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utterlyotterlyx · 2 months

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Hi!!! I can request a modern!azriel x reader in which he likes her, but all his attempts to get close to her have been thwarted because they got off on the wrong foot. Then someone tells him that she's part of a book club and he starts joining just to get closer to her and the rest is up to you :)

Ooooooo I love this! x

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Modern!Az x Reader

Warnings - swearing, angst, pining, fluff, cutie Az

I have not proof read this so I apologise in advance for any mistakes x

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

The background of your phone screen harmonised with the words inscribed on the flesh of your arm. You were bundled under blankets, pillows cushioning your back, and your eyes scanned the plethora of words in front of you, your tea long forgotten on the window ledge.

Your sorority house was teaming with girlish laughter, the quick padding down the hallways and the dull melodic thump of Nesta's bass told you one thing, the house party Mor had insisted on throwing for Feyre's birthday was going to start soon, and you hadn't even thought about getting ready.

Would they realise if you didn't go? It was completely possible to throw your earbuds in and lock your bedroom door...

That train of thought was interrupted when the said birthday girl sprang through your door, "You're not ready?!" Feyre squeaked, large rollers were pinned in her hair and she stood at the foot of your bed with fake eyelashes in one hand and a small vial of glue in the other.

"I lost track of time," you told her, curling your legs underneath you and laying your book down open on the bed so that you could pick up right where you left off, "Also, have you ever heard of knocking?"

"We don't knock," she quipped, throwing herself down on the bed and sighing, "This doesn't have anything to do with him does it?"

"With who?"

"Oh, come on, Y/N. You know who," she prodded your side and you groaned, folding your arms over your chest whilst Feyre applied glue to the thin onyx lash line, "If it helps, I really don't think he knew you were behind that door," she blew lightly on the lash, party drying the glue and used your mirror to fix it to her right eye.

You winced at the memory, your fingers ghosting over the bridge of your nose that had only days before returned to its normal hue, "I've only just gotten rid of that bruise, all the concealer in the world couldn't hide that mess."

"Still," she blinked, "I really don't think he did it on purpose. Rhys said he felt really bad."

"Like he felt bad after the time he ran over my foot on that stupid motorcycle? I missed the Van Gogh exhibit because of that bullshit."

"Y/N..." Feyre drawled, exasperated with you and your excuses, "Please just get dressed," she had applied the other eyelash to her left eye and pushed them into place before turning to you with a smirk, "Before I let Mor in here."

"Okay, I'm up."

All of the entangled grinding bodies did little to soothe your anxiety.

You'd never been much of a party girl, and you had only joined the sorority because Mor and Feyre had insisted upon it. Lights strobed against the pale pink glittery banners and balloons that Elain had spent all day carefully throwing up whilst Nesta enlisted Cassian to get all of the booze.

The seating area in the centre of the room was brimming with all of the faces that you knew, Rhys with Feyre sat on his lap adorning a pathetic plastic tiara on the crown of her head, Mor wedged next to them with her legs strung over Emerie's thighs, Amren chatting away to Elain and Lucien on the far sofa, Nesta making sex eyes at Cassian, and then there was him.

Azriel.

The lights reflected off his smooth skin, tussled onyx short hair that looked somewhat windswept, hazel eyes and his strong jaw ticking as he searched the room before his eyes landed on you, finding you in the ocean of bodies surrounding where they all sat.

"Y/N!" A voice shouted to you over the crowd, red wine hair and amber eyes, she held her hand out to you and you clutched onto it, allowing her to pull you through into a small clearing by the stairs.

"Thanks, Bryce," she smirked over her shoulder at you, plucking two drinks from Hunt's hands and placing one in your grip.

Bryce was one of Nesta's friends that you had met when she had joined your art history class after a timetable mix up, you'd been pretty close since, you studied with Bryce in the library and Hunt occasionally joined as did Bryce's brother, Ruhn.

"Don't mention it," she clinked her glass against yours and you both downed half of the liquid, clearly you had some catching up to do from taking as long as possible to get ready, only joining the party when Nesta had sent you a snappy text about kicking your ass down the stairs if you didn't show your face in the next five minutes.

"Hey Athalar," he grinned at you, muttering a hello as he gave you a side hug. Hunt liked you a lot, you were good for Bryce, you were gentle and timid, but had a thunderous passion for the things you loved. Bryce was one of those things.

Bryce gave you a once over. A sleek white dress clung to your figure, every curve accentuated perfectly by the clean cut fabric that reached just below you ass, giving a perfect view of your legs. Black heeled boots were laced onto your feet, hair styled into effortless waves, and your makeup was simple and natural, highlighting your cheekbones and lips. Bryce approved.

Bryce smirked, noticing the pair of violet eyes that crept up behind you, they wrapped their arms around your waist and hoisted you in the air, placing you over their shoulder and twirling you around, chuckling as you squeaked in surprise, "Put me down, Ruhn!" With a light tap on your ass, Ruhn obliged and put you back on your feet.

Ruhn always looked good, long hair pulled back into a low messy bun, the sides always shaved, tattoos flowing up and down his arms, tan skin, taut muscle, tank top and cargo jeans. So good.

"Can't help myself," he slid an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple, "You look beautiful."

The elder sibling had always pined after you, he would wait in the courtyard outside of the art building to walk you back to the house, he'd bring you breakfast on a Sunday, he'd even taken you to your first football game.

"Thank you, Ruhn," you leaned into him and smiled, tuning back into the conversation between Bryce and Hunt, and the newly arrived Tristan Flynn, paying little attention to the burning hot hazel gaze that branded into your back.

There had been too many times where Az had fucked up.

Running over your foot was an accident that led to the spiralling mess that was your relationship, and every time he had tried to make up for it, it just kept on getting worse. Chocolates? Turns out you were allergic to nuts and blew up like a balloon. Coffee? He'd spilt the oat chai latte all over your brand new summer dress and ruined it. The movies? He had miscounted the group and forgot to get yours, and by then there were no tickets left. And then the door. That stupid fucking door. Azriel was so busy talking to Feyre about you that he didn't see you on the other side and smashed it right into your face.

Every time Azriel tried to talk to you, to voice how sorry he was and how stupidly in love with you he was, he fucked it up.

So yeah, he didn't blame you for hating him.

"Wanna stare a little harder, Az?"

Azriel turned his head slightly, forcing himself to look away from Ruhn's arm around you and his lips by your ear, whispering who knows what to you. At least the bruises under your eyes and around your nose had cleared, enough that you no longer winced when you smiled.

"She seems a little off today," he said to no one in particular, letting his words float into the air in hope someone would tell him why.

Azriel had spent a good amount of time studying you and your little quips, the face you'd make when you were concentrating, how many cups of tea you'd make after leaving them somewhere and forgetting about them, even your morning routines on your way to class.

Mor threw herself down beside him, the sofa cushion hissing out under her weight, "She missed book club tonight, she loves book club," Mor's eyes were glazed over, a sloppy smirk pulled at her lips.

"Book club?" Azriel asked, he knew you loved reading, but he never knew that you went to an actual book club.

"Yeah, you know, a place where people talk about the books they've been reading?," Nesta scoffed when Azriel flipped her off, she continued, "This week was meant to be the first session about The Perks of Being a Wallflower, it's her favourite," Nesta stirred her drink with her straw, "Just in case you wanted to make a gesture."

Azriel nodded, his eyes finding you again, "Thanks, Nes."

Azriel was fiddling idly with his fingers as people began to file into the room clutching copies of the book you loved so much, the same book that he had rushed out to get the morning after Feyre's party so that he could read it in time to talk to you about it.

Walls of books lined the room, dainty oak tables and arm chairs scattered around in a circle with blankets folded neatly over the arms. Warm fairy lights lit the ceiling, and Azriel understood why you must have been sad to have missed the last session.

He heard your laugh before he saw you, he saw the edges of your skirt that kissed the floorboards and allowed his sight to roam upward until he found your eyes wide and full of surprise, stuck in the doorway. You soon shook off the surprise and took a seat at the other side of the circle, looking to him occasionally with confusion.

"What quote resonated with you the most, Azriel? There are a lot to choose from."

You had looked to him then, really looked at him, not with hatred or any form of disgust, but with pure curiosity, bright shiny curiosity.

"It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit their and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things. I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it's okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite."

Azriel had recited the passage perfectly, he didn't even need to open the book and turn to the page. He just knew it. His voice was so deep and spoke emotion into every word, like he was in a trance.

The session had wrapped up and you had kept your distance during the breaks, seemingly lost in a world of thought, so Azriel thought it would be best to leave you alone. If the baby step in your relationship simply was having you look at him with anything but hatred, then he'd take it, he didn't want to push it.

"Azriel, wait!" Your voice called to him and he froze on the grass outside of the art building, turning slowly to face you as you jogged across the plain toward him, your skirt flowing in the wind behind you.

You looked pretty, you always did, but in the moonlight, with your hair tied back and loose threads falling over your face, with the two sizes too big jumper drowning your figure, he thought you looked ethereal.

"I didn't know you liked reading," you had said once you stopped in front of him, holding your favourite book to your chest.

"I don't talk about it."

"Right, it's just Feyre never mentioned it," you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and smiled up at him with a tilted head, examining him.

Azriel took a step toward you, one hand in his pocket and another holding onto his own copy, "Why would Feyre mention it?"

"I, I don't know actually," you mumbled, slightly flustered, you were adorable when you were flustered, "Is that your first time reading it?"

"Yeah, it was great. I see why it's your favourite."

"How do you know that?" A smirk tugged at your lips, ones that he wished he could taste, just once, so that he could tell the devil he had been to heaven without ever stepping foot there.

"Nesta may have said something."

"Ah," you kicked the air, shivering at the cold breeze that brushed past you, "Would you like to borrow my copy? I left notes in the margins that you might like."

Azriel glanced at your outstretched hand, he looked at the book with the dented spine from the countless times it had been explored, the frayed edges and the faint hue of blue ink that peeked out from one of the pages. He took it from you with a smile, "Can I, uh, walk you back?"

A moment of silence beat its heart and you hummed, "I think I'd like that."

"Right, great," he told you as you began to walk off, quickening his pace to fall in line with you.

You smelt of summer rain of freshly cut grass, of jasmine and orchid, a mind altering scent, "You know that I never meant to run over your foot last year right?"

"Or spill coffee over my dress? Or smack my face with that door?"

"Yeah, I haven't been very smooth," you laughed, actually laughed at him, with him, and it was an intoxicating sound, one of pure joy and happiness, "I never meant to hurt you."

"I believe you," the stars shone in the sky and you looked up at them, a smile ghosting at your lips, "I'm ready to turn a new page if you are?"

"I'm all about turning new pages."

You leaned into him, nudging him softly with your elbow, "Let's see what you've got then, Shadowsinger."

Authors Note

I really hope this is what you were wanting!

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guccifrog · 3 months

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THINK FAST P4

chris sturniolo × f!reader

summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events

again this isn't proof read :3

part1 part2 part3

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"stalker girl!" Dylan yelled as he entered the cafeteria, luckily it was still empty, only me Jane, and a couple of freshmen.

"you're not funny" I rolled my eyes at him as he and Amber sat down across from me and Jane.

"How is your back?" Amber asked, glancing at me. "You're looking better today."

"yeah it's better now, thanks," I shrugged, before taking a sip of my soda. "So what's on the plan for today?" I asked, changing the subject.

"We're just gonna hang out," Dylan said, glancing at me. "Maybe go to the park later if it's not too cold." I nodded, not really wanting to spend the day with them.

"Hey guys!"

We all look up in unison as Jake walks in, but he isn't alone.

"wait isn't that one of the Sturniolos ?" Amber asked uninterested, looking at Jake.

This can't be happening.

"Yeah, his name is...Nick, I guess" Dylan said, eyeing me, with worry.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" I whispered in panic, my heart racing. Why would Jake be friends with these types of people?

Jake and Nick, walked over to our table, Jake sat down first as Nick just stood there awkwardly" What are you doing dude,? sit down" Jake chuckled, patting the seat next to him.

Nick finally sat down, giving me a nervous smile which I returned with a forced one. "I hope you guys don't mind me joining you," he said, looking at each of us in turn.

"of course not," I managed to choke out, forcing another smile. Jake shot me a look I couldn't quite decipher, but Nick didn't seem to notice.

"So, how are you guys today?" he asked, his voice surprisingly friendly. I glanced at Dylan and Amber, who were exchanging looks. They didn't seem to know how to respond to Nick's presence either.

"Like shit I have detention"Jake sighed, resting his head on the palm of his hand as he chewed on a sandwich, I sent him a dirty look, noting mentally to give him a piece of my mind later. "what about you guys- Oh! y/n how is you back?" He asked unbothered and clueless to the tension.

"I'm fine," I said, glancing at Nick, who was now zoned out.

We spent the rest of lunch break in awkward silence, with occasional attempts at small talk from Jake or Jane that were always met with stiff, half-hearted responses from the rest of us. It was clear that none of us really knew how to act around each other now.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of lunch, and we all quickly gathered our things and headed off to our separate classes. I walked down the hall with Amber, we both had the same class.

"So," she started, peeking sideways at me, "What the fuck was that?" she asked, obviously referring to the awkward lunch.

"I have no idea" I sighed "I didn't even know that Jake was friends with one of them" I glanced at her."I mean I don't mind him hanging out with us, but you know the chances of his brother confronting me are higher with him being around"

"Yeah," Amber nodded in agreement. " But you know you can't hide forever"

I rolled my eyes "I'm not hiding, I'm just avoiding him, that's not the same thing" Amber snorted "Okay, whatever you say"

"Hey, girls!" A high-pitched voice unexpectedly called from behind us making us turn around to see none other than the cause of this whole mess. Cassie.

She jogged over to us, her long silky brown hair flowing behind her, and a perfect smile plastered on her face, she looked effortlessly beautiful. Jealousy clawed at my insides, an unwelcome guest that I tried to ignore but couldn't shake.

Cassie put one of her arms over my shoulder and the other over Amber's. "So, how's it going?" she asked, glancing at both of us.

I forced a smile back. "Oh, you know, just trying to survive school." Cassie laughed, but there was something fake about it. I glanced at Amber, who seemed uncomfortable with the attention too.

"Anyways, do you guys know what next week is" Cassie asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, I glanced at Amber again in confusion. What the fuck is she trying to do?

"Oh my god, I can't believe you guys don't know" She fakes a frown" It's my birthday next week!"

"Oh wow, that's...cool?" Amber said, unsure how to respond."Well, happy early birthday, Cassie," I said trying to sound nice. "I hope you have a great week."

Cassie beamed at us. "Thanks, you guys are the best. I'm going to have the best week ever" she squealed, practically bouncing on her toes. "But the reason I stopped you guys is because...I wanted to invite you both to my party this weekend" she added.

Amber looked at me, her expression a mix of surprise and wariness. I shrugged slightly, not really sure what she wanted me to do.

"Well, I'll have to check with my parents first," Amber said, and I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me too"

Cassie smiled brightly. "Oh, of course! Just ask Dylan for the address if you need it " She winked at us before, turning around and walking away.

We both exchanged glances as soon as she was out of earshot. "What do you think?" Amber asked, frowning slightly. "She's more annoying than I remember" I replied, shrugging. "I mean, it could be fun, right?"

"I guess so," Amber said, still not looking convinced. "But I don't want to hang out with her too much, you know? She's kind of..."

"Yeah, I get it" I cut her off. "But let's do it for shits and giggles, how about that ?" I grin at her."And we can ditch her ass after an hour or so, whatever"

Amber sighs, but she's smiling a little. "Sure, why not? It could be fun." She reaches over and gives my arm a playful punch. "But don't try to ditch me, alright? Dylan told me about how you always cancel plans last minute" I grin back, nodding. "No promises, but I'll try "

We walked into the classroom and took our seats. I glanced over at Nick, who was sitting a few rows in front of me. He waved at me, and I gave him a small smile in return. The rest of the period dragged on, and I found myself zoning out during the teacher's lecture.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I gathered my things and headed out of the room, Amber trailing behind me. As we made our way through the hallway.

We met up with the rest of the group in the parking lot, they all decided to hang out at the park, but I told them I was too tired and just wanted to go home. They all understood and gave me a wave as they left.

Walking down the sidewalk, I felt a light breeze brush against my skin. It was a warm day, with scattered clouds in the sky. It's been a while since I last felt this relaxed. I knew a lot was going on right now. but being alone for once felt nice.

As I continued my walk, I realized that I got thirsty and decided to duck into a nearby convenience store.

I walked to the fridge, scanning the selection of drinks. But sadly There was no coke, I sighed before reaching my hand to grab the only Pepsi can left on the shelf.

As I grabbed it, I accidentally bumped into someone who was standing behind me. I groaned turning around ready to apologize, and my eyes were met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen.

But I froze in place and nearly dropped the soda can when I realized who it was. The universe must really hate me. Chris Sturniolo was standing right in front of me, with his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows frowned together.

I swallowed hard, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Um...I was just-"

"give me that." He demanded not taking his eyes off of mine. I was still frozen in place, my hand tightly gripping the can of Pepsi. His voice was low and threatening, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"What?" I asked confused.

"you have the last Pepsi. Give me it," He said extending his hand, I frowned. Who does he think he is?

I stepped back, my back hitting the cool metal of a display. "No it's mine, I got here first." I held the can closer to my chest as He cocked his head to the side, seeming amused by my defiance.

"I don't think you understand, stalker" he drawled, his voice still cold. "I really need that Pepsi. Now give it to me." His hand was still outstretched.

"Excuse me? I'm not a stalker-"

"Just give me the Pepsi, goddammit!" he snapped, his voice loud enough to make the people around us turn their heads. I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. Who was he to tell me what to do?

"No!" I snapped back, his eyes narrowed even further, and I could see the anger burning in them. But I wasn't about to let him win.

"umm... excuse me, you guys are scaring the other customers away..." a soft voice behind Chris piped up. I glanced over his shoulder to see the cashier" I'm sorry but I'll have to ask you to take this outside..." she continued.

Chris's eyes flickered toward her, and then back to me. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You're not hearing me, freak. Now, give me the Pepsi or-"

"Or what?" I challenged, clutching the can tighter, refusing to back down.

His eyes went wide with surprise for a moment but then I knew I fucked up when he smirked. "Oh, would you like to know"

"Hey please get out or I'll have to call the security!" the cashier shouted, glancing nervously around the store.

I took a deep breath. I didn't want any trouble, but I wasn't going to back down either. I held the can of Pepsi closer to my chest.

"Can I at least buy this ?" I asked the cashier, glancing at Chris. I didn't really want it anymore, but I refused to lose.

The cashier hesitated, before answering nodding. I pulled out my wallet, fished out five crumpled dollar bills, and, and handed them to her. She glanced at Chris, who had gone back to watching me with those intense blue eyes.

She quickly rang up the sale and took my money, glancing nervously between the two of us as she did so. Once she'd finished, she put the can of Pepsi into a paper bag and slid it across the counter to me. I quickly grabbed it, thanked her, and headed for the door.

"You're so annoying" Chris muttered under his breath as I walked past him. I ignored him, hurrying out of the store and into the cool night air. The last thing I wanted was for him to think he'd gotten to me.

As I walked down the street, I could feel his eyes on my back. It was unnerving, and I was starting to get creeped out.

When I had enough, I turned around, making him stop in his tracks "Stop following me" I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear that was coursing through me. He tilts his head to the side, looking amused.

"I'm not following you, weirdo, this is my way home, don't you already know? since you're so used to stalking me" he sasses back. I can feel my anger rising, and my hands shaking. I want to hit him or punch him. God, this dude needs to be humbled.

"For fuck's sake! I'm not stalking you!" I snap, trying to keep my voice down so people won't start thinking I'm crazy.

He tips his head, looking at me like I've lost my mind. "If I remember correctly you're the one that broke into my house last Friday, oh- and also tried to steal my boxers, let's not forget about that, "he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks, but I try to keep my cool. "I told you that was just a stupid dare, okay?" I say, my voice lowering as I realize how lame it sounds even to me.

"Doesn't change the fact that you broke into somebody's house and tried to steal their stuff" he says, folding his arms across his chest.

I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling more and more embarrassed. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. But can we just forget about this? I'm not stalking you and I didn't even want to sneak into your house, because like I said it was a stupid dare"

Chris just stares at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "And your point is?" he finally asks.

"Never mention what happened on Friday to anyone," I said smiling nervously. "I don't want any trouble, and neither do you. Just forget about it and we can both move on." I hoped that would be enough for him, but I wasn't sure.

"what would I get out of this? You think I'm gonna let you off the hook that easily?" Chris asked. His eyes narrowed and he took a step closer to me. "You broke into my house, dumbass. I don't care if it was a dare or not, that's not something you do to people. And now you want me to just forget about it?" He took another step closer, his breath hot against my face. "I don't think so."

I took a step back, feeling the blood rushing to my face. Why must he be like this? I sighed before raising my hand that was holding the soda can to his face "I'll give you the Pepsi If you agree," I said quickly, holding out the bag.

He looked at me for a moment, then snatched it out of my hand.

"That doesn't make up for it" he scowled, shoving the small paper bag into his pocket.

"But I guess it's something." He took a step back, eyeing me carefully. "But just so you know, I'm not forgetting this," he said, before turning away, sauntering down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Didn't he say his house is the other way though? weird.

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vioartemis · 1 year

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Alone with you

(Tara carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After your girlfriend of 4 years got brutally attacked at her house, you're willing to do anything to keep her safe, even if it means putting yourself in danger Request here :)) Warnings: blood, injuries, Tamber (one sided) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You just learnt your girlfriend had been attacked the night before and ran to the hospital to be by her side when she would wake up.

When she opened her eyes, you could say she was relieved to see you next to her.

"Y/n...?"

"Hi baby..."

She started to tear up, lower lip trembling.

"I was so scared..." she sobbed "He- he was wearing a Ghostface costume Y/n... w-what if it's another psycho like the others...?"

You sat on the bed and hugged her, stroking her hair as she cried against you, gripping your shirt tight.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you... y-you're gonna be okay from now on, I'm here, I'll protect you my love..."

You tried your best to comfort her, and even though you were not the best at it, it was working. She felt safe in your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please don't leave me..."

"I won't, I swear. I'm staying here as long as you need me to" you placed a kiss on her head "Do you want me to tell our friends you're awake?"

She shook her head slightly, not letting go of you.

"I'll do it myself, but not now... I want to stay alone with you. Can you lay in bed with me...?"

"Of course"

You took off your shoes and slipped in her bed, taking her back in your arms.

You had no idea who could have attacked your girlfriend, but whoever it was, you were going to make them pay for almost taking her away from you.

Yet you felt that maybe they didn't want to kill her. They could have easily sunk their knife in her throat or in any vital organs for the final blow. But they didn't.

Either it was part of their plan, or they just couldn't.

You hoped it was the first option with your whole heart. Because if it wasn't, it meant the new Ghostface could be one of your friends. Someone that loved Tara so much they couldn't kill her.

If anyone else came to this conclusion, you would be the prime suspect. That's what prevented you from sharing your theory with the police. Your girlfriend doubting you was the last thing you wanted.

After Tara texted Wes around half an hour later, and ten more minutes for them to come here, your friends arrived at the hospital, soon followed by none other than Samantha Carpenter and her boyfriend.

You got out of Tara's bed when your friends arrived, now sitting on a chair right next to her bed, holding her hand.

How many years had it been since you saw Sam for the last time? 5 years? More? It felt like an eternity. She used to babysit Wes, Mindy, Chad and you when you were younger, but you knew her before that, being Tara's friend since forever.

You had always loved her, she was the older sister you never had. Until she left. You never heard of her since that day.

You hoped she had changed and she wouldn't hurt Tara anymore.

"Look guys, Tara's really tired. Maybe we should give her some space" Amber suggested

Everyone agreed and started to leave.

"Not you Sam. I want you to stay"

You gave a last squeeze to your girlfriend's hand before sitting up too.

"I'll text you and be back later in the day" you said softly

"Wait before you go..."

She beckoned you to lean in, and put her valid hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close to kiss you tenderly.

"I love you" she whispered against your lips

"I love you too baby"

You smiled, giving her a last peck on the lips before standing up, cheeks a little redder than usual. Sam looked shocked but didn't say anything as you walked past her.

Once you left, Tara broke down again in her sister's arms. Like you, Sam tried her best to comfort her, hugging her and patting her back.

She tried to make Tara think of something else.

"How long has it been? Y/n and you"

A smile crept on Tara's face as she heard your name.

"Four years, since freshman year"

Sam could see you made her sister happy. The light in her eyes, this little shiny light couldn't mean anything else. She always thought you would make a great couple.

Out of all of her sister's friends you had always been her favorite. She knew Wes had a crush on Tara back in the days, but she never thought she liked him back. Even then, she only had eyes for you.

"You make a cute couple"

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"Welcome to act three"

So it was her all along? Her that attacked Tara at her house and at the hospital? Her that almost killed the person you loved the most?

You knew she had a crush on Tara. You saw it in the way she looked at her, even though she denied it. Maybe Amber's feelings were the only thing that saved Tara.

Amber tried to shoot Sam but Tara pushed her arm up, making her miss. Everyone split up, running away from the psycho while she dragged Tara upstairs.

"Y/n-!"

You rushed in the kitchen to grab a knife, before heading upstairs as fast as you could. Amber had a gun, you had to have something to defend yourself.

When you found them, Amber was tying Tara up with duct tape.

"Get the fuck away from her"

The brunette paused for a second before slowly standing up, reaching behind her for her gun.

"I really should've killed you when I could." she groaned, glaring daggers at you

She tried to shoot you but missed. The bullet only brushed your arm, burning your shirt and skin in the process.

You clenched your teeth at the pain but wasted no time and rushed toward her, cutting her wrist with the knife enough to make her drop the gun.

She bent down and held her bleeding wrist against her. You took a step closer, thinking it was safe, but her head jolted up before she launched herself at you.

Taken by surprise, you fell to the ground, knife still in hand. You tried to stab her but she stepped on your wrist, forcing your hand opened, and took the knife.

You scream in pain as she sank the blade into your stomach harshly, positioning herself on top of you. Her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard.

"You really thought you could steal her from me like that huh? She's mine. Has always been. I've waited long enough."

You tried to push her away, but her grip on your throat was cutting your air off, and her weight on you pushed the knife even deeper in your stomach.

You started feeling lightheaded. Was this really how you were going to die? You couldn't do anything, all your strength taken away by the lack of air.

"Fuck you" you managed to say before a vase crashed on her head

She fell to the side, the impact knocking her out. You took a deep breath and coughed when you tried to sit up, the knife still in your stomach.

Tara sat next to you, concern written on her face.

"Are you okay babe...?"

You gave her a thumbs up, still trying to catch your breath. You would definitely have a mark with how hard she was squeezing your throat.

After a moment, you tilted your head up slightly toward the knife.

"Should we take it out?"

"Wouldn't you get hurt more if we don't?"

"I don't know... but right now it prevents me from bleeding too much..."

"Maybe we should take it out. You know, no risk for anyone to twist it while it's still in you"

She wasn't wrong.

"Okay okay, but you're gonna have to do it my love..."

She gulped, looking at the knife with apprehension. She really didn't want to hurt you. But Amber could regain consciousness at any moment, and this time she would kill you.

"I'm going at three okay...?"

She grabbed the handle with her valid hand.

"One, two-" she pulled it out in one swift motion, blood gushing out of your wound

You swore under your breath, fists clenched. Tara was looking for a towel or something to bandage you up when you saw Amber moving in the corner of your eye.

"Shit" you mumbled, sitting up painfully "Tara baby, we need to go, she's waking up"

You got up as quickly as you could while Tara grabbed her crutches, lying next to Amber's bed. You took the knife and the gun with you, hoping Amber would be confused enough not to chase you right after she woke up.

As you went downstairs with Tara, Richie appeared in the hall.

"Where were you? Where's Amber?"

"Upstairs" Tara said "she tried to lock me up in a closet"

Richie's eyes widen when he saw you were bleeding. He got closer to you.

"She stabbed you"

"No shit Sherlock. How did you figured that out?"

When he took one more step closer, you saw something shiny in his hand. But it was to late to back up now, the blade was already sinking in your leg. You hissed in pain, tears in your eyes.

"She's gonna be pissed if I kill you. But don't worry, you're gonna die soon" he smirked at you "Don't even try to save her Tara, you-"

He turned around but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck"

What happened after that was mostly the two of them explaining their plan to you, once you were all gathered into the kitchen - except for Tara - and some more fighting.

At one point, one of them plunged a knife in your back. You were tired of getting stabbed.

The first thing you remembered after that was Amber getting BBQed alive by Gale and Sidney. Deserved, you thought.

Then, the three of you went to the hall where Sam was slicing Richie's throat.

"Careful, they always come back"

Sam took Gale's gun and shot Richie three times. But as you thought it was finished, you heard a scream behind you. Amber was running toward you, knife in hand.

But before she could harm anyone, she was shot in the head.

"That's for stabbing my girlfriend."

Her sweet voice was filled with anger and sadness. You walked toward her, relieved that nothing happened to her, and hugged her tight, not caring if it hurt you.

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Months after this night, your wounds had healed, only leaving painless scars. Your throat still hurt sometimes, but never too much. The doctors said it was normal after what Amber did.

"Okay I'm leaving, have fun girls!"

Today was your fifth anniversary, and for the occasion, Sam was leaving for the night, giving you more intimacy. You were almost living with them given the time you spent at their house instead of yours.

This year, you settled for a simple date at home; romantic dinner, Netflix and chill. With the recent events, none of you wanted to go out too much.

You spent the day preparing everything with her, cooking, fighting with the flour, laughing together. That was so much fun, knowing you were not the best cook.

Everything was ready now, you just had to change.

When you finally went to the living room, Tara was lighting up the candles. She was gorgeous. You stared in awe for a minute before she made her way to you and pressed a kiss on your lips.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I- You're gorgeous tonight my love..." you placed your hands on her waist "Breathtaking even"

You could see her blush at your words.

"I could say the same to you babe" now it was your turn to blush, making her lips curl up "Come on, dinner's gonna get cold"

That was clearly not the best dinner you ever had quality speaking, but it was the best because you made it with the girl you loved.

When it was time to get the cake - maybe the best dish you had made this day - you took a small box out of your pocket.

"Before we eat the cake, I'd like to give you something"

You handed her the little box across the table, a wide smile on your face.

"Wait I got you something too" she said

She handed you a little box, almost the same as yours.

"We open it together okay?"

"3, 2, 1..."

You opened the boxes at the same time.

You got her a promise ring, physical symbol of your love for her and that you would be there no matter what.

It took you weeks to find the perfect one, but you found it. The color, the shape, it was the one you imagined. You knew it wasn't that important, but finding a pretty ring was a must to you.

When you opened your gift, you saw... a promise ring. You saw this one when you were looking for hers. It was definitely the one you would have chosen.

You were both speechless, rings in hand, and after a moment you started laughing.

"Looks like we had the same idea" you smiled, putting the ring on while Tara did the same "it's perfect baby"

You got up from your chair, leaning forward to kiss her across the table, entwining your fingers with hers in the process. She smiled against your lips.

"A perfect ring for a perfect girl"

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cocteaucherry · 4 months

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𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 pt. 3

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮- 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩

〘 tw- 18+ ,arranged marriages, fem reader, naked geto, controlling geto, forced marriage, angst, nsfw, unprotected p in v (wrap it up) grinding, hickeys, mentions of satosugu. soft dom suguru

𝙖𝙣- 〘I did not enjoy writing smut for this, but here’s another part ^^ the last part will be coming soon! Thanks for the love and support for this series it truly makes my day <33

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Suguru had one true love, but that was gone now

Memories buried deep in his mind, deep in his bedside cabinet the sentimental reminder of his long lost youth, he’d often reminisce about his time at Jujutsu High as his daughters brushed his hair. “Geto, may I ask a question?” Mimiko questioned brushing through his long raven hair gently, “Of course.”

“How come- uhm.. how do I say this?” Mimiko stammered quietly as Nanako finished her sentence, “How come you married that woman, if she’s everything you despise?” The caramel-haired girl spoke rather bluntly, making Suguru smile. “Ways of business of course.” he lied straight through his own teeth.

truth be told Suguru didn’t know why he was so infatuated with you, when your parents offered your hand in marriage he felt incredibly disrespected. How could they offer him a useless nobody to be his bride? But as the warm summer nights bled into chilled autumn nights he felt his main task began to slip.

You were intelligent, easy on the eyes, you had no energy put he could feel your presence. It was similar to watching a sunset over the tall buildings of Tokyo, feeling refreshing cool ocean waves wash over your feet on shore, he couldn’t get enough. Everyday Suguru would walk you around the large floral garden, peace and quiet away from his family, his expectations, he could truly be himself with you.

“So that’s why you have that large scar?” You signaled to his chest as his large hand grasped over it, “Mhm, ‘don really like talking about it.” He watched over as you walked towards the wilted flowers, the fauna breaching into a new stage for the season: death.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Suguru asked, watching you pick a dead flower from the dry brittle stem, “Yes Suguru?”

“What do you expect out of this marriage?” ouch rough question, you thought for a minute before shrugging. “I couldn’t tell you, I expected the worst. I got a portion of my worst nightmare.”

Suguru sighed a weak smile gracing his features, he knew you couldn’t be happy here pretending to be someone you weren’t, pretending to put up with him.

“there would be a point to that.”

A pang of guilt surged through him, did he really wanna put another person through this shit? He was selfish, he wanted you all to himself and everyone knew that and it made him sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry you were put through this.” Suguru’s fingers twitched. He wanted nothing but to hold and love you and praise everything would be okay. Could he touch you?

you provided a weak nod looking up at him your eyes were glossy tears threatening to spill, “im over it n-now.” your shield broke and tears spilled as you tried to compose yourself.

until Suguru broke, he quickly wrapped his strong arms around you burying his nose into your hair. This was the first time he’s really genuinely touched you, “I don't want you to suffer anymore.” He said using his hand to tilt your head up, your teary eyes gazed into his amber eyes, he felt his lips gravitate towards yours, your lips were so close he could practically feel how soft they were.

Just as his lips were about to connect he was interrupted by a familiar voice walking towards the two of you, “Mr. Geto, you have a meeting with some investors in ten minutes.” Manami’s eyes darted between the two of you, Suguru feigned a smile releasing his hold on you. “Thank you Manami, let's get going.” Suguru’s touch lingered on your lower back. Did you care for him?

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Hours later a night full of stars took place over the chilled cloudy day, you sat on Suguru’s bed releasing his raven hair from the thick hair tie. A few questions had been tugging at your head all day wondering about the state of your “marriage” . A few months ago he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you. Now his fingertips grace your skin but leave fire behind, “How was your meeting today?” You asked, dragging the bristled brush through his hair. “It was good, just working on landing a new deal.” Suguru smirked, readjusting his position on the floor, “This plan has to go perfectly, even though it’s to take place in December it must be perfect.”

You nodded, placing the brush down, “I believe in you.” You hummed quietly swiping a stray hair that stuck to his face, Suguru closed his eyes relishing in the soft feeling of your fingers gracing his cheek, it had been so long since he was touched it was almost too much for him. His large hand found yours grasping it gently into his, Suguru’s lips placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles, a blush spreading over your face as his eyes stared into yours. Even upside down he was gorgeous.

You’re not sure what compelled you to do this but as the silence continued your lips lowered down to his and pressed a chaste kiss onto his partly dry lips, a blush became evident on his skin as he turned around continuing his gaze. All of a sudden his hands gripped the sides of your face as he smashed his lips against yours.

He stood up from the floor continuing the harsh assault on your lips, the kiss becoming more teeth than tongue, you let out a small moan as you both pulled away gasping for air. Suguru’s lips were bruised a bright pink as he stared down at you, “I-I’m sorry-“ you stammered out but he placed a hand on your jaw using his thumb to caress your bottom lip, “Please..” Suguru mumbled, “Just touch me.”

He sounded truly desperate and your eyes were blown wide, the man who despised you hated, your kind was now at your mercy. You grabbed his hand as you slowly pulled him onto the bed, he was on his knees now hovering above you. He leaned down to press his lips onto yours again, you let out a small whine as you raised your leg up to wrap around his waist but his hand moved and gripped your thigh rather roughly making you wince.

“S-Suguru..” you whined out as his lips left yours to nip at your neck, a groan falling from his lips at the way you said his name, “yes?” He stopped his motions softly caressing your thigh. “Just don’t tease me.” You smirked looking down at him. A big smile appeared on his face.

“We’ll see.”

You were both subjected to each other for the past two hours, the sound of lewd skin slapping filled the room along with the deep groans of Suguru and the whines coming from your lips. “F-fuckk Suguruu!” you whined as you continued to ride him, Suguru was below you his brows furrowed as his hands caressed the soft curves of your body. “S-Squeezin’ me so well..” he whispered, his hands moving to grip the fat of your ass.

the praise made you pick up your pace, moving with more vigor as Suguru’s noises amplified, “Please fuck me baby, please,” he praised in a whisper chant, the way you were moving and your soft moans were too much for him, you leaned down to bury your face in his neck one of his hands moving to play with the sensitive bud between your folds. You whined loudly from the tight friction feeling your orgasm approach, “I-I’m cumming fuck!” You opened your mouth to nip at his neck as Suguru continued to praise you, “doing so good f’ me~”

Feeling your orgasm clench him tightly he let out a loud groan stopping the movements on your clit to hold your hips down as he pumped himself upwards emptying himself into you, “I love you so much fuck fuck!” He chanted, closing his eyes tightly as he relished in the feeling of your fluttering cunt. Your body twitched as you peppered kisses on his neck. His body stilled inside you as his nose was buried in your hair inhaling your sweet scent.

Geto hadn’t been intimate in- well a long time , he could barely handle the softness of your body and the wetness of your lips. His strong hands rested on the small of your back rubbing up and down slowly, “Was I too rough?” He questioned and you pulled your head up to look at him. “no, you were perfect,” you panted softly with a smile, “Did you mean it?” you asked softly moving a piece of hair stuck to his sweaty face.

“Mean what?” His brows furrowed gazing at your fucked out face, “That you love me..?” You whispered readjusting your hips causing him to groan, “If you love me back.. either way though.. I’ll still love you..” he mumbled his hand coming to graze the marks he left on your neck, a smirk appeared on your lips before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

That night opened a new door for you and Suguru’s relationship, while there was love there was also lust. Whenever you both could get away from his members he’d push you against a wall somewhere and sloppily make out with you, taking time to pepper your neck with more marks.

“Suguru..~” you whined as his lips continued the assault on your collarbone, “mhmmm..?” he murmured against your skin, “Not in public Sugu come onn!” You giggled planting a hold in his hair to grip it back, that could’ve been the worst or best decision you made as you heard a tight groan come out of geto’s mouth. Your mouth opened into an ‘o’ form as his hand slapped over his mouth, “You got something you wanna say to me Sugu?”

“We’ll talk later.” He murmured embarrassingly, planting a kiss on your forehead before walking away.

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Winter had come, the little garden you enjoyed turned into snow, all that remained were the crumpled brown petals of the flowers you loved. You walked alongside Suguru, his large warm hand engulfed yours as you crunched through the snow, “What time will you be back tonight?” His thumb grazed over your knuckle as a somber smile appeared on his face, “Not sure, if this kid doesn’t give me too much trouble I should be back before ten.” He hummed but his smile fell as he saw your nervous expression.

“Are you sure this is the best approach.. I mean.. he’s a special grade-“ “I’m also a special grade.” He chuckled lowly stopping in his tracks, “I’m just saying, I’m worried..” you mumbled looking him up and down, he looked too beautiful right now. Suguru’s hands softly grasped your face as he placed a kiss on your nose, “It’ll be nothing, I promise.. tomorrow morning we’ll be together on Christmas Day..” his forehead connected to yours.

And you believed him.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ Forget-Me-Not || Ch.3✨

Summary: Jake calls you in the evening, panicking: Amber is sick and he does not know what to do. — Or how a flower girl will try to heal a heart beyond repair

Words: 3.1k

Tags: fluff, dad!Jake, like tooth-rotting fluff, domestic situation

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The crackling of the fire, dancing in the hearth, is lulling you to sleep. Heavy as lead, your eyelids close as you doze off, comfortably curled in one of the living room’s armchairs. A pleasant smell of chamomile tea and warm brioche floats in the whole house – your Aunt has just removed the cake she has baked from the oven and has put it on the kitchen table.

If heaven is a place, you are convinced it is Aunt Maya’s house.

Your sleepy mind wanders from thought to thought. Did the last client’s wife enjoy the wedding bouquet you made for her? Will you wash your hair tonight or are you feeling too lazy to do that? Despite the myriad of thoughts you have, your brain always comes back to the memory of Jake Seresin kissing you on the beach. The smell of sunscreen, the sun’s warmth on your skin, and the intoxicating taste of his lips… You continuously recall every slightest detail of the date and, each time you do so, a wave of desire lights your soul on fire. When focusing hard enough on the fresh recollection of your last encounter with the handsome pilot, you can still smell the delicate scent of the ocean melted with his masculine and slightly musky perfume. Since that afternoon, Jake and you meet almost every day.

Summer fling or summer love, whatever you call it, it cannot be ignored. This is what Aunt Maya said when you told her about Jake.

You are about to fall into Morpheus’ soft arms when the muffled sound and vibrations of your phone snatch you from sleep, causing you to jolt.

A quick glance at the clock on the wall: it is 8 PM. Thoughts bump into each other in your skull, for you do not expect any phone call. You blink several times to shoo the fatigue away from your sleepy eyes and grab your phone to look at the screen.

Jake 🌻

Your brows furrow at his name. Even though you got in the habit of calling each other for hours almost every night, it never happens at this time of the evening. Indeed, Jake makes sure Amber is deeply asleep first before spending time with you. You pick up the phone

“Hello?”

“Poppy, I’m sorry for calling you this late but — but I need you.” Jake’s panicked voice sweeps your smile away. Concerned, you get up from the armchair and start to scurry around the living room. Staying still during a phone call had never been a thing for you.

“Alright. What’s the problem?” You keep your composure, hoping for the calmness in your voice to soothe the aviator.

“It’s Amber.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, but his attempt to keep his cool fails miserably, “She has quite a high fever and I don’t know what to do. I – I tried to call Penny but she doesn’t pick up. I asked Rooster and Shark but they are both fucking clueless and useless. Should I bring her to the hospital? Should I give her meds? I don’t know.” He is talking very quickly, and his words muddle up in a half-incomprehensible soliloquy.

“Jake”

“I mean, I’m scared of giving her the wrong type of meds and worsening the situation. But I can’t stay there, arms crossed, while she is clearly in pain! I mean–”

“Jake, calm down. Focus on my voice.” Your tone is firmer but your words are coated with tenderness. Iron fist in a velvet glove they said. You hear the pilot’s shaky breath on the line: he has closed his eyes and holds on to your voice as he would do with a lifebelt, “Do you want me to come?”

Another short pause followed by a long and shaky exhale, “Yes please,” he asked.

“Okay, see you soon.” You double-time to the corridor to put your black Dr. Martens on as soon as you hang up. There is no time to waste, you mumble to yourself for the simple thought of Amber and Jake in distress makes you utterly worried.

“Where are you going, Poppy?” Aunt Maya’s voice said from the kitchen. The lovely old woman is cutting brioche slices and spreading butter on them. She does not even look at you, far too absorbed in his task.

“A friend of mine’s got a problem with his daughter. Gotta help him.” You reply, half distracted by the search for Aunt Maya’s car key.

“Left pocket of my purple jacket.” She declares. You freeze – How the hell does she know what you are looking for? You turn your head towards the kitchen's open door expecting to see Aunt Maya’s silhouette standing there but she is not. The lovely old woman’s lips stretch in a faint but cunning smile, for she can easily imagine your surprise. You squint your eyes and look into the pocket of the said jacket: she is right, the car key is here. The palm of your hand tightens around the car key as you shake your head, amused. Sometimes you wonder if Aunt Maya is the daughter of a witch they couldn’t burn. After all, she had a black cat, was a good cook, she knew plants and their effects by heart ... Yeah, Aunt Maya might be an actual witch.

“Thanks! I don’t know when I’ll be back home.”

“Keep me informed, dear.” She states, her voice emphasizing your nickname to make sure you won't forget to send her messages. You are about to grab the door handle when Aunt Maya’s voice echoes a second time, just before you leave, “Poppy?”

“Yeaaah?”

“ Be careful not to wound yourself with the shards of a broken heart. They can be really sharp.”

“Uhu!” You agree without really listening to what she has just said, for you are too impatient to leave. The door slams at your departure, plunging the house into silence.

Aunt Maya gently shakes her head, wishing you would not learn it the hard way.

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The car engine stops purring as soon as you turned the ignition key and slip it into one of your pockets. You grab the bag on the passenger seat and rest it on your lap for you to quickly roam through the stuff you have brought. You check if you have not forgotten anything. Ibuprofen, soft body sponges, a light Lion King blanket, and plenty of food-- You did not know what Amber likes to eat so you basically bought everything that children of her age love alongside a bunch of fresh fruits. Realizing the weight of the bag, you suddenly feel ridiculous. Isn't it a bit too much? At this point, you are even afraid of Jake's reaction; you don't want him to think you know children better than him nor you want him to believe you meddle too much in his and his daughter’s life.

You are about to leave the car when a familiar floral smell makes you stop in mid-motion. Frowning, you glance over your shoulder to take a look at the backseat. Your Y/EC eyes are welcomed by the tiny white bells of several sprigs of Lily-in-the-Valley, tied with a white silk ribbon. What are these flowers doing here? At first, you thought Aunt Maya may have forgotten them, but you quickly give up the idea for the old woman would never forget flowers in the back of her car. In fact, she was the kind of passionate soul who would have taken care of the bouquet even before taking care of herself. Looking at them a little closer, you notice a small note.

"Carried away by a soft summer breeze, the sweet and green fragrance of my nodding blooms promises the return of happiness."

A soft smile enlightens your face as you recognized the handwriting. Aunt Maya is definitely a witch. You reached for the flowers and smell their delicate spring-like scent. If you already bring a whole minimarket in your bag, you might as well take the Lilies-of-the-Valley with you.

"Damn it," you grumble as you are making your way to the door while trying not to damage the flowers or drop the bag's content all over the ground. Fortunately enough, Jake is already at the door, one of his shoulders leaning against the wooden frame. He has heard the sound of your engine from inside the house.

"Let me help you," He said while already unburdening you from the bag. Somehow, he is well aware that you are strong enough to carry it by yourself, but he feels bad for making you come to his house in the midst of the evening, so he tries to make up for it. Despite his anxiety, the sight of the adorable flowers bouquet in your two delicate hands brought a genuine smile to his face. He has never told you but each time you bring him flowers, the fortress he had built around his heart shatters a bit more.

Jake’s house is a typical beachfront house, whose prevailing material is maple wood. Far from being pompous, his home is more like a cozy nest than a fancy and luxurious residence. The living room is spacious, with an open kitchen. The man makes a good living, but he likes simple things. Growing in Texas often humbled him. Jake puts down the groceries on the kitchen table. Then, he grabs a glass, pours water in it, and sets it on the counter for you to put the lilies in. A faint and exhausted smirk is etched on his thin lips, but you know the last thing he wishes at this moment is to smile. He is just being polite. You put the bouquet in the glass and take a deep breath.

“Alright, where is Amber?”

“In her bedroom”, Jake turned around to face you and leaned against the kitchen table, half-sitting on it. His strong and calloused hands are gripping its edge, “She is trying to sleep but she can’t,” his formal smile slowly fades away from his good-looking face, “When she came back from school she told me she wasn’t feeling well. Headache and stuffy nose. I obviously thought she had caught a cold but one hour ago she started shaking like a leaf and crying. I took her temperature and, dear God, she was burning.” While talking, the aviator had brought a trembling hand on his neck to rub it in a nervous reflex. The kitchen’s light reflects on Jake’s tanned skin and underlines the dark bags he had under his sea-green eyes. To be honest, this is the first time you realize how tired he must be. Hardworking naval aviator, divorced man, single dad, and sports aficionado, you wonder how he can do it all without breaking down.

You take a step closer and gently press your cold hand on his warm arm, remaining silent. You want him to know that you are here for him, but you are afraid of not finding the right words. The contrast between your body temperature wakes up a firework of sensations in your stomach. Jake’s muscles relax as if your simple touch has the power to heal his wounds.

“I usually call Penny when I don’t know what to do but I’ve forgotten she and Amelia are spending a few days sailing with their boat.” His voice, coated with fear a short time ago, is quieter. You crack a soft smile.

“So you thought calling Rooster and Shark was a good idea?”

“I freaked out, but I quickly remembered they suck with kids. They panicked even more than I did. Plus, they are having a short road trip together so they can’t even come,” He pauses and lets out a long sigh, “I am an awful dad. Not even able to know what to do when my own daughter is sick.” Sadness glows in his emerald eyes.

“Don’t beat yourself, Jake. You are scared because you love her to death, and that’s far from being a flaw.” You gently lay your small hand on his cheek, enjoying the raspy sensation of his stubble beard against the delicate flesh of your fingertips. Jake would usually be clean shaved, so seeing him with beard amuses you: it suits him well. But what doesn’t anyway? Lulled by your voice, the pilot closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. He does not know how but you always manage to find the words to calm him down. The exact words and tone — at this point he suspects you to be some kind of witch. Less than ten minutes has passed, and his anxiety already decreased because of your reassuring presence.

“But”

“Hush. Can you show me where Amber’s bedroom is?” Your fingers run one last time on his cheek in a sweet caress before you back up and rummage through the groceries bag to grab what you needed, “You know, I would not worry if I were you. Kids can have a sudden high fever but it usually does not last long. You told me she caught a cold, well it can possibly come from he–”

“Dad, my head hurts!” Said a tired and squeaky voice coming from behind you. Jake and you turn around as one, only to find little Amber standing on the last step of the staircase dressed in a pale pink fluffy pajama. She is rubbing her eyes and sobbing, unable to express her discomfort by other means than crying from her ten little years old. You looked at her, an expression of pure sadness sweeping away your smile. Seeing the bubbly little Amber sobbing breaks your heart.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Jake does not wait any further and immediately walks to his daughter to carry her in his arms. As soon as her dad grabs her, the young girl clings to him like a baby koala, “Don’t worry, Poppy and I are going to take care of you.” He says softly, gently lulling her by stroking her back. As loving the sight of the two is, something disturbs you: Amber is dressed far too much for someone with a high fever.

“Is Poppy gonna stay with me too?” Amber’s little voice asks before she glances at you, curiously. To be true, she missed having a feminine figure in her life, even though she cannot really word it – nor she wants to. Having you around soothes her even more. Jake looks at you, his emerald eyes waiting for your answer as attentively as Amber.

“Of course, I’m gonna stay. And we’ll fight the fever together, little cheetah?”

Little cheetah. Amber lets out a tired chuckle at the pet name, for she immediately understands you call her like that because, when you first met, she ran to you. She laughs, and it is everything. Watching the little blonde girl’s joy makes your heart sparkle. Without further ado, you join the pair and pressed one hand on Jake’s lower back while the other is busy carrying a sponge, a blanket, and a banana, “I’ve got an idea since you cannot sleep. What if we all watch the movie you want?”

“Can we watch the Lion King?” She asks, her face half hidden in her father’s neck. The aviator cannot help but snort, amused. He swears he knows every line of the movie by heart, but that comes with the joy of having kids.

“Of course, we can watch it, that’s also one of my favorite movies. By the way, look what I brought.” You show her the blanket you’ve bought for her: it was a huge and comfy black blanket with the movie logo – a lion face – on it. Amber’s eyes widen at such a sight, her sea-green iris enlightened with excitement.

“Is it for me?!” Amber beams.

Jake lowkey clenches his jaws, trying hard not to let his heart fall for you, even though he is afraid it’s already too late. His inner voice whispers in his ear, telling if that it would not mind if you would stay in their life forever.

“But first, Dad’s gonna dress you with something lighter. Aren’t you, dad?”

“Hm?” Snatched from his thoughts, Jake looks at his daughter, then at you, and blinks several times until his mind connects with what you just said, “But she’s sick. She needs to wear something warm.”

“Nope, she has a high fever, and wearing something too warm can increase her body temperature. She’ll feel better with a lighter pajama.” You raise a brow and the pilot falls silent. He stares at you for a short while, completely wrecked by the thought of you being a caring mom for his daughter. After the bloody war, he fought against his ex-wife to gain Amber’s custody back, Seresin swore to never let another woman step into his and his daughter’s life. And here she was, looking at you with complicity even her own biological mother never had with her.

“Alright, we’ll be there in five minutes.” He finally says, managing to come back to his senses by God knows what kind of miracle. As the father and his daughter disappear upstairs, you decide to make the living room the coziest place possible, already comfortable in this household.

You start cutting fruits and chocolate squares in a bowl, in the company of the spring fragrance coming from the lily-of-the-valley next to you.

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Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.

Amber’s eyes were staring at the screen as Rafiki talked to a grown-up Simba, the movie making her forget the discomfort she was feeling lately. With one hand, she picks banana slices and chocolate. With the other, she presses the cold water-soaked sponge you gave her to alleviate the fever against her forehead. At some point, the adorable little blond turns from her dad to lean her head against your shoulder, her eyes – green like wild forests – still focusing on the screen. You glance at her and smile, a wave of tenderness coming through your soul each time you would look at her lovely bratty pout.

Hey! Where are you going?

I’m going back!

Jake’s heart races to the rhythm of Hans Zimmer’s This is My Home. He has tried really hard not to look at Amber and you, snuggling together and eating the snacks you had made for her to feel better. His very own soul could not handle it – One more glance is all it can take for him to definitely tear his heart from his ribcage and give it to you, no matter if you destroy it right after.

But Amber liked you so much. And you’ve been seeing each other almost every day for one full month. He brings one hand to his forehead, feeling feverish all of sudden. Maybe he has caught Amber’s cold – How can he realize you were the one giving him the fever?

It’s going to be dangerous.

Danger? Haha! I laugh in the face of danger!

His shiny green eyes cannot help but take a quick look at you, but as he gives in he realized he cannot look away anymore. Enchanted by your charming silhouette, Jake drowns in your features. You are beautiful – so beautiful that the flowers you always brought could not compete with your graceful looks. Feeling watched, you frown slightly and check on the blonde pilot. Your eyes meet, and time stops. Boom, boom, it beats faster and faster in his chest. He gathers all his willpower and stretches his arm to rest it on the couch’s back right behind you.

Amber has started to doze off, still snuggled up to you. It seems like she does not want to let you go – Good thing, his father neither.

“Please stay,” Jake whispers, doing his best not to wake his daughter up.

“But it’s going to be dangerous.” You reply, your lovely smile enlightening your face.

“Danger? I laugh in the face of danger.”

“Of course you do, Seresin.”

You chuckle.

He falls.

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kapapi-o · 11 months

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Heaven Sent pt.2

(FemReader x Cyno)

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Part 1 is here.

Pt. 2/?

Des: A continuation of Femreader and Cyno from the brothel au. [1.5k words]

warnings: brief mentions of drug use and implied exploited s+x work.

It's kinda wholesome, trust.

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@scara7102 since u asked, u might shall receive!

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You weren't expecting much when the gray-haired stranger hadn't stopped at the brothel for days.

It's better this way...you think, but in the back of your mind, a small flicker of hope still burns. No, more like– yearned for a glimpse away from this life. Even in the pathetic form of taking up company with an awkward stranger...it was at least far better than the experience received by other patrons.

You escape the main hall of the brothel to restock in the pantry. When you entered, in the corner of your eye, you spot a little boy and panic,

“Arman–I told you to hide!” you scolded the young boy. He was barely 5 years old, but he was quite bright for his age. You scan the area clear of anyone and look down to the child,

“I’m sorry Y/n..” Regret already filling you as you heard his next words, “I was hungry.” His little hands held onto your clothes, and tugged at your heart.

You knelt down to hug him, speaking softly as to not draw attention, “ah, no..It’s okay. I’ll feed you more but you shouldn’t come out while Madam is out there…"

"....if she catches you..then–”

“She’ll take me away…like mom?” you nodded, “Yes, that’s her…” you force a gentle smile to comfort him.

“Go hide now, okay? I’ll come for you soon,” You brush his hair away from his face and place a chaste kiss on his head. Your worry slowly dissipates as you watch him hide into the only empty cabinet no one bothers to check, then exhale in temporary relief.

Truthfully, he’s not your son. You promised to look after him if anything happened to her, and it did. Your fellow sister of the brothel was bought and against her will, sent away from her son. Archons know if she’s alive…her letters stopped weeks ago. Either she’s unable to sneak any letters to you at the current moment or…the worse has come to her.

You did one last check to see if you had everything you needed from there before returning to the main hall. Once you were confident that he hid well, you left to return to the very spot you hate.

Thick air and music that buzzes in your ears weren’t enough to distract from the gross feeling of all those perverted gazes on you. Thankfully, none of them could touch you. The madam wouldn’t let them if they had no pretty penny to pay. So, you allowed yourself to drift to the rhythm, hoping that the numbing effect of the ambiance would soon kick in and let your mind leave this place, drift off to an endless myriad…

Another ring goes by the entrance, and you pay no mind to it.

But then a familiar voice is heard,

"I'd like her." You quickly twist around to see him and a slight warmth washes over you. That familiar ashy gray hair, tanned complexion that complimented his burning amber gaze.

He is ushered to you by an ecstatic Madam and you follow along to a room as per usual.

Once you two were alone, you finally dropped all reserves you put up for that woman and practically beamed at the only other person in the room.

"I'm sorry I took so long to return. There were issues I had to deal with before I could come back."

"No, no, please don't apologize!" You rushed out, breathing out a solemn sigh,

"-you needn't come here anyway, you're not obligated to." Your smile, though unwavering, struck yet another chord to the welcome stranger. But I'm glad you did– you want to say, but no words left your lips.

Instead, you watch the man stiffened in his place, seemingly apprehensive as he casts his eyes to the floor. Pondering on the right thing to say. You curiously stare at the flickering candle light reflect in those eyes of his as he was in thought,

"I should probably tell you why I've come here." He finally spoke, meeting your gaze as you sat still and waited for the next thing he had to say.

"I am the general Mahamatra," you didn't mean to gasp so audibly, but who could blame you for such a shock?

"...you? the Mahamatra?"

He nods, never breaking contact from your eyes. He had to be telling the truth…

You had heard rumors of the notorious general and his treatment of wrongdoers. Now that he has leaked this piece of information to you, just what was he going to do with you? Wouldn't this be the part where he threatens you if you told the madam?

"I’ve been undercover in this area to investigate illegal trafficking activities...among other crimes." He further explains, crossing his arms as he does so. “For months now, I’ve deduced that the main instigators frequent here, and so…”

"I would like to recruit you to be my eyes and ears of this place," He gazes up at your face, the ever-stoic expression with him as he says, "In return, I guarantee you and others like yourself will be freed."

His serious demeanor does not last long as it quickly morphs to one of surprise when tears begin running down your cheeks.

"Y-yes...yes," you rushed to answer from fear that he'll change his mind at a moment's pace, but…it was wholly out of gladness, eagerness, and relief. Finally, a way out.

"I'll-..I'll help you in any way I can." You try your best to respond in between the sobs, it feels overwhelming...

Stiffly, he hesitantly raises his hand to pat your back softly. His eyes drooped again to the floor, unsure if his motions were doing anything to be comforting but...ah...it is. Reality would argue that his way of comforting is the equivalent of a person-sized boulder hovering over you, but it was akin to something of comfort nonetheless,…and that was something you hadn’t had in too long. So you take it, wholeheartedly.

You rubbed your eyes from the tears and glanced at his awkward form next to yours. He looks like, as you can best imagine it; a puppy with ears pressed on its head because the owner is sad. Your sorrow feels a little lighter when you mentally make the comparison and allow a small bit of your happiness to show in the curve of your lips.

He noticed that your sobs had quieted down to sniffles and so, he opted that the best thing to do for you was to continuously rub your back. Then he perks up, perhaps this was his chance–

"How about a joke--"

"N-no! No, no, this is..quite plenty." You giggled as he absent-mindedly clicked his tongue followed by a disappointed 'ah' right after.

The session soon commenced into discussions about key targets for his tasks, specifically, men known in the underground of the desert for the crimes he had briefly mentioned.

"In case you do have…them as clients," he spoke the last part as if he had bile come up his throat, and briefly takes a moment to say the next thing,

"-ingest this into their drink." The amber-eyed man takes out a small sack. You take it from his hand and open it to find little powder-like orbs with an herbal smell to them.

"When you mix two of those into their drink, the drug will kick in to knock them out. However, depending on the size of the target, the time in which the drug will activate varies, so…"

"Keep your guard up." You nodded. Your spine shivered in fear…what if you were caught? What if the drug didn't kick in time?

From the way your hand fiddled slightly with the sack, he could read how you were feeling.

"Nothing will happen to you." To your surprise, you felt a firm grip on your hand as he placed his atop. It was his way of trying to reassure you.

Remembering his promise and what it could mean for you, and Arman…

"Cyno," you spoke out of the blue, and he's unexpectedly glad to hear his name from you as he tunes in,

"If I'm going into this, I have one thing to ask of you."

If it were for that precious child of your dear friend, then you could probably take on the world.

After he had heard and agreed to your conditions, that fear left you and you both discussed in detail how this was going to go.

When the day had finished and the stars appeared, you made sure that everyone was vast asleep before letting him come out.

"Cyno?" Arman says. He sat comfortably in your arms as you and he raised your hand up to the moon from the windowsill, staring off in wonder together.

"That’s his name, little one"

“He’ll help us? like a hero?” he asks, turning to you all giddy. You hummed in response, your heart warming when you saw a little smile form from the round face of the child.

“Yeah, he’ll help us get out of here. Then aunty can buy you all the candies you want.” you tickled his sides and grinned at his squirming and half-laughs.

That cool sumerian evening, the night sky was a lot prettier than when you last saw it. Perhaps it was the stars that seemed to burn brighter now that there was hope coming your way.

Far away from the brothel, the desert, and its hidden crimes, the moon shone in on a certain hut in the forest.

A young man reluctantly sat at his desk, waiting for his troublesome friend. His fennec ears twitched at the sound of feet landing on the ground.

That must be him.

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A/N : Part 3 is out!

#cyno #cyno x reader #cyno x fem!reader #rescue #brothel au #genshin #sumeru #genshin impact #wholesome #y/n #y/n x cyno

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stellartales · 2 years

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Hello! Can I requests headcannons for Zhongli’s kiddo? I liked the headcannons for pregnant s/o and I was wandering how you’d think they’d look like, traits they’ll inherit from him, other character’s opinions on them and just general stuff! (Anything you’d like to think of, also I can’t help but picture that Zhongli would have a daughter-)

Thanks for reading <333

thank you for such interesting request! i'm glad you enjoyed the headcanon :3 for those wondering, anon here is referring to this headcanon here. The content relating/answering to this ask would not really be formatted in the same way as I've written my existing headcanons tho.

HEADCANON: what would his offspring be like?

I don't know how or why but I understand what you meant by you not being able to help picturing our Geo Daddy having a little girl — it somehow clicks with me too as I read your req?

APPEARANCE

It's a little hard to say since the mother is...well a reader (basically anyone who read that headcanon), which means i don't have clear picture of how the child would look accurately.

But his child would definitely inherit his tall genes, maybe get his eyes as well — meaning the same bright and sharp look he carries, possibly the goldenish amber eyes.

since he/she came from Zhongli who is obviously not human, ahem, god/adepti, his/her hair would be the same as his; dark brown hair which fades to amber brown at the tips. if it was a daughter, i'd imagine her to have long hair, and if it was a son, his hair would look a little unruly, similar to Zhongli (Idk why but imagine his son with a hairstyle like Chongyun's but in Zhongli's color)

ABILITIES

Okay I had to dig around and study Ganyu and Yanfei for this. Cause I wasn't sure whether do they inherited their parents' adepti powers or not XD From what i've read, their powers (as we all know. duh) are from Visions like any other characters in Genshin.

...so based on this, Zhongli's child probably wouldn't inherit Geo power from her/his dad? their powers mainly be from Visions just like Ganyu and Yanfei. (...but again, Zhongli is a god right? maybe it's different?)

but one or two things I'm sure of would be immortality. (definitely able to live as long as thousand years).

she/he would probably have like super good endurance, strength, able to withstand harsh climates, maybe shapeshift like him. Has a good knack at weapon mastery and combat since Rex Lapis was known to be the strongest Archon who won a seat during the Archon War — he was known by many names...God of War, God of Stoves, God of Contract etc.)

Most combat abilities she/he gained are from Zhongli himself because they would favor the polearm over other weapon types after watching how lightning fast their father fight using one.

RELATIONSHIPS

with ZHONGLI himself:

definitely close to his child. Likes to bring child around Liyue, telling the stories behind the different ruins or areas. Child loves watching the Chinese opera with him and listening to stories at teahouses but in their opinion, Zhongli is the best storyteller (like c'mon even i'd love to hear him talk all day; can't blame them). One of the child's favorite thing to do is listen to bedtimes stories from their father, always gets lulled to sleep easily.

the child is his greatest treasure alongside his s/o. Zhongli is protective over them (duh) but at the same time, he would not overbearing and let them the space to learn, struggle and pick themselves up; a bit like how he had looked over Liyue quietly as Zhongli the incognito Archon.

The child could certainly always count on their father to give them the best advice and the best listening ear.

HUTAO

idk why but when i thought of them living in the city, my mind went straight to this girl haha

Child is definitely intrigued by Hutao but Zhongli wouldn't trust to let them be alone with the director, afraid they would start learning strange things from her HAHHA — he learnt this the hard way:

one incident when he had to leave the parlor for a while to run a quick errand, only to find that she had put the child inside a child-sized coffin to let them take a nap when there was a cushioned bench to lie on. on their way home, Zhongli gets pestered by the child to buy a coffin, wanting make one their bed. dear archons, the route back to their home seemed painfully long that day — Zhongli had a hard time trying to help his child understand why a coffin cannot be used as a bed and what was the purpose of it.

that day, he swore never to leave Hutao alone with his child ever again.

XIAO

Xiao would be fiercely protective of this child — it is afterall Morax's offspring. He would feel like it is also his duty to keep her/him safe. Xiao is definitely not a people person, much less a person who knew how to interact with kids so he would prefer to watch over the kid from afar.

if Zhongli had to leave it up for someone to watch over the child when he or s/o couldn't, and there was only Xiao — Xiao would be rather reluctant, voicing his concerns about the karmic debt he carries harming the child. if it was really up to him to watch over the child, he would still do it while keeping the child literally one arm's length away. He would put in a lot of effort to place a small distance between him and the child.

— due to this, Xiao would be dubbed "the weird older brother" by the child. (yes older brother. not uncle, cause the child is calling him based on Xiao's youthful appearance.)

MADAME PING

as written in the headcanon that Madame Ping was quite involved in the life of the child since he/she was in their mother's womb, she is practically a grandmother figure to the kid. Definitely would be the first person in mind to help look after the child if Zhongli and s/o couldn't. Similar to Zhongli, Madame Ping have many stories to tell about Liyue to the child. I'd say the kid likes to hang around in her abode too cause it's tbh quite interesting don't you think?

anddddd this is all i can think of.

thanks for requesting and reading :)

#zhongli headcanons #zhongli genshin #zhongli x reader #zhongli daddy #zhongli ask #genshin imagines #zhongli imagines #zhongli scenarios #zhongli as a dad #zhongli genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin xiao #hutao imagines #madame ping #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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hislittleraincloud · 1 month

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(Mature, NC-17, Cairo Sweet/Jonathan Miller, Jairo, student-teacher, age gap, angst, language, sex/smut (Chapter 2 & 3 are the explicit ones), etc. This fic begins at the very end, where the film left off.)

Note: I'm publishing [this first chapter only] here in advance of its publication on AO3. I'm growing tired of the blackouts. I don't publish there often enough to not be affected. Just please, if you liked it, go to AO3 once it's published there for the blah blah. I'll let you know when it is. // I'm still working on Chapter 3, it's 90%. Homestretch. And yet I want more Jairo....

Summary: Judgement day in front of the school board has come, but Jonathan Miller had something more than a fancy lawyer to get him out of trouble. Can he and Cairo escape a dangerous situation and work out their differences? Maybe after some fancy bourbon and a cigarette. Or two.

Tags from AO3: Teacher-Student Relationship, age gap, Age Difference, Seduction, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Mild Cock Worship, Mesophilia, Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, detailed sex, Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Literary References & Allusions, Literary Fucking, Consenting Adults, Erotica, Drama, Dramedy, Erotic Thriller, Fluff, Fluffy, Dialogue-Driven, narration, Southern Gothic, Canon Compliant, Miller's Girl, Definite Amber Heard references, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking

Chapter 1: If You Asked Me To

Opal County Board of Education

“I came.”

“That you did.”

Jon shook his head at her smirking satisfaction. “This…this is your last chance, Cairo. Last chance to come clean.”

“Have you come clean, Jonathan?”

“As a matter of fact, I have. I have come quite clean about your d —” he stopped himself with a frustrated sigh. It was hot enough outside without abandoning decorum (with his accuser, no less). “Your midterm and the circumstances around it. I'm just hopin’ against hope that in these last few minutes before this very public hearing, you will too.”

“It isn't public, is it?”

“It's public enough.” His eyes suddenly lifted to the attention of someone in the short distance beyond Cairo’s head, and he waved as the footsteps clacked up the stairs. “Speakin’ of hope.”

“Hey Mr. Miller!”

Cairo’s jaw clenched when she heard the sing-song voice of Winnie Black, but when she turned towards it, she was dumbstruck by how different Winnie looked: her usually untamed mane was combed back, the length of her long, bushy tresses held at bay with a baby pink hair band. Her light grey and pink argyle cardigan complemented her pleated knee-length skirt, which was far too tight on her curvy form. She looked like a completely different person, and if it weren't for the careless, open-mouthed way she gnawed on her gum—and her white faux fur tote bag that looked like a yeti’s nutsack—one might believe that she was.

She yelped as she almost fell into Jon, snagging the toe of her black Mary Janes on one of the steps.

He steadied her with his hand. “Oo, careful there —”

“I'm just so eager to help you that my feet got ahead of me,” she cooed, her trademark flirtatiousness as incapable of being contained as the breasts that were almost bursting through the white dress shirt underneath her sweater, which she pulled down and adjusted as she righted herself.

Jon spoke to her, but his gaze remained frozen on Cairo’s bitter countenance. “Okay, well don't — you don't wanna git yourself hurt now, Miss Black.”

“We sure wouldn't want that now, would we,” Cairo blurted, staring at Winnie’s profile. Her words cut fast like a bullet, killing the cordiality between Winnie and Jon instantly.

Winnie finally turned to acknowledge Cairo’s presence. A sly grin peeled across her lips as she checked her out from head to toe and back. “Well look who showed up lookin’ like her dog done stepped on a bee.”

Jon’s internal seismometer could feel the impending quake. Cairo’s eyes hadn't left Winnie’s face. He dipped his chin and picked up his bag, backing away. “I'll let you — I'll give you some space.”

“See you on the other side, Mr. Miller!”

Winnie snapped her gum as she watched him purse his lips and turn up the stairs, hopping up each step towards the doors. She languidly turned back to Cairo with a sigh, her judgmental eye scanning her former friend up and down.

“The preppy look don't suit you.”

“That suit don't suit you.”

“Looks like two can play at this little cosplay game, sweetheart.”

Cairo’s brow remained deeply furrowed. She could feel her breathing start to tighten. “What're you doing here?”

“I'm here to testify against you…like I told you I would.”

“And like I told you, your credibility —”

“What credibility? I haven't told any lies, Cairo. I may’ve flirted heavily with a teacher, that's my cross to bear. I've already written it all down, just like you did,” she said, sliding a manila folder out of her bag and holding it up, fanning herself with it. “I don't know Your Honor —”

“It's not in front of a judge, you —”

“I was just bein’ a lil’ aggressive with my platonic affections for Coach Fillmore,” she continued, uninterrupted and undeterred. “You see, young people can get a little crazy sometimes…,” her voice faltered. She looked down at Cairo’s shoes, then looked up, a tear falling from her eye, her lip quivering. “Cairo made me send that photo to him —”

“You fucking bitch, I'll —”

“You’ll what, kill me?” Winnie had shut off the water works as effortlessly as Cairo had, and Cairo’s small stature jolting forth didn't even make her flinch. “Oh honey, I know you don't care enough about me to trade Yalie blue for prison orange. If they'll even have you after this.”

Jon leaned against a pillar base, watching Cairo’s face fall from the top of the stairs, her heart-shaped lips dropping open. Broken. The turn of her chin towards him in her crestfallen disbelief lasted a lifetime.

Winnie turned and hopped up the stairs. She pat Jon on the stomach, causing him to huff.

“Almost showtime, cowboy,” she said, turning around and walking backwards. “I mean…Mr. Miller, sir.” She winked at him, but her eyes widened as she stuck her fingers in her mouth and plucked out her gum, flicking it into the trash bin behind the pillar before she stepped in through the building’s doors. She waved at him with the same fingers, and he waved back.

When he turned his head, Cairo was slowing her steps to the one right underneath him. His heart leapt from his chest to his throat, then to his gut: her brow had relaxed into a neutral position, but she still looked terrified.

“It's too late, isn't it.”

“For some things, maybe.” He watched her frown deepen, and she moved to continue into the building. He was able to grab the crook of her elbow, but upon her nasty glare, he let go, hands up. His own brow softened. “Maybe not,” he offered, his concern thickly coating his words. “You'll get destroyed in there, Cairo.”

“Too late for that,” she grumbled, attempting to continue on.

“Hey,” his abruptness startled her still, and he was able to cut in front of her path. He moved to place his hands on her shoulders, but instead, stuffed them in his pockets. “I'm here. Not for me, my fate’s already decided. I'm walkin’ in there on suspension. I'm here for —” he sighed through his nose. “I know you didn't want this. Nobody does. But I understand what I did, Cairo. Now when you walk through those doors, you'll understand what you did too, and no one’s —” he swallowed, shaking his head and averting his gaze. He lowered his voice and his lips to her ear.

“People don't look too kindly on manipulators, even in this day n’ age, even in the thick of #MeToo. That's all I'm sayin’.”

“I don't have anything more to say than what is in my written complaint, so I politely decline to take – to make any further comment.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Don't need ‘em.”

“Well, what about your lawyer, or advocate, anyone?”

“Don't need one.”

Principal Joyce Manner was nonplussed. “Miss Sweet —”

“Don't I have the right not to testify?”

“Well, you were the one to bring the complaint….”

Cairo couldn't mask her disgust at the female lawyer Jon’s wife had hired as her parting gift to him. She was a celebrity lawyer with the capacity to render any liar lie-less within minutes of interrogation, apparently, and she was pricey; much pricier than even Cairo’s parents.

And she was gorgeous, just like each of her parents.

In another timeline, the lawyer and the lawyers' daughter might be related; both flavorful, petite, dark brunettes, the chestnut undertones of their hair were particularly visible under the natural light pouring in from the windows of the hearing room. There was little difference, how the sun touched their skin and clothes, but their individual posture was telling as Cairo sat forward in her seat while the lawyer relaxed her shoulders and clasped her hands before speaking softly.

“Miss Sweet. Thank you for showing the courage to be here. You're a very brave young woman.” Her voice was mellow and comforting, emphasized by her upturned, pitying brow, but Cairo knew better. Same look, same vocal tone as Mama Sweet whenever she was doing the same thing during her own trials to butter up the hot lobster she was slow-boiling on the stand. It appeared that this lawyer could sense from Cairo’s silent defiance that the tactic wasn't working, as she quickly flipped off the heat. “Please tell us in your own words what happened between you and Professor Miller. Starting from when you first entered his classroom.”

“Can I plead the fifth?”

“This isn't a criminal trial, Miss Sweet.

“Then why do I feel like you're treatin’ me like a criminal?”

“That's not our intention today, Miss —”

“Isn't it?”

“Miss Sweet. Can you just proceed to tell us what happened?”

“And I have stated quite plainly that I have no desire to do that. Everything I had to say is in my complaint.”

“Let's move on, then,” the lawyer didn't miss a beat, nearly clipping the end of Cairo’s sentence. “You had a conversation with your classmate about Mr. Miller. Miss Winnie Black?”

Her gaze automatically flickered to where Winnie sat just behind Jon. She was unreadable, but then, Cairo had hardly stopped to read, her eyes quickly turning back to the podium.

“I’ve had several conversations with Miss Black about Mr. Miller.”

“Will the board please look to Exhibit 7B, please,” her strike was swift and hard, as if she had been anticipating Cairo’s calculated caginess. She approached the stand with a thin packet of papers, placing it on the ledge next to Cairo's water bottle. “Apologies, Miss Sweet, here's a copy for you, please review it.” To observers, the time that the lawyer gave to Cairo to look over the documents seemed far too short, but they were also so far unaware of the conversation’s brevity. “Does this look like a conversation you had?”

“Looks like one. Coulda been edited,” she half-heartedly suggested, carelessly dropping the transcript back where the lawyer had put it.

“I assure you, it's not edited. In fact, this is a transcription of an audio recording provided by Miss Black in Exhibit 7A, which I will play for the board in just one second —”

“Hey, I object to my bein’ recorded without my consent —”

“Tennessee is a one party state, Miss Sweet, or did Greg and Ivy not tell you that?” The expressed familiarity with her parents had its intended effect on Cairo, with her turning to Joyce for support that wasn't there. The lawyer dropped her eyes, shuffling her papers. The unkindness of her rhetorical question stung, the board members shifting uncomfortably in their seats as the lawyer reached for a small remote.

Cairo shot up out of her seat. “Then I wish to withdraw my complaint —”

“It’s too late for that, Miss Sweet. The matter is out of your hands. Now sit down,” Joyce spoke up and tried not to show her annoyance. She waited until Cairo slowly sank back down, defeated. She nodded at the lawyer, whose thumb was poised but patient on the remote. “Play the recording, please.”

What're you doin’ to Mr. Miller?

I'm testifying against him. In front of the school board.

Why?

He underestimated me. I overestimated him.

Are you okay?

I'm inspired.

That's not funny.

It is. A little.

Please don't do this.

Why?

You're gonna ruin his life. And for what? To avenge your rejection? To punish him? Because he didn't want to [bleep] you?

He wanted to [bleep] me, Winnie.

Huh. Yes. But he didn't leave his wife for you. …I'll testify against you.

No you won't.

Excuse me?

I'll show them the evidence I have against you and Boris…and not only will your credibility be shot to [bleep], but you'll incriminate him as well.

Cairo abruptly popped out of the leather seat and sprinted past all of the scrutinizing eyes towards the double doors.

Two teachers can lose their jobs. Oh hey, maybe we can double team.

Jon had shifted in his seat the moment she started objecting. Not a single person moved to chase after her. Not one, until it was almost compulsory for his feet to start flying down the same path.

Winnie: “how's it feel?”

“Fuck you!” Cairo cursed aloud at the text.

Winnie: “knowin that I'm gettin that rec that you so desperately wanted? 😘”

Jon called out, slightly out of breath as he chased her down the barren sidewalks. “Cairo! Cairo, stop! Don't do anything stupid —”

She whipped around, her face contorted in a pathetic anguish. “It's too late for that!” She turned back to her phone, hyperventilating.

Cairo: “FUCK OFF!!1”

She typed quickly, her hands shaking, even as she screeched the words in real time. Her phone hit the pavement as hard as she threw it; it bounced against Jon’s shoes as she sobbed and continued ripping her way through the sidewalk in her Keds.

Winnie: “right back atcha, bb 🖕🏽😎🖕🏽”

He scooped it up, glancing at the shattered screen and their conversation before pocketing it and struggling to keep up with her quick strides.

He had almost reached her. It surprised him how briskly she could speedwalk on those little legs, and he was already panting. He tried to grab her arm, but she jerked away. “Cairo —”

She turned again, her face reddened and tear stained. “Just fuck —”

She squealed in terror as she was suddenly weightless, his body a blur to steal her tiny form from the path of the oncoming SUV that hadn't seen her. She hadn't even heard him scream her name to warn her. Maybe he did. Or maybe it was all in her head, just like everything else.

Whatever it was, it stole her breath, and she fell limp like a ragdoll in his arms, fainted.

“Cairo? Cairo,” he said, holding her up. Jon looked around, struggling to keep her upright. There were a few uninterested people around the street corner; the other few people who had passed in their cars seemed to slow down until he backed onto a bus bench, heaving her onto it lengthwise with her back to the street. He slid her phone out of his pocket—its shattered screen was almost chipped in one corner, flashing on and off depending on how he held it. He dropped it into his jacket pocket before his trembling hands found their way to his own. Still panting, he glanced at Cairo’s form on the bench, scanned the area for the nothing that it was, and cursed.

Boris pulled up to the curb in his black sedan as Jon waved him down. Jon’s sweaty, thankful face filled his passenger side window as soon as he lowered it.

“I didn't know who else to call…or text.”

Boris grunted in his irritance, leaning against his steering wheel. “Where is she?” Jon moved aside, revealing her body on the bench. “Is she dead?”

Jon’s brow furrowed in his disbelief. “Wh — no, she's not dead! She just — she just fainted. And now I think she’s sleeping. I don't know — she's breathing, but not wakin’ up.”

Boris sighed, craning his neck to look up and down the street. “I don't think I need to tell you what this looks like —”

“Then don't — we're beyond looks now —”

“Maybe you are, but I ain't drivin’ no unconscious student back to their house! Alone! With you! Wake Sleeping Beauty up, we gotta get ‘er home.”

Jon looked back to the bench where she lay, her body quietly breathing. He looked back at Boris, a withering shake of his head telling of his desperation.

Boris slow-blinked into a rolled eye, acquiescing to Jon’s pleas and putting his car in park.

“God damn it,” he pointed his finger at his face while unbuckling his seatbelt.

“You owe me bigtime for this.”

“I know.”

Sweetland Manor, Lovell Hill

“Just set her down there, right there on the settee —”

Jon led Boris inside, and his instincts could've led the good coach to believe that he might've previously been inside her house for an extended period of time, even when he hadn't. Boris’s wide eyes drank in the darkly opulent hallways and decor until he was directed to set Cairo down on the velvet couch near the tall windows of the parlor.

“God damn. Didn't know Miss Cairo was rollin’ in the dough.”

“You didn't?”

“I told you before. I know where the line is —”

“And that's why you're still teaching and I'm not —”

“That's exactly right. Now let’s get the Hell outta here before that line gets stomped on any more,” he turned, trodding back down the hallway towards the colonade. Jon followed, but with a different type of urgency as Boris’s keys jingled in his hand.

“I can't leave her alone.”

“That's for damn sure —”

“That's not what I mean,” he stopped in his tracks at the front doors. “Boris.”

He threw his head back and turned. “Man, you can't be serious —"

"I'm very serious, I haven't been more —"

"You're in enough trouble already —”

“And I would never forgive myself if somethin’ happened to her! I'm already never gonna forgive myself. But this…it’s the least I can do for her now.”

“For her or for you?” He stabbed his car key so hard in his direction that Jon could feel the wind of it on his face.

He swallowed. “Are you askin’ out of concern or curiosity?”

Boris huffed, nodding as he watched the tip of his key scratch into the center of his palm. His anger vanished, replaced by guilt. They both listened to the white noise of it before he softened, and looked his friend in the face. There was genuine concern written into his brow, and genuine fear as well. “You really think she'd do somethin’ to herself?”

“She's all alone.”

“Is she?”

“Did you see anyone back there with her? Or here?”

“I take it Miss Black —”

“Testified for me, remember?”

Boris put his finger to his lips, looking like he was going to be sick. He shook his head, hard. “God damn it!” He continued to his car, incensed and alone. He whipped open the car door and stabbed his key at Jon again before dropping into his seat. “Next time, call an Uber.”

Jon hurriedly approached close enough to plead for one last thing. “And uh…please don't —”

“Deaf, dumb, and blind. Like Helen Keller,” he said as he turned his key in the ignition.

“Drive safe, Helen,” he waved.

“Who's that dumbass talkin’? I don't know who the fuck he is, never seen him before in my life.”

It was a blended storm of frustration and consternation as he stood over her, watching her shoulder rise and fall as she lay dead to the world, but thankfully not dead. She came pretty damn close, though.

Goddamn, Little Ghost. What am I supposed to do with you now?

The pressure in his bladder that he felt so strongly in the hearing room had returned—it had been driven away by the tightening he felt the second he pulled her away from the path of the SUV; a miracle considering the situation should've called for instant release—so much so that it overpowered his reluctance to let her out of his sight. At least she was home, and there didn't seem much incentive to run.

Run to the bathroom, maybe grab a drink of water or juice if she has any, then come right back was the plan.

Of the Greek Revivals in the South, Sweetland Manor, a.k.a. Lovell Hill, most closely resembled the Thornhill plantation house in Forkland, Alabama, and Jon knew this after some midnight Google stalking the day that Cairo told him where she lived. Still, he’d been drinking the night he looked at the floor plans, so his mind’s eye was bleary when it came to what was where.

Across the hall from the parlor was a bedroom, but his urgency sent him down the hall and past a—a library!—that he would have to check out after he was done with his business. As he started to breathe deeply in his attempt to avoid incontinence, he smelled an oddly sweet scent in the air, wherever he stepped: it was a dichotomously light and heady fragrance that reminded him of the tropics. The Bahamas. Bimini, in particular, where he and Bea honeymooned so many years ago. It was a strange combination of floral and…fruit? He stopped, his body temporarily forgetting its need to piss as he wracked his brain trying to place the scent. Pineapple? No, it's not that sharp. It smelled just as sugar-savory, though, and it was coming from all directions. He thought for just a moment that perhaps it was a Glade Plug-in, but those things were never as pleasant or subtle. A minor stabbing in his abdomen woke him out of his enchantment; he pinched his nose to rub out the obsession as he peeked around corners, finding the dining room, the rather modern kitchen, a large back patio that had an absolutely gorgeous Edwardian wrought iron and glass table, and finally, the bathroom. Or, a bathroom, since this one seemed to be a mere water closet off of the kitchen.

He glanced at himself in the mirror after he was done. He looked awful—his normally bagged eyes were even baggier from lack of healthy hydration and sleep. His reflection couldn't blame him; ever since Cairo turned in her midterm, he hadn't been able to sleep much. Obviously from her current state, she hadn't been able to, either. A splash of cold water against his eyes and he was headed back to that kitchen to quench his thirst after all of the stress and activity of getting the little tired ghost back home.

It was odd to see such a modern kitchen in an old mansion like this, but it is what it is, and perhaps her parents were foodies—Greg and Ivy Thompson, as he was informed by his own entertainment lawyer, hobnobbed with their rich and famous clients on the regular, so surely there was a celebrity chef amongst that lot. White with black and gunmetal furnishings, the decor was minimalist compared to the rest of the house, and the cabinets, plenty; Jon’s breath caught at the sight of them. Not the cabinets themselves, but what sat on the shelves behind the glass panels of the doors.

Row after row of staggered row of hard liquor: vodkas, tequilas…whiskeys. Not just any whiskeys, either, as he’d discovered after his beeline to the row of beautiful golden browns behind the cab right next to the fridge—none of that Crap Daniels gasoline—but celebrity whiskeys and bourbons. Decent ones, at that. Bob Dylan’s Heaven’s Door Small Batch, Lagavulin Offerman Edition Charred Oak Cask, Sassenach Limited Batch Blended. A lonely blue bottle of David Beckham’s Haig Club Clubman in the back, untouched. His hand twitched and went straight for his favorite, a mostly full bottle of Sweetens Cove Blended Bourbon. He opened it, deeply inhaling the notes of toasted oak and brown sugar, his mouth watering for the sweet taste that reminded him of a densely alcoholic Almond Joy. He found himself a crystal lowball glass and poured it halfway full before replacing the bottle in its place, taking a moment to thank the cabinet for its fine spirits before gently snapping its door shut.

He checked his watch as he briskly headed back down the hall—How long had he left her for?—but not without almost spilling his Cove all over the front of his shirt when his feet stopped on his recent memory—the library. All of those leatherbounds, hubbed spines, gilt letter volumes of classics, wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling shelves packed full and equipped with sliding ladders on each for the ghostly occupant of the house who might be a little too short to reach. He could already see where she’d deigned to, from the empty spaces on the highest of shelves…and lower shelves where he, but not she, could reach. It tickled him to imagine her attempting to reach for one of the tomes and failing.

He set his glass down onto a lower empty shelf and reached into one of those high hollows of darkness next to a ladder, the gilt of “1905” on the foot of a spine catching his eye. “NOVELS OF THE SISTERS BRONTË | THE PROFESSOR” it read in gold between the raised bands of its fine, red Moroccan leather. It had been moved, possibly read, but lazily left behind against others that were too thick and obscure for a busy young girl. He flipped it into his hand and reached for his glass, pausing for a moment to appreciate the little finger marks in the dust on the edge of the shelf that he’d missed before.

His anxiety was quelled once he wound his way back to the salon. She was still fast asleep, huddled in a little ball against the velvet and pillows, her bowed lips in a frown as she breathed through her nose. Her normally kempt bangs were clinging to her forehead in sweat, but there was a slight shiver to her breaths. He glanced around the room, the afternoon daylight still spilling in to illuminate its quiet sanctuary, but there was nothing else besides more pillows and books, so he put his treasures down on the book-crowded coffee table and skipped over to the bedroom across the hall.

He winced when he found it, but it was the only thing light enough to tote around quickly without cumber: a Denver Broncos woven throw, from their 2015 Superbowl win against the Panthers. Jon was a Titans man through and through, but he also had great respect for the Panthers (at least, he had great respect for Boris’s Carolina fanaticism). He was there, in San Francisco with Boris, thanks to Bea and her highfalutin' connections. Also thanks to Bea—and Boris—his own collectible throw lay unused in its bag in a closet back at the house, after he was convinced not to burn it in the parking lot after the game.

He draped it over her body as carefully as he could without waking her, his only fright being a soft murmur from her throat as it settled around her shoulders. He seemed to be incapable taking his eye off of her very safe and secure form, even as he pulled one of the salon chairs up to the coffee table, where he relieved a spot of its books for his bourbon. He sat, Brontë book in hand, but was reminded of his pocket heavy with their phones when the bulk jabbed into his thigh.

Cairo’s screen was totally fucked. She had thrown it with such force that it rendered her neon green case useless against the hot, solid Tennessee pavement. It turned on, but there was no use trying to access any apps. He laid it face up next to his glass and checked his own phone, which should’ve been thanking its lucky stars that it hadn't met the same fate as hers. A message from Boris and a shit ton of messages from Bea.

I oughta block her.

The obsequient in him merely steered his brain towards ignoring the messages as they came, and instead checking what Boris had to say. The problem was, Jon didn't know what to say back. Just as he couldn't admit his feelings to him that day in the bleachers, he couldn't admit to them now. But now, he was just angry about it. Angry at himself for being so gutless, but also angry at Boris for pretending like he hasn't done worse.

Yes, damn it, yes, I'm in love with her. She's—you don't get it, she's eidetic, I'm eidetic. To the same photographic degree! Fuck man, don't just look at her face, her body, that's all bonus! I'm talking about her mind. Her mind. It's overflowing with talent and knowledge and…and feeling. That g…that woman knows things. She is…exceptional. And I went about this the wrong fucking way. I know that.

But fuck, Boris. Fuck you and the lesbo porn you're jackin’ off to, with her n’...her n’ Miss Black! Don't you get it? She wanted you to show that shit to me. God damn! Fuckin’ self-righteous asshole. Don't gimme any of that goddamn line shit either…like you ain't after Miss Black. You gave her your phone number, dumbass! Imagine what would happen if fuckin’ Cairo turned you in, too. She's got those photos hangin’ over your head now, we're brothers in arms. Don't you fucking abandon me.

Jon reached for his glass and took his first sip of the Cove, the nutty Neopolitan dessert notes blanketing his tongue and granting a little calm and clarity. He punched in a simple emoji and left it at that, pocketing the phone and getting comfortable to read, his eyes flickering up to keep watch on the girl who seemed to have no idea that he was there. Or that she was there. Something pretty hard must've hit her in that moment she wasn't hit, but Jon would keep vigil regardless. It was the least he could do.

That, and without his car, he was pretty much stranded there.

But, you're only really stranded when you don't want to be where you are, and his acceptance of that fact quickly dispatched the excuse to another sip of that sweet, sweet bourbon. He sat back into comfort and slipped his reading glasses on, prepared to keep company with another English professor and a girl who was much more demure and diplomatic than the little wrecking ball at his feet.

“Cairo? Cairo!”

Jon popped up when he realized he’d fallen asleep. He nearly tripped on the Broncos throw at his feet when it hit him that he must've been asleep for more than ten hours, and that in ten hours, a lot could happen with a broken-hearted young girl whose life had crumbled before her eyes. He thought he might start to hyperventilate when he caught wind of it again.

That smell. That weird, tropical scent of flowers and something. It was stronger, somehow. It felt damp, and this time was accompanied by a very faint and muffled 90's power ballad. Celine Dion? He followed his senses, and they led him down the hall and up the stairs, where an acrid cloud of fresh cigarette smoke was wafting out of a room at the top. The cloud swallowed the pleasant scent, but at least now he could breathe.

The music had stopped the second he stepped foot into the room. He found her on the window seat across from her bed, cigarette in hand and laptop in her lap. The ashtray on her little table stand told of her chainsmoking, since it clearly needed to be emptied.

She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him.

“Left, right, left, soldier. Or didn't you get the memo?” Her eyes followed him as he stood to lean against her footboard. “I left you a note.”

“I didn't — I didn't see a note.”

“I knew I shoulda stapled it to your forehead. You just looked so peaceful, I didn't wanna wake you.”

He was snoring when I woke, his open book on his gut, threatening to slide off onto the floor on the next inhale. I slipped it carefully from under his slack fingers and placed my blanket over his form, along with one of my mama’s decorative pillows under his cheek. Gets cold at night in this old house, and a crick in the neck’s made worse by it.

Kissing him for the first time was a lot more tender than it was in my imagination. It was the feel of his beard on the backs of my fingers that was unexpected. Softer than it looked, even with every other hair deciding to grow at an angle unconducive towards neatness. The funny corner of his open mouth was all I could get from him in his state, lest I wake him from his exhausted slumber. I can still feel the hairs poking into my lips, even as I tried to keep it brief.

I could've pet that beard forever, though.

I left it propped up on the coffeetable. I thought for sure you'da seen it. “Left, right, left, soldier. Come and find me.” Written in red and punctuated with a stupid little schoolgirl’s stupid little heart…because goddamn —

I still love you.

“But that begs the question, why did I wake up to find you sleepin’ in my house, and why haven't you gone?”

“Those are two separate questions —”

“I believe they have the same answer.”

“...I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Do I look alright?”

He pursed his lips. Her hair was brushed out, and she was wearing an oversized flannel nightshirt over floral silk shorts. Blush over black was somehow fitting, and aside from that odd mismatch and the redness around her eyes, she looked cleaned up.

“You look like you been cryin’. Have ya?”

She took a long draw on her shortened cigarette, shortening it further down to the filter. “I vomited so hard I was up in tears, does that count?”

“So you're not alright.”

She crushed the end of her stub into a pile of ash next to the other butts in the ashtray while at the same time reaching for a new one.

“I'll manage,” she said as she struggled with her low-fuel lighter. She checked the end and twisted back to her laptop, taking a big drag and exhaling slowly as she started to close tabs on her browser. She glanced at him, dismissive with her cigarette hand. “You can go. I know you don't wanna be here.”

“Now what on Earth gives you that impression?”

“So you do wanna be here?”

He eyed her cigarette, and her pack. “May I?”

“You may.” As he bent back from taking the cigarette, he looked around for something to sit on. “I got a chair by the vanity,” she gestured.

He humbly thanked her and dragged it over, close enough to reach the ashtray if he needed it. He lit up, his first large stream of smoke directed towards the ceiling.

“Tell me why you wrote it,” he said, his eyes watching the smoke drift. He turned his head to see her slightly confuzzled countenance.

“I told you why —”

“No. No more hiding behind academic aspirations. No bullshit. It's just you n’ me now. You n’ me —”

“ ‘ — coastin’ on a tattered raft out in the ocean, all alone save for the salty sea air and the shit-droppin’ seagulls above’?” She watched Jon chuckle, smoothing his hand over his eyes and then his mouth. Her second recitation from Apostrophes and Ampersands had its intended effect on him, just as the first one had before, but she remained guarded. Coy. Lovestruck. “Because I wanted you to fuck me.”

“Why?”

“B’cuz I wanted you to take my virginity.” Her words came forth a little deeper now, her voice exuding a husky quality that he hadn't heard before. It could have been the cigarettes, or more likely, her conscious denial of the present tense.

He shook his head, but his nervous chuckle betrayed the disbelief of his position. “I'm twice your age.”

“More than twice.”

“Cairo, please.”

“You're askin’ me why…why I wanted you to take my virginity.”

“That's exactly what I'm askin’.”

She finally looked away, taking a drag with a big sigh. “If you have to ask, you can't afford the answer.”

“Please, Cairo, I'm already under suspension —”

“Well I guess that makes two of us then, doesn't it,” she sniped, busying herself with her laptop.

He blinked. “What?”

She turned her laptop towards his view: there was a .pdf file letter with the Benson Agricultural Wildcats seal in the center at the top on the screen, but that was all he could read without his glasses. “Two weeks out of school suspension with a permanent note on my record,” she announced with a defeated acceptance. “For ‘severe violations’ of the Student Code of Ethics.” She shut the laptop and set it aside on a pile of books, sliding her legs off the seat to hang over the edge and ashed. “I checked my email when you were sleepin’.”

He swallowed. Something like that ain't gonna get ‘er into Yale.

“Surely your parents can take care of that —”

“I don't want them to take care of it. I want to take responsibility for my mistakes. That's the adult thing to do, isn't it?”

“Cairo, honey, you don't have to —”

“ ‘Honey’?”

“I may be makin’ another mistake by continuin’ to treat you like a friend, but that's all we are right now, isn’t it?”

“Are we? Friends, Mr. Miller?”

“Y’aint in my class anymore.”

“That’s ‘cuz you ain't teachin’ it no more. Right now, at least.”

“And whose fault is that?” He watched her brow rise, and he swore he could hear her breath catch whatever it was she was going to say. He put his fingers up, his perpetually nervous smile diffusing his heat. His voice sometimes wavered under such stress, and it was stressful to look into her big brown eyes. “I didn't come—I didn't stay here to argue.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because I didn't wantcha to be alone right now —”

“Why?”

“God, you ask too many questions! —”

“Just the same questions you're askin’ me. ‘Why?’”

“Can you just — please. I got nuthin’ right now. Between the suspension n’ the divorce, I just —” he pressed his fingers into his eyes. “Please.”

She hadn't taken a drag on her cigarette in more than a few moments and had to ash. Her large eyes were heavy-lidded in her search of his face for his intent. “You want me to make you feel good about yourself, is that it?”

“Nothing about this is ever gonna make me feel good about myself, Cairo.”

Don't be too sure about that, she thought as she took a long drag. “What was the question again?”

“You know what it was.”

She sighed. “ ‘Tell me why you wrote it. No more hiding behind academic aspirations. No bullshit. It's just you n’ me now. You n’ me, coastin’ on a tattered raft out in the ocean, all alone save for the salty sea air and the shit droppin’ seagulls above.’ ” Satisfied with the subtle shake of his head and his smiling eyes, she crushed the long end into the ashtray. “That's exactly why I wrote it.”

“But…why?”

“That ain't good ‘nuff reason for ya?” She watched as he struggled to comprehend his station…and her. “Well, why not…”

“Because I'm too old for you.”

“I wasn't finished.”

“My apologies.”

“Why not you, is what I been askin’ myself for weeks. Once I was around you, that is. Your captivatin’ lil’ words on the page of your one and only book —”

“You mean those mediocre words?”

“I was mad when I said that, I'm not mad right now at least not yet,” she snapped.

“I'll stop interrupting you.”

Her gaze flickered away in shame, but just for a missed moment. “No, that wasn't right, and I apologize. In case you haven't noticed, sometimes my temper matches my height. I don't mean to slight you as hard as my stature.”

“Yeah, you are a little…a lil’ shrimpy,” he smirked.

“ ‘A little shrimpy’?”

“Just a little,” he teased, holding his fingers up to almost pinch the air. It drew her grin back, and she blushed.

“You really wanna know why?”

“I do.”

She inhaled deeply, as if to answer with a defeated affirmative. He had finished his cigarette, and upon her offering the near-empty pack, he obliged, slipping one out and nabbing the lighter so that he could light hers as well.

“Lookit us. Just like old times.”

“It can't be like old times.”

“It has to be, since it's the answer to your question.” Her curtness indicated a self-righteous sensitivity, but she softened as smoke made its way out of her nose. “I wanted to save myself for someone with whom I had a connection. And I don't connect with boys my age. Never have.”

“You've connected with other, uh, older —”

“Why Mr. Miller, you do sound jealous —”

“I'm not jealous —”

“Good, ‘cuz you shouldn't be. You’d be the first one. Hence…vir…gin…i…ty.”

It was the first time in a while he’d seen that neon smile. It was the first time in a while it came to the door, following her favorite person into the shared fresh air and the sunlight of his eyes.

“Don’t lie to me now, Mr. Miller. I know you felt that connection too. Otherwise you wouldn't be here.”

He looked away. He hadn't sat back in his chair after reaching for the cigarette, instead twisting his body to lean against its solid arm rest as he stared at her while she talked. His gaze swept over the piles of books and papers next to her on the sill, and her laptop’s energy light flashed red, then stopped.

He picked at his fingernails, the cigarette hanging carelessly between his fingers. “Still got your sights on Yale?”

“What's it to you? It’s not like you can write me a recommendation.”

“I could still get my wife to write you one.” He erased at an invisible chalkboard with his finger and pointed. “Soon to be ex -wife.”

“Now that…is a gargantuan feat I'd love to see.” The soft neon glowed in amusement.

“Barbaric,” he chuckled. “But she’ll do it, if I ask nicely.”

“Anything to get the little homewrecker outta sight, outta mind?”

“No, that's — no. But she'll have to, if she wants me to sign the papers.”

Her brows raised. “I'm not sure how I should feel about such coercion, Mr. Miller.”

“No one’s askin’ you to feel anything about it. Just take the rec. It's what you want.”

“And how do you know what I want?”

He leaned back in the chair. “Fair ‘nuff. Then what is it that you want?”

He could see that she was chewing on her inner lip before answering.

“I'm almost embarrassed to admit that I still want you.”

His hands lifted up off his thighs, gesturing at himself. “This?”

“That.”

“I'm too old for you.”

“You said that already. But I think that’s up to me to decide.”

“Cairo —”

“Mr. Miller. Jon. May I call you that?” She took the ashtray and emptied it into the little trash basket by her feet. She set her cigarette into one of the grooves to let it burn. “I told you why I wanted you, yet you seem to be fishin’ for more. Do you really need me to elaborate —”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I need a damn good reason for why I'm even here, in your room, in your hou — your mansion, alone with you when just a few hours ago, we were sittin’ in an academic courtroom watchin’ our lives get blown to smithereens!”

“Or maybe you just need some reassurance that what you're doin’ is right.” He balked, but she hit a nerve. One of many she’d been battering for weeks, and her grin of awareness turned neutral. “I can assure you, it's alright. We’re both legal adults, ain't no crime here —”

“Maybe no crime, but ethically —”

“Not every romance is ethically sound, Mr. Miller.”

“Romance. Is that what this is? You – you wrote that it wasn't.”

“I did, but that was your line in the context of fiction and right now that's neither here nor there.” She watched as he stammered through whatever it was he wanted to say, shredding the words with his teeth. “I know how I feel about you.”

“And you think you love me.”

“Don't you feel the same?”

“I — this isn't about how I feel —”

“Then what is it about, Jonathan?”

“Please —”

“Sorry. Mr. Miller…sir.”

“We could've had this talk before —”

“We’re havin’ it now.”

“I shouldn’a done what I did, but you shouldn’a done what you did.”

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda…three of my least favorite auxiliary verbs,” she blew a small raspberry at them to emphasize her annoyance.

“And why’s that?”

She blinked into deep thought, as she would often do around him during class and office hours. The intensity of his stare always gelled her thoughts to completion.

“Hesitance for the weak,” she nodded. “And the negatives are often rooted in fear and regret.” She quickly plucked the nearly burnt out cigarette up for a drag, but it was already done. She watched its frayed end scatter its burning tobacco bits as she pushed it down against the gray of the previous ash. “E.g.: If I had thought…it’d make you fall out of love with me��I wouldn’a done it —”

“It didn't make me —”

“So you are still in love with me?”

“...I never said that.”

“You never say anything. You write it. But you haven't written anything in…what is it, decades now?” She didn't mean to sound so derisive. She dropped her eyes to her bare feet. “I mean, why can't you just adm —”

“Alright! Alright,” He put out his cigarette and stared, his knuckles at his lips. “If I have felt anything for you —”

“Come on, Jon —”

“This won't work. It can't work.”

“Why not? If two people like you n’ me are in love, why can't we just —”

“Because it's inappropriate. It's always been inappropriate. And that was my error, my mistake. I led you on —”

“Did you? You said no bullshit. Yet here you are…”

“You sayin’ I didn't lead you on?”

He watched as she slid off of the seat and approached his chair without breaking eye contact; or at least, he believed it to be eye contact. However, she stepped over to him with eyes glassed over, not focused on anything but the wholeness of his presence. She leaned her thigh against the armrest as he sat, stricken by her proximity. The last time she was like this, she emasculated him in a manner not unlike Beatrice had several times before; but this time, Cairo's expression was less than furious. Her eyes finally focused on his, which reflected a similar fear and impuissance of which he reflected before; however, once their glances touched, contact dissolved the discomfort into reassurance.

“You led me to where I wanted to be,” she shifted against the armrest and casually lifted her hand to his beard. It hadn't been a day and she missed the feel of it on her fingers. “And now you're here. Where I want you to be.”

His hand covered hers on his cheek. “Cairo —”

She wrested it free, pushing it away as she continued to pet his beard and stare into his eyes with hypnotic determination. “You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be here.”

“I'm just — I was just —”

“Just what? Concerned about me?”

“Yes that's exactly it —”

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that you never wanted me the way I want you. No bullshit.” She was leaning into him; her hand had migrated to the nape of his neck, the soothing scrape of her fingernails having done their job. He looked her in the eyes and, when he said nothing, she pushed herself upright. “That's what I thought.”

“What now, then? What do you suppose happens now?”

Her eyes trailed over his head and features, roaming around until they settled on his lips. He felt like a slaughter steer, and she was checking him for quality.

“Sleep with me,” she shrugged.

“You — I mean that's —”

“I didn't say fuck me. I said sleep with me. You remember what sleep is, don't you?”

“I haven't gotten a decent night’s sleep in weeks.”

“Well then. My suggestion must sound pretty damn enticing, doesn't it.”

He insisted on turning around before she got into bed, despite the fact that she was wearing the exact same thing she’d been wearing since he found her. They had agreed to keep their clothes on, and thus Cairo saw no problem in him watching her get into bed; Jon, however, knew better than that.

He was still reeling from the day’s events, but their conversation made it pretty clear that they were on the same page of the dirty fantasy that she’d written for him. Same page, same paragraph, same sentence, same words, same word, same letters, right down to the crossed t and dotted i. But he couldn't risk excitement, or even a hint of desire, especially when it could have been objectively stated that she was scantily clad: her shorts barely passed halfway mark down her thigh, and her shirt hung almost as low as the hem of her shorts while she was standing. She might as well not be wearing anything down below, but that was another idea that sent him mentally scrambling for distraction.

If only he remembered the existence of the vanity mirrors. Or, insisted on sleeping on the right side. But the right side was her side, as she so firmly informed him before dipping out to her bathroom for a minute while he stripped and got himself settled in.

Dumbass. Boris’s voice rang in his head. Dumb. Ass!

Ripping the covers over his head would’ve been far too childish. He lay on his left side while watching her kneel onto the bed behind him, a particularly sly grin on her face.

The grin was only there because she’d caught him staring at her reflection.

He quickly dropped his eyes, but it was too late. She unbuttoned the highest buttoned button on her top, slowly, paused— Was she tonguing her cheek? —and then lifted the covers, wedging under the sheets next to him, about half an arm’s length away.

Neither faced the other, but he still felt the need to pee—even though he already had.

“You know you can face me. I won't bite.”

Her voice had become tinged with diffidence while Jon’s breathing had gotten heavier, but come Hell or high water, Cairo was going to have her heaping Big Spoon somehow. “I just think it’d be warmer if one of us faced the other. And my back is cold.”

At once, Jon rolled around under the covers to face her back, and that's when it really hit him: that sweet, intriguing fragrance from before.

It was her, obviously. But that still didn't answer the question of what its tantalizIng scent profile was, or from what or where it came.

Could be perfume. Or the scent of her laundry detergent. Her hair. He resisted getting close enough to be sure, and instead stared at the dainty flowers of the floral pattern of her pink flannel nightshirt, visible between strands of her hair.

She, on the other hand, dared to scoot just a little closer, jutting her behind towards him as she made herself comfortable. He looked down into the gap between them; her shirt was pulled tight to the front, exposing the small of her back and its concave dip of her spine into the blackness of the crack of her silk shorts. He moved back a little, with ample room for the covers to hang low enough to shield his sinful view, but unfortunately for him, her body wriggled with him, and he sighed.

They were hardly settled for one minute before she turned her chin to speak over her shoulder.

“I never said fuck me, but you can if you want.”

He had closed his eyes in an absurd attempt to think his way out of the room and into sleep. Maybe if he couldn't sleep soon, he could go raid the kitchen for some more Cove. The image behind his eyelids of her head that had been there a minute earlier when he closed them remained almost exactly the same, except now he could see her shiny gold ear cuff on the helix of her little ear, as she had drawn her hair behind it. Everything about her was little, and adorable.

Save for those giant eyes that’re too large to be proportional to the rest of her face and features. Those things were big…and dangerous. And right now, Jon really wanted to read them, since he was pretty good at finessing her sincerity with just a quick skim.

“I'm not going to fuck you.”

“Sure, Jon,” she taunted. She could feel his eyes on the back of her head. It was the same feeling she got whenever she sat in his class. He was watching. Always watching. The way it thrilled her. The way the thrill terrified her, making her hope that someday it would become more than a stare. More than a shared cigarette, or biscuit. More than an argument that ruined their lives.

“I haven't slept much either, you know.”

“Yeah?”

She turned her chin further, then twisted her body around to face him, his hand in the shortened space between them unsure of where to go before it retreated to rest by his belly. The light from her lamp behind him created a halo around the silhouette of his hair until her eyes adjusted; his doleful eyes exuded concern. Pity, even.

And she hated that.

She reached towards his face, and he flinched.

“May I?” she asked, her voice as small as she looked. He nodded, and she reached her fingers along the edge of his jaw, scratching her black fingernails through the hairs along its line. She bent to touch her forehead to his chest, humming in bliss.

His stomach twisted in knots, a terrible contrast to the feel of her fingers on his face and the heat that radiated from her little body. His eyes trailed over the sheet covering her shoulders; her hair splayed over it in loose strands, and he was tempted to run his fingers though it. The temptation translated to something else, and he moved his hips back at a safe distance from her under the guise of adjusting the covers.

“Well, Little Ghost. Looks like you got your way,” he whispered, cupping his hand over hers to cease the scratching.

“Not quite.” She shifted back a little, tilting her head up. “Can I tell you somethin’, Jon?”

She trapped him in her gaze, her brows knitted up in earnest. He exhaled, not conscious that his fingers were tinkering with one of the rings on her fingers, the pad of his index scraped by the prongs of its jewel setting.

“What it is.”

As they lay locked in their stare, her brow crumpled, her expression caving to her emotions. He watched the faint muscles of her face contort, her lips pressed together to hold back what she could, however futile to fight against desperation. She choked out the words as the tears flowed freely, rivulets of regret and adoration.

“I'm sorry,” her voice keened into sobs as she withdrew her hand from his jaw to join it with her other, clutching at his t-shirt. “I'm so, so sorry Mr. Miller, please don't — hate me. Please don’t leave me. Please, I'm sorry, you don't—know—how sorry —”

“Hush now, Cairo,” he held her to his chest, his heart aching with every tremor and hiccup. He smoothed his palm over the back of her hair as she cried it out. “You're okay. You’ll be okay. Everything's gonna be alright.”

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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Hello! Sorry to bother but I saw you were taking requests and was wondering if this one was okay, if not I totally understand! .^◡^.)

It's based off your prompt list: "Get lost.", with Kid from One Piece

So the reader(f.) has befriended Kid and some members of his crew though after a while (the ones that aren't to fond of her) start putting ideas into their captain that she has been distracting him to much and they've been wasting time on her rather than searching for the One Piece. With his temper Kid gets upset that they're telling him how to use his time, but some part of him agrees and is afraid that those small feelings for her are blooming into something more. Something unknown.

So before it ruins him, he breaks off their friendship.

I've never asked for a request so I apologize if I forgot to mention anything, thank you peach! ♡

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Eustass Kid x Fem. Reader

Sorry in advance, I'm not far enough in One Piece to have seen his character before, but I did some research on him, so hopefully, I do his character okay! It's been a while since I've done a One Piece request...wow.

Want more from me? Bam! -> Masterlist

Part 2: Here

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🧲Distraction🧲(One Piece)

Warning(s): Angst, fluff

When you stay around a little longer than some of the crew would like, they start putting ideas into Kid's head, but maybe they're right, maybe you are a distraction that he doesn't need around...

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If someone were to ask Kid what drew him to you...

He wouldn't have an answer.

He doesn't know if it was your features or your fierceness.

He remembers the day he met you well, the crew needed to make a stop on an island, but not too long after Kid was provoked and it didn't go well for the villagers.

A quick stop turned into a raid, the crew taking what they wanted.

This is how he came across you, wounded deeply--not from his crew, only he'd reached this far into the village yet.

But despite this, you managed to defeat a man who'd been chasing you, the expression on your face was so fierce, despite you seeming so small to him.

There was silence after the man fell before you turned to Kid just for your lids to flutter and your body collapses.

Maybe it was both...

When your eyelids relented from their heavy state, they opened, immediately meeting amber-colored eyes.

You startled from the distance or lack, thereof--Kid just seemed amused by how you looked ready to pounce and fight him despite the obvious vast difference in strength.

Fiery little thing aren't ya'?

"Where am I?"

"You're on my ship."

You glanced around the room you were in, sighing in defeat to find it bare of anything to use for defense.

You traded the wall for his eyes again, "You a captain?"

Kid observed you for a moment, with his Observation Haki he could feel you had great power (you'd also been healing much more quickly than a normal human), yet you hadn't used it, why?

"Yeah. Of the Kid Pirates."

Your brows furrowed, "Kid Pirates...are you famous or something?"

He belly laughed for a moment but feeling your genuine confusion also made him confused.

"You don't know who the Kid Pirates are?"

You snorted, sparing him a grin, "I don't even know who I am. So I don't think I'd remember any pirate crew."

Well, this was an interesting development, shame he's gonna drop you off at the next island they get to.

He didn't.

He quickly found you interesting, your fiery personality, your relaxed yet exuberant nature.

You honestly got along with his crew a lot quicker than you got along with him, he seemed kind of mean.

Then you took notice of how much his crew respected him, how much care there was for everyone.

You approached him yourself and apologized for your assumptions, wanting to get a better understanding of the man who gave you something that was stable about your life.

It took a little time, neither of you was the most open of people.

One night you couldn't sleep and heard music, which you followed to the red-haired Captain leaning on the railing of the deck.

You silently sat down beside his legs, back against the railing, and closed as the music carried through your ears.

You faintly hummed to the song until you dozed off--confused to wake up in your bed the next day.

He soon found his thoughts switching to you, then his eyes would trail over to you next.

He'd notice you bring more excitement to the crew, you'd make a crowd occasionally if a memory sparked and you'd tell them of your life, everyone became quite protective of you.

But you also had depth, when a crew member had troubles you'd always be there to listen, you'd give advice if needed, distract them from their minds with a friendly little spar.

And some parts of you only Kid had seen, when you cry about not knowing who you are, or knowing much about yourself other than the few brief memories that had surfaced.

When you feel lost and vulnerable; hide it all with a grin.

You'd gained a friendship, talking at late nights about anything and everything, starting small and eventually getting vulnerable.

When he made you burst out laughing for the first time, you looked so full of joy, that moment he felt his stomach flutter.

Since you'd been around long enough he decided to get you an outfit that suited someone on his boat.

You pulling off leather took his breath away, you looked perfect.

He started to want to spend more time with you, inviting you to his room to converse sometime.

One time you came a little earlier and came face to face with a bare chest fresh from a shower it seemed.

Kid's ego was totally boosted for some strange reason when he felt you get flustered.

"I-I can come back..."

"You're already here, that'd be a waste of energy," he opened the door a little more, leaving you to come in as he moved to finish getting dressed.

You'd never paid attention to all the scars he'd possessed, only a few, how he earned his scars was one thing you hadn't gotten around to talking about, you didn't want to seem so invasive to a stranger.

Before you could stop yourself a curious hand reached out, splaying across his stomach.

Naturally, he stiffened at the contact.

"How'd you get so many of these anyway?"

All he could focus on was the warmth of your smaller hand.

Why were you making him feel so strange? Why was his heart beating faster? Why was his throat drying up?

He nervously looked off to the side, "I--Ahem...It's a long story."

"I've heard plenty of your long stories, I think I've mastered listening to them now."

"Can you get your hand off me first?"

You took a second to process his words before jumping away with a yelp. You rambled an apology, not noticing your hand hadn't moved that whole time.

What in the world were you doing to him, you broke down that strong will he had.

His mind trailed from that memory and back to the conversation in front of him.

"Captain...I don't know how to say this..."

"Then don't say it."

The female crew member next to the other, finished, "That girl has been distracting you."

He scowled, "Excuse me?"

She crossed her arms, "We all see it. You spend almost all your time with her, we're not going to get any closer to the One Piece at this pace."

"You're telling me how I should use my time?"

He leaned forward, towering over them.

A squeak, from the male crew member, "I'm sorry, I just thought I'd point it out!"

The female crew member glared at you from a distance before looking back at the Captain, "I respect you, Captain, but she's only going to get in the way of your dream. She's not special enough for that, don't you think? We're following you because we admire you and your dream, not her."

"Look, you idiot, I'm the Captain. Thanks for the concern, but I can handle things just fine on my own."

But as he sharply turned away, walking off with a snap of his fur coat...

Some part of him agreed you're distracting him...this feeling inside of him...it's surpassing a crush...and he doesn't want to know what it could possibly be.

You've actually managed to make him feel afraid-- weak, and he can't be either of those things.

And this fear of the unknown causes him to say things he didn't mean.

He strode by you, not sparing a glance, "Pack up, you're getting dropped off at the next island tomorrow."

"What?"

He stopped, looking over his shoulder at you, "You're a nuisance, holding all of us back."

Your eyes narrow, "So what? I'm not good enough, all of a sudden?"

"You've never been good enough, just something to entertain the crew."

You crossed your arms, "So that's all I am to you, Kid? Entertainment? This doesn't make any sense, you were fine just this morning. I think I would've known if I was only here to be entertaining. Aren't we friends?"

"You don't even know your own name! How would you know anything?--Friends? What a laugh, how stupid are you? Guess you wouldn't know that either considering what you do know about yourself is limited!"

And when your angry eyes began to water, your lips trembling, shakily trying to hold the tears like they weighed a ton...

He had to clench his jaw to stop himself from apologizing. What he was doing was for the betterment of the crew and his goal...

...The goal you supported from day one and didn't laugh at.

Your chest jumped and the tears came cascading down, "You won't have to worry about dropping me off tomorrow. I'll leave tonight."

"Good, hurry up and get out of my sight."

Seriously, please do. He doesn't want to see you cry knowing he's the cause.

You take a small boat, tossing inside the small bag of the few things you owned.

You glare at him, angrily taking off the leather jacket he gave you which you wrapped around the rest of your pirate outfit, and shove it into his stomach. Plopping onto the boat pulling out your dagger to cut the rope keeping the thing from the water down below.

"So what? They're not good enough for you now?" He raises a brow.

"Eustass Kid of the Kid Pirates, I hate you!" you screamed to the top of your lungs.

You tossed the dagger onto the deck right as you dropped to the water, leaving him to feel like the dagger went into his chest.

Despite the heavy feeling, his body feeling hot with hurt, he grits his teeth and forces himself to walk away...

...It was for the betterment of the crew...

...Right?

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 31- You Are Special

Chapter Summary: Jin freaks out about JenKook's dance, Jen reveals a secret hobby and befriends Amber from f(x) on A Song For You. Jimin and Jungkook playfully fight over Jennie. Jen exceeds expectations, earning props for her charisma in War of Hormone and nurses Jungkook a second time

Words: 6,000+

Genre: Jungkook fluff! JenKook!

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Back at the dorm, the two teens arrive and are immediately greeted by the members.

"You two have been gone a while." Yoongi pointed out.

"Yeah, what happened?" Tae asked.

"We're learning a dance for War of Hormone." Jennie answered.

"Yeah, we're dancing together for her verse," Jungkook added.

"What type of dancing?" Jin intervened

"What do you think?" Yoongi bluntly responded.

"WHA!?" Jin yelled. "You two are growing up a little bit too fast!"

"Here we go." Yoongi rubbed his temples.

"Who approved this!?"

"Our dance teacher!" Jennie exclaimed.

"Why are you doing this!? You're not 18, yet! Is this why you took so long!? This dance better be appropriate! Do I need to have a talk with our dance instructor!?"

"Jin, calm down!" Jennie shouted.

"That's enough interaction for today. I want you two separated!" Jin started pushing Jennie into her room.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! Why do I need to go into my room!? I didn't do anything!"

"We were going to play video games after we shower! Wait, hyung!" Jungkook called out.

"Shower!? Together!?" Jin started to loudly laugh nervously.

"N-no! Separately!" Jungkook tried to explain.

Jin pushed Jennie into her room and locked the door.

"JIN!" Jennie shouted.

This was all taken out of context.

"I'll lecture you later, Jennie. As for you!" Jin stomped over to Jungkook.

"I guess Jungkookie isn't a little Kookie anymore," Jimin added insult to injury as he watched Jin lecture him.

"We're just dancing!" Jungkook tried to explain.

"THAT dancing is not appropriate for you two! You're too young! Stop trying to grow up so fast!" Jin rambled on.

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With all eight members in the dance studio, they decided to clean up the choreography for War of Hormone. After stretching, the guys but Jin were eager to see what Jen and Jungkook had in store for the dance and watched them perform.

When it was finally Jennie's verse of the song, she strutted to the front while Jungkook watched her from behind, doing his signature lip bite and seductive staring.

"Nope!" They all hear Jin shout before she can start to lipsync, making them halt what they are doing.

"Oh, mah God! Jin! We didn't even touch each other, yet!" She exclaimed while Namjoon paused the song.

"Yet!? Those dirty looks he's giving you are too inappropriate!"

"Hyung, it's just part of the song!" Jungkook tried to explain.

"You were staring at her butt!"

"It's part of the song! Tae tried to grab her butt, remember!"

Meanwhile, the guys were laughing in the background, at their bickering. Jin was really losing his mind on this dance.

"I guess our Jungkookie is growing up and isn't so shy around the ladies anymore." Jimin teased.

"Didn't know he had it in him," Yoongi added.

"I'll start the verse over again," Namjoon spoke up with an amused facial expression.

Jungkook let out a sigh. This was going to be a long day. Starting again, Jen strutted to the front, tapping the side of her head and the side of her shoe.

I know I'm the best, from head to toe

It's completely ridiculous if you think I don't know

My hair

My body

My waist and legs

It's okay to stare, I know that I look good

Jin watched with concern as he saw her waving Jungkook's flirty looks away, as he got closer to her. To try to get rid of his anxiousness, he started chugging his water.

Yea, I see you starin' hard

Caught you off guard

I see you droolin'

Who are you foolin'

The guys started making goofy whoops and hollers when Jungkook approached her from behind. As soon as they started to body roll together, Jin spit out his water, shaking his head.

"No! Oh, HELL NO! We are not doing this! You're too close! Her butt is too close to you!" Jin frantically pulled Jungkook away from her. "How dare you grind in front of me!? This is too dirty! Who thought this was a good idea?"

"Jin, calm down!" Jennie shouted, looking at him like he was crazy. "It's just dancing!"

"Calm down? I am calm! This is as calm as I'm gonna get until I start screaming from all the touching you two are doing! You're too young! Wait until you're 30 to start doing this stuff. Remain pure while you can! I beg of you!"

"Oh, my God..." She groaned, rubbing the back of her neck. She grabbed her water bottle and took a few sips, watching the commotion.

"Jin! Why'd you stop them!?" Namjoon whined.

"Aw, man! They were getting to the good part!" Jimin complained with the rest of the guys as they whined about the interruption.

"Good part!? Her big booty is too close to Jungkookie's Kookie!" Jin shouted out of nowhere.

His sudden statement made Jen choke on her water while Jungkook started to get flustered. Feeling Jungkook's hands patting her back to help her stop choking, Jen's face started to heat up. She never even thought of it that way until Jin brought it up.

And did he really just name Jungkook's-

"Kookie!? BWAHAHAHAHAHA~" The guys laughed out loud, while Jennie coughed and tried to catch her breath.

"I cannot have this! I won't have this! Where is Mr.Son?! We need to have a chat!" Jin storms out of the room.

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'A Song For You'

"2,3. Bang Tan! Hello, we're BTS!"

The members greet as they sit next to each other and applaud. Jennie sat next to V and Suga while the three MCs, Kangin from Super Junior, Amber from f(x) and Sungjae from BTOB sat across from them.

"Greet us in your native tongues." Sungjae requested.

Jennie went first, saying in English, "Hey! I'm Jennie from America. What up? What up?" She waved.

"Ayeee!" Amber grinned and high fived her. "I'm from LA. We gotta hang out sometime!"

"Yeah, that'll be dope!"

"We'll exchange numbers after the show."

"We just got here and Jennie is always making friends." Namjoon laughed with the rest of the members.

"Not always! I mean, I do want to have more idol friends." Jen explained.

"That's it, you're stuck with me. We're going to become great pals. I'll introduce you to some of the people I hang out with." Amber beamed.

"That'll be great!"

After the rest of the guys said their greetings in their native tongues, Jin explained the meaning of Danger, their title song.

Is there a defining move in your choreography?" Sungjae asked.

"The high blood pressure dance," J-Hope answered, gesturing for Jimin to perform it. After watching him perform, the MCs were impressed.

"Can you show us some rap exclusives for the show?" Amber asked.

"I'll try." Rap Monster answered. "Okay, yo. A Song For You. BTOB Yook Sungjae, Super Junior Kangin, f(x) Amber, we're all here together in Jeju-do. A good program where I can rap. I'm wondering if there could be a better program. And I'm here rapping right now. Lost here like a man with no sense of direction. Being here like this, it's so sweet sweet."

'My Goodness'

"Whoa~" The MC replied in awe while the rest of the members applauded.

"You really are a monster." Kangin pointed out, earning a laugh from Rapmon.

"We don't call him monster for nothing," J-Hope added.

"Your story and rap...you sound so cool." Kangin praised.

"V is really into rap these days," Jimin spoke up.

"Mic check. 1,2,3. Hell yeah." Amber said in English.

"A song for you. For inviting us, I thank you." V started to rap, earning loud laughs from everyone. "A song for you. I really like you. I want to come back here with you. You." He finished, as the studio erupted into more laughter.

After Jungkook was asked to dance to Something by Girl's Day, Amber pointed out, "So, I heard that Jennie is good at boy group dances. Can you show us?"

"Yeah, let's go." She eagerly stood up.

EXO's Overdose came on as she heard 'Oh she wants me'

Listening to the song, to preparing to dance to the chorus, J-Hope giggled out that she was about to get serious. As soon as the chorus came on, she smoothly did the dance moves, making the moves pop and look fierce.

"She's so dramatic~!" Jimin teased.

Getting on the floor, she smoothly kicked out her legs on both sides.

'New EXO member???'

After she was done, she got a round of applause as she sat back down in her seat.

"That was really impressive." Kangin praised.

"She does this all the time. I feel like she's gonna end up in another group and kick us to the curb." Rap Monster laughed.

"Never! BTS for life!" Jennie guaranteed.

"Do you have a bias?" Amber asked.

A smile came across Jennie's face. Bias? Of course, she had one. "Yes, I do. It's Baekhyun."

"What would you do if you met him?"

"I'm told I'm outgoing so, I mean I would just approach him, introduce myself. Maybe ask for a hug if I can. If he'd let me. That'll be super awesome. Hehehe." She started giggling uncontrollably, covering her face. "This is kind of embarrassing."

"I like her, she's hilarious!" Amber laughed.

After V's impressions of an actor, Kangin mentioned that fans around the world sent them video messages, so they decided to check out a video from the fans.

"Hi, I'm Karolina."

"I'm Julia."

"We are from Poland. My bias is Jimin. We always watch and we're keeping up with them. Because your music makes us happy. Jennie is pretty and the guys are handsome when they're smiling."

"Brings us to tears."

"When they are dancing, krumping and singing. Our hearts are speeding up. They are real."

"BTS is amazing!" They shout and start showing impressions for each member. The girls smile cutely for Jennie's impression, making her giggle.

"BTS, you are unique! We love you! It's time to surprise!"

BTS eagerly watched them peel off a BTS poster, telling them to come to Poland. Later, they are requested by the two girls to perform Miss Right.

As the song came on, Jennie started to speak, "Hey ladies. My boys are looking for their special someone. Have you seen her? Is it you? Perhaps you? Maybe even you? You see, my boys over here, they're lookin' for that...special girl. Someone they can call their own. Someone who can take walks with them. Someone who can fit that puzzle piece. Their ideal type. Their Miss Right. Tell em' Rapmon," She smiled as Rap Monster started to rap.

You're my Miss Right, Miss Right

neol nochindamyeon miss, right?

Miss Right? (All Right)

You're my Miss Right, Miss Right

Girl you want my kiss, right?

Miss Right (All Right)

'Game Mission'

Their next video message was from two girls from Chile. "We are Connor and Melly from Chile. We are big fans of BTS. We love you, guys. You are so good. We're making this video because we want you to play a game."

After they demonstrate the game, which is to have some small food to put in your mouth and catch the most food to win, they pick teams.

'Game Rules'

'Two members from each team, one throws and one catches with their mouth. Whichever team catches the most marshmallows wins. The winners get Jeju-do black pork burgers.'

'Team Red- Sungjae, Kangin, Amber, Jin, Suga'

'Team Blue- V, Jungkook, Rap Monster, Jimin, J-Hope'

Since it was an odd number, Jennie decided to just sit out and watch. She also wasn't hungry because she ate before coming on the show. But she asked if she could try it before the game started, while Amber was the thrower of the marshmallows. Spinning around ten times, Jennie ended up stumbling back, landing on her butt while everyone giggled at her.

"I don't even drink yet and I feel tipsy." She felt her head spin and held it.

"You all right?" Amber asked with a chuckle.

"I think so." She stumbled back on her feet. "All right, I'm ready."

Pulling herself together, she watched intently as Amber tossed a marshmallow at her. Opening up her mouth, and ducking down to catch it, she failed the attempt as it hit her nose. The second time, she managed to catch it in her mouth, including the third. During the fourth attempt, it almost landed in her mouth but it bounced against her teeth before it could get in.

"Ah! I got a small mouth, it's too big!" She exclaimed, earning a loud laugh from Rapmon. "Hush! You're gonna make me lose my concentration."

After her turn, she eagerly watched with the rest as Jin tried to catch marshmallows in his mouth. He managed to get 8.

"Yo! This is ridiculous! Like how!" Jennie watched as Jimin effortlessly caught the marshmallows in his mouth.

It was tied and now it was time for the tiebreak. Jin vs Jimin for the win. As they watched the intense battle, everyone jumped up and down, yelling in cheers.

"This is so intense. My heart is racing." Jen watched on.

As soon as Jin missed the last marshmallow, Team Blue erupted in loud screams and cheers as they started jumping up and down, all over the place. Jen watched in amusement and congratulated them. After the game segment, they all take their seats.

"The production team received photos from BTS before the shoot and uploaded them on our SNS. The fan response was huge." Sungjae announced.

"Let's see what comments they left," Amber revealed the first photo which was Jin's Mario collection. Next up was the Dodgers stadium photo in LA. Jungkook posted that photo. When J-Hope revealed that he loved baseball, Kangjin happily agreed, revealing that he likes it too.

As the members revealed their favorite baseball teams, Jennie said, "I don't watch baseball here. Or back in America. Honestly, I prefer to watch football. And I love Tennis and golf."

"I'm offended." Kangjin deadpanned, earning laughs from everyone.

The next photo was Jennie's which revealed a small DJ setup with a pair of headphones.

"Jennie's secret DJing booth." Amber read the caption and read some of the comments.

'She likes to DJ??? This is so new!'

'I never would have guessed that she was into something like this'

'I'm honestly surprised. This is really cool. I want to hear what she's doing with that!'

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Rap Monster spoke up, raising his hand.

DJ?

Jennie the DJ?

Jennie DJs?

What? Who, what and where? How? When?

"Did you just say DJ?" Jin questioned in amazement.

"DJ? You DJ?" Jimin turned to her with interest.

Letting out a breath, Jen nodded. "Fun fact, I like to play around as a DJ. For fun. I got into it a few years ago, before I came to Korea. I fell in love with how much you can create with this and to make all these different sounds to express yourself." She happily revealed. "If I wasn't doing K-Pop, I would rather be a DJ, honestly. I think I can do well as a DJ."

"Wow, this is very interesting," Sungjae said. "I'm shocked."

"Did you guys know this?" Rap Monster asked the members.

"I know about it," Suga replied. "She told me during one of our rapping sessions in the studio. After asking twenty times, she showed me a small peek of some of her stuff. It's not bad for just playing around. I hear potential."

"And since Suga makes music, he gave me some pointers. I'm taking it more seriously now, thanks to him. I just thought of it as something to play around with, but he changed my mindset of it." Jennie added.

"How come I didn't know this?" Jungkook spoke up.

"Yeah! What gives?" V added.

"I was nervous. I didn't think it was a big deal." She grinned sheepishly.

"What you showed me sounded like a big deal. It didn't sound like you were playing around." Suga pointed out.

"I want to hear this!" Jimin said keenly.

"So, when do you DJ?" Amber asked

"I only use it when I'm alone and to myself because I'm not ready to reveal the stuff I do on it, but I have been creating some cool things. So maybe in the future, I'll make a remix for one of our songs and perform it at a concert or something. You never know. Suga is really eager to work with me on it, ever since I showed him, so it's making me excited for the future."

When asked if they knew about their fans in Chile, Jennie answered, "I'm overwhelmed with happiness that we have so many international fans. It's astonishing that our music has reached out to so many, overseas. And the fact that the fans are making more friends because of the common interest of BTS, brings a lot of joy to my heart. We'll continue to work hard."

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During Music Bank, Jennie, wearing the outfit she wore from the music video, waited backstage as the guys did the opening.

Once it was her cue, she strutted out, not paying them any mind as they dropped their jaws, widened their eyes, and pointed her out.

jonjaehae jwoseo (cham) gamsahae

jeonhwa jom haejwo naega (ham) bap salge

a yojeum michin michin geo gata gichim gichim

hage mandeuneun yeojadeul otcharim

da bichim bichim

(berimachwi) ttaengkyu! nae siryeogeul ollyeojwo

(jayeollasik) don deuril pillyo eobseo

Gently grabbing a hold of her hand, Rap Monster gave her a seductive look, while she chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes.

I'll be in panic I'll be a fan

And I'll be a man of you you you you babe

Like he was sliding into her DMs, Jungkook smoothly approached her as he sang.

jakkuman nuni doragane yeojadeurui bae (Yup)

yeojadeureun bangjeongsik uri namjadeureun hae (Yup)

ttam ppilppil gwaenhi bilbildaege dwae

deo manhi jom sineojwo haihilhil

Standing in front of Jungkook, Jennie starts hopping around with the rest of them, until they turn around to the other side.

nado yeollyeodeorp al geon da areo

yeojaga segye choegoran geot mariyeo

Grabbing her hand, he started walking up to her until he was in her personal space, earning loud screams. He grinned in her face as she tilted her head to the side with a smile.

Yes I'm a bad boy so i like bad girl

illu wabwa baby urin jal doel geol

(Hello hello) (what!)

Tell me what you want right now

(Hello hello) (what!)

Imma give it to you girl right now

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

As she shook her behind, she stopped V from smacking it as she shook her head, giving him a warning look.

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

Strutting forward, earning loud cheers, Jennie started her verse with a sexy expression on her face.

I know I'm the best, from head to toe.

It's completely ridiculous if you think I don't know.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and the rest of the guys were in the back. The guys try to hype Jungkook up to go approach her as he stares at her hard.

Jennie heard a lot of screams from the crowd and she was curious as to what the guys were doing behind her, but managed to ignore her curiosity and continue, deciding not to look back this time.

My hair

My body

My waist and legs

It's okay to stare, I know that I look good

Yea, I see you starin' hard

Caught you off guard

I see you droolin'

Who are you foolin'?

Meanwhile, Jungkook slowly made his way to her as he tried to flirt with her. She turned to him and ran a hand down his chest.

Sucks to know it won't be easy to tempt me

You and I both know that I'm driving you crazy

Running a hand through his hair, she continued.

Those sexy smirks and lip bites clearly show how much you're yearning

Grabbing his hand, she placed it on the side of her waist, running it down slowly to her hip and lower until it was at the side of her thigh as she remained unbothered by his seductive smirk and eyebrow raise.

Don't try to hide it, I see your body twistin' and turnin'

You call me an equation and say you can just do me

But we both know you're the one dreaming and wishing you could touch me

Jin managed not to faint on stage when he saw what his two babies were doing and went on with the song, making a mental note to lecture them big time for not showing him and telling him about this particular part of the dance.

Did the rest of the guys know?

Body rolling with her and mirroring her movements from behind, Jungkook placed his hands on her hips, pulling her back as her back met his chest. They move together in sync as the crowd's screaming intensifies.

I could turn you into a man

But you can't handle this

You say you can't hold back and you wanna please me

I'm gonna need you to behave and take it easy

Turning around, she grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him close. Closer than expected, as they hear the crowd go into pandemonium. Jin wanted to yell when he saw how close their faces were. An inch closer, they would've kissed. Someone had some explaining to do. This was too dirty for his eyes. They were both his pure babies. And to see them so close like this, he's afraid of what might happen when they get older.

And yes I'm the baddest

Yes I'm a bad girl

But I ain't your baby, you gotta earn that

Shoving him away, the rest of the members met up with them as she stood in the middle, dancing to the chorus with them.

Hello hello, hello hello, I'll tell you what I want right now

Hello hello hello hello, I ain't givin' it to you right now.

I'm the best and I know it but I'm not yours.

I make your body twist and turn when you in front of me.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

Approaching Jennie again, Jungkook grabbed her hand, smiling down at her as he gently lifted up her chin.

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

eorim banpuneochi eobtji handu beonssik

nolda heeojil yeojadeuregen gwansim eobtji

geunde neol bomyeo baewo body geonchukhakgaeron

mukjikhage jeunggahaneun naui teseutoseuteron

horeumongwaui ssaum igyeonaen daeum

yeonguhae neoran jonjaeneun

banchigiya paul

mijeok gijuni badamyeon

neon jom simhae geu jache

gukga chawoneseo

gwallihaeya doel mihyeong munhwajae

As soon as J-Hope started to rap, he followed Jennie who was strolling away from them. He followed her with the rest of the guys

geunyeo meori badi heori dari

mal motaneun beomwikkaji

gwansim eopdan mari namjaroseon manhi eoisangsil

jageun jeseuchyeo hanaedo ppeogi gaji

Girl ni yuhoge bammada jikyeo

nae keompyuteo jari

As the guys made a door, J-Hope grabbed her by the hand and she stumbled forward in surprise. He opened up the door, gesturing for her to walk in. Shrugging, she walked through.

geunyeoreul wihan lady first

yeojan chagaun bingsan? Let it go

nal michige haneun female nal jageukhaji maeil

oneuldo horeumongwaui ssaum hu

nae yeodeureumeul jjae

image

(Hello hello) (what!)

Tell me what you want right now

(Hello hello) (what!)

Imma give it to you girl right now

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

Jimin approached her, spinning her around as she let out a laugh.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) horeumon ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) horeumon ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

When it was her cue, she stood in the middle, shaking her hips and her ass, making the guys freak out and all fall down dramatically because her sexiness was too much, earning even more screams from the crowd. As they all get up, they continued the song.

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

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Backstage, squealing happily, Jen wrapped her arms tightly around Jungkook's neck as she hugged him close. He laughed and affectionately wrapped his arms around her waist.

"We did it! I'm so happy! It worked out better than I expected!" She pulled away. "You and I make a great team."

"The Golden Duo is taking over." Jungkook beamed.

Later on, backstage, Jimin started goofing off with Jungkook, telling the camera, "We're in a love relationship." As he tried to hug him.

"No." Jungkook bluntly replied, trying to pry him off.

"OH HELL NO!" Jungkook and Jimin heard Jennie shout as she marched over to them.

"You're cheating on me!?" She exclaimed, playing along while Jungkook shoved Jimin away, making him hit the wall.

Playing along as well, Jimin stuttered, "J-J-J-Jennie it's not what it looks like!"

"What is wrong with you? Are you cheating on me?" She grabbed him by the shirt, shaking him with all her might. "I've been a good woman to you, Jimin! What is this? I don't understand!"

"Jennie, it's not what it looks like! I love you! Please! Forget about this! JiKook isn't a thing! I swear! JenMin is forever!"

"It's soon about to be JenKook!" She released him.

"No! No! Please~" He whined, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, like a Koala bear.

"Get off of me~! Jimin! Stop it!" She laughed. "I'm supposed to be mad at you!"

As the cameras go away to where the rest of the members are, the three friends continue to play along.

"Never! Tell me you love me and you forgive me, then I'll let you go!" Jimin exclaimed.

"I think she made her choice. She's with me now. No more JenMin. It's the JenKook era now. We even proved it during the War of Hormone performance. Now I would appreciate it if you let my Jennie go."

"Your Jennie? She's MY Jennie! I won't lose to you, Jungkookie! Let's go, Jennie! I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you a lot of smarties!" Jimin released her and grabbed her hand, attempting to leave.

Jennie shrieked when Jungkook firmly grabbed her other hand, pulling her out of Jimin's grasp as she jumped into his chest.

Holding her securely, Jungkook said, "Let's go, Jennie, we have a date with video games. They aren't going to play themselves." He took her away.

"Nooooooooo! You will pay Jungkook! This isn't over!" Jimin yelled in despair.

On Instagram, all Jennie saw on her feed was notifications blowing up about her War of Hormone performance.

'RUDE! JENNIE IS RUDE! Don't give me that sexy look!'

'I like how she can be cute one second and go from 0 to 100 in sexiness. Them bedroom eyes tho! She's making me question my sexuality! Them legs, though!?'

'Did you see the way Jungkook looked at her!? I'm so jealous.'

'Wish I was Jennie!'

'Yo, her stage presence has extremely improved! That was just too sexy! Great job, Jennie!'

'We NEED more of this Jennie! I love this side of her! More than I love her badass side and cute side. Sexy Jennie for the win!'

'Can we please have more of this Jennie BigHit? I like this side of her!'

'RUDE! FRIGGIN RUDE! Who gave you the right to say those dirty parts!?'

'I'll turn you into a man, I'M FRIGGIN SCREAMING'

'THEM THIGHS THO!'

'Those tight pants she was wearing, omg the thighs! I think I'm in love!'

'I SHIP IT!'

'I ship her with all the members! I just can't friggin choose!'

'Exactly why Jennie is my bias wrecker! The things she does! She's killing me!'

'She killed it!'

'I'm really glad she's getting more recognition for this! She slayed!'

"AHEM!" Jennie looked up from her Instagram feed to see Jin with his arms crossed. Jungkook, who was sitting next to her, began to look nervous.

"H-hey Jin~ How are you?" She grinned sheepishly.

"Care to explain to me why you and Jungkookie didn't show me that part of the dance!?"

"Eh heh heh, what was that? Oh, I'm coming Namjoon!" She ran away with Jungkook.

"Get back here! You two are going to get it when we get home!" Jin shouted

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During one particular day at SOPA, Jennie and Jungkook were asked to welcome a group of Thai exchange students. As soon as they walked into the room, the students freaked out, taking out their phones to film them. From their high pitched yells to their squeals and enthusiasm, Jen giggled at their reaction as she stood with Jungkook.

Jungkook stood there shyly, with his hands together. Meanwhile, he watched Jennie as she waved at the students with a bright smile on her face.

"Do you know who these two are?" The two of them heard one of the staff members ask the students and they immediately responded. "Bangtan Sonyeondan's Jungkook and Jennie."

As they were applauded, Jen and Jungkook bowed to the students, welcoming them to the school.

"Hi! How's everyone doing!? Welcome to SOPA!" Jennie spoke up as the students happily responded. Jungkook continued to watch her. She was so outgoing, as he stood there shyly. "We're happy to have you. I hope you enjoy your time here. This is an amazing school, I hope you enjoy every second here. Thank you again!" She bowed once more.

"You're so pretty!" She heard a female student shout.

"Aw, you flatter me, too much. Thank you!" She responded happily.

After school, had ended, Jennie was at Hayoon's locker. "Yo, I'm telling you, your singing is amazing!" Jennie exclaimed after hearing her during their singing class.

"You really think so?" Hayoon smiled. "I've always been told that I sound childish when I sing and I need to sing more maturely."

"But that's how you sound. That's how you sing. It's unique. And it goes well. Keep singing and don't ever stop."

"I won't because of you. Thank you. I'm so excited for 2015. I really hope the debut goes well."

Hayoon had mentioned to her that she would be debuting in a girl group called G-Friend in 2015. Jennie couldn't wait to see her in action. It was long overdue.

"I'm so friggin' proud of you. I'm sure G-Friend will soar. I'm headed to my guitar classroom to practice a little bit before I head back to the dorm. I'll text you tonight, okay?"

"Okay! See you!" Hayoon waved while Jen carried her guitar in a case.

Meanwhile, with Jungkook, he kept checking his phone, to see if Jennie responded to his text messages. Wondering where she was, he decided to ask a few students if they had seen her but with no luck.

"J-Jungkook?" Hayoon approached him. "Are you looking for Jennie?"

"Yes, have you seen her?"

"She told me she's in her guitar classroom."

Sighing out of relief, he smiled. "Thank you!"

Back to Jennie, she sat with her guitar, correcting the guitar notes in her notebook, making sure to finish up her guitar homework early. As she practiced, she thought about making a cover in the future. The rest of the members had revealed covers on the BTS SoundCloud account, and fans were always asking when it would be her turn.

Jungkook walked around the hallway, shyly and politely greeting girls who approached him until he saw Jennie playing the guitar. Sighing out of relief, he opened up the door.

Hearing the door open, she turned to the door and smiled. "Hey!"

"There you are." He grinned. "I've been looking for you, everywhere. Did you get my messages?"

"Oh, sorry, my phone was on silent. You ready to go? I wanted to finish up some homework. I didn't worry you, did I? Sorry, I worried you. Next time, if you can't find me, I'm always in the guitar classroom or the library."

"I'll remember that."

After they came back to the dorm, Jungkook sighed and headed to lay down on his bed, in his room.

"All right, he's been sighing for a while, now. Is he all right?" Jennie asked with concern.

"Jungkookie is probably overworking himself," Jimin replied as he prepared to head out to practice his dancing.

"I'm gonna see what's up. Have fun at practice." She waved him goodbye.

Knocking on the door, Jungkook murmured out a come in. Walking in, she shut the door and sat on the edge of his bed. "What's up, Jennie?"

"I couldn't help but notice that you look and sound exhausted. Have you been overworking yourself?"

"I'm fine."

"Please don't give me that excuse. You're not fine."

Sitting up, he reassured her, "I'll be okay. I was gonna go practice, later."

Placing a hand on his torso, she placed him back on the bed. "Um, no you're not. You're staying, right here."

Sitting back up, he continued to be stubborn. "I want to practice-"

"Come on, let me be your nurse again. I don't like seeing you like this. You need to rest."

"I feel like I'm a burden to you..." He sat up again.

"First of all, I want you to get that thought out of your head, right now. Don't ever say that again, you hear? I like doing things for you. Seeing you healthy and happy gives me joy. Don't ever think you're a burden to me. You're not. And never will be. Now lay down." She gently pushed him down on the bed.

He let out a laugh. "You're really bossy, you know that?"

Playfully rolling her eyes, she replied, "Take a nap. You need sleep. Your body needs to rest. I'll check up on you, later. And you better be resting. Turn your phone off, no distractions, just rest. Okay?"

"All right."

"Good." She smiled and got off the edge of the bed. Before she could make it to the door, he gently grabbed her by the hand.

"Can you stay with me, again?"

She heard him ask. Turning around, she gestured for him to scoot over. She sat up against the bed, while he laid his head on her lap.

"Do you think I'm improving?" He asked, looking up at her.

Looking down, she responded, "Of course. What brought this up?"

"Ah...just random thoughts."

"Talk to me. What's on your mind?"

"I dunno, it's just that sometimes I think that I'm not good enough. I wish my skills were better. I really want to improve my singing."

"You're good enough." She firmly stated. "Don't ever think that you aren't. It takes time to improve. Look how far BTS has come. And we're only getting better. Your singing brings joy to the hearts of ARMYs and everyone around you. And you will improve. Your singing is way different from when I first heard you near our debut. It's so angelic. Soothing. I never get tired of it."

Smiling, he replied, "Thanks for always listening to me."

"You can come to me, anytime. Tell me anything. Anything that's on your mind. Or if you need to vent. I'm here for you. Always. Now take your nap. I'll fix you something to eat later."

"Can I have your cupcakes again?"

"Once you feel better."

"Great. Just hide them from the hyungs. I don't want them to try to take them."

"Hahaha. I'll try my best. But I do understand where you're coming from. With the singing situation. Although I try to keep the negativity away, I do have days when I feel like there's nothing special that I bring to the table. I get disappointed in myself when I don't reach my goal when I want to. And I push myself a lot. But I try not to push myself to the point where I'll hurt myself. I just wish I could see myself progress faster." She let out a breath and looked up at the ceiling.

"You are special. To ARMYs. To the hyungs. To me."

Smiling softly, she replied with a soft, "Thank you."

As they relaxed in comfortable silence, Jungkook let out a chuckle. "Remember when you broke the lamp?"

"Um, WE broke the lamp. Namjoon still feels some type of way about me breaking it, but it wasn't just my fault. It was your fault, too."

"That's not what he believes." He laughed evilly.

"I hate you." She laughed, playfully smacking him on the chest.

"Do you really?"

"Nah, I like you. You're an all right guy."

"Just an all right guy?"

"Okay, you're a cool guy."

"Just a cool guy?"

"Oh, my gosh." She laughed. "All right, well...I love spending my time with you."

"So, do I."

"I do enjoy you always listening to me and vice versa. I'm still honored that I'm your best friend. I wear the ring proudly."

"So, do I."

"So, yeah. You can be a pain in the neck, but you'll always be the goofy bunny that I enjoyed being around since we met."

Smiling to himself, he softly responded, "Good to know."

Deciding to get under the covers, Jungkook snuggled against her. "Guess I'm a pillow, for you now? That wasn't part of the deal." She joked.

"It is now. You're...really warm." He murmured.

"And you're really cold." She laughed.

After a moment of silence, he requested, "Can you...sing me to sleep?"

"What artist?"

"IU."

Smiling, she let out a silent laugh. "Of course, IU. You really like her, don't you? It's so cute. I hope you get to tell her how much you admire her. You're always fanboying about her. I don't blame you, though. She's so gifted and breathtaking."

'She's not the only girl...' He thought to himself.

"I'll sing Midsummer Night's Summer. Is that cool? It's my favorite since you got me into her music." She interrupted his thoughts.

"Perfect." He responded as he closed his eyes.

As he listened to her sing the song, he thought to himself, 'You should sing with me, more often. We need to sing a cover together. Better yet, make a song together. I love your voice...I'll never get tired of it.'

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residentevilvaldelobos · 5 months

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Hello @g0th1cqu33r I am your secret Santa! I will also post on a03, I hope you enjoy your story!

The building was practically empty, and her boots echoed down the hall. Many have left early because of the day, but criminals never stop so she decided to stay later than most. Now that she had finished up dealing with the latest tests, she was determined to find her friend. Every year he seemed to escape, running off alone into the night, and she has had enough. Leon was the kind of guy who kept his feelings close to his chest. She knew he had a heart of gold, but after all the blonde had been through he took to shutting down his emotions to stay alive. Especially after one mission in particular.

Rebecca sighed and pushed open a door, she had been the first to notice. Leon came back broken, though only his closest friends could see it. Something in his eyes told her and the others this wasn't normal. Leon was never healthy on missions, he wouldn't sleep, and would push himself until the mission was finished, his body running on anger and adrenaline alone. Once home he would crash for two days, and unless they used the key to his apartment to make sure he was breathing no one would hear from him. This case was different, something else happened on that mission and Leon refused to talk about it. He'd grow tense, angry, and he would refuse to answer anything.

“Did you find him?”

Rebecca looks up, her heart jumping before she smiles sadly at Chris. “No. He got past us again.”

“Damn it Leon” Chris shakes his head, his hands on his hips. “I hope he won't spend another Christmas in jail. He's going to get himself killed.”

“I know, I am worried too” She answers “I don't know what to do. We could check every bar”

Chris shakes his head. “He's already drinking by now and once he's like that there is no reasoning with him. We should stick with the plan”

She nods softly and shakes her head. “I hope he will be okay.”

The bar was quiet tonight, many of the regulars were home with their families, however one in particular was a regular even now. A heavy glass knocks against the worn wood, and he leans forward, his arms resting on the counter top. He was five drinks in already and he felt his chest begin to loosen up. The emotions welling seeping through the cracks in his foundation like a crumbling dam. He wondered how much longer he could last, how long until his body gives out?

Leon waves his hand and watches as the bartender pours him another drink. The amber liquid swirled in his glass, and the longer he looked, the worse he became. Flashes from what felt like another life began to appear, voices echoing through his head, though one in particular was agony. Leon tightened his grip on the glass, as the bartender walked away. He had known Leon for a while now and he knew when the man needed space.

“What do you think Leon…People can change right?”

Leon hung his head, his hair falling over his face. It has been nine years, nine long years and his voice still sounded as clear as the day it happened. The blonde shook his head, his chest tightened while his jaw began to ache. Jackson wouldn't judge him, he never did, however knowing that didn't make it easier and he downs another glass of whiskey without a flinch.

“December 24”

“Huh?” Leon looks up from his attache case, his eyebrow rising in question.

“You said earlier you wanted to know me. Who I was, why I was doing this” Luis smiles and leans against a couple of crates, his eyes following Leon's every move. “It's my birthday”

“July 31” Leon answers softly, his attention returning to his case to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks.

“You're younger than me aren't you?” Luis tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I don't know, how old are you grandpa?” Leon tossed back, his own smirk forming when Luis touched his chest, his mouth open like he had been scandalized.

“I am only twenty eight, pequeña mierda sarcástica” Luis huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. However there was no bite to his words.

“Twenty seven” Leon answered with a smirk. “Little shit only proves my point”

Luis rolled his eyes, an action Leon couldn't help but find adorable. They had known each other for less than twenty four hours and yet there was something about Luis that made Leon's heart race.

“Why are you looking at me like that sancho?”

Leon jerks and he finds himself back in the bar, tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes another glass of whiskey to keep it from being audible, his heart cracking as he finally finds the courage to speak. He was talking to himself, but it didn't change the message. Taking a deep breath Leon reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, it was worn, dirty, and had more dents in it then it's original owner would like. Leon has taken it everywhere, every meeting, every battle, it sat in his pocket against his thigh. The feeling is a reminder, one that keeps him going through it all, why he refuses to give up.

The lighter had lost its shine years ago, and his thumb runs over a particularly bad dent in the cover. It happened during his mission in the Eastern Slav Republic, and it turns out the lighter saved his life. It stopped a piece of shrapnel from entering his leg, with how the battle had gone, a wound that bad would have killed him. Two tyrants, and running out of ammo, even without the wound it was a miracle he survived. It had taken Leon days to fix the dent, he was able to get most of it back in shape, however there still remained a small mark.

He runs his thumb over it gently, he couldn't help but feel like Luis was watching over him. Saving him even now from the grave. Leon sets down the lighter and picks up his drink, once again it has been refilled. He raises it to the lighter and licks his lips.

“Happy birthday Luis” he whispers softly, his eyes tearing up as he downs the liquor, his throat burning though it was a pleasant feeling compared to the pain in his heart.

Jackson looked up as the front door opened, his eyes following the newcomer as he made his way to the bar. He had the thought to warn the man about Leon, but before he could the man dived head first into the definition of reckless. A move that left Jackson flicking and making the sign of the cross over his chest. He was hoping Leon wouldn't be arrested tonight, but it seemed this newcomer had a death wish.

The newcomer reached forward and scooped up the lighter, the dented metal gliding through his fingers, before using it to light his cigarette, the smoke rolling over his lips and up his face slowly. The man had been ready for it, he had thought about it many times, but having it happen still made him jump, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” Leon snarls slamming the man against the bar, his fist knocking into his chest roughly.

“Now that's the sancho I remember” the man spoke up, the cigarette dangling from his lips. His Gray eyes, smirk, body language, it all burned Leon, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.

Leon stood frozen in place, his fingers twisting in the man's leather jacket for stability. He felt like the room was spinning, his heart slamming against his ribcage. He had finally lost it, he was now hallucinating. It felt so real though, he could smell the smoke, feel his warmth, and hear his voice. Leon closes his eyes for a moment, taking it all in before it could disappear, his stomach twisting as the tears drip down onto the leather coat.

“Leon?” He sounded so real, it hurt. It was too much. He wanted to scream, but his throat tightened, refusing to let a sound out. “Hey, stay with me. Come on sancho.”

Leon sways and his eyelids flutter open, the man's…Luis’ hands burn into the skin on his shoulder. He was so warm. So real. The blonde took a deep breath, the tears coming against his will now, the stream unending. If he was crazy it was worth it.

“I have finally lost it” he laughs softly, it was a sad sound, like a man accepting his fate. “that or I'm dying”

“Don't talk like that” Luis replies, his hands coming up to cup the blonde's cheeks. “You are not crazy”

“I saw you die. I held your hand as you took your last breath” Leon whispers, his voice cracking as all the pain comes back.

“I thought I was dead too. I thought I was a goner, but then I woke up, someone had bandaged me up, and left me with a way to escape.” He whispers softly. “I've been in recovery, and rebuilding my life. Now finally, I had the ability to find you”

Leon shakes his head and tries to pull back, his hands shaking. “stop, just stop. This isn't real”

Luis shook his head and pushed himself through Leon's arms, his hands pulling Leon in to meet him for the kiss. It was soft and slow, one sided for a few moments, but soon Leon’s mind caught up with conversation and he returned the kiss, his fingers digging into the back of Luis jacket. His grip was so tight his fingers began to ache. He was scared, scared Luis would disappear.

“I'm here, I'm here amor.” Luis whispers against his lips, his eyes locking with Leon's.

“Luis…” Leon whispers, his jaw tightening against a sob that threatened to leave him.

Luis held him close, hovering over Leon like a protective guardian against the outside world. His hair had gotten longer, the length resting on his shoulders now and it suited him. What didn't suit Luid however was the weight loss. It wasn't much, but it was enough to show how the brunette had been living. Leon wanted nothing more than to feed him, to watch Luis eat until he was satisfied, but he also wanted to kiss him, to feel his facial hair scratch his skin, his hair tickle his cheeks, and to run his fingers through his chest hair.

“stay with me” Luis whispers softly, his thumb running over Leon's left cheek. “Do you live nearby cariño?”

Leon shakes his head, his head beginning to feel fuzzy. “got my bike”

“no, I don't think so,” Luis smiles and slaps some money on the table. “Come on, my place isn't far.”

Leon puts up a bit of a fight, but it doesn't take much to get him moving, however once the cold December air hits his face, he lets out a gasp, his body jerking softly before he coughs.

“Sancho!” Luis calls, his arms wrapping around Leon for support, but the blonde raises his hand, his skin turning pink from the cold.

“I'm fine” he takes a deep breath, his eyes suddenly looking clear and bright. “Than- Luis…”

“Ah now you are awake” he smiles softly, his hand running over Leon's back in small gentle circles. “It seems the cold was enough to wake you up”

Leon leaned up and moved closer, his hands twisting in Luis' jacket, his eyes scanning the man's face.

“Amor, I know” Luis hands close over Leon's “I'll answer anything you want, but first let me get you somewhere warm”

Leon hums and considers it, taking a moment to run through the options before he lets go. “Alright, you said you were close?”

Leon didn't know what he was doing, let alone what he was thinking. He was blinding following who he believed was Luis but how did he truly know it was Luis? The blonde kept his head low, following the brunette through the streets like a wounded puppy, however it wasn't until he registered Luis' voice that he realized they were there.

“You are worrying me amor.” Luis whispers from the open door way. His brow furrowed in concern.

Leon approaches him, his steps more like those Luis remembered, his heart skipping a beat as Leon kicks the door closed. “Show me”

“What? Leon…”

“Show me” Leon repeats his fists clenched at his sides. “I won't believe it until I see it”

Luis sighs and unzips his jacket, his eyes locked with Leon's as he works. “Alright mi cielito, I understand.”

Leon holds his breath, his eyes wondering over Luis' body, taking in every inch of him. The tail of his belt that hung out, the curve of his hips, the hair on his chest. Leon took it all in with greed, his eyes feasting on every inch of skin that became exposed. It wasn't long before Luis stood before Leon, his chest completely exposed. The blonde's eyes wandered over Luis' chest following the hair down until it disappeared beneath his pants, his own growing tight.

“Turn around”

“Dios mio sancho, at least buy me dinner” Luis grins, before he turns around exposing his back to the agent.

Leon rolled his eyes and took a few steps forward, his eyes first caught sight of the scar near Luis shoulder blade, and he ran his fingers over it gently. It wasn't what he was looking for, but it only served as more proof. Leon lingers for a moment, his fingers tracing the mark before he turns his attention to Luis' lower back, right by his left hip. It was jagged and small, but it was what Luis had asked for, 073119770, his tag number. He traced the numbers gently, his heart swelling. It was Luis. He was alive.

“Believe me now sancho?” Luis asks softly, Leon could tell he was smirking without even looking.

“Shut up” he whispers, his arms wrapping around Luis' chest, his head dropping against the brunette's back.

Luis smiles and relaxes, letting Leon have a moment, but it doesn't last long. “Show me” he returns

Leon shivers and feels his cheeks begin to warm. “You know it's me”

“I want to see it” he turns to face the blond, his eyes darkened with hunger.

Leon shivers softly, and he swallows the lump in his throat before he raises his shirt with one hand and opens his pants with the other, before pushing his waistband down enough to reveal the mark. There near the junction of his thigh and groin was a burn, a cigarette burn to be exact.

Luis' nostrils flare and he lets out a low growl. “It's been so long, that night has been burned into my memory” he whispers, accent thick, his voice deeper than normal.

“Luis…” Leon whispers softly, melting as the taller man crowds Into his space.

“Si leon?” He hums leaning over Leon ever so slightly. “If you say no I will stop”

“If you stop” Leon starts, a finger from each hand slowly sliding into the loops on Luis jeans. “I will never forgive you” he finishes jerking the brunette forward so their bodies pressed together, their lips meeting for a messy but passionate kiss.

Luis lets out a soft hum, his head tilting as he leans into the kiss, his tongue dominating Leon’s with ease. While Luis had plenty of experience, more than Leon it seemed, he was a switch depending on the day. Right now he was at war with himself, it had been nine years, he craved claiming the blonde, but also craved being claimed by him. For Luis there weren't enough hours in the day to get both done. He was to horny, needy and desperate to focus on both, Leon was warm, his skin soft until Luis’ fingers ran over the scars that littered the blonde's body. Luis felt like each one told a story, ones that Luis’ wanted to hear. He wanted to know everything, what did he miss over the time they spent apart.

Leon lets out a soft whine and pulls Luis as close as possible, his hips grinding up against the brunette’s gently. He was becoming impatient, and Luis seemed to be focused on driving him mad. Leon wanted to complain, however he decided to take advantage of the situation. The blonde turned quickly using his hold on Luis’ jeans to flip them, forcing the brunette’s body against a nearby wall. Leon let out a deep growl, his face burying into Luis' neck, but before Luis could crack a joke, the blonde rips a cry from his chest. A mix of surprise and pleasure, as the blonde's hands grip Luis’ thigh and lift him up into the air, forcing the brunette to wrap his legs around Leon’s waist.

“Better” Leon growls his teeth sinking into Luis’ neck leaving mark after mark as he slowly grinds their covered cocks together.

Luis gasps and his head slams back against the wall, his hands flying up to tangle in Leon’s golden locks, the grip only spurring the younger man on. Luis chokes and arches off the wall, his hips slamming down to meet Leon on every thrust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more, he needed skin on skin, his jeans unbearably tight. Leon however didn’t seem interested in moving, his hot breath tickling Luis’ throat as he admired the dozen’s of marks he’s already made. Luis’ had no way to hide them, unless the man owned a turtleneck -something Leon didn’t imagine Luis owning- the world was going to see Luis was taken. That the brunette was his. The thought brought another growl deep from Leon’s chest and he smiles when Luis moans.

“You like that? God you make me feral” He snarls his fingers digging into Luis thighs. “Look at you, Fuck. I thought you were beautiful before…” He whispers before running his tongue up the front of Luis' throat. “If you cut your hair, I will kill you”

“Dios mio Leon” Luis pants heavily, his eyes slowly opening to look down at the blonde. Leon wasn’t as skinny as he used to be, he had filled out a little, but in the best possible way, Luis wanted nothing more than to suffocate between those thighs. “Stop…admiring and do something before I die”

Leon grins and pulls away from the wall, holding Luis up by his ass as he blindly yet skillfully moves through his apartment, and up the stairs to his loft. “I am going to destroy you” He whispers, his voice deeper and rougher than normal. “You won’t be able to think of anyone else, i'm going to claim every last inch of your body and make you scream my name.”

Luis chokes and his head falls back, his fingers twisting into the long hair at the base of Leon’s neck. “Joder…Leon what has gotten into you” Luis mumbles his hips rocking down to grind against the blonde as best he could. “You weren’t like this nine years ago”

“I was, but I thought I had time, I thought it could wait until after the mission” He answers dropping Luis down onto the bed, leaving him splayed out like a wet dream, his hair a messy halo around his head, his tan skin littered with bruises, and thick patches of hair. Leon’s eyes darkened, his pupils almost swallowing the sapphire color of his eyes. “I won’t make that mistake again”

Luis attempts to argue, but his brain short circuits when Leon rips his jeans from his body, the button snapping, and the jeans tear with a satisfying sound. The brunette lets out a sinful cry, his body jerking up from the strength and Luis hands fly up to cover his face, his heart pounding against his chest, threatening to burst from his chest.

“Did you just cum?” Leon smirks, his head tilting to the right as takes in his lover's reaction.

“Shut up!” Luis answers, his yell muffled by his hands, the blush slowly creeping down his throat.

Leon hums and crawls onto the bed, pushing himself up near Luis' closed legs; he had never seen the brunette embarrassed. He didn’t think it was possible, Luis was cocky, confident and anything but shy. While Leon felt bad, he couldn’t help basking in the moment. Luis came from his display of strength alone, the thought left Leon feeling proud, his heart fluttering softly. After a moment though Leon moves to rub Luis’ knees, his gaze softening as he waits for the brunette to calm down.

“So beautiful. Come on baby let me in” he whispers softly smiling when Luis’ breath hitches, his knees knocking together. “You are so cute like this, shy and innocent for me. Fuck Luis” He leans down and kisses over the brunettes knees, his hands sliding down towards his elders thighs. “Let me see you.”

Luis pants heavily, his fingers sliding apart so he could peek at the blonde, his legs shaking. This wasn’t the man he was used to. God he loved it, but he hadn’t expected it. Leon was attentive, treating him like he was more than a body, Luis had never been loved so thoroughly nor had he ever cum so fast in his life.

“Mi cielito, por favor te necesito. Voy a perder la cabeza” Luis mumbles, lifting up off the bed as Leon’s fingers dig gently into his thighs. “Dios…”

“I’ll give you what you need baby, but I need you to let me in” He purrs and nuzzles Luis' knees. “Come on let me see how pretty you are”

Luis trembles, his hands staying over his face, however his legs relax allowing Leon to spread them and push into the space between them. Leon let out a pleased hum, and he slid up the brunette's body, his hands coming up to remove Luis’ from his face, pinning them above his head gently.

“There you are” He whispers “Fuck baby, you are so perfect”

Luis shivers and arches, his cum soaked cock grinding up against Leon's gently. “Por favor…Leon”

“I’ve got you, and I am never letting go, you are mine Luis. Do you hear me” he whispers in the brunette's ear, before he nips at it gently.

“Si…Si mi amor” Luis trembles, his body completely at the blonde's mercy and he wasn’t going to complain. Luis felt like he died and this was heaven.

“That’s my baby,” Leon purrs softly before he begins to work his way down Luis’ body, pausing only for a moment to nuzzle and tease Luis' chest before he lays down and lifts Luis' legs.

Luis arched and whined, thighs twitching under Leon’s tongue, the blonde intent on covering them with just as many bruises as his throat. He didn’t know how much time passed, but it took him longer than he’d like to realize the blonde was calling his name. The brunette opened his eyes slowly, tears staining his cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was covered in bruises, like he had gotten the shit beat out of him in paintball. Leon was above him, his smile warm and full of love, his hand moving gently. It was only then that Luis registered what was happening, his body having been lost in his second orgasm of the night.

“Agh! Leon, wait!” He reaches down holding Leon’s wrist gently, his thighs closing around the blonde.

“Shhh baby, you are doing so good for me” Leon whispers. “You look so beautiful, you were so lost in the pleasure, god I almost came just from watching you”

Luis gasps and chokes on a moan, his legs squeezing Leon’s sides as painful overstimulation turns to pleasure. “Please…Joder. I can’t…”

Leon thrusts his cock over Luis thigh, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “You think you can take it?”

Luis eye’s widen and his head drops back as a wrecked moan rips from his throat. Leon was massive, at least eight inches or more and thick. The brunette felt like he was going to cum again from the sight. Everything about Leon was perfect, even down to his cock, and while Luis would never admit he was drooling for it, he in fact was.

“Si…por favor. Follame, por favor” Luis begs, his hands flying up to grip the headboard as he pressed back against his god of a lover.

“You don’t need to tell me twice baby boy” He purrs and removes his fingers, Luis’ hole loose and arching to be filled.

Leon leans down and covers Luis' body with his own, his hand guiding one leg over his shoulder, as his cock rubs over the brunette’s loose opening. He teases his lover for a moment, grinding gently over his hole and just when Luis was about to complain Leon slams home, taking him in one long thrust. The cry Luis’ lets out almost ends their fun, Leon’s body tensing as he stays still and tries to calm himself down, his eyes slowly opening after a moment to look down at the wrecked man beneath him. Luis looked like he had lost his mind, his hands gripping anything he could reach for support, his chest rapidly rising and falling, lashes clumped together as he tears up from the pleasure. Leon hums softly and takes Luis hands bringing them up to his body. He wanted the brunette to grip him instead, it didn’t matter where or how, but he wanted him to feel safe. Leon swore he was seeing a god in human form, like the women who witnessed Zeus he feared he’d die because he laid eyes upon his beautiful form.

“Luis” He whispers softly, lowering Luis' legs so they could wrap around his waist, the brunette's hands moving so his fingers dug into his back. “I have never seen anything so beautiful”

“Hnn…you..better fuck me” He huffs softly his nails digging into Leon’s back. “Mas!”

Leon chuckles softly “You asked for it baby”

Leon shifts his weight and pulls out until just the tip remains inside his lover's sweet warm hole before he slams back inside, his pace quickly becoming rough, the bed rocking and slamming against the wall violently. Luis cries out, his nails digging into Leon’s skin hard enough to draw blood, the brunette quickly giving Leon marks of his own as the blonde destroyed him, stars flashing in front of his vision everytime the younger hit his prostate.

“Leon! Mas! Dios! Por favor!” He begs, his hips rocking down to meet Leon thrust for thrust, his cock rubbing against Leon’s stomach when their bodies press together.

Leon growls and picks up the pace, his thrusts brutalizing Luis' prostate. “Cum for me baby, Cum on my cock” He whispers in his ear, the brunette's eyes rolling back as he’s sent over the edge.

“Leon!” Luis cries, his head slamming back against the bed as he cums over Leon’s stomach, his vision darkening for a moment before he jerks, his body suddenly overwhelmed by Leon’s brutal thrusts. “C..Cum inside me…Amor”

Leon trembles and manages to thrust a few more times before he slams as deep as he possibly could and releases inside his love, warm cum coating Luis insides like a permanent mark. Leon pants softly, his face pressed against Luis' throat as they bask in the afterglow of their love making. Leon didn’t want to move, he knew dry cum was the worst, but he didn’t want to leave Luis' side for anything. However after a moment he leans up and looks down at the brunette, his hand coming up to gently brush Luis' hair from his face.

“Happy birthday Luis” He whispers softly, watching as the brunette takes a moment to recover before beautiful gray eyes lock with his own.

“Te amo” He whispers softly, bearing his heart to the blonde above him, his body tense as he waits to see what Leon will do.

“I love you too…I have for so long Luis” Leon whispers and kisses him slowly, this time it’s soft, and gentle, nothing like the heated one they shared in the kitchen.

“I like my birthday and Christmas gift amor, but I think you broke me.” Luis chuckles, running his fingers through Leon’s hair.

“I’ll take care of you” he hums before carefully sliding out of his lover. It took Leon a moment to get out of bed, but he returns with a warm cloth, his touch gentle as he clears Luis' body. “Luis…”

“I am not going anywhere” He whispers and takes Leon’s hand, bringing it up to his lips. “If you will have me, I will stay with you for as long as I live”

“Of course I want you” He answers crawling back onto the bed once the rag was tossed aside, his arms wrapping around the brunette, his back stinging softly.

“Move in with me” Luis whispers, turning so Leon’s head rests against his chest, his fingers running through the blonde's hair.

“Yes” Leon answers honestly, his grip tightening on the elder. “I love you”

“I love you too Leon” He whispers, holding him close. They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they had each other, and that was all they needed.

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Jk could make out with a woman in a music video and taekookers/jikookers would STILL swear up and down that he’s gay.

Why do armys want all of the members to be gay? Its baffling.

This made me think of when kpop fans thought Amber was a lesbian because she had short hair and dressed "manly". Then she made out with a man in one of her music videos and people couldn't believe it lmao.

What's interesting for me is how everyone usually seems sooooo okay with him having sex as long as they get a say in who he's doing it with.

Around the days that video of allegedly him (I'm like 80% sure it is him) with a woman in his apartment, there was a 3d performance posted where he made with his hand something that looked a lot like the position your hand would be in if you were fingering a woman.

I've seen jikookers denying with all their might that it was him in the video, and then the next tweet was them quoting that clip where he's literally making the gesture of fingering a girl saying "I need him". And then two tweets later a jikook tweet.

I mean, these people can't be farther from serious. It's okay when he's doing it for their entertainment and they "need him" but they just literally hate the idea that he could be dating and actually fingering a girl irl and they don't get a say in it. Worse, that they're not even participants in it the way you could say fans are somewhat participants in a ship.

So at the end of the day I think it's about control and about thinking only of what makes them feel good. It makes them feel good to think that Jimin and Jungkook are in a secret privet relationship even if they don't see it. But it would kill them to know that Jungkook is actually privately hooking up with women (that they aren't seeing either), so they prefer to hold on to their idea of him where he's not interested in women.

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365: chlorine and coconut sunscreen

March 10

There's this song I like called 'Stacy's Brother' by Mad Tsai I listened to on repeat way too many times while writing this. It's... very dumb. But god it's a fun lil story lol.

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Maria's mom answered the door for Malik and smiled when she saw him. "Hey, Mrs. Thorpe," he said.

"Malik, here for homework?"

"Yeah," he said as she let him in. "Is Maria in her room?"

"She is," and Mrs. Thorpe closed the door. "Make sure she stays on task."

"Pfft. That's her job," he said and went into the house to Maria's room. He'd been here a thousand times so didn't feel awkward as he opened the door where Maria was on her bed working on their homework for the day. He left the door open.

"There you are," Maria looked up and Malik was not a bit awkward she'd changed since she'd come home from school. She was wearing a V-neck tank top and comfortable shorts that only went down to her mid thigh. Stuff the Vice Principle would have gotten on her about because he could see some of her cleavage. "You're late."

"I literally just got home after picking my brother up from school," Malik complained and joined her on the bed. "Not everyone has a free period at the end of the day."

"I guess," Maria said, leaning back in a way that made her look sexy, her long brown hair half braided along the side of her head. "And it isn't football season so I have no reason to stay after school," she allowed. Not that Maria played but she was co-captain of the cheer squad. Basically anyone with any sort of gymnastic ability got to be captain but this year there were only two.

"Did you get anything started?" Malik asked pulling out his notebooks.

"Yeah I got the math homework done already."

"Oh thank god," Malik groaned and Maria giggled. He hated math.

"You just worry about the Spanish homework," she winked at him.

He grinned at her, not minding her display of herself. Not like he'd do anything. He and Maria had been friends since before middle school back when girls had 'cooties'. "Sure sure once I copy your math homework," he said and she sat up to hand him her binder with the homework.

They did homework and hung out for a while as it got later. Eventually there was a dull knock on the open door, "Yo, dork and friend," and Malik looked up quickly. Maria's (sort of new) step brother was hanging off one of the door jambs. "Mom said it's dinner time." Malik only half heard. He was always an idiot the first few seconds Altair showed up. Eve had gotten remarried a few years ago and Altair was Umar's teenage son brought into the family. He was a sophomore in college now but still lived at home and fuck he was so hot. Tall, darkly tanned skin with dark brown hair he wore long enough that you could see it curled at the edges and the most intense light brown/amber eyes Malik had ever seen. Malik never got tired of looking at him.

"Okay. You staying then, Mal?" Maria asked him.

"Oh- uh, yeah," Malik stammered.

"Cool. Mom said wash up," and Altair left the doorway and Malik hoped he didn't look like such a fucking idiot.

"Also don't call me a dork, Altair," Maria called after him.

"Okay loser," Altair called from down the hall.

"Altair!" Mrs. Thorpe yelled from the kitchen and then some light scolding.

"Idiot falls for that every time," Maria snickered and got off her bed. Malik followed her and they washed their hands for dinner.

Dinner was good, if sort of boring. Mrs. Thorpe was a nice lady but a world class cook she was not. Malik had seen her spice cupboard before she'd married Altair's dad; the spiciest thing in it was sweet paprika. At least it wasn't spaghetti.

After dinner Malik helped clean up. He'd been over for dinner enough he wasn't a 'guest' anymore but a dinner staple so was put on clean up duty. He was putting away dishes and leftovers with Altair who'd been tasked with the proper cleanup. Maria had gone back to her room for the moment and the adults were watching TV in the living room. Malik knew Mrs. Thorpe would come and inspect the kitchen after they'd left.

"So what are you doing this weekend?" Altair asked him making him start.

"I have a part time job," Malik said after swallowing. They were basically standing side by side and Malik was so annoyed Altair also smelled nice. He was like singularly designed to be distracted to Malik and it was working.

"Oh yeah? Maria said she's got a big project due in two weeks."

"Ah, yeah. I have that too." They had to build a diorama of atoms and molecules. Way more fun than usual science homework. "I'll probably come over and work on it with Maria," he added.

"Nice. Some of the boys are coming over to go to the pool. You and the dork should come," and Malik did not imagine the wink Altair gave him. When was he working this weekend? He was pretty sure it was in the morning. He preferred morning shifts and his shifts weren't that long.

"After I get off, sure," he said and Altair gave him a smile that was almost a smirk.

"Sounds good. I can handle the rest. I'm sure dork princess supreme is looking for you," Altair said putting the filled plastic containers into the fridge.

"Probably," Malik said. Malik lingered another moment before leaving and going back to Maria's room to finish their homework. He was so oblivious to Maria's cleavage the rest of the night he was there.

Malik never felt awkward going over to Maria's usually but today he did. He didn't know why he bothered when Maria answered the door in a golden bikini with pink beach wrap around her waist. "Mal!" she said brightly when she saw him. Okay so he wasn't going to be alone.

"Sorry for the wait. They held me a few extra minutes at work," he apologized as he entered the house.

"It's fine. Now we can go." Malik was glad he also wasn't the only friend Maria had invited. She'd invited her friends Adha and Kass to join as well. "Guys Malik finally showed up."

"Hell yeah!" an unfamiliar voice cried.

There were three guys in the living room her didn't recognize and they all looked like various jock cliches each wearing the exact same slide on sandals and sunglasses on their heads but different swim trunks and t-shirts. "Bro not so loud," one said.

"We all here?" Mr. Thorpe asked.

"Yeah."

There was a bit of discussion over how everyone was getting to the pool and Malik ended up being in the middle of the back seat between two of Altair's friends in Altair's car. Was fine with him. Altair was at least nice enough to introduce them, "This is Ezio, Desmond, and Connor," he said pointing at each one in turn. Desmond and Ezio could have been brothers except Ezio grew his hair out and had an annoying New York Italian accent. Connor was... cute he supposed, and utterly done with his friends. "And this is my sister's friend, Malik."

"Yeah yeah you've mentioned him," Desmond said dismissively and Malik wound up between Ezio and Desmond in the back.

"So you're like childhood besties with Maria?" Ezio asked as they were following Mr. Thorpe's car which had the girls and adults in it.

"Uhh, sort of?" Malik said awkwardly. "We became friends in fifth grade."

"Oh yeah? How?"

"... We both had detention-

"Shit for real? That's how I met this guy," Connor said and pointed accusingly at Desmond.

"What were you in for?" Desmond asked.

"I told a teacher to go fuck themselves-" the entire car erupted into laughter.

"Shit, in fifth grade? That's like, what? Eleven or twelve?" Desmond wheezed.

"I had a real foul mouth growing up," Malik said awkwardly. "My dad swears like a sailor so I got it from him."

"What was the dork in for?" Altair asked.

"I think she stabbed her bully with a pencil?" This time the car was filled with 'ooooooooh!'s.

"I dunno Altair, I think your sister is cool," Ezio said mildly.

"Pffft, hardly," Altair said.

"Stabbing someone with a pencil is pretty hard core," Desmond agreed with Ezio.

"Yeah and now she wants to be a chemist; dork," Altair said in a gross voice making his friends laugh. These guys were fun. Malik liked them.

"So, Malik... you hitting that?"

"Oi!" Altair shouted.

"Ew, Ezio. Don't be crass," Desmond said.

"Don't fucking answer that," Altair said and Malik looked at him in the rear view.

"She's not really my type," Malik said truthfully.

"I'm going to kick your ass once we get to the pool, Ezio," Altair threatened. "Don't say that shit about my sister you fucking freak."

"It was just a question. Geeze you're so sensitive," Ezio said.

"Your brother is fucking that stuffy rich kid from your Art History class," Desmond said and Ezio immediately looked like he was about to hurl.

"No he isn't," Ezio said.

"Saw them making out in the dorms."

"I'm going to throw up," Ezio groaned.

Thankfully there were no more probing questions like that and everyone arrived at the pool in one piece. As soon as they got out of the car Altair put Ezio in a head lock and walked him around for a minute, reprimanding him about asking nasty questions about his sister.

The pool was the size of two Olympic pools with diving boards at the deep end. There was also a small slide on the side. A wading pool separate from the main pool for kids had one of those mushroom waterfalls too. The pool was busy but not crowded.

The adults found a spot to set up and Malik tried not to stare when Altair took his shirt off. He was buff in a worked out enough to be fit sort of way but wasn't jacked by any means. His friends were a bit more or less buff than him but Malik thought Altair was the best looking by far even if he had the same 'uniform' sunglasses as the other three. Before he could make a decision on wanting to hang with the older guys Kass got his attention and he was reminded he should probably hang out with his own friends even if he was the only guy.

Kass and Adha were both nice girls and part of cheer with Maria and Malik's friends by association but that was about it. He hung out with them enough to fit right into the friend group as they got into the pool to swim around.

They hung out for a while before Connor found them. "You guys want to mess around?" he asked them.

"Which means?" Maria asked, eyeing him.

"We were playing chicken but Ezio's a fat ass and you're all little," Connor said.

"I don't-

"That sounds fun," Kass said.

"Seriously?"

"Scared I'll kick your ass, Thorpe?" Kass asked smugly.

Malik was not shocked when that triggered Maria's competitive nature. "No. Let's go." Malik knew Kass knew Maria well enough that she'd done that on purpose.

They followed Connor to a part of the pool where the college guys could stand with just their upper chests above the water. "Hey, dork and friends, you showed up," Altair said.

"So who gets Malik or is he not playing?" Desmond asked, folding his arms thoughtfully.

"I can sit out-" Malik tried.

"Nah man. You can be my fighter," Altair said. Malik sunk into the water a bit with a gulp. Oh boy. Really? Seriously?

"You don't want your sister?"

"We fight enough I can't be on her side on principle," Altair said.

"Hey!" Maria cried.

They organized themselves into teams. Malik sat out the first grapple match with Adha, sitting on the edge of the pool nearby to watch. Altair and Desmond were also waiting it out but in the pool egging their friends on. "This is stupid," Adha sighed.

"Yeah but it's fun," Malik said.

"Yeah I guess." They watched Kass and Maria struggle to throw each other off the shoulders they were on. Then she looked at Malik and Malik started to feel very self conscious. Adha had moved to America in middle school and she just had a... way about her where sometimes she looked at Malik and it was like she knew what he was thinking. She looked away after a few seconds. "Maria's bathing suit is pretty cute don't you think?"

Malik was so caught off guard he didn't respond at first. "Ah- yeah? I guess so. I didn't really notice," he admitted with a shrug. Adha looked at Malik again. "Uhh...?"

"When are you and Maria going to go out?" she asked bluntly.

"Wha-- never?" Malik asked, barely sure himself for some reason.

"I don't believe you."

"Sorry?"

"Like everyone thinks you're dating."

"Who's 'everyone'?" Because they had very different ideas of 'everyone'.

"All of the cheer squad and like everyone in your classes," Adha said simply. "And why not?"

"She's not my type," Malik said.

Adha frowned. "So?"

"So? So what?"

"She's pretty, smart, and popular. How is that not your type?" Adha asked.

"She's just not my type okay. Geeze," he looked away, annoyed. "She's also been my friend like forever. I don't think about her like that."

"So where'd you get that?" and she touched her own neck. Malik immediately slapped his hand to his neck.

"Not from Maria," Malik said and they scowled at each other. He didn't owe Adha an explanation on where he'd gotten a hickey.

Adha folded her arms and looked away. "Too bad."

"Not my problem," Malik grumbled and they watched Kass finally throw Maria off Connor's shoulders and then flexed with a victory roar. It was actually impressive too because Kass had bigger arms than Malik. The older boys other than Connor cheered too.

Then it was Malik and Adha's turn and Malik felt not a bit self conscious about it. It wasn't like he was some short light weight like these girls but Altair didn't seem to mind. Adha didn't trash talk like Maria and Kass were from the sidelines but she did give him a thumbs down which irritated him. Desmond was the tallest person here so when he stood up with Adha she had the high ground on Malik.

Didn't matter. He had at least twenty or thirty pounds on her. There was some brief grappling before Malik tossed her off Desmond's shoulders. The other's cheered and Altair gave Malik a high five. The following match between him and Kass was less one sided and lasted a full minute before Ezio shoved Altair's head under the water and Kass could shove Malik off his shoulders.

Their self congratulating was so annoying.

The rest of the day passed with only some minor horse play and Malik and his friends being very impressed by the college guys doing front flips off the low diving board.

Eventually Malik dragged himself out of the pool, tired as hell from the swimming. Adha had already gotten out and gone back to the Thorpes on the side of the pool. Malik went to the changing room just to use the showers to rinse off the chlorine before he planned on passing out on one of the beach chairs for a little bit before they went home. He was finishing up when he saw Altair come in and glance around before seeing him.

"Hey."

"Hey?"

Altair frowned. "I'm sorry about what Ezio said earlier," Altair said.

"What'd he say?" Malik had already forgotten. He turned off the water since he was done anyway.

Altair looked sort of annoyed. "About if you were with Maria."

"Oh! Yeah it's fine. It didn't matter," he waved it away trying to be cool that Altair was up in his space. He was doing a very bad job at not looking at Altair's naked chest too. Outside it had been whatever but in this more intimate setting it was making his ears burn.

"Hey," and Malik started when Altair grabbed his chin and made him look at his face. "It matters to me," and Malik's heart jumped when Altair kissed him. He tasted like chlorine and coconut sunscreen.

Malik had had a crush on Altair almost as soon as Mrs. Thorpe had gotten married and he realized boys were a thing and no him not having a crush on girls was normal because boys. There'd been some flirting over the years but nothing had come of it until a few weeks ago. It'd been Malik's eighteenth birthday and Altair had just gone 'happy birthday' and kissed him in the backyard while they were being ignored by the party around because Malik's little brother Kadar was making a fool of himself. Malik had nearly fainted.

He still got all silly after Altair kissed him too. It was absolutely foolish but he couldn't help it. He licked his lips when Altair pulled away and had to clear his throat. "I know. But I don't care what people assume about me and Maria. Apparently half my class has an opinion," he rolled his eyes.

"So you going to tell her or what?" Because of course Maria didn't know. Malik felt weirdly guilty about it. Not that he didn't have feelings for her but that he'd hooked up with one of his best friend's brother.

"... No," he said after a moment. He knew she liked him and didn't want it to be more awkward than it had to be.

Altair folded his arms. "You should just tell her."

"Yeah but she'll probably cry and she's my best friend. I don't want to do that," Malik grimaced.

"I could-

"No," Malik said firmly.

Altair huffed. "Fine. I wish you'd just tell her so she stops dressing like a hussy at home whenever you're over-"

"What? She does not," Malik complained.

"Dude she comes home and when she knows you're coming over wears some of the sluttiest clothes she owns."

"And this is why I don't want to tell her," Malik groaned. "I'd fuck everything up."

"Sounds like a bitch ass excuse but okay," Altair was still sour but didn't push the subject anymore.

"Also for the record I don't remember anything out of Ezio's mouth," Malik said, heading out of the shower room.

"Yeah. That's about how you should treat him," Altair agreed, following him.

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