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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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Dean still thanked Bobby every day for giving him a job at his store. Bobby would only respond with ‘shut up and stop thanking me ya idjit!’

But still, Dean was grateful. With Sam in his first year of college (Stanford Smart-Ass), even with a hefty scholarship, affording to live is still a bitch – especially in one of the most expensive states in the country.

So, on top of his job during the week as a TA at the local university, Dean picks up a couple shifts over the weekend at his Uncle Bobby’s vintage antique store.

Now, while Dean was extremely grateful, the gratefulness didn’t stop the fact that the job was boring as hell.

If you asked Dean, half the stuff in the store looked like it should be donated to Goodwill not be in a vintage store on sale for hundreds of dollars.

(It’s not that Dean didn’t understand the appeal of vintage items. He could appreciate a vintage beauty. His car was a prime example of that. However, despite what the price tags may say, none of this junk held a candle to his beautiful 67 Chevy Impala.)

The place was hardly heaving, even on weekends. And when customers did come in each interaction went one of two ways:

People brought in their old junk in an attempt to pass it off as some rare artefact. Trying to convince those people that what they thought was a valuable medal, passed down through generations may as well have come out of a Happy Meal was not Dean’s favourite way to spend his Saturday.

The second, and perhaps the worst, type of customer would be the rich, entitled people who come into the shop wanting to expand their collection of antiques (which Dean knew without having to visit their homes that they only purchase to show off their wealth and don’t particularly care where they come from). They could be buying a Victorian butt plug to display on their mantelpiece but wouldn’t care as long as it’s as old and expensive as possible.

Dean had a customer just last week who took hours trying to haggle on the price of an antique brooch, despite clearly being about to afford it at full price. If Dean didn’t need the job to support Sam he would have told the woman exactly what he thought of her. (Even Bobby had rules when it came to professionalism). Regardless, she was a total –

“I need a ring!”

Dean was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a man entering the store looking pretty flustered – emphasis on the pretty.

The man made quick strides of the distance between the door and the counter where Dean was still stood – transfixed by the frankly beautiful man coming towards him.

The man stopped and let out a deep and calming sigh.

“I need a ring.” He repeated more smoothly.

Regardless of how he feels about the customers, no one could say Dean wasn’t awesome at his job. So he put on his best customer service smile, tried to ignore the things this man was making his body feel and silently thanked Bobby once again for this.

“Of course, Sir. Was there anything in particular you had in mind?”

The man frowned.

“Please. There’s no need to call me ‘Sir’. Just call me Castiel.”

Castiel. Angelic

Go figure.

“Okay, Castiel. Are you looking for any kind of ring in particular?”

As he spoke, Dean started to move towards the key box that held the key to unlock the glass cabinet, which housed all of their rings.

“Your most expensive if possible, please.”

Dean stopped in his tracks and looked momentarily at Castiel with wide eyes.

Not only is this dude hot as fuck, he’s rich as fuck too?

Dean was used to asshole rich people throwing their money around but even they had a limit. Coming in and asking for the most expensive ring before even seeing it? Dean didn’t care how gorgeous this guy was, or how blue his eyes were, or how rough his voice sounded, or how sharp his jawbone looked, or –

Anyway! This dude was clearly a douchebag so Dean wasn’t interested.

He opened the glass case and lifted out the most expensive ring, placing it delicately on a black cloth for Castiel to look at.

Castiel picked it up between his finger and thumb – inspecting carefully.

He seemed so quiet and unassuming – nothing like the normal wealthy douchebags Dean encountered. Maybe he got him wrong. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

“Yes, I think she’ll like that one.”

Ah. So not a douchebag but definitely not single.

Dean sighed internally. That put an end to that before it even began.

Castiel dropped the ring back onto the surface and reached into his pocket for his wallet. Dean picked up the ring and carefully placed it inside the matching box. He was painfully aware that ring was worth more than he could earn in almost a year. Even if Castiel was single, Dean would never keep up with that amount of wealth.

He tried not to let the disappointment of Castiel’s impending engagement affect him – he was still just a stranger after all (a beautiful one at that his brain unhelpfully supplied). Dean plastered on his customer service smile.

“Would you like our complimentary cleaning cloth to help maintain its colour? We recommend cleaning it properly every week or so with this cloth as it is one of the older items in our collection.”

Castiel thought for barely a moment, “Sure.”

Gee, for a guy about to spend the rest of his life with the love of his life, he sure seemed uninterested in a pretty essential part of the process. This was just getting more and more depressing – and confusing.

Dean rushed to finish the transaction so he could get back to the normal status quo of the regular two types of customers and not a third who comes barreling in and turns his system upside down.

He finished the payment – Castiel barely flinched when Dean told him the price – and packed the ring carefully with the cleaning cloth into a gift bag.

“Thank you and I hope you and your soon-to-be fiancée have a wonderful life together.”

It pained Dean to say as he looked into Castiel’s eyes. Bobby should give him a raise just for the smile he was fighting to keep on his face.

As if Dean couldn’t take anymore, Castiel tilted his head and squinted his eyes making himself look adorable as hell.

“I’m not getting engaged.”

What?!

“What?”

“I’m not getting engaged.”

“B-but you just bought a really fucking expensive engagement ring!”

The confused part of Dean’s brain was overpowering the other part screaming ‘He’s not getting engaged – he might be single!’

“It’s for my mother.”

“Okay dude, you’re gonna have to walk me through this one. I mean, I love my mom but who drops that much on a ring for their mom?”

“My mother loves material things and good reputations – perhaps more than her own children. She has been rather angry with me for a few days so in order to ‘get back in her good books’ I needed to get the most expensive and oldest piece of jewellery I could. I see her tonight, hence why I was so flustered when I came in.”

Dean chose to ignore how adorable Castiel looked doing air quotes – his bran was about to explode.

“Ouch. What did you do to make her angry enough to need something as pricey as this?” Dean indicated to the bag he realised he was still holding out.

“My brother accidentally told her I’m gay.”

At this point, the other side of Dean’s brain finally took over.

DUDE HE’S NOT GETTING ENGAGED. HE’S PROBABLY SINGLE. AND HE’S INTO DUDES! ASK! HIM! OUT!

After a few prolonged seconds of Dean having an internal breakdown, Castiel started to look uneasy. Dean immediately recognised that uneasiness and managed to spit out a sentence that actually made sense.

“She’s angry at you for being gay? Sounds like a complete bitch to me.”

Dean realised what he’d said and instantly went to take it back but was stopped by the smirk on Castiel’s face.

“Oh don’t worry. She is. But as I said, she puts good reputations before her children and that means she’s paying for my law school. Well, what she thinks is law school.” There was that smirk again. Dean might just die. “I’m actually getting a degree in Education and Psychology. But I’ve got a year left so I need her to keep paying for my tuition. The day I graduate is the day I walk away from that family for good.”

Castiel held his head a little higher at that and Dean couldn’t help but admire the guy. Sucking up to a homophobic mom while tricking her into paying for the degree he wants? Frickin’ badass!

“Dude, I don’t know you from Adam, but, going on that ring alone, are you sure you could give up all that money?”

Castiel shrugged. “I’ve never been interested in it. I suppose that made me a bit of a black sheep. Add in the fact I’m gay, it pushed my mother over the edge. Hence the much too expensive ring.”

Wow. Was this guy for real?

Dean stood up from where he’d been leaning on the counter, listening with rapt attention. He put his hands in his pockets, looked down at a scratch in the counter top and looked up again slowly meeting Castiel’s eyes.

“So you’re not getting engaged?”

“Nope. Far from it, in fact.”

“You’re giving up the family money to live your own independent life?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re definitely into guys?”

Castiel smirked. “Yes. Very much so.”

“So… would you wanna go out some time? I promise it’ll probably be the cheapest date you’ve ever been on – I’m not exactly loaded myself.”

Dean avoided Castiel’s gaze, picking at the scratch on the counter.

A finger came out and lifted his chin, forcing him to meet Castiel’s eyes again.

“That sounds perfect. I’d love to go out with you but I do have one condition.”

Dean’s heart soared. He was starting to wonder where this guy had been all his life.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me your name.”

Dean threw his head back as a sharp, loud laugh burst through him.

The one day he forgot to wear his name tag. (He could hear Bobby’s ‘idjit’ ringing in his head.)

“It’s Dean.”

“Okay Dean, I’ll be out of town for a few days – to deliver the ring and reassure my mother that my brother was wrong, that her law school son is just looking for the right woman to settle down with.” Castiel rolled his eyes. “But when I get back I’d love to get burgers and see a movie or something?”

Dean’s smile could outshine the sun.

“Sounds awesome.”

* * *

A year later, they were all gathered in Dean’s garden celebrating Castiel’s graduation.

Since they met, Dean’s family had slowly started becoming Castiel’s too.

Now, Castiel was free from his biological family and was surrounded by his found family.

Dean was telling his Aunt Ellen the story of how they’d met but Castiel had zoned it out, focused only on looking at the beautiful man he got to call his.

“What a bitch!”

Castiel was drawn back into the conversation by Dean’s ‘cousin’ Jo’s outburst. Ah. They’re up to that point in the story.

Everyone in the group was looking at Castiel with sympathy and anger in their eyes.

Castiel shrugged.

“It’s fine. I used the family credit card to pay for the ring anyway. Plus I left with the most priceless item in that store anyway.”

The small crowd aww’d as Dean rolled his eyes and pulled Castiel in for a kiss.

This was my first fic since 2016 so please forgive if it’s a bit naff! I’m still re-finding my feet.

If you’d like to be tagged any of my future stuff just drop me a message and let me know. :)

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set-phasers-to-whump · 4 years

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what are friends for?

this is for @not-just-fantasy who requested some marius getting beat up!!! i had a lot of fun writing this, especially developing the oc, which i’ve never really done before!! hope this is alright! (also sorry the con is like. barely described lol. its surprisingly hard to come up with a believable one)

It was a relatively simple con, as far as cons went. It involved posing as an accountant, and would result in a modest payoff, one which, hopefully, would fly under the radar until long after Marius had dropped off the grid. Well, Marius and his assistant.

He didn’t usually like to do serious jobs with people he didn’t know well, but he’d been training this person, whose name was Alia (though Marius’ ‘client’ knew them as Danny). Alia was a quick thinker, and a good deal taller and more muscular than Marius, which helped play them off as a bodyguard for a rather anxious accountant, who overvalued his safety (as well as his own importance).

And so far, things were going great. Alia and Marius were staying in a cheap hotel in Hartford, meeting daily with their client, William Henderson, a CEO who had recently become concerned about the security of his accounts. It had been three days, and in another two, the job would be finished, and the pair would walk away a couple thousand dollars richer. That was the nice thing about the rich, Marius thought. You could take enough money from them to comfortably sustain yourself, and they wouldn’t feel the difference.

Of course, they might notice the difference, and get angry about it anyway. So this operation had been a little more slow-going than one unfamiliar with the business might have expected, but overall it was progressing at exactly the pace that Marius knew it would.

Marius himself, currently in character as Oliver Pierce, accountant and possibly the most boring man on the planet, was in a meeting with his client. He had elected to have Alia stay in the car, as today’s business was to be the most delicate work, which could easily end the whole con if it was not handled correctly.

Alia had agreed to this, having never been in on any real sort of con before, and they were busying themself by sketching the alley the car was parked in on the back of a map they’d found in the glove compartment. Sure, it was boring being left in the car, but they were beginning to understand just how fiddly the con business could be, and were quite frankly relieved to have been excused from what was sure to be a high-pressure situation.

Back in the office, the situation was certainly high-pressure. But not in the way that Alia would have thought.

Marius was trapped. Literally and figuratively. The door was locked, his arm was pinned to the desk, and he’d been completely discovered-Henderson knew exactly what con he was trying to pull, he knew where Marius had been staying, he knew Alia was a con artist in training…the list went on. Marius was in deep shit, and for once, could think of nothing to say to keep the con going.

Henderson knew this, and was delighting in it. “You really thought you could pull one over on me? I thought something was up with you the minute I met you, and look at you now, proving me right with no help! You think you can install your creepy little...scanning device on my computer? You think you can mess with my computer without my knowledge? You think you’re smarter than me?”

“It’s not a scanning device,” Marius muttered under his breath, before he could think the better of it.

“What did you say?” Henderson demanded, twisting Marius’ arm.

“Nothing, nothing,” Marius said quickly. “Let’s just...let’s talk, right?”

But Henderson, apparently, had had enough. He slapped Marius across the face. “How about you shut the fuck up?”

Marius blinked. Fuck. He could get out of this...somehow.

“I can see those little wheels turning in your pathetic brain, Oliver,” Henderson sneered, his voice full of contempt. “You get out of this one when I say you get out.”

Marius didn’t want to think about what that could mean.

---

Alia, still sitting in the car, had finished sketching the alley, and had moved on to sketching the interior of the car. It was a very boring subject, as there was virtually nothing in the car to personalize it, but it was better than nothing. They wondered how Marius was getting on...he should be out soon, if everything was going to plan.

---

But of course, everything wasn’t going to plan. Henderson, after delivering his ominous statement, had said absolutely nothing as he slowly let go of Marius’ arm which had been pinned to the desk.

Marius, naturally, sprinted for the door, though he knew it was locked. He glanced around for anything that he could use as a weapon-he had the distinct feeling that he was about to get seriously beaten up, and Henderson already had several inches and a considerable amount of weight to his advantage.

But there was nothing. Henderson advanced on Marius, a truly dangerous smile on his face. Marius had backed himself up against the door, and looked frantically around, for what, he didn’t know-but it didn’t matter, anyway. The second Henderson’s fist collided with the side of his face, nothing mattered except survival.

Henderson hit hard, and accurately, the kind of punches which told Marius he’d been trained, probably in boxing, which was not an especially helpful fact.

An uppercut to the jaw sent him crumpling to the ground, his ears ringing. He tried in vain to stand up, to attempt to hold his own somehow, but Henderson kicked his legs out from under him.

He fell back to the floor, the back of his head connecting with a bookshelf with an audible crack. Stars swum in his field of vision, and he probably would have blacked out, had it not been for the sharp kick which was delivered to his stomach, which diverted his attention from the pain in his head and caused him to hunch over in an instinctive and futile attempt to protect himself.

Henderson grabbed Marius by the back of his suit jacket, hauling him to his feet, and pinned him to the bookcase with an arm against his throat. He punched Marius squarely in the nose, and it made a sickening crunching noise, and then Marius became dimly aware of the sensation of hot blood pouring down his face, making it hard to breathe, and his mouth was full of blood, and all he could register was pain, and he could barely breathe, and his head was spinning, and he was sure he was going to die…

And then the arm at his throat let up, and he slumped bonelessly to the ground. Falling hurt, but it hurt far less than everything else did, and he didn’t make a sound.

Henderson was saying something to him, something which he couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears. A smack to the face cleared that up well enough, though, and he could hear Henderson’s taunting voice asking if he’d had enough, if he’d learned his lesson.

Marius nodded, or did his best impression of it, anyway, which was perhaps not the best idea, as his dizziness increased tenfold. He stayed slumped on the ground for several minutes, doing his best to stop the world around him from spinning, and to gain enough control over his limbs to stand.

Henderson, however, had apparently grown bored of this whole exchange, and pulled Marius to his feet once again, holding him upright until he got his bearings. “Be thankful I really needed to punch my anger out, or you’d be on your way to prison right now,” Henderson hissed, as he moved to unlock the door. “Now get the fuck out of here before you bleed any more on my carpet.”

Marius did not need to be told twice, and he stumbled his way out of the office, a shaking hand attempting to stop the blood that still flowed down his face. God, he was still so dizzy…

Somehow, he made it back to the alley without collapsing. He stood a few feet away from the car, suddenly realizing that he really couldn’t make it another few feet.

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Alia jerked out of a light doze to the sound of approaching footsteps, which abruptly stopped. Curious, they looked in the rearview mirror...and nearly screamed at the sight which greeted them. Marius, conman extraordinaire, was beat to shit. His clothes were rumpled and torn in places, and splattered with blood. One arm curled protectively around his torso. The other was attempting to stop a profusely-bleeding nose, which dripped blood down his already-bruising face.

They jumped out of the car, hurrying to Marius’ side. Just in time, too, for they had no sooner laid a hand on Marius’ shoulder to ask what the hell had happened than he was collapsing onto them, unconscious.

Alia, fortunately, had quick reflexes, and managed to catch Marius before he hit the ground. They picked him up as carefully as they could (he was so light), and set him down in the passenger seat, upright, so that his nosebleed wouldn’t choke him to death, then backed up out of the alley.

Alia was panicking, just a little. Their first con was not supposed to have gone like this. What were they supposed to do? They doubted that conmen went to the hospital, but they had serious doubts about their ability as a makeshift nurse. “Marius? Please, wake up, I don’t know what to do.”

He stirred slightly. “Hm?”

“What am I supposed to do?” they repeated, panic edging into their voice.

“No...nothing...go...hotel...con-” he paused, coughing harshly and wincing at the pain that that brought to...well, everything. “The con...it’s over...he found out…”

“Shit,” Alia said, having suspected as much but having hoped for some other outcome. “You really just want me to drive back to the hotel?”

“Yes. I’ll...I’ll be fine,” Marius insisted, and closed his eyes once more, blood still steadily dripping down his face.

Alia doubted this, but Marius was their...boss, or something like that, in all of this, so they listened, and drove as quickly as they could back to the hotel.

Once they arrived, the pair faced the task of making it back to the room unseen, which turned out to be fairly easy, as there was almost no one in the lobby to witness the spectacle of Marius, who had woken up enough to insist he could walk, being heavily supported by Alia, whose clothes were now smeared with blood and who was doing their best to remain inconspicuous. The one man who noticed them seemed content to pretend like he’d seen nothing at all, and went back to reading his magazine after sparing them little more than a once-over. The perks of cheap hotels, Alia thought to themself, as they waited for the elevator.

By the time the creaky elevator had reached the third floor, Marius had once again collapsed, and Alia had once again picked him up, flinging him carefully over their shoulder as they made their way down the hallway (which, fortunately, had a dark carpet that would hide the blood which dripped onto it). Finally, the pair made it back to their room, where Alia set Marius down on the edge of the tub and thought about how the hell they were going to do this.

Marius, fortunately, chose that moment to wake up, and muttered something about there being a first-aid kit in his suitcase.

It was there, and it was pretty well-stocked, too. Alia brought it into the bathroom, gathered all of the washcloths they could find, and got to work.

Fortunately, Marius’ nose had finally stopped bleeding, which was one less thing to worry about. He stared ahead at nothing, blinking sluggishly, as Alia gently wiped the blood off of his face. They had the feeling that this was normally something Marius would have loathed to have anyone do to him, for him, and they wondered briefly just how bad he must have felt in order to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being cared for.

Apart from the blood, Alia quickly realized that there wasn’t a whole lot else they could do for Marius. They removed his suit jacket and button-up shirt, both of which were fairly unsalvageable, and examined his torso, which was already horribly bruised. There wasn’t much they could do about the injury that would make it feel any better, apart from some ibuprofen (and even that might not do much, they really didn’t know), but they wrapped the bruise in some bandages anyway, to at least do something.

That done, Alia was well and truly out of things to do to help. They handed Marius two packets of ibuprofen, which he took quickly, and then stood up, fidgeting with a slightly bloody washcloth as they wondered what they were supposed to do next.

Marius interrupted their thinking. “You can...you can go, it’s over...won’t get any money…”

Alia looked at him, slightly bewildered. “You mean leave, right now? While you’re beat all to hell and might have a concussion or something?”

“You’re not listening, Alia, you won’t get anything, it’s finished.”

“I know I’m not getting anything,” they said, “but you’re...my friend, or something. I’m not leaving you here alone.”

“Oh,” Marius said, evidently startled by their reply. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.

“No, you don’t,” Alia said, pulling Marius to his feet as gently as they could. “You have a perfectly good bed to sleep on.”

Marius made his way to his bed, painfully slowly, but mostly on his own. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes fluttered closed, and Alia heard his breathing even out. Good, they thought, and then shit, there’s blood all over the bathroom that I’m gonna have to clean up.

---

Marius awoke with a pounding headache and a dull throbbing in his torso. He blinked his eyes open slowly, pushing himself into a sitting position and wincing as the movement made the throbbing in his torso spike into something more painful. He looked around. He was back in the hotel room...how had he gotten there? He mentally reviewed what had happened the past day: he’d woken up, had some breakfast, gone to the meeting with Henderson...after that, his memories became a jumbled blur of pain. Alia had been with him, he thought. No doubt they were long gone by now, now that their payoff had been ruined.

The lock on the door clicked, and Marius started. Before he could do something to fend off whatever intruder this was, the door opened, and Alia, their hands full with plates of hotel breakfast, stepped into the room, smiling at Marius when they saw that he was awake.

“Morning,” they said, handing him a plate. “How’s...everything?”

Marius looked at them, slightly shocked.

“What’s wrong?” Alia asked, already beginning to worry. “Oh, I knew I should have just gone to the hospital…”

“No!” Marius interrupted. “No...I’m fine, I’m just...why are you here?”

Alia looked at him, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

“There isn’t any chance of a payoff anymore.”

Alia sighed, and said, “I know that,” in the exasperated tone of one who has already had this conversation before. “I don’t care.”

“Why?”

Alia shrugged, and sat down next to Marius on the bed. “I dunno. I like you? We’re friends, or something? I mean, I think two people can call themselves friends after one of them has collapsed on the other one multiple times.”

Had he done that? He supposed there was time to think about that later. “Yeah,” he agreed slowly. “I guess we’re friends.”

He was silent for a moment. Alia ate their breakfast. “Thanks,” he said finally.

“What are friends for?”

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAA i hope this was okay!!!! I had so so much fun writing it!! I tried to make it open to the possibility of anything happening after this, like romance etc, but i thought friends was a good endpoint for these two!! hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!!!!!

#my writing #i say things #sneaky pete #marius josipovic #beat up #collapse #bloody nose #blood #also fun fact when i started writing this i had no idea if alia was even a real name i just liked the sound lol #i hope u liked them!! i rlly loved writing them and developing their character #honestly before this i didnt really get the appeal of oc's but like...theyre so fun #i Get It now!!#also i am either trash at titles or somewhat okay and unfortunately lately its been the former #the other day i titled a fic as 'okay' not even realizing i had another titled 'be okay' im a mess lol #anyway yeah hope u liked!!!!!

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joohoneyhoe · 6 years

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Raindrops.

As if the rain wants its existence to be known,

Am I someone who engraved, like the rain,

My existence to you?

info: jeon jungkook x oc x kim seokjin genre: fluff, humor, angst, smut, exes!au word count: 7.4k a/n: my welcome back from hiatus gift to you guys! Enjoy! Jungkook has been waiting to be finished for three months.

“Please, Seokjin. I would really like to go on this camping trip with you.” you begged your boyfriend as you sat in the kitchen eating your morning breakfast together, sipping your coffee slowly as he scowled up at you in annoyance.

You had been with Kim Seokjin for over three years now and it had its ups and downs, but you had always been open to work on things, even if he wasn’t always so keen. To say the least, it wasn’t like any relationship you’d had previously. You had made a lot of exceptions for his “uptight” antics to say the least, exceptions you wouldn’t have made for anyone else.

But, to be fair, this had only been your second very serious relationship and at this age, you didn’t think the chances of having another if this one ended, would be that plausible.

“I don’t want to go, Tempest. For one, Yoongi will be there and I don’t like him. Plus, Jungkook is also going and I definitely don’t like him.” Seokjin pointed out, shoveling his scrambled eggs into his mouth and chewing as swiftly as his jaw would allow. He was trying to eat as quickly as possible to leave now, that much was noticeable.

“What’s wrong with Yoongi and Jungkook?” you questioned, your heart jumping slightly at the mentions of Jungkook. “Yoongi is just a dick. He’s literally never said a nice thing to me.” he almost whined, making you roll your eyes at his dramatics. He never had anything nice to say about your six best friends and frankly, it was getting old.

“He’s never said a nice thing to me and he’s one of my best friends. I’ve told you not to take it personally. He hates everyone. And what’s wrong with Jungkook?” you demanded of him, taking your coffee and dumping the rest out into the sink, it now lukewarm and not as appealing to drink.

You could admit, you were a little defensive about why he got so upset when Jungkook was involved, but he didn’t need to know the reasoning behind that, it would just make things worse. You turned around to face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed over your chest. He continued to scowl at you, still irritated with the conversations being had, but you didn’t care at this point. This was something you wanted to do, and not just for yourself, but with him.

“I don’t know, Tempest. He just rubs me the wrong way, plus he’s always looking at you weird and whispering to you when he’s around. I don’t like it or the way he acts when he thinks I’m not looking.” he said, pointing his finger at you. “When has he ever whispered shit to me, Seokjin?” you questioned, your brow raised in confusion.

“That time at Namjoon’s place when he had a pool party. He pulled you aside and whispered something to you when he thought I wasn’t looking.” he recalled, pushing his stool away from the the breakfast bar and grabbing his work bag.

“That was three years ago, and he was telling me I had started my period and it was bleeding through my white swimsuit!” you exclaimed, tossing your hands up in frustration, remembering that humiliating incident. “Still, he didn’t need to touch your back like that when he did it.” he barked as he straightened his black tie after putting the strap to the bag over his broad shoulders.

“Oh my gosh, Jin. That’s ridiculous. Well, I’m going whether you want to or not. It’s for Jimin and Taehyung’s four year anniversary and I want to be there. I haven’t gotten to be with all six of them since that pool party three years ago. You can either go or not go. It’s up to you.” you laid out for him, not budging an inch. It was too important to you to give in, and you had missed so many things with your friends already because of his dislike for them.

It wasn’t happening this time.

“Fine, but only because I don’t trust Jungkook.” he gave in, a scoff leaving your lips. “That means you don’t trust me either, Jin.” his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek, brow arching. “Maybe I don’t, Tempest.” you shook your head, your eyes welling with tears at his statement.

“I’ll see you after work, Seokjin.” you told him before storming off to begin packing, not even bothering to give him your usual goodbye kiss. “Whatever.” you heard him mumble, his dress shoes echoing across the kitchen tile before you heard the back door slam.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Tempest! Taehyung and I are glad you and Jin decided to come! It wouldn’t have been the same without you!” Jimin shouted at you as you came walking down the dirt path carrying your backpack and tent, Jin following slowly behind you as he sulked.

You immediately dropped all your things and ran towards the boy, his arms wide open as you jumped at him, him catching you in a hug as your legs wrapped around his slim waist. He hugged you tightly, spinning you both around in the process. It had been almost a year since you had seen him, and it had been a year too long.

“Me too! I can’t remember the last time I got to go camping with all of you! We used to do it all the time.” you pointed out after he had set you down, your hands resting on his shoulders. You could hear Jin grumble in irritation as he picked up your discarded things and walked off in the opposite directions to go set up the tent.

“I know. We should try and make it a yearly thing again.” Jimin suggested with a wide smile, his eyes disappearing as he did. You took his face into your hands and squished, making him let out a boyish giggle. “I agree.”

“I fucking hate the outside.” you heard your best friend since preschool complain behind Jimin, your eyes darting around to find him automatically.

“We know, Yoongi. There’s a reason why you’re so pale in comparison to the rest of us.” Hoseok retorted with a laugh, coming up and clamping a hand down onto Yoongi’s shoulder, him quickly jerking away from it with a look of disgust on his sharp features.

“I have sensitive skin, alright!” he shot back, stepping away from Hoseok who just cackled at him. I watched Namjoon slowly walk over to us from his tent, his long legs carrying him smoothly in our direction. “Keep telling yourself that.” he added to the discussion, shooting me a wink as his eyes found mine.

“I hate you guys.” Yoongi snarled, his nose scrunching. Taehyung came bouncing out of what I assumed was he and Jimin’s tent, his feet bare as usual and collecting dirt along his souls. He always said that going barefoot was the best and healthiest way to connect with the earth, and frankly, you agreed. There was nothing better than feeling the cool earth beneath your uncovered feet.

Taehyung was a free spirit and it was part of the reason you loved him so.

“You don’t. That’s why you continue to hang out with us after all these years.” he stated, bounding past his friends and up to you and Jimin, wrapping his tanned arm around Jimin’s narrow shoulders.

“It’s an obligation at this point.” Yoongi mumbled, giving you a hint of a smile that only you caught. “Oh, my dear sweet Yoongi.” you said endearingly.

“Oh, come on, Yoongi. Stop being a fucking killjoy. You enjoy our company and you know it.” Jungkook’s distinguished voice echoed through the open camp site, your eyes almost instantly landing on him, heart fluttering at the sight of his dark eyes boring into yours.

“There you are, Jungkook. We thought you got lost out there.” Jimin exclaimed as he turned away from you, your eyes diverting away from the tall, muscular man as he approached confidently with a large smile on his face. “No, I just went for a long hike. It’s too nice to sit around here listening to Yoongi gripe about how much he hates being outside.” Jimin laughed. “Fair enough.”

Jungkook’s attention then turned to you, making you very aware of Jin’s sudden presence beside you. “Tempest, it’s nice to see you were able to come.” he told you with a soft smile before he acknowledge your boyfriend, holding his hand out to shake in greeting. “Good to see you too, Jin.”

Seokjin refused it, shoving his free hand in his pocket as his other arm wound around your waist. “Seaokjin, and yeah, sure.” Jungkook simply smiled, unaffected by his obvious dislike for him.

“Well, who’s up for a dip before dinner?” Taehyung questioned, hastily diverting attention from the awkward situation that had just been created. Everyone but Jin and Yoongi agreed to it, the two of them eyeing each other darkly.

“Have fun with that, I’m gonna start dinner while you guys dick around.” Yoongi informed us, heading towards the fire pit, beginning to grab all the things he needed.

“I’ll be in my truck.” Jin said, spinning away from you, but you caught his wrist to stop him. “Jin, come on. Come swim with me, please?” you begged, your eyes softening as you tried to convince him. He simply jerked out of your grasp. “No thanks. I don’t really want to feel muck between my toes and seaweed wrapped around my ankles. I’ll be in the truck. Let me know when it’s dinner time.”

“Okay…” you mumbled as you watched your pissed off boyfriend walk away from you. At this point, you were regretting your decision to bring him along. He clearly wasn’t going to change his attitude about the trip, no matter what you did.

“Come on, Temp!” Jungkook’s voice jerks you from your distress, eyes finding him as he peeled the white t-shirt from his torso. He had matured greatly since the last time you had seen him, his abdomen defined, arms bulging and thighs massive in size. You quickly shook yourself out of your trance, getting pulled in by that bunny esque smile before he turned and ran towards the dock, launching himself off of it, all the boys directly behind him.

“I’m coming! Yoongi, come on! You know you want to!” You shouted, yanking the clothes from your body as you followed, revealing your simple black one piece.

“You know I don’t, Temp.” he replied, not even bothering to turn around and just waving his hand. “Party pooper!” you hollered.

“Damn right.”

“You know he’s a lost cause, so don’t even bother!” Hoseok pointed out from the water as he pushed the hair from his eyes before splashing Namjoon with a large wave of water.

“I know, I know.” you said with a laugh, stopping at the edge of the dock and looking down at all five of the tanned men in the water. They were all beautiful in their own unique ways, each a special part of you and each equally as important.

“Jump!” Jimin encouraged as he lept onto his boyfriend’s back, holding him tightly around the neck as they both smiled happily. As you stared at them adoringly, you didn’t realize that Jungkook had dipped under the dock, hoisting himself up silently and sneaking up behind you. Suddenly, you felt hands around your waist, launching you off the dock making you screech out.

“No!” you submerge completely, those strong arms still wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the surface. You inhale sharply, flinging your arms around your assailants neck. Once you opened your eyes, you come face to face with a cackling Jungkook, his red hair in his eyes as he tried to blink the lake water from them.

“Goddammit, Jeon Jungkook!!” you scolded him, smacking his chest, trying to wrench yourself away, but he clung tightly. “You never would have gotten in if I hadn’t done that!” he reasoned, squeezing your hips lightly.

“Yes, I would have!” you defended yourself, finally slipping from his grasp and wading over to Namjoon as quickly as possible to hide behind his tall frame. He darted away from you, leaving you wide open to all four of the other men.

“No, you wouldn't have! You would have just sat on the edge of the dock and yelled at us if we splashed you.” Hoseok said, sloshing through the water in your direction, quickly catching you and spinning you around.

“You guys suck dick.” you complained as they all began to hit you with wave after wave of water, your eyes shut tight as it cascaded over you, your long hair sticking to your face, neck and shoulders.

“Well, some of us do.” Taehyung teased, Jimin punching him in the back before dunking him under the lake water, but swiftly letting him back up.

“Oh my fucking god!” you exclaimed with a laugh, everyone joining in with you in return. Jungkook’s eyes locked on yours, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, biting back a large smile. Your heart drummed in your chest as you looked at him, but was swiftly pulled out of it by Hoseok’s hold being loosened around you.

You were so happy you were able to be there, pissed off boyfriend or not.

Six of you sat around the fire after dinner, Jungkook and Taehyung having went out in search of firewood to keep it blazing for the remainder of the evening. Despite Jin’s obvious disinterest in being there, you continued to have to good time catching up with your childhood friends. You listened to Jimin tell tales of he and Taehyung’s adventures traveling the globe together, wishing you could have been there with them like they had asked you to be.

Hoseok regaled tales of his time spent in New York while his girlfriend had begun her rise to fame in the world of modeling. He told tales of fashion shows and wondrous styles of clothing he had been privileged to see and try on. He had been built for that sort of world and yet, here he was with us, roughing it.

Namjoon spoke of his days as a scholar in the world’s most prestigious colleges, his days spent pouring over books in the most exclusive libraries across the country. How you envied his drive for the history of the world around him, his passion and dedication. He truly had a beautiful mind and it clearly showed, even when he spoke.

As usual, Yoongi sat beside you silently, his eyes focused on the flames before him as it licked at the logs. Yoongi didn’t need to look at anyone for them to know he was listening, because he always was. It may not have looked that way to someone who didn’t know him, but he was always listening.

As Jimin and Hoseok began fighting about whether New York or Paris was better, Jin stood up without a word and began to walk away from the campfire. Your head spun in his direction, body turning in your chair to face his retreating figure.

“Seokjin, where are you going?” you questioned in concern. “I'm walking to the bathroom.” he called over his shoulder, still not bothering to look back.

“We’re outside, dude. Piss in a bush.” Yoongi called out, eyes still locked on the fire, like he couldn’t pull them away from it.

“No thanks, dude. I'll be back, Tempest.”

The conversation around the fire stopped, it becoming eerily quiet as Jin’s figure retreated from your sight. You turned back around in your seat, folding your hands in your lap as you refused to look at any of your friends. Yoongi’s hand rested gently on your thigh, giving it a reassuring pat before disappearing again. Jimin got up from his spot next to Taehyung on a fallen tree that had been converted to a seat, coming over to sit in Jin’s old chair.

“Jin doesn't seem to be having a good time and he's been shooting daggers at Kook all night. Did you finally tell him about you guys.” he asked you, his hand resting on your knee as he looked at you.

“Fuck no! How dumb do you think I am, Park Jimin?” you spat, spinning your head around to make sure Jin wasn’t within earshot anymore. “You seriously haven't told him?!” he gasped, eyes wide in shock. “No! I'd never be able to hang out with you guys ever again if I did!” you whispered harshly, smacking Jimin in the chest in frustration.

“Why the hell are you even with him then, Temp?” Namjoon’s voice broke up you and Jimin’s argument, everyone turning in his direction.

“Seriously. He doesn't like any of us, and we've tried including him for the past three years. He acts like we all have the plague or something.” Hoseok chimed in, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

“He’s not always like that you guys.” you said defensively, feeling all of their eyes on your face. “He is more than he isn't, Tempest.” Jimin stated plainly. He knew the most about your relationship, and unfortunately he was right, but you argued anyway. “You guys don't know that. You aren't around him like I am. He can be sweet and helpful.”

“Can be?” Namjoon inquired, his dark brow arched in skepticism. “You know what I mean, Joonie.” you scoffed at him. “I'm afraid I don't, Temp.” he shot back at you, his expression showing his disbelief in what you were telling him.

“He is literally the opposite of your type.” Yoongi commented.

“Oh look, the silent one finally speaks. Why don’t you go ahead and tell me what exactly my type is, since you seem to know better than I do.” you snapped, bringing your face in his direction.

“Jungkook.” Yoongi replied plainly with a shrug of his shoulders. “Why won’t you guys let that go? We broke up like six years ago.” you huffed out, becoming slightly irritated at the way the conversation was turning out. “Because neither of you seem to have let it go.” he continued.

“What are you even talking about? I've been dating someone else for three years!” you reminded him, turning your whole body to him and craning your head to meet his dark eyes. Those deep pools slowly drifted to yours, saying nothing, but eyes saying everything he wanted to.

“And yet both you and Jungkook still look at each other like you did in high school. We all see it. Why can't you guys?” Hoseok made clear, eyes locked on you, just like everyone else around the fire.

“He literally hasn't dated anyone seriously since you.” Jimin told you, beginning to rub your leg comfortingly. “What does that have to do with me?” you asked of him, confused why this conversation was still happening.

“Everything, Tempest. You're his white whale. Something he has never been able to catch and keep.” Namjoon’s soothing voice echoed through the open space, sending a calming feeling over you, like it always was able to do. “Why is that my fault?” you asked him, your voice quiet now. He gave you a gentle smile, one that could soothe even the darkest of moods.

“It isn't. It's both of your fault for not seeing how much you guys actually mean to each other.” he answered honestly, making your heart drop into your stomach.

“You guys really need to let this go.”

“Let what go?”

Everyone’s head spun in the direction of Jungkook’s voice, spotting him and Taehyung emerging from the trees. There was silence among the six of you, everyone glancing around at one another in panic.

“Temp thinks the earth is flat.” Yoongi broke the silence.

“Seriously, Temp?” Jungkook’s face didn’t hide his shock at Yoongi’s statement, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Goddammit, Yoongi. No I don't!” you exclaimed loudly, shoving his chair so hard it tipped over with him in it. He didn’t even say anything, just pushed his chair aside and lay back on his elbows on the ground.

“It's true. She does.” Hoseok agreed, smacking his own thigh as he laughed. Jimin jumped up from is seat, knocking it over as he pointed at you accusingly. “I heard it! She said the earth is flat!”

“I'm ashamed of you, Tempest.” Namjoon said as he hid a smile while shaking his head.

“I can’t believe I'm still friends with you guys after all the bullshit you put me through.” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands as you dropped your head between your knees. Yoongi chuckled from the ground beside you.

“You fucking love us.”

A distant rumble of thunder could be heard, everyone glancing up at the sky above. You could see clouds beginning to block out the stars. Raindrops began to fall, splashing along your exposed skin, sending a shiver through you.

“Fuck! The rain was supposed to hold off until tomorrow night!” Taehyung yelled loudly in complaint, throwing his hood over his head. Jungkook drops all the wood in his strong arms, them thudding loudly against the dirt.

“It's just a little rain. It'll probably stop soon.” he says cheerfully, patting Namjoon on the back before sitting down beside him.

And just like that, it begins to downpour.

“Way to jinx it, asshat.” Yoongi grumbles at him as he jumps up, the quickest he’s ever moved in all his life.

“Why do you have to be such a dick?” Jungkook shouts over the booming rain, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up as well as he watched Yoongi dash for his unshared tent.

“Everyone get to your tents before you get too wet!” Namjoon calls out, behaving like the leader he always has been. You can hear Hoseok’s laugh in the distance, making you smile despite the rain soaking through your clothes.

“That's what she said!” he shouts.

“Shut up, Hoseok!” all the boys seemed to shout in unison, laughter ringing through the air anyway.

“Tempest, get in your tent!” Jungkook demanded, your eyes meeting his through the sleeting rain. You both just stood there, staring at one another, unmoving until you remembered that Jin was out there still.

“I have to find Seokjin!” you told him as you darted in the direction of the bathrooms. You could hear Jungkook’s footsteps trailing behind you, but stopping suddenly when Jin’s figure appeared.

“Seokjin! There you are, hurry and get back to the tent!” you called out to him, holding your hand out for him to take. “No, Tempest. I'm going home. I hate the rain and I'm certainly not sleeping in a tent while it does and waking up damp and gross in the morning.” he responded, his feet carrying him in the direction of his truck instead of you.

“But, Seokjin, you promised me you would try to enjoy yourself with me this weekend.” you reminded him, feeling your bottom lip begin to quiver. “There’s nothing enjoyable about this, Tempest. You can either come home with me or stay here. Either way, I'm going.” he snapped at you, head turning with a deep scowl twisting his handsome face.

“I'm not ditching my friends when I promised to be here to celebrate a special time for them.” you shouted at him in anger. “Have it your way. I'm going home. I don't know if I'll be around when you get back either.” he returned that anger, marching off without a second glance.

“Fine! Be that way, Seokjin! All any of us have ever done is try to make you feel welcome and you just refuse it. Go home and sulk for all I care! Actually, just pack your shit and leave!” you screamed, not caring that all of your friends were hearing the discourse, despite the heavy rainfall.

“I fucking will!” he responded back, though you could not see him anymore. You heard his truck door slam, the sound of dirt and stones flinging everywhere as his tires grabbed the mud and peeled out.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you turned to walk to the tent you had intended to share with him, your chest hurting immensely. Your clothes were soaked through and through, your hair stuck to your face and neck as you crawled inside the dry space. You grabbed a spare towel from your backpack, drying yourself as best you could while you continued to sob, realizing three years of your life had just gone down the drain.

“Tempest, are you alright?” you heard Jungkook’s voice call over the pelting rain against your tent. “No.” you answered, unsure whether or not he heard you over the noise. “Can I come in?” the zipper moved slightly, but stopped. “If you wanna see me crying like a bitch, then sure, why the fuck not.” you agreed, pulling the soping sweatshirt off your shaking frame.

He fully unzipped the flap, quickly stepping in and shutting it to keep out the rain. At that moment, you were thankful that Seokjin had been so adamant about getting the largest ten he possibly could, leaving enough space between your sleeping bags to sit without getting them all wet. Jungkook sat with his legs crossed directly across from you, looking almost like a wet golden retriever as he gazed at you. You handed over the towel to him, a small smile forming on his lips in gratitude.

“I'm sorry about Jin, Temp.” he whispered after he had removed his own sweatshirt and dried off as much as he could. You took the towel from his large hand, tossing it in the corner. The two of you sat in silence for a bit, you looking down at your hands as fresh tears fell from your eyes.

“Why are you sorry? It's not like it matters to you how he treats me, Jungkook.” you finally told him. His hand reached out, brushing the tears from your face with the pads of his fingers, taking you by surprise at the intimate gesture.

“Why would you say that? It definitely matters to me how he treats you. I care about you.” he stated, pulling himself closer to you until your knees were touching. “Well, you don't have to and I don't even know why you would after all these years. Especially after how I ended things with you after six years of dating.” he sighed, his tan face morphing in sympathy.

“Tempest, how we ended doesn't change how much you have always meant to me, and it never will.” your eyes finally met his for the first time since he entered. They were big, locked on your face and beginning to well with tears.

“Why? Why are you so forgiving? I bring the guys I've dated around you and you're always so polite and kind to them and me. I don't deserve that at all.” you confessed, your voice cracking slightly. He took your face into both of his hands, bringing your foreheads together.

“I could never be the one to cause your unhappiness, Tempest. You were unhappy when we ended, and I couldn't bear to continue making you that way. I would rather us not be together and you be happy, than with me and miserable.” he explained quietly, bumping his nose against yours.

“Have you really thought that it was you that made me unhappy for all these years, Jungkook?” you inquired, your fingers reaching to clutch onto his damp white shirt. “Well, yeah. I mean, that's the only logical reason. You don't stay with someone if you aren't happy with them or your relationship.” he revealed, pulling back slightly to look at you.

“I was never unhappy with you, Kookie. I was unhappy with me. I loved you more than anything and wanted you to be at your best, and that certainly wasn't with me.” a sob escaped your lips, your head dipping down to hide your face from his view. He quickly pulled you back up to look at him, shaking his head as a tear slid down his cheek.

“I was always happy with you! You were my best friend, the first person I ever held hands with, kissed, touched...made love to. You were and are still everything to me, Tempest! I've only ever wanted you to be where you are the happiest, even if it's without me.” your hand came up to hold his cheek after his dropped from your face, almost defeated. He eagerly leaned into your caress as you sat there silently, the rain still beating down on the tent.

“Why didn't we talk more, Jungkook?” you asked him softly, thumb brushing his cheekbone in comfort.

“Because we were twenty-one years old, Temp. We didn't really know how.”

The two of you sat quietly once again, your hand still resting along his face, his coming up to wrap around your wrist. His fingers felt as if they were burning your cold skin, his touch reminding you how much you had always missed him. Seokjin’s touch had never felt the same as Jungkook’s had, not inducing the same feelings that you were experiencing from something as simple as his hand holding your wrist.

“I miss you, Jungkook. I've missed you for so long.” you whispered, gazes locked. “I've missed you since the day you left, Tempest.” he replied, more tears falling from his dark eyes.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his softly. He immediately took your face into his hands, pulling you closer, almost desperately. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up on your knees as your lips molded together nearly perfectly. You felt his legs uncross, carefully moving each onto either side of your legs so he could scoot himself closer to you, his groin pressed against your thighs. You felt his tongue dip out, touching your bottom lip briefly before he pulled away entirely and looked up at you.

“Tempest…I--I don’t want you to do this if you're going to regret it after. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.” he informed you, his body trembling from being soaked to the bone for so long.

“The only thing I regret is thinking that my life would work without you.” you expressed to him as your lips kissed him carefully. He removed your hand from his face, taking yours in his and looking up at you with a serious look on his face.

“I need you to be sure. I don't know how easy it will be to stop once I touch you. You're all I've thought about for six years.” he probed further, not taking his eyes off of you for a single moment.

“I'm beyond sure, Jungkook. Please, just touch me. I need you more than I've ever needed anyone else.”

Jungkook moved back, getting up on his knees with you and taking your face into his hands once again. His lips came down on yours roughly, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips. You grabbed at his back desperately, bringing his hard body flush to yours, feeling every dip and curve of every muscle against you. His hands left your face, moving down to grab at your ass, the denim feeling as if it was plastered against your flesh and he palmed you.

“Let’s get these wet clothes off and warm up before we get sick.” Jungkook suggested with a smirk, fingers toying with the hem of your black shirt. You let him remove it, the wet fabric peeling from your skin slowly. His cold shivering lips immediately came down to kiss along the swell of your breast.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your skin.” he said to you as he brought his mouth back to yours, his kiss hot and desperate. Your fingers carded through his wet hair, tugging on it as his mouth began sucking along the column of your neck.

You grabbed at his white shirt, removing him from you reluctantly to yank the shirt over his head. Once his tanned chest was revealed to you, your fingers instantly went to touch him. You traced along every curve of his well muscled chest, all the way down to the button of his tight black jeans.

“Get these off, Kook.” you demanded, popping open the button and unzipping the fly.

“You first.”

Without hesitation, you sat up and began tugging off your jeans, struggling due to how stuck to your skin they were. Jungkook let out a laugh, the thunderous sound of the rain still beating against the tent muffling any noise inside of it. You sat on the ground, your pants stuck at your thighs, trying to kick them off and failing. Jungkook crawled towards you, his large hands landing on your thighs as he continued to laugh, fingers quickly finding the edge of your waistband.

“Let me help you with that.” he teased, the muscles in his arms flexing as he ripped them from your legs in one go, tossing them away haphazardly before taking off his own.

You were both left in your underwear at this point, both shivering uncontrollably from being wet for so long. Jungkook grabbed your wrist and dragged you back to him, arms winding around your waist as he graced your skin with his lips.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Tempest.” he said as he took your face into his hands, his dark eyes searching your expression. Leaning down, you kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

“I just want you to love me, Jungkook.” you told him gently, legs winding around his waist as you clung to him.

“I already do.” he whispered, bumping his nose to yours endearingly with a smile.

“Show me.”

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss, hands dipping under the band of your lace boy short underwear to grip your ass while pulling you into him, his hard cock pressing into your core. You ground down into him, making a muffled moan pass through his lips into your mouth as he kissed you. Getting up off of his lap, you tugged on the band of his underwear, him hastily lifting his backside for you to pull his underwear off completely.

His thick cock sprang free, it a deep crimson and leaking already. Your hand immediately reached out to grab it, a gasp tumbling from his heaving chest as you flicked over the head with your thumb. His hands went to your underwear, yanking them down to your knees, stopping there because that’s what you were resting on. You released his length and shimmied out of them, him taking the opportunity to unhook your damp lace bra and pull it from your frame.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” he confessed, yanking you back to him and forcing you to sit on his lap, nestling his dick between your dripping folds. “I could say them say about you, Jeon Jungkook. Though, I have always thought that.” you told him, kissing along his jaw as he rotated his hips, dragging himself between your lips slowly.

He kissed you once again, his tongue pushing past the barrier of your lips as one hand intertwined into your hair and the other gripped his hardness, lining up with your pussy. You didn’t wait for him, just dropped yourself down, sheathing him inside of you completely, both letting out a sigh of relief. Your head landed on his shoulder, teeth sinking into the skin there as you both remained motionless.

“If I move now, I’ll lose it. I want to be inside of you as long as possible.” he confessed into your neck, his breathing heavy and hot along your cold flesh. Your fingers smoothed along his muscular back, nails digging into him as his hips began to move languidly.

“I don’t care what you do, I just want you.” you rasped out before he gave you a hard thrust, knocking the breath from you. “You have me, Temp. You always have.” your lips collided, undulating your core against him, clit rubbing against his pubic bone as he began to drill into you.

His hands gripped your ass roughly, squeezing and pulling you into him as he fucked you. You raked your hands through his dark red locks, jerking his head back to attach your mouth to his, tongues battling against one another as you ground into each other. He suddenly pulled his mouth away from yours, moving down to latch onto a perked nipple, lips wrapping around it and sucking.

Your head tilted back, pushing your chest towards his face as one hand came down to rest along his thick thigh. He wrapped his hands around your waist, fingers digging into your ribs as he held you in place while he flicked his tongue over your nipple rapidly. You grabbed at his hair again, holding tightly as he moved to the other breast, pulling it between his teeth. A loud whine escaped you, it sounding almost like you were begging for relief from the pleasure.

Jungkook suddenly lifted you off of his cock, making you gasp out when your back hit your cold sleeping bag. He let out a snicker at your surprise, his lips attacking your neck and sucking what would be dark mark into your skin tomorrow as he dove back into you without warning. You slid your arms under his, your hands grabbing his ass as he thrust fast and hard. Both of your moans filled the tent, the rain still beating against the fabric and drowning out the sounds.

“I love you, Jungkook.” you whispered against his lips after you had taken his face into your hands to look him in the eyes. He kissed you passionately, fingers curling around the back of your neck as the other held one of your thighs around his waist.

“I love you, so much, Tempest.”

You could feel your climax approaching rapidly, his cock dragging along your walls perfectly, as he always had done. As if he could feel it coming, his hand came down between the two of you, two fingers pressing to your aching pearl and rubbing. You let out a cry, back arching off the ground as he fucked into you even harder.

“Come on, cum for me.” he growled into your jaw before giving you an extra hard snap of his hips, the sound of skin echoing throughout the tent. “Fuck, Jungkook!” you cried, wrapping your legs around him tightly as the coil inside you began to tighten further. “That’s my girl, cum around my cock.” he ordered, his voice deep and out of breath next to your ear.

One last deep thrust and he sent you over the edge, your high hitting you hard, white spots erupting behind your eyes, making you see stars. He felt you constrict around him, his mouth falling open as his pace began to sputter, groans leaving his throat before you felt him release into you. He connected your lips as you both came, clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it. You helped each other through your orgasms, drawing it out as long as possible before stilling completely.

Jungkook collapsed on top of you, still lodged inside of you as he held you around the waist, his head on your chest as you caught your breath. Your fingers carded through his still wet hair, eyes closed as you listened to the sound of the rain, it soothing you as much as the weight of Jungkook on top of you was. He suddenly sat up, resting on his elbows as he looked down at you with a smile.

“I love you.” he said softly, kissing your lips with more love than Seokjin ever could have. “I love you too.” he planted one last kiss to your lips before removing himself from you, getting up and grabbing his wet underwear and pulling them on. You watched him in confusion, him quickly noticing.

“I’m going to go grab my bag. I’ll be right back.” he bent down and gave you one last reassuring kiss before exiting the tent, hearing a yelp as the cold rain hit him, making you laugh.

You crawled over and grabbed the towel from the corner early, cleaning yourself up before taking a fresh sweatshirt from your bag and slipping it on. You grabbed both sleeping bags, unzipping them and using the trick Jungkook had taught you years ago to make one big sleeping bag. Just as you finished up, the zipper of the tent sounded, a wet Jungkook stepping in and tossing his bag into the corner. He shook the water from his hair and tan skin, a shiver racking through him.

“Hey, you remembered the sleeping bag trick.” he pointed out proudly as he pulled fresh underwear from his bag and pulled them on, not even bothering to dry off first.

“Of course I did. How could I forget? Here, dry off before you get into my expensive sleeping bags.” you told him as you tossed another fresh towel his way with a chuckle. He beamed at you, doing what you asked before launching himself at you.

You both crawled underneath the sleeping bags, him wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, your legs intertwining. He was cold to the touch, but you didn’t care. Not as long as it was him beside you and no one else. You kissed his chest tenderly, hand resting along his abdomen as his fingers ran along your back underneath your giant sweatshirt.

“Wait a minute,” Jungkook said, pushing you away from him, making your heart seemingly stop in panic. “Is that my sweatshirt?!” he exclaimed, a sigh of relief leaving you and then a laugh. “Yes, it is.” he pouted his lower lip at you, then pulled you back to your place on his chest.

“You always were a thief. Stealing my heart and my sweatshirts.” you laughed so loud you snorted, covering your mouth with your hand. “Could you get any cheesier, Jeon Jungkook?” he craned his head to look down at you, smiling widely.

“As much and as long as you’ll let me, Tempest.” you tilted your chin, leaning upwards to kiss him lovingly.

“I can live with that.”

“Tempest! You made it!!” Jimin screeched, running towards you at full speed with his arms open wide. You laughed as he hugged you much more gently than you had anticipated him to. “Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss it.” you pointed out after he pulled away.

“I brought a little someone along with me too.” you informed him happily. “I know you did!” Jimin dropped to the dirt and began kissing your well rounded tummy, making you smack him on the head jokingly.

“That’s not what I meant, Jimin! I brought Kookie!” you exclaimed, dragging him to his feet, his eyes looking behind you to find Jungkook with his arms full of camping gear, but a wide smile on his face regardless.

Once he reached your side, he dropped your things and quickly wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you to him, his lips landing on yours, filling you with all the love he had to give to you in one simple kiss. He kissed your forehead before winding his arm around your shoulders, snuggling you into his side.

“If I didn’t love the two of you together, you would make me physically sick right now.” Yoongi complained, a smirk on those pouty lips.

“I know, Yoongi. I know.” Jungkook replied, giving the top of your head one last kiss before picking up your things and taking it to your spot for the weekend.

“We’re glad you’re here, Temp. Together.” Jimin told you, kissing your hand before walking away. “Me too, Jimin.” you whispered as he walked away.

Your eyes wandered around the campsite, looking at the six men who had molded you into the woman you were today, appreciating each one of them individually. You had no idea how you had spent so many years without their company, because it was hard to imagine it at this point. Not after the year you had just spent with Jungkook and them.

Your life had always been missing something without them.

“I told you.” Yoongi’s voice startled you, head turning in his direction as he stood beside you now. “Told me what?” you questioned as you slipped your hand into his, him eagerly intertwining your fingers.

“I told you Jungkook was your type.” you both chuckled, looking out over all of your friends. “Yeah, you did. You were right, Min Yoongi.” you admitted willingly.

“I always am.”

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lambroseforlife · 6 years

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High school lambrose

Since this suggestion said “high school” and not “secondary”, I’m just assuming that anon wanted this to take place somewhere in North America during a modern time period since there technically was no existence of “high school” in the 1800s.

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“Ahhh.” Lilly exhaled in relief when the car’s engine shut off, parked at its destination. She stretched out her limbs, propping her feet on top of the dashboard, her battered black Converse high tops nearly scuffing the front window.

From her left, she felt a frosty glare burrow into her tanned legs, exposed by the pair of shorts she was wearing. A moment of cold silence passed before an equally icy tone filled the small space of the car — in her opinion, far more effective than the air conditioning system.

“Feet. Off. Now.”

“Alright, alright.” Lilly grumbled, complying at the command. She turned expectantly to the driver sitting next to her.

The car may have been a used one, but was recently purchased as a present to him from his parents shortly after he had passed the driving test and received his license. Their insistence to him that it was both a privilege and a responsibility to have a car was one that he held remarkably to utmost seriousness.

His sea-colored eyes reflected annoyance as he reached over in front of her to open the glovebox, pulling out a white cloth and rubbing at the area on the dashboard where her shoes had been. She glared at him.

“Oh, come on! I just threw these in the laundry last week.” She protested, gesturing to her high tops.

He cast a distasteful glance downwards at her feet, clearly unconvinced at the sight of the faded, worn-down shoes before vigorously wiping down the dashboard for a few more seconds. He returned the cloth back to the glovebox and closed it, still not saying anything.

Lilly sighed. “Rick, live a little. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”

He finally broke the silence, raising a black eyebrow. “Celebrating what?”

“You know, finishing high school? Surviving eight torturous hours of classes five days a week for the past four years?”

“Technically, we still haven’t received our diplomas yet. Nor do we know our final grades for this semester.” He pointed out coolly.

“Don’t be a buzzkill. Graduation is tomorrow and I bet you aced all your exams like usual. I’ll eat my shoes otherwise.”

He snorted. “Very well, celebration it is then. Is that why you didn’t want to go home yet?”

“Yep.” She chirped. She opened the car door and stepped out, with Rick following suit.

They had just departed from an outing with the rest of their friends at the town’s local diner. The place had been packed, with many of their other classmates there as well to feast for the occasion. To say the least, the diner would have stellar business for the night but also one hell of a cleanup job afterwards. Lilly decided she had socialized enough once the noise level had reached to a peak, enough to be headache-inducing. After promising to meet up with their group before and after tomorrow’s ceremony, both she and Rick had left since he was her ride for the evening. Once they sat in his car, she told him that she wanted to make a quick stop at a particular place. He was surprised but nonetheless, silently obliged.

A gust of hot air blew in her face when she closed the car door. Grumbling, she pulled her hair back into a short ponytail using the hair tie around her wrist in a vain attempt to mitigate the frizz from the summer weather. Lilly could already feel the heat clinging to her skin and hear the mosquitos buzzing about in the humid air. She was thankful that she had remembered last minute to spray on repellant before leaving the house.

Rick locked the car before falling in step beside her. They said nothing as they trekked a short distance through the grass, finally sitting side-by-side on a concrete bench directly under a lamppost.

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark track pants, speaking up.

“So…” Rick began. “Any particular reason you wanted come here?”

“Kinda.” A deep crease settled by the corner of her frown while her nose scrunched. He recognized it as the expression she wore whenever she was lost in thought.

She continued. “I wanted to have some time to think among all this…craziness.”

He waited for her to elaborate.

“I dunno. It just feels like everything happened so suddenly, you know? First it was college applications, then semester exams, then waiting on college acceptances, then club activities and dances, and then even more exams. Now we’re graduating tomorrow. Like, bam!” She clapped her hands for extra emphasis. “Where did all the time go this year?”

“You’re right.” He spoke quietly. “Things felt hectic.”

“Exactly! And soon we’re all supposed to be going off into the adult world. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really excited. For starters, it’ll be nice not having to ask for permission every time I want to go to the restroom.” She rolled her eyes at the absurd concept. “But still, at the same time I don’t feel ready having to say goodbye to all the friends I made. Meeting new people. Moving to a new environment by myself. Like I’m being thrown into this all at once and I’m so damn sure that I’m going to screw up.”

“Then screw up.”

“What?” She turned her head to glare at him directly. “How could you say that?”

“Look,” he explained calmly. “You’ve made mistakes before and you’re going to make them again. Expecting to not make mistakes is, frankly, rather stupid. What matters is how you use those mistakes. You’re going to meet all kinds of people, ones that you’ll get along with and ones that you won’t. And you being you, you’ll probably make some really dumb decisions along the way too. But also being you, you’ll reflect on that and learn from them. Life would be dull and boring without its challenges.”

She stared at him, her dark brown eyes widened and her mouth slightly ajar.

His voice lowered. “Don’t forget, you’re not alone in all of this. We are in the same boat together and we both will do stupid things in the future. It’s guaranteed to happen. But we are going to the same college and you know you can rely on me whenever you need it. I’ll always have your back, Lilly.”

Her eyes were watery. “Have you considered switching your major to Philosophy instead?” She choked out, leaning forward to pull him in for a hug.

“Tempting, but I’ll pass.” He muttered into her ear as his arms wrapped around her.

Pulling away, the pads of his thumbs wiped at the moisture leaking out of her eyes. “I thought we were supposed to be celebrating?”

She coughed out a laugh, sniffling then hiccupping. “They’re happy tears.”

They sat back to their original positions, settling into a comfortable silence for several minutes.

Lilly raised her legs, bringing her feet on the bench and tucking her knees under her chin. While in her curled position, she stared ahead with her large brown eyes focused in the distance.

“Do you remember when we first met?” She slowly asked.

From the corner of her vision, she could see the teenage boy next to her shoot her an incredulous look.

“All I remember from our kindergarten days was you constantly ruining my finger paintings by smearing your grubby hands all over them.”

“Good times.” One corner of her mouth quirked up in a devilish smirk. “You used to cry for an hour afterwards.”

“I did not.” He scoffed. “Why are you asking me about our first meeting?”

“Because I don’t remember,” she confessed sheepishly. “So I was hoping that you did. But I do remember how we used to always hang out here at the park on weekends.”

He chuckled. “Back when the biggest problems were who got to go down the slide first and use the shovel in the sandbox.” His nodded in the direction of the playground out in the distance.

“Life used to be so much easier back then.” Lilly frowned. “What happened?”

“Like with everything else, time happened.” He simply said.

She pouted. “From the wise words of Einstein, ‘time is an illusion.’”

“Technically it’s freedom that is an illusion, not time.”

She gave him a bland look. “Let’s not argue about this again like last time.”

They settled into comfortable silence once more. A few minutes passed until Lilly spoke up again.

“Rick?” She asked in a small voice, glancing sideways at him.

He met her gaze. “Yes, Lilly?”

“I, um, wanted to thank you. For all that you did for me during our senior year, especially at the beginning. It’s because of you that I’m even able to participate tomorrow.”

He stared at her, perplexed, and she elaborated.

“You know…the dress code incident.”

Sometime during the start of the school year on a particularly warm day, Lilly had worn a red scoop neck blouse that had exposed her collarbone and partially her shoulders. Their widely unpopular school principal, Mr Ellingham, had spotted her during the lunch period and declared that she had violated student conduct for dress code rules. Despite Rick lending her his hoodie to cover up, Lilly had been written up for a two week suspension and sent home, with her privilege to walk at the graduation ceremony revoked. The official reason given had been stated as “insubordination”, but it was obvious to Lilly that Mr Ellingham had never really liked her or her witty disposition from previous disputes — readily using the first available opportunity for his own subjective motivations.

To put it lightly, Rick was livid when he found out what had happened. As vice president of the student council, he had wasted no time in subtly spreading news of the incident. Within two days, the entire school had heard and was in a state of unrest. News had spread within the county and even out of state as well, all thanks to social media. When Rick had also informed his mother, she had taken direct action. As an active member of the school’s parent-teacher association and a distinguished generous patron of the school district, Samantha Genevieve Ambrose had wasted no time in bringing awareness among her extensive social circle, which included those on the town’s council and newspaper staff.

By the time Lilly’s suspension had ended and she was back in school, Rick had informed her that the school and the district had been on the receiving end for public complaints and anonymous threats for the overly harsh treatment towards an honor roll student with a clean record for no previous incidents of misconduct. A few months later, Mr Ellingham had resigned and had been replaced by Mrs Gibbons, an older, no-nonsense lady with a heart of gold. The new principal had been well-liked by the student body instantly, especially by Lilly for giving her a written formal apology on behalf of the school and clearance to participate in the graduation ceremony.

Understanding dawned on Rick’s face as he recalled the whirlwind of overwhelming events from the year. “You don’t need to thank me for that. I was just doing what any student council member– no, what any person with decent morals would have done.”

“But still…you were the one that spoke up about it first and it means a lot to me. And also just for these past four years in general. I never got to say it properly but I really appreciate everything that you did. How much you looked out for me.”

“Who are you and what have you done with the real Lilly Linton?” He squinted at her suspiciously.

She lightly punched him in the arm. “Don’t ruin the moment, I’m trying to be nice here.”

“Nice? I guess miracles really do happen.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Why are we best friends again?”

“I have no idea.” His face was deadpan but his eyes sparkled with amusement. “You tell me.”

She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes.

“But thank you as well.” He added seriously, with sincerity. “For being by my side during all these years, Lilly.”

She looked at him for a moment then reached over and squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. Letting go, she abruptly stood up.

“Alright, let’s go now. We’ve stayed long enough and the air here is making us both sappy. I need my beauty sleep for tomorrow anyway.”

He rose from the bench and they left the park. They walked back to his car, her arm linked with his.

— — —

Rivulets of sweat trickled down Lilly’s neck as she squinted up at the weathered brick building in front of her. Placing a tanned hand over her eyes to shield from the sun’s harsh glare, she stared wistfully at the familiar black plaque letters above the main entrance

Empire High School.

She pulled her phone out from her small crossbody purse to glance at the time. 8:43 A.M., the brightly-lit screen displayed. She was early, all of the seniors were supposed to meet in the gymnasium by 9:30 in preparation to go over the ceremony procession order.

Lilly yawned, casting off any traces of sleepiness as her hand reached out and grabbed the metal handle of the door. It was unexpectedly hot, absorbent of the outside heat. She yelped and flinched, yanking the door open as fast as possible before slipping inside.

A cool gust of air hit her face, and she instinctively closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of the air-conditioned interior of the school. A bittersweet feeling washed over her, knowing that it was the last time she had entered the place as a student. It had been a crucial part of her life for the past four years — with hours spent in the library fussing over chemistry notes, gossip exchanged in passing while going to lockers, lunch periods filled with comically absurd discussions, and after-school meetings reserved for dreaded group projects.

She walked through the maze of empty hallways, frowning when she could not spot another student in sight. She fiddled with the golden graduation cap pinned to her hair and adjusted the matching golden gown draped over her arm.

As she drew closer to the gym’s entrance, she could hear laughter. A turn of the corner and she saw some of her classmates already in their attire, chattering animatedly with their friends and taking pictures. Some of them smiled in greeting and even waved when they noticed her, the dress code incident having made her more well-known among her peers. It was something that had bothered her at earlier in the year until she became used to it with time, learning to automatically smile and wave back.

“There she is!” A voice squealed excitedly.

A second later, something slammed into her. Hard. She wheezed and stumbled back, the breath knocked out of her lungs. She steadied herself, ready to give a piece of her mind to the person that had rudely crashed into her. Looking up, she saw who it was and her glare melted when she recognized the wildly grinning face of Eve Sanders.

She gave Lilly a slow once-over, nodding her head in approval. “Well, well, well. You look amazing if I do say so myself. That dress is gorgeous on you.”

“Thanks.” Lilly glanced down at the burgundy skirt of her dress that flowed to her knees. “The same goes for you too, Eve.” She appraised the small bit of the white floral print dress peeking out from her unzipped graduation gown.

Her two other best friends, Patsy Cusack and Flora Milton emerged into view. They were fully attired in the golden graduation gown, cap and matching tassel assigned to all of the graduating females. Lilly gave them both a hug.

“We have to take pictures.” Flora insisted, taking out her phone. They posed for a few pictures until Eve asked them to wait.

“I have to keep fixing my hair.” She complained, tugging at it. “The humidity outside made it all frizzy.”

“I’m pretty sure the heat melted half of my makeup off already. I bet I can pass for a haunted wax doll after today.” Lilly remarked.

“Ugh. Girls, girls! You’re both pretty. Can I go home now?” Patsy quipped.

Eve and Lilly glared at Patsy.

“Children’s movie quotes? How original.” Lilly sarcastically commented.

It was Patsy’s turn to glare this time, scowling at her.

Lilly turned and spotted an approaching familiar face in the distance. She went up to him.

“May I say,” she said a sickly-sweet tone while fluttering her eyelashes, “that navy blue graduation gown really brings out the color of your eyes?”

Rick’s face turned sour. “You absolutely may not. Speaking of graduation gowns, why aren’t you wearing yours yet?”

She sighed. “It was too hot outside. Don’t you feel it too? You’re wearing two thick layers of dark colors.” She nodded to the hem of his black dress pants peeking out from the bottom of his customary male blue graduation gown that nicely contrasted with her golden one, the two school colors in sync.

“The heat isn’t as bad as you think. You’re just being dramatic.”

“Or you’re obviously a robot.” She mumbled under her breath.

“I heard that.”

A group of classmates approached him and he turned to speak with them. Shaking her head, Lilly headed back to her group of friends, putting on her gown and zipping it up. Together they headed to the gym, forced to separate into clusters based on the first letter of their last name.

What proceeded afterwards could only be described as boring, with her former history teacher, Mr Pearson, attempting to arrange the students in her group alphabetically and droning on in a monotonous tone for “appropriate presentation”.

When they finally filed out of the gym and onto the athletic field an hour later, Lilly felt a short-lived sense of relief which quickly dissipated once she went out into the heat. The sun was unforgiving on all those trapped in its presence, the multitude of floppy hats and waving hand-held paper fans as tell-tale signs within the sea of people seated in plastic folding chairs on the field’s trimmed grass.

The tones cut from a section of Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance ‎March No. 1 played as the typical designated graduation theme song while they stepped onto the grass. The groups of students walked in two separate lines down the center of the two halves of the group of chairs.

Ten minutes later and Lilly was internally screaming, still standing out in the sweltering sun while her group waited for their turn to be seated. She felt like she was turning into a baked potato from the heat, the square top of her graduation cap not wide enough to provide shade for her face. Under her graduation gown, she could feel her dress plastered to her skin from the sweat and her ears wanted to bleed from hearing the same music played on loop. She had seen Rick enter among the first of students and sit at the first row, as per the alphabetical order of last names.

When she was able to finally enter an empty row of chairs and sit down, she passed the rest of the time waiting for the other seniors to be seated by perusing through the booklet of graduation ceremony agenda, a copy set on each empty chair. The last row of students sat down another thirty minutes later and Lilly let out a sigh, leaning back into her chair as the principal, Mrs Gibbons, opened the ceremony.

The rest of the event passed by without a hitch. Speeches were made by the selected speakers, both graduating seniors and favored faculty members. Heartfelt songs were performed by those from the music club, from their own original compositions. When the time came to bring the seniors forward to individually receive their diplomas, a hush fell through the crowd. The graduating students automatically straightened in their seats, ready for the moment that they had all been waiting for since the start of the year.

They were dismissed by rows, ascending to the stage one by one after their names were announced. When a “Rikkard Ambrose” was called, people cheered for their vice president and Lilly jumped out of her chair, whooping excitedly, earning laughter from those around her. A certain boy, tall and lean with sea-colored eyes, saw her and shook his head in embarrassment as he stepped forward and accepted the embellished proof for something he had worked rigorously to achieve, with the aid of sheer willpower and countless hours of skipped sleep.

When the turn came for her row, she exhaled deeply, squaring her shoulders as she rose. She walked in line with the rest of her classmates to the stage, silently hoping that she wouldn’t awkwardly trip. The stage’s center drew closer and closer with each person in front of her called. Until finally…

“Lillian Linton.”

Lilly felt as if she were in a dream as she stepped forward towards Mrs Gibbons, who held her diploma in an outstretched hand.

Cheering erupted from the crowd, people chanting her name. From her family, from her friends and everyone that had been sympathetic to her plight and supportive to her cause. Lilly couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes as she reached her principal, accepting the diploma and shaking her hand.

“Congratulations. You earned it.” The older lady smiled proudly at her and Lilly beamed back.

She posed for pictures on the side of stage with the other faculty, taken by a professional photographer hired by the school and then descended the stairs onto the grass, heading back to her row and sitting in her seat.

The rest of the procession passed by without a hitch and once the last row of students returned to their seats, Mrs Gibbons spoke to the crowd again.

“Will the graduating class please rise?”

They all did in perfect synchronization, Lilly’s heartbeat hammering furiously in anticipation.

“For the final closing gesture, you all may now move your tassels from right to left as you all have now…officially graduated!”

Thunderous cheering and roaring applause erupted from the crowd of attendees as the now-former students moved their tassels. Someone– Lilly did not know who– threw their graduation cap into the air, and the rest of her former classmates followed suit. Carefully unpinning her cap from her styled hair, she threw hers also– but not very high, as she wished to keep it as a memento.

The crowd began to scatter, as the new graduates wished to reunite with their families and their friends. People were crying and hugging, while others were laughing and cheering together. Lilly turned to head in the direction for her parents and sisters when she spotted a recognizable figure towering above the other graduates.

She pushed her way through the sea of gold and navy blue gowns, heading towards the person. When she finally reached him, he was facing away from her so she tugged on his gown’s sleeve. He sharply turned around and upon recognizing her, he wordlessly pulled her to him.

They embraced each other fiercely for an immeasurable amount of time, her head tucked into his chest. In that moment, Lilly didn’t care if her makeup got on his gown or that he was also sweaty as well. All she knew that in that very moment, both of them had shared something special together: that feeling of accomplishment when reaching a milestone.

They pulled away but still refused to let go of each other completely, their hands grasping onto each other’s forearms. After staring at one another in disbelief, only then fully registering that they had just graduated high school, they both began to laugh.

Lilly let out a boisterous giggle while Rick just chuckled, a faint smile on his face while his broad shoulders shook. Their amusement died down eventually and they regarded each other with a look of understanding, recalling the previous night’s conversation.

“Onto something new?” He asked, and she nodded in confirmation.

“Onto something new.”

— — —

Well, there you go anon. Is Rikkard OOC here? You bet. I always imagine his younger self as being nicer like how Lady Samantha mentioned in SB before he left home. And yes, I know they could have been dating here or I could have gone with the whole “bad boy meets feisty girl” cliche. But I felt inspired to write something more realistic and coming-of-age despite being platonic. I hope I did this prompt some justice and that it wasn’t too terrible to read.

Sidenote: The dress code incident that was discussed was actually based off of a real-life event that a high school senior experienced in Charlotte, North Carolina back in spring 2017.

#kinda an ask #answered #storm and silence #lilly linton #rikkard ambrose #fanfiction #oneshot #writing prompt #prompt 1 #knowledgeispoweristimeismoney #this was an interesting prompt for me to write but thanks for the suggestion anon I really enjoyed it #for those that sent prompts dont worry i will get to yours too #im just doing these in the order received #imma post these on my writing accounts too with credit to yall

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geekofmanyforms · 4 years

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New Beginning Chapter Twelve

***Sorry it took me so long to update. I'll try to get the new chapters out more quickly next time. Please review and let me know there is still interest in this story. As always this is still being posted on both AO3 and fanfiction.net***

The music was played loudly through the intercoms of every room in the Manor. I absentmindedly wondered how the loud music didn't hurt Damon's heightened hearing but shrugged it off.

Vicki's hair bounced as she swayed dangerously close to the edge of the table I had just vacated. I watched her from my position on the couch, needing to cool off for a moment. I, after all, didn't have Damon's blood giving me an extra boost of energy.

It had been two hours, Stefan was still MIA, and I was beginning to lose my patience — he should know better than to goad Damon like this.

I made my way to the window and slowly pulled the heavy drapes back just enough to peek outside. The sky was still blue, the sun still shining. I glanced at the tree line, hoping to see Stefan, but saw nothing. I bit the inside of my cheek and grumbled in frustration. I turned around and put my hands on my hips as I watched Damon dance with Vicki, his body pressed against hers, and shook my head. This was not my idea of fun.

"Oh man, what did you give me?" Vicki murmured, her face inches from Damon's.

His answering smile was vicious and calculating. "Some blood. You loved it," he said.

I scoffed lightly and walked over to the bookshelves on the right side of the room. I ran my fingers across the spines of the first few books. I was reading the titles when Vicki spoke next.

"I did? Wait. I'm confused," She asked, stepping back one step, "How did we get here?"

I looked over my shoulder and watched a shocked and confused expression flitter across her face as she moved her head from left to right, taking in her surroundings. I pitied her and hoped Damon kept his cool. The books in front of me caught my attention again as Damon chuckled darkly.

"We met in the woods. You were drunk. I attacked you. Then I killed all your friends and brought you here, and gave you some blood. You loved it," Damon said, pulling her closer. "And now we are going to play until the sun goes down,"

I sneered in his direction and took a black leather-bound book from the shelf and glanced at the cover; Dracula, how perfect. I giggled and shook my head at the image of one of the Salvatore brothers buying this specific book. The absurdity of the situation had to have been very amusing. I made my way back to the couch and sat down. I lifted my legs up and crossed them underneath me, snuggling down with the book in my lap.

"Find something to pique your interest, El?" Damon called from across the room.

I peeked over the top of the book and eyed him warily. He was still pressed against Vickie, his hands on her hips.

"It's better than watching you fondle a zombified version of Vickie. Does it even bother you that she isn't really aware of what's going on?" I asked, with real interest. "The idea of messing around with someone you've tricked into wanting you turns my stomach."

He smirked before taking Vicki's wrist in his mouth and biting sharply. I scrunched up my face and grimaced as she took his wrist into her own, biting down and then drinking heavily.

"That answer your question? Believe me El, she knows exactly what she is doing,"

His lips were stained crimson from her blood. I ignored him and looked back down at my book, hoping it gave me the escape I needed. The music faded into the background, and I barely noticed what was happening around me as I sunk myself deeper and deeper into the pages of the book. I didn't look up again until I heard a loud thump as something fell to the ground. I closed the book and found Vicki on the floor a few feet away from me. Damon stood beside her, his expression was bored and carefree. I flew from the couch and looked down at her body, noticing the unhealthy angle of her neck.

"Dammit, Damon! You knew what she meant to Mattie and Jer," I said in exasperation, kneeling down beside her.

I knew that she wouldn't be dead for long but waking up as a vampire wasn't much better, not for her, at least. She wasn't the kind of person that could survive immortality. She was an addict for a reason — she had a rough life, and I was damn sure she didn't want an eternity of it. I leaned back onto my feet with a sigh and looked up at Damon, who was leaning comfortably against the bar looking at the clock on the table beside me. He looked completely at ease, and it irritated me to no end. How could he be so cavalier about ending someone's life? I stood and pulled my shirt down, this whole ordeal was becoming more than I could calmly handle. I was about to blow up on someone, and the closest person was a vampire hell-bent on destroying his brother and, in turn, my family. I stomped over to the cocky vampire in question, and with one swift motion, slapped him firmly across the face.

"This is your mess Damon, and you can deal with it on your own," I spat, my shaking hands balled up into fists. "But so help me, if someone I care about gets hurt in the process, I will make you pay!"

I turned on my heel and walked swiftly to my car. I'd officially had all I could take of Damon Salvatore.

I drove back home with one thought on my mind. What do I tell Jeremy? Deep down, I knew Vicki wouldn't make it, and it would break Jeremy's heart. I slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut as hard as I could. The car creaked and groaned with my effort, and a significant dent was clearly visible. I swore under my breath; how was I going to explain that to Jenna?

I placed my hand on my forehead in frustration. I couldn't help but think how much easier things would be when I started over. I grimaced at my thoughts and felt terrible. I headed into the house, pulling out my cell and dialing Elena's number. Where the hell were they, anyhow? As I was walking up the stairs, I reached her voicemail once again.

"Listen, Lena, I don't know what you and Stefan are planning, and frankly I don't want to. But you should both know that whatever it is won't end well — for anyone. Call me back," I said in one breath. "please."

This day just kept getting worse and worse, and I had yet to live through the hardest part — my conversation with Elena and Jeremy. I made my way to my room and threw open my closet door. I grabbed a change of clothes, something I wouldn't mind being ruined. Once I was redressed, I pulled on my black biker boots and refastened my hair into a braid; I had a feeling things were about to get dirty.

I checked my hidden black backpack of supplies, the one that I hoped I would never need. I loaded the bag with a few extra items, a pocket knife, a few tangles of nylon rope, and a couple of stakes coated in vervain — these I really hoped I didn't need to use. When I had first found out that the Salvatores had returned to Mystic Falls, I had started putting together supplies, things I thought might come in handy: wooden stakes, vervain, baggies of human and animal blood. Anything that I thought might help when shit inevitably hit the fan. I ran the bag to the closet under the stairs and hid it away, still hoping that I wouldn't need to drag it out later.

Returning to my room, I sat down at my vanity and quickly reapplied some facial moisturizer as the doorbell rang. I closed my eyes and visualized the front porch, my brow furrowing when I sensed Vicki. I stood up and ran out my door and down the stairs just as Jeremy opened the front door. I flew in front of him and gently pushed him away from a slightly hungover looking Vicki.

"Hey. The sun is killing me. My eyes are on fire," she moaned, placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose.

Jeremy fought his way in front of me, and I struggled to stay between the newly minted Vamp and my very human brother.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice rushed.

I chewed my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at the two. What was I supposed to do? She probably had no clue what she had become.

"Hey Vicki, how are you feeling?" I finally asked, defeated.

She walked past us into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. "It's good. Everything is good," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Jeremy and I followed her into the kitchen, and she took hold of the back of Jeremy's neck, pulling him into a swift kiss. I raised my hand ready to knock her through a wall if necessary. As their kiss deepened, I looked away, feeling awkward and intrusive. I cleared my throat and tapped my foot, thanking every God in the book when they finally pulled apart.

"Did something happen?" Jer asked when she pulled away from him, heading for the fridge.

She ignored his question as she pulled open the door, peering inside our fridge for something to help satisfy her ravenous hunger. I felt terrible that she wouldn't be able to find anything — at least not in our fridge.

"I'm hungry, what do you got to eat?" she asked, leaning into the fridge.

Jeremy looked at me, and I tried to keep my face from showing the regret I felt.

"You're high?" Jeremy said, inching closer to her. "Vicki, its the middle of the day,"

I pulled him away and shook my head. Where the hell was Elena and Stefan? I pulled out my phone and send a quick text to Matt. When this all went bad, I didn't want my family to be implicated in her disappearance. As she raided our fridge eating anything she could get her hands on, we patiently waited for Matt. About twenty minutes later he burst through our door, his face bunched up with worry. I greeted him in the living room and pulled him to the side.

"Something is wrong with her Matty," I said softly.

His blue eyes widened, and he rushed past me into the kitchen. I stayed back in the living room, giving them some space but keeping my ears open. I was pacing in front of the T.V. when they brought Vicki into the living room. She had her hands hovering near her ears, pain marring her features. Matt and Jeremy babbled over Vicki's moaning. I continued pacing back and forth, trying to remain calm. It wasn't until Jeremy mentioned the police that things turned sideways.

"No!" Vicki screamed, shoving Jeremy away from her "Don't call the cops, you can't call the cops! Get away from me! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Her screams were shrill, desperate, almost out of control. She grew violent, throwing silverware at Matt and Jeremy and knocking the dining room chairs into their path as they tried to restrain her. I was about to restrain Vicki with magic when thankfully Elena and Stefan arrived,

"What's going on?" Elena said, moving beside me and placing her hand on my shoulder.

I stepped away and leaned towards Stefan. "A gift from Damon," I whispered so only he would hear.

His head snapped towards me and then back to Vicki in a nanosecond. He slowly looked her over and closed his eyes in anger.

"I told you this wouldn't end well," I accused, again for his ears only.

Logically I knew it wasn't really his fault, but I still held a grudge. He knew what provoking Damon would do and yet here we were.

"She's really messed up," Matt worried.

He stood next to where Vicki had sat on the floor. Her body curled into itself. Elena walked towards her, hands outstretched.

"Elena, back up," Stefan said.

I took Elena's wrist and pulled her away as Stefan took her place in front of Vicki. "Vicki, look at me. Focus. You're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine. Take her up to bed. Shut the blinds. She's gonna be ok," he said, directing his last few sentences to Jeremy and Matt.

They lifted her, taking most of her weight as they helped her up the stairs. When I knew they could no longer hear us, I lashed out, not caring who could see. I flung my hand outwards, using my magic to knock the lamps from the tables beside me. They landed on the floor with a crash, the glass flying across the room. I could feel the air sparking around me, but didn't care. I was so angry, at Damon for his stupid grudge against Stefan, at Stefan for antagonizing his brother, and at Katherine for creating their feud in the first place. A tiny intake of breath caught my attention, and I slowed my ragged breathing long enough to remember my surroundings. I clenched my fists and fought back the rush of magic that was crackling around me. Elena was standing behind Stefan, who had felt the need to shield her from me. As if I'd ever hurt her. The ridiculousness of his action snapped me out of it, and I ran a hand over my face.

"Ellie?" Elena whispered.

She was peering out from around Stefan's shoulder, her big brown eyes surprised and frightened. I cracked a half-smile and shrugged.

"Well, this was not how I wanted things to go. But it's too late now, I guess."

Stefan snorted and stepped away from Elena walking towards me. "You in control, Elandra?" he asked slowly.

I nodded and looked at the damage I had caused, with a flick of my wrist the broken lamps lifted into the air, the glass reforming. Once the work was finished, they lowered back onto their respective tables. Elena was still standing on the other side of the room, completely shell-shocked. She shook herself out of it; literally, her brown hair flinging around her.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on," she squeaked.

I fiddled with my braid, trying to come up with a way to explain. "I'm a witch, Lena. I was born this way. There is a lot more to it, but for right now that's the easiest part to explain," I said.

Stefan stayed beside me, making sure I wasn't going to lash out again. I felt a bit put out by his behavior. He was acting like I was a danger to Elena. When I inched towards her, he flinched and started following behind me, right on my heels.

I swung around and used my magic to push him away a few feet. "Come on, Stefan. You and Vicki are the most dangerous people here. Back off," I spat.

His face fell, and I immediately felt like crap for reminding him of what he was. I started to apologize, but Elena's strangled groan interrupted me. "What?" she said.

Both Stefan and I turned towards her. "Vicki is in transition, Lena," I explained. Her face paled, her doe eyes frantically flittering to the stairs where our brother and Matt had disappeared. I put my hands up and tried to reassure her.

"They are ok. Stefan and I are both keeping an eye on the situation," I said.

She looked at me in confusion. "How can you be keeping an eye on them?" she asked.

I stood beside her and brushed her hair off her shoulder. "I can't hear them but if I focus I can sense where they are in the room and what they are doing," I said.

Stefan joined us and watched me intently. He was just as curious about what I could do as she was. I sighed and folded my arms. I had never tried to explain this to someone before.

"It's kinda like X-ray vision. If I focus on their auras, I can almost see them." I closed my eyes and inhaled. "Like right now, Jeremy is sitting on the edge of his bed, Vicki lying beside him,"

I focused on Matt's blue aura. It was almost the same color as his eyes. I could see him standing by Jeremy's door speaking to him. His lips moved, but no sound came. That was one thing I couldn't do, hearing distant speech wasn't in my repertoire.

"Matty is standing in the doorway speaking to Jer. I can't tell what he is saying," I finished, opening my eyes.

Stefan titled his head slightly and listened. "He is worried. He's never seen her like this before," he said.

Elena looked between us and shook her head. "How is this possible? We were born minutes apart. We're twins! Am I a witch too?" she asked.

I exchanged a knowing look with Stefan and clamped my teeth together. She wasn't a witch, but a doppelganger and Stefan still hadn't told her.

"No, you're not a witch. I promise I will explain the rest later. Right now we have bigger problems," I said, looking to the ceiling. "What are we gonna do about Vicki?" I asked, directing the question to the only other vamp in the house.

"Right now she doesn't know what she is, but soon she'll have to decide whether to feed or not," he said.

Elena looked at him her face set in sadness. "The same choice you made?" she asked.

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. The same choice he had taken away from Damon. Before Stefan could answer, a loud yell echoed down the stairs. Seconds later, Matt bounded down and to the front door. "She was fine, and then she just...freaked out and left," he said, huffing for breath and heading out the door.

I ran towards the closet and grabbed my recently packed bag. I pulled the strap over my shoulder and looked at Stefan.

"We can track her," I said.

He nodded and eyed my bag.

"I'll do what I have to, Stefan," I said.

I didn't want to use the vervain stakes that resided in the bag, but I would if I had to.

"Go," Elena said.

I pulled my eyes from Stefan's worried gaze and ran out the door. It was time to hunt.

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