetty pweaasee" I say with a babyish voice and she hums, thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll forgive you. On one condition. "

I widen my eyes and nod eagerly, asking her, "What is it? "

"You should always ask me what I want to eat. Do you think you'll be able to do that."

I smile and nod at her saying, "I'll never forget after this." She folds her hands and pretends to be a tough person as she says, "Mhmm. So now you've learnt your lesson."

"Yes mam. " I reply cheekily and smile with satisfaction as I watch her giggle cutely. "Okay, can we go eat now? I feel sooo hungry " I ask exaggerating the "hungry" part and stand up extending my hand to her. "Yes, let's go." she says gleefully and hops down holding my hand.

We both turn to go and I am shocked to see Yoongi standing there. He's got a gummy smile and he's looking at Ae-cha with adoration in his eyes. I think he should smile more. It makes him look so cute! I have seen his concerts and heard girls gush about it, mind you. I just never realised how cute it was...

Ae-cha suddenly pushes my hand aggressively away and folds her hands again. She puffs out her cheeks and turns her head away from Yoongi, a frown marring her forehead.

I watch as Yoongi flinches and scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does when he's guilty. He slowly walks towards her and kneels down, whispering

"I'm sorry. I was a bit rude to you. It's just that I don't like when someone says no to food. "

Ae-cha hesitates a few seconds before giving up.

She slowly faces him and says, "But you could have said it softly. You know, my grandfather often says that what you say can make a big difference in the other person's life. "

She looks at Yoongi with her wide eyes sparkling with innocence in them and I see him regretting what he did. For some inexplicablereason, he looks at me. I see emotion lurking in his dark orbs. It resembles guilt but even before I can try to figure out what it is, it's gone.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. " he says and she replies with a smile, "I'm sure you won't. "

Yoongi silently pulls her into a hug and shuts his eyes tightly.

I know exactly what he's going through right now. Trying to guve the child her fair bit of familial love she deserves being the reason why he brought her home, he has realised that raising his voice at her has only hurt ans scared the poor child.

I watch the interaction with tears in my eyes and am surprised when Ae-cha pulls me. She holds my hands and pats Yoongi on the shoulders.

They break the hug and Yoongi stands. He looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression and a cold face.

I sigh and turn to Ae-cha. I don't know what I expected, really. Though I know that nothing’s going to change between us, I keep hoping for something good.

A small sign from him that he's ready to accept me would be enough. Though I can't ever forgive or forget him for the words he threw at me on our wedding night, I still feel like I should give this marriage a chance.

But everything I do something good for him, I only witness him chip a part of my heart away. At the end of the day, I only keep getting hurt... ___________________________

To be continued...

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