#i definitely didn't pass out drunk on saturday night
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opposite of a meet cute
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summary: Not everyone can have a cute story about how they met and that's clear when you tell the story of how you met your significant other. From punches to car accidents, your way of meeting your future husband was definitely unique.
pairing: 141 x gn!reader
warnings: swearing, mild injury/violence, bodily fluids? (its someone throwing up a drink and i think you can guess who)
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price - during a bar fight
As Price walked down the Saturday night street, he kept to himself and casually peered into the busy bars and pubs. He was on his way back from his favorite cigar shop and was comforted by the brisk weather and the cacophonies of conversations. He was almost to his townhome when he passed a loud pub. His pleasant walk was interrupted by two men fighting loudly. He could hear the sounds of swearing and the sickening impact of punches being thrown. He thought of crossing the street but it was clear that this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. He watched as people just observed the fight and no one was intervening as the street was filled with the sound of fists contacting and groans. He wondered where the fuck the bouncers were and why no one had called the police yet.
"Don't be a hero, John, don't be a fucking hero," he kept saying in his mind as he watched the chaos unfold. His hands balled into fists on the warm inside of his jacket and everything was screaming at him to just continue walking. He could have just crossed the street and let someone else handle the situation. But of course, he couldn’t let these two drunk assholes continue and he went in to break up the fight. In the mayhem, a few punches were thrown his way and Price decided to deliver some defensive moves of his own. However, his punch made contact with someone other than the two drunkards.
Around the same time, you were headed back to your flat after a late-night snack run and came upon the fight. You moved through the gathering crowd of cameras and jeers until you came upon the scene. Price would later make fun of your lack of self-preservation but in that moment, you decided to be a good person and tried to end the drunken punches and swears. That's how you ended with a hard punch to your nose. You swear you could see stars as you tried to stand up straight. Staggering backward, you fell onto the concrete as Price rushed over. You could feel blood drip down your lip as he helped you get back up. His eyes were filled with worry as he tried to assess the damage. Thankfully, the bouncer finally came out and put an end to the stupid brawl.
“You broken?” he asked as you sat on the bench outside the loud pub. If he hadn’t gotten you ice and piles of tissues after the punch, you would’ve thought it was a threat. Your nose was pooling blood for a few moments and the air smelled of sickly iron. “I’ll be alright, the bouncer said it wasn’t broken,” you replied as you continued to hold the ice to your throbbing nose. You chatted for a while as the pain dulled and he even offered you a cigarette. You declined as your entire face was still throbbing mildly but enjoyed that his cigar took away the smell of blood rather quickly. "That was stupid, you know?" he said to you after a long drag, "you shouldn't have intervened." You laughed and winced a little at the pain. "I'm stupid? You were the one throwing punches," you joked and you both shared a laugh.
Eventually, you felt well enough to head home and John even booked you an Uber so you wouldn’t have to walk the late-night streets back to your flat. You didn't mind the free ride and happily accepted. As you sat in silence waiting for your ride, you thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask him something. “Not to be blunt, but I’d like to see you under better circumstances,” you said and you cringed at your stuffed-up voice. He laughed and you felt a little embarrassed at your offer. “Not many people would say that after a punch,” he began as he looked at you under the glow of the pub’s sign, “but I’d like that.” You exchanged details before he led you to your Uber, making sure you were safely on the way home.
soap - in a pub
"C’mon Y/N let’s just stay for another drink,” your friend begged. This was the third pub you had been to that night and were already feeling drunk from the countless number of beers and shots. Your friend from uni was in town and she thought you were 18 again. “Alright alright one more,” you agreed and flagged down the bartender for another round of beers and a shot. "My turn to pick," you smiled and your friend flipped you off. "Two pickleback shots please plus the beers," you asked and the bartender went off to make the concoction. "You are the devil," she said as he returned and you jokingly cheered her shot glass of whiskey. You winced as you washed down the brown liquor with a shot of pickle juice. Your friend was fully gagging after. “Jesus I don’t know how you do those,” your friend joked and she hurriedly chugged her beer. “Practice,” you winked and cheered her glass. You talked about some menial topic when you were interrupted by a group of men coming in. You could tell the minute they stepped in, they were army men on leave based on their broad figures that maneuvered through the crowded pub. What was more obvious was that this probably wasn’t their first stop. You smiled slightly as you saw them laugh loudly and clumsily walk up to the counter. They found four seats next to you and you rose your glass in a toast as they ordered.
“Sorry to interrupt, but what’s a good shot here?” one of the men tapped your shoulder. You turned from your friend and smiled at his politeness. “Pickleback,” you answered and in the corner of your eye, you could see your friend shaking her head in refusal. “Four pickleback shots,” the man called to the bartender and she nodded in response. “Thanks for the recommendation, name’s Johnny by the way,” he said and stuck out his hand. You shook it gingerly and replied with a “Welcome home soldier.” “How’d you know?” he asked as the bartender delivered their drinks. “I’m real familiar with your military types,” you joked, “enjoy the shot.” With that, he turned to his comrades and they took the shot of whiskey. Two out of the four men took it effortlessly but the other two, including the mohawked one, winced. “No no no you got to take the pickle juice after,” you laughed and you pushed the glass over to Johnny. He grabbed it, some whiskey still in his mouth, and tried to swallow it.
You laughed at his disgusted face but moments later you were coated with liquor and pickle juice. Now it was his friends’ turn to start laughing. “I-I am so sorry,” he stammered as he grabbed some napkins and tried to help sop up the mess. One of his friends returned with a pile of wet paper towels. “Sorry about him, we’ll cover your tab,” the man smiled as you dabbed your shirt. “It’s really okay that shot is definitely something else,” you joked as Johnny kept trying to help. You were heading home anyways and had had much worse spit up on you, so your spirits were uncharacteristically cheery. You were about to head out when Johnny stopped you gently. “I know this was an awful first impression, but can I take ya out to a proper drink?” he asked and you could tell he was bracing for rejection. “Sure,” you smiled as your friend stood waiting. You exchanged numbers and before you left, you made sure to leave him with a sarcastic comment. “As long as no more pickle shots,” you winked and you left him embarrassed as his mates laughed hysterically.
gaz - through a car accident
Kyle prided himself on being a good driver. Naturally, his job meant he had to be ready to steal a getaway vehicle or be able to shoot and drive at the same time. It was hard not to have the same mentality when he was on leave. He drove defensively but sometimes the traffic in London made him want to drive on the shoulder and bypass the long lanes of cars. “Let’s go!” he yelled as the stop-and-go traffic was ruining his day of groceries and errands. The constant honks started to give him a headache. As he slammed on the brakes again, he couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. You were in the same boat. You had just gotten out of your 9-5 and just wanted to relax at home with a book and a glass of wine. You turned up the volume on your stereo higher as the music drowned out the annoyed energy from the cars around you. You tapped your fingers on the wheel as the lights changed from red to green and the cars began to move at a snail's pace. You slowly built up speed and followed the car in front of you.
You were a little over the 48 km speed limit before the vehicle in front slammed on its brakes. You wish you had better reflexes as you rammed your car into their bumper. You held your face as the impact of the airbags left you dizzy and disoriented. You exited the car in your shaken state. Kyle was pissed at first at the driver who wasn't paying attention and the biker who entered the crosswalk. However, when he saw you holding your head, his anger turned into worry. “Are you alright?” a man called to you as you walked up to his car. “I’m so sorry,” you began to say as you looked at his dented bumper and your crushed front. “It’s my fault, some fucking biker entered the crosswalk,” he began to say as he held your chin to look at your injuries. You noticed your nose was bleeding slightly and he grabbed a tissue out of his pocket for you. “I already called the authorities, they’ll be here soon,” he replied and you both sat on the curb.
You exchanged contacts and insurance before the police finally arrived. It took a while as they had to maneuver through the afternoon traffic so it allowed you to chat with the other driver. You learned he was from the area and was actually on leave. “What a shitty way to spend it,” you joked as you watched the cars direct around the wrecked vehicles. “I’m sorry about your car,” he apologized as he started at the wreckage. “It’s alright, glad you didn’t kill that biker,” you replied and he laughed in response. You swear you wish all of your car accidents were like this. The other driver, Kyle, insisted on having them assess you for a concussion first before they went into any details. You laughed at his worry as you were more concerned about your damaged vehicle. By the time it was over, you sadly watched as your car was towed away. You stood on the sidewalk as you tried to figure out what to do next. “You find a ride?” Kyle asked as he prepared to enter his vehicle. “Yeah my friend was in the area so he’s on his way,” you smiled and he nodded. “I’ll be sure to reach out,” he replied before waving off and signaling back into the traffic.
Eventually, your friend showed up and immediately asked for all the details. You were sure to fill him in, throwing in that you were happy the other driver was as kind and as handsome as Kyle. Your friend laughed when you finished. “Don’t tell me you fancy the man who got you into an accident,” he said through a string of laughter. “Maybe I do,” you said as your fiddled with your phone, Kyle’s contact smiling back at you.
ghost - the grocery store
Ghost rarely went to the grocers. He could count the number of times he went on his two hands. Being part of the 141 meant constant last-minute deployments so he learned over the years to stock up on canned food and pasta. Spoiled milk was not a pleasant thing to return home to. As he pushed the trolley down the aisles, he grabbed some of his non-perishable favorites. You too were making your way down the aisle, grabbing some essentials for the week and mentally checking off items in your mind. You pulled your trolley over to the side as you scanned for some boxes of spaghetti. Unfortunately, the boxes in question were positioned on the highest shelf. You made a pitiful attempt to grab it until you realized it wasn’t possible without a ladder. You looked around the aisle until you found a tall man who could definitely get the job done.
You walked over as he was looking for his own boxes of penne. “Hi sorry to ask but can you-” you began to ask as he looked up. “Just tell me how many you want,” he replied and walked over down the aisle. “Observant,” you said under your breath and pointed out the ones you wanted. He grabbed them with ease and handed them to you. “Thanks again,” you smiled before holding the two boxes in hand and looking at some quinoa for a new recipe you wanted to try. As Simon pushed the trolley past another aisle, he couldn’t deny he was glad you asked him to help. He had been slightly distracted by your valiant attempt and may have spent a few extra minutes in the aisle to see if you needed help.
However, he returned to his routine and another aisle. He was scanning for a can of soup when he saw a familiar face walk away with his trolley. "Hey that's mine," he replied in a voice louder than he had intended, you turned around and jumped a little. "No it's mine," you began to say but before you could finish, he joined in front of you. 'I'm certain this is mine, I pushed it from the other aisle," he corrected and you rolled your eyes. "Well look at what's inside and tell me if you still think that way," you said and gestured to the items. Simon could feel his ears get red as he saw bottles of sweet wine and the brand of pasta he had gotten for you. You stood there arms crossed as he came to the realization. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath and looked back at you. "I think you might have grabbed it before, I have your trolley over here," you replied and motioned over to his. "I'm sorry," he said quickly and you swear that's the fastest you've ever seen anyone walk away.
Simon hurriedly finished up his groceries and realized he probably was forgetting some items. He didn't care as he shoved items onto the conveyer belt. His ears were still flush from the embarrassing altercation. As he was adding more items, another customer came into the queue behind him. “Sorry about the mix-up,” you said and he turned to look at you. You were awkwardly adding your items as he stared for a minute. “Um, it was my mistake, don’t worry about it,” he replied and you swear he looked embarrassed. You took a moment to reply before an old woman behind you spoke up. “Are you going to get his number or am I going to have to find another register?” she joked and you turned back to the man blushing. “I’m Y/N,” you began, “and I guess this is me asking for your number.” You laughed nervously as your face heated up and the grocers suddenly felt warmer than before. “Simon,” he answered quietly, “and sure.” You grabbed your phone out of your purse and traded contacts. As you walked out with your bags, you saw Simon load his car and give you a small wave. You wondered if he would like to join you for dinner sometime this week.
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Revelation - Pt. 2
Pt. 1
Warnings: Depiction/Talking of Anxiety & Depression
Word Count: 1.7k
By the next night, Melissa has had an entire existential crisis. She practically bullied poor Jacob from the living room without meaning to. Seeing him, though, had only reminded her of the previous night's realization and made her decidedly not want to spend time with him. Lest he find something else to say to tip her world upside down all over again.
She's already dreading Monday and being in the same room as you. Except…that's really not true. She's always happy to see you. She just isn't sure what to make of this shift of her understanding of her own feelings. She hardly wants to risk losing you in her life. You have a wonderful relationship. You're her closest friend. She doesn't see Barbara outside of work half as much as she does you.
If she sees you Monday and can't pretend things are as usual, you'll know. You've always been able to read her better than most. Even in the early days of getting to know each other. Now that she's spent the last day or so thinking over practically every moment spent with you since you met she realizes that's part of how you got so close. You were always ready to see beneath the surface of her reactions and responses.
You never let her standoff nature deter you or intimidate you before she accepted you would be around Abbott for a long time as opposed to the others that went in and out. You didn't like all the same things but the things you did you enthusiastically shared with her. The things you didn't, you still appreciated that she liked and would entertain or participate in those things with her. Just because she liked them.
Melissa slumps at the head of her bed with a groan. “Schemmenti, you are so fucked.” She mumbles into her pillow. Not the first time since yesterday she's thought it but it is the first time she's said it out loud.
She's worried about seeing you again, nervous. Still, she knows at the end of every day she'd choose to spend time with you anyway. So, her only choice is to just…see what happens. Melissa Schemmenti hates just seeing what happens. She hates surprises.
Her groan sounds again when her phone rings from somewhere next to her. It's already too late on a Saturday night to be getting called. Double too late when she's been working herself up with thoughts of feelings all day.
She lifts her head enough for one glaring eye to see her screen. The sight of a photo of the two of you you'd insisted on taking, and setting as your contact photo in her phone, lighting up her screen makes her sit up. It's definitely too late for you to call her.
Quickly, she's swiping the accept call button with her thumb. “Hon?”
She hears the sniffle after your quiet ‘hey’ in greeting. She doesn't bother asking if you're alright. She already knows the answer. “Do you need me to come over?”
“It's late…”
“That's not what I asked. Yes or no, Hon?”
She's about to pull the phone away from her ear to make sure she didn't accidentally hang up when you finally answer. “Yes, please.”
“I'll be there in ten, I'll use your spare to get in. Just hang tight for me.” She answers as she pushes away from her bed. She lets you be the one to end the call as she pulls on a hoodie and grabs her car keys. She doesn't bother telling Jacob she's leaving.
With the hour, she makes it to your apartment in eight. She plucks the spare key from its potted plant hiding place and lets herself in. She locks the door behind her, setting the key and her purse to the side table nearby.
She frowns slightly as she glances at the living room and kitchen as she pass through the short hallway to your bedroom.
What feels like forever ago, she had told you about Joe. The aftermath of her marriage and how it made her feel. You'd both been drinking that night but neither of you were drunk. She'd been just tipsy enough to feel comfortable sharing, at least with you. In return, you'd shared your own struggles with depression and anxiety.
Your apartment is not dirty. It's perhaps the normal level of weekend disarray. There are only a few dishes at the side of the kitchen sink. That she would guess is from breakfast. The blankets on your couch aren't folded.
It isn't really messy but Melissa knows these small things aren't like you. You tend to be on top of even these little things since you learned the mess of things can increase your anxiety about your depression worsening. It's small, but she notices.
“Hey,” she greets softly when she steps into your bedroom. She catches your answer, muffled by your blanket held to the lower half of your face.
Melissa sits on the edge of your bed, her legs swinging up to sit properly next to you. As if she has a hundred times before. “C’mon,” She coaxes softly, her hands waving you to her.
After a moment, you shuffle closer to her. Instantly, her arms are around you, holding you to her. You adjust to share your blanket with her.
She scoffs when you attempt to quietly apologize. “Don't give me no apology, Sweetheart. I don't need one. You called, I answered, huh? That's all there is to it. You'd have done the same for me.”
She nods at your soft agreement. You would have. Without question.
“You wanna talk about it?” She asks, in a whisper that sounds more like she's shared a secret.
“I don't know what happened.” You sigh, glad for the way she squeezes her arms around you in reassurance. It lets you feel like you can keep speaking. “Game night at yours was fun and I told myself when I left I'd get home and finish grading those quizzes from Thursday so I wouldn't have to worry about them all weekend. The next thing I knew I'd just been sitting around and scrolling on my phone until late. I figured I'd get up and do them this morning but…”
“Hard day to get outta bed?”
“Something like that. I just kept thinking of everything else I needed to do too and then what if come Monday I still can't even get myself to get up and then the kids will—”
“Shh,” Melissa cuts you off gently. A hand rubbing against your arm to soothe at the same time. “It's okay. You aren't gonna leave the kids like that. I know you. And it's okay to take a day or two off once in a while anyhow. But instead of worryin’ ‘bout Monday, let's worry about right now, alright? Right now, you're gonna stay right here with me and relax. Take a deep breath with me, Hon?”
You do. Following the pattern of Melissa's own breathing that is slow and purposeful. You let yourself slowly start relaxing at her side.
“Good.” She praises quietly when you keep your breath in time with hers. Even after the one requested deep breath. “We’re gonna stay here, and if ya need to talk it out more then I'm here to talk it out with or just listen. Or I can talk ya little ear off until you fall asleep. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow.”
“I have no idea how your kids stay awake during story time.” You tease her gently, smiling into her shoulder.
“Why’d you think I only read to ‘em when they're real good?” She answers easily. You can hear the smile in her own voice.
“Thank you. For being here.”
Again, Melissa scoffs. “I don't need thanks any more than apologies, sweetheart. I've got you.”
You resolve, as you fight your eyes closing to sleep, that you'll be there whenever Melissa calls you too. No matter the hour. It's only whisper to tell you to not be ridiculous and sleep that has you actually giving in to rest.
When you wake the next morning, Melissa isn't next to you. The distant sound of rustling from your living room tells you she didn't go far though. You bring yourself to rise from your bed, vaguely noticing your full laundry hamper is gone from the corner of the room.
You dont think too hard on it though. You're not fully awake and it wouldn't surprise you if you moved it and forgot. Yet as you continue out to the living room, you do begin to question.
The dishes are washed and on the drying rack on your counter. The fruit bowl you keep for the mornings you don't plan well enough for breakfast so you have something quick is in its usual spot. Though the counter has been cleaned around it and a few of the pieces of fruit you noticed turning are gone.
You turn to see Melissa curled up on your couch. Nestled comfortably in the corner of one of the arm rests. The blankets are folded and laid across the back of the couch. The quizzes you meant to grade this weekend are in a pile next to her.
“Mornin’ Hon.” She greets without looking away from the paper she's marking. She finishes grading that particular students quiz, setting it to your coffee table. The stack on the table, the stack you realize is the ones she's graded, is much larger than the few left next to her on the couch.
“Mel, you didn't have to do all this.”
The hand holding one of your red pens waves your statement away. “It was nothin’. I woke up a little early and couldn't get back to sleep. I figured I could take a little off your mind. So I did.”
You pluck one of your other red pens from the coffee table, claiming the last few quizzes as you sit next to her. “Alright but I'm helping you finish, at least. Then we're going to breakfast.”
“You're gonna bribe me with pancakes to walk around the farmers market at this ungodly hour.” Melissa says. It isn't a question. She already knows it's exactly what's going to happen.
“Yes.” You admit with no sign of regret before you set about finishing the last few quizzes.
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Take Me To Church
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader
W/C: around 3.7k ?? (i’m too lazy to check)
Warnings: SMUT!! (literal porn with a tiny bit of plot if you squint), oral sex (f receiving), loss of virginity, some weird religious stuff (this is actual filth).
(IT HAS BEEN A WHILE!!! promised this a few days ago and it’s not brilliant BUT i’m getting back into this because i love love love writing tommy. pls keep in mind that this is literally pure FILTH and nothing more, i am but a simple being. love u stick around for more tommy sooooon!!!)
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The Garrison was busier than usual, you supposed because it was a fine Saturday, but it seemed that every man in Small Heath was swaying drunk before you. You didn't mind the busy shifts, in fact, you almost enjoyed them. The men got drunk much quicker on Saturdays, meaning most of their money had made it's way into your pocket as tips by the time five o'clock rolled around.
You'd taken the time during a quiet spell to open the small coin purse that you carried with you and dump its contents onto the counter. Three pounds already, your entire monthly rent paid for in just under 4 hours of work. You smiled to yourself, knowing you'd only be given more as the night went on.
"Y/N." You heard a familiar voice from behind you and felt your stomach flip itself over. He was either going to berate you for counting your tips on shift, or you'd put something through the books wrong, he sounded even sterner than usual.
"Mr Shelby." You turned around, a smile on your face. You enjoyed his presence, you couldn't lie, something about the way he intimidated you excited you at the same time. "Can I help you?"
"Don't call me that." He sounded angry with you, frustrated, even, something that he never was. His brothers joked that he had a sweet spot for you, the pretty barmaid from the Garrison, the book keeper for their business. You hoped they were right.
"Whisky?" You asked, holding up a crystal glass and cocking your head to the side. You were sure he wasn't just here for a drink, but, then again, you weren't at all sure what else he needed.
He shook his head no. "Come with me."
You felt yourself almost shrink away from him, now feeling more intimidated than anything else. "Where? I'm working Thomas."
"Your work can wait for me." He turned to walk away, expecting you to follow, but he knew that you weren't as easy as that. You were going to give him a hard time of this.
You stayed put, scraping your tips from the counter and into your coin purse. "And are you going to pay me for my time? These men are paying good tips, Tommy-"
"I don't bloody care." He turned around, you'd definitely struck a nerve of some kind. His next steps towards you had you gulping in what could've been fear, or excitement. "I don't care what these men are giving you, Y/N. You come with me, when I ask."
"Yes, sir." You smirked. Thomas bit down on the inside of his cheek. You knew exactly what you were doing, he was convinced.
He shook his head, pulled his cap back on, and walked away, with you in tow. When you got outside, he waited for you, passing you a cigarette and even lighting it for you when you placed it between your lips.
You walked side by side, in silence, through the alleys of Small Heath, smoking together. Everyone who you passed either acknowledged Tommy in a passive way - "Evening Mr Shelby." - or turned their heads away and moved swiftly out of his line of sight.
Tommy led you through the gate to the Chapel, and your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he was doing. "The Chapel?" You asked, passively. Tommy simply grunted in response, holding the door open for you.
You crossed yourself as you entered, something you'd been taught to do as a child and that had become a force of habit over the years. Thomas smiled to himself as he watched you.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You turned to him as you reached the pews, arms crossed over your chest in that cocky way that he so hated but loved at the same time.
"Sit down." He paid no mind to your playful manner and gestured to one of the rows. You did as he said, but apprehensively, watching him all the while.
"Have I done something wrong, Tommy?" You asked as he sat down next to you. You could feel your heart pounding, and your regular playful nature with Tommy seemed to be gone, replaced by pure nerves.
His face seemed to soften slightly upon hearing you sounding nervous. He wasn't used to this side of you, your usual temperament being smug and sarcastic. "No. No, you've done nothing wrong."
The Chapel went silent for a moment, and you simply stared up at the large, stained glass window before you. You'd practically grown up here. Every morning before school, your mother had taken you and your siblings to morning prayer, and every Sunday you'd attend the services, entire family dressed in Sunday best dresses and suits. You'd stopped coming at sixteen, when your siblings had all moved away from home and it felt more depressing than anything to do the things you used to do together as children.
Religion was a taboo subject for you, having grown up Catholic and realised as a young teenager that you didn't agree with the teachings of the Church, and so the old Chapel both held a place in your heart and a feeling of resentment in your bones.
"Then what is this about?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, the silence becoming too much to bare. "Why am I here?"
"Well, you grew up a good Catholic girl, didn't you?" Tommy was smirking, an odd sort of smirk. You found yourself looking puzzled, but nodding your head anyway. "Then you'll know that a Chapel is where people come to confess."
"And what would I have to confess?" You thought that maybe he was accusing you of something, and you found yourself scrambling to think of anything you'd put through the books wrong. You figured it could very easily have looked like you were stealing from him, had you not accounted for money lost or spent, and your heart started pounding again.
"It's more what I have to confess." Tommy shifted slightly in his seat. If you didn't know him well, you'd assume he was acting rather calm for apparently being in the middle of a confession that required a visit to a Chapel, but the way he was wringing his fingers, the way he was shuffling around in his seat, you got the sense that Thomas Shelby could even have been anxious.
"Oh." The word almost fell from your mouth, quiet, but loud enough to have been heard in a silent Chapel.
"You remember when I hired you as bookkeeper of the company, yes?" It was a rhetorical question and you knew that, so you didn't speak, or nod, you just hung on his every word, intrigued, excited, "I wasn't completely honest with you about the reasoning behind that. I told you we needed a bookkeeper, but I lied. Arthur had been doing it for years before I asked you to help us out, and his adding up isn't great but he got the job done."
"So why did you hire me then, Mr Shelby?"
"I told you not to call me that. Does something to me.” He said it so nonchalantly, but with a hint of something that sent a chill down your spine. You found talking with him electrifying. "I hired you because I'm selfish, really."
"I don't think I'm following." You were playing dumb, now, not entirely sure on what he meant but having much more of an idea than you were letting on. You supposed some part of you thought deep down that there was no way that what you were imagining he meant could've been true.
"You haven't noticed, have you?" Tommy watched you intently, the look from earlier still plastered across your face, confused, naive, "The entire male population of Small Heath practically worship the ground you walk on. And I've never blamed them, really, figure a woman like you should be worshipped, but I'm a jealous man. Having you work for me meant I'd always have you, and other men would leave you alone."
"Why wouldn't you just ask me to be yours?" Your heart had resumed it's pounding, the sound of blood rushing in your ears, you were sure Thomas could hear it, too.
"I said I was a jealous man, not a simple one." You were suddenly feeling the burn of Tommy's eyes on you, the intensity of his stare, right into your face, as though he was trying to see into your mind.
"You could have any woman you wanted, Thomas Shelby, if only you'd ask." You were smiling now, a small smile, and so was Tommy, something that you'd come to notice, he seemed to only do around you.
"But I don't want just any woman, do I, love?" Tommy was impossibly close, now, face just inches from your own, breath hot against your cheeks. His hand wandered from his lap to your thigh, and your breath hitched when the rough pads of his fingertips found the exposed skin not covered by your skirt.
"So, you want me, Mr Shelby?" A subtly sultry whisper, evoking a wanting sigh from Thomas' lips. He let his eyes flutter closed for a second as you watched, his dark eyelashes settling on flushed cheeks, so, so close to you. You thought you might've been the luckiest woman in Small Heath at that moment.
Without another word, without warning, Tommy's lips came crashing onto yours. Rough, open mouthed, your hands roaming the back of his neck, his inching their way past the threshold of your skirt.
You'd heard the rumours around town, from women who'd been with your boss intimately. You couldn't lie and say you hadn't thought about it, God, you thought about it, and your expectations of Thomas were high.
"What do you want, love? Tell me what you want me to do." He was looking you dead in the face, and you could feel your cheeks burning red.
You looked around apprehensively, at the empty Chapel, the very public Chapel, and then back to Thomas, "Shouldn't we go home? Do this some place private?"
"Do you want me or not?" He was blunt about it, but your answer came quickly, with barely a thought behind it.
"I want you, Tom."
"Then we'll do this where I say we do this, pretty girl." He kissed you again, "Now, tell me, what do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"We'll get there, sweetheart. I'm a bit of a gentleman in bed, though. Not gonna rush this." His hand wandered, until he was touching you over your underwear. You mewled at the feeling, "Do you want me to touch you there, eh? Is that where you want me?"
"Fuck, Thomas, yes." The sound of your moans echoing through a Chapel was something you'd never have expected to hear.
"Good girl." Tommy's hand traveled further up, into your underwear, long fingers making you bite down on your lip to suppress a whine. "So wet, all hot and bothered for me. And in a Church, God, what would ‘Our Father’ think if he could see us now?"
He was grinning, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you wiggled your hips closer to him, wanting him to do something, anything, to stop teasing you and just give you what he knew you wanted. "Please, Tommy."
You found your hands reaching for his crotch, but he swatted you away, "I want this to be about you, not me."
Tommy’s eyes met yours, one of his hands holding the back of your neck, keeping you looking directly at him. “Tell me, love, have you done this before?"
"Fucked in a Chapel?" Your sarcasm had Thomas in a chokehold, you knew he loved it.
"You know what I mean."
"And you want honesty from me?" You swallowed hard when he nodded, “No. I haven't."
"And you're sure you want to?" You nodded your head yes, well aware of what you wanted from Thomas Shelby since the moment you met him. “Use your words, sweetheart."
"Yes. I'm sure. Thought about it, Tom."
"Thought about me, have you?" The grin on his face had your head swimming. He knew what he was doing, too. “Mm, tell me what you've been thinking about, darling."
"I've heard you give women you sleep with quite a time. Lizzie told me down at the wash house that you were...good with your mouth." You couldn’t meet his eyes after saying that, making an effort to look anywhere else, his tie pin, his shoulder, but he placed a single finger under your chin, lifting it just enough that you couldn’t fight from looking at him anymore.
The corners of Thomas' lips turned up, "You want me to prove it to you?"
"Yes. Please."
He nodded, and gave you a gentle push backwards, encouraging you to lay down. You obeyed, and he sent one last look at you, eyes piercing, a silent question of "are you sure?". You nodded, knowing somehow that, even although he could be cold, he'd take care of you.
And then his head was under your skirt, and your underwear had been practically ripped from your body. His hands guided your thighs to rest on his shoulders, and then moved to grip your hips tightly, thumbs rubbing small, soothing circles into your skin.
As soon as he started his assault, you were gasping and whining without a care. Lizzie tended to lie, exaggerate the time she had in bed with men in town, but, God, was she right about Thomas Shelby.
"Tom, that feels so good." You let your head fall back against the wooden pews, focusing on how his tongue felt as it pressed against you, gentle strokes over your clit, and then diving between your folds. Your hands reached for the back of his head, holding him in place. He smiled against you, he knew you were reaching your high already.
"You're close already, sweetheart. That good?" He kept going, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second. You felt completely comfortable with Tommy, something you'd never had with anyone else, the reason you were only now letting a man take your innocence.
"I've never done this before." You breathed out, not even entirely sure what you meant but assuming that Tommy got the message. He hummed against you, earning a whine from the back of your throat. "Tommy, I think I'm about to-"
"I know you are, darling. Come on then, let me hear you." One of his hands reached further under your dress, under your bra, and you felt his fingers tweaking your nipple. You came totally undone, then, the warmth in your belly too much to handle.
Your orgasm came over you with a scream, had you biting down on your hand to quiet yourself down. Tommy was grinning now, listening to you was like heaven to him, knowing that he'd made you feel so good that you were screaming for him.
“God, could listen to you moan forever, love.”
When you were done, Tommy lifted his head from under your skirt, lips and chin glistening with your wetness, "You liked that, didn't you pretty girl?" He used the side of his hand to move the hair that had fallen into your face to the side.
You nodded, not quite meeting his eye, almost embarrassed by how obviously you'd enjoyed yourself. "I'm not done." He added, matter-of-factly, "You said you wanted me to fuck you."
You nodded again, "I do."
"You're certain?" He was serious, something that he was all the time with everyone else, but never so much with you.
"I'm certain, Tommy." And you were, so, so certain.
He nodded to himself, looking down, hand rubbing the back of his neck almost apprehensively, "I've never taken someone's virginity before."
You giggled, a surprised, giddy laugh, “I don't believe that for a second, Mr Shelby."
"I'm serious." You could tell he was. You didn’t understand how that could’ve been the case, you were almost certain that any young woman in a fifty mile radius would beg Thomas Shelby to take their innocence from them, “I'll be gentle with you, alright? You tell me to stop and I'll stop."
You'd never expected Tommy to be such a gentleman in bed, as he'd told you earlier, but you believed every word he said, comforted by his hand on your cheek and the way his eyes were trained on yours. "Okay. I trust you, Tom.”
"Okay." He was kissing you again quickly, again, laying you down, hovering over you this time. He didn't wait long before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.
You reached out, lips still attached to his, to palm him through his underwear. You almost gasped out loud when you felt him, so hard for you. You heard a groan rise from the back of Thomas's throat as you touched him, his kisses becoming even more hungry for you.
You reached into his boxers, pulling out his hard cock, and pumped him in your hand a few times. He pulled away from you enough to let out a few small moans, and then took himself in his own hand. "You're sure, yes?"
You nodded, "I'm sure."
Tommy placed his arm by your head, resting on it as he lined himself up. He gave you one last look of approval, and found nothing in your eyes that made him think you weren't being truthful, and then he guided himself to your entrance, pressing in slowly. He closed his eyes as he felt you, he was convinced that this was what being in heaven felt like. How long he'd wanted you, how long he'd had to watch other men pine over you, and you were finally here, moaning for him, letting him take your virginity.
"Jesus, fuck." He mumbled to himself as he bottomed out, forehead pressed against yours, chest to chest, watching you pant and whine beneath him. "You alright, darling? Can I move?"
"Yes. God, Tommy, please move." You clawed at his back, and he pulled his suit jacket off, leaving him in nothing but his shirt and unbuttoned trousers, and his bicep cuff.
His thrusts were gentle at first, asking you every now and again if you were okay, but his pace soon picked up when he realised how much you were enjoying this. He was pounding into you in no time, having your screams and moans echo through the Chapel, mixing with his own. He figured that no amount of prayer that could go on the next morning would compare to the holiness of the sound of your pleasure.
He could feel you clenching around him, hot and wet and so tight, and he felt himself nearing the edge knowing that you were close too. "Tommy. My God, I'm going to come again."
"Come for me, love, I'm right there, too." He picked his pace up even more, wanting to drag this out for you, make you feel the best you'd ever felt. "Wanna hear those pretty sounds, darling, come on."
His words and the way his face was screwed up in pleasure was enough for you. Your walls clenched around him, and you moaned his name loud enough for the entirety of the town to hear you, and he couldn't hold on any longer either.
He released inside of you, a hot rush that somehow had you feeling even better than before, his forehead rested on your collarbone.
You stayed there, laid like that, him still inside of you and breathing heavily against your skin, for a few minutes, just enjoying how eachother's bodies felt, now. Tommy eventually sat up, and took your hand to help you do the same, zipped and buttoned his trousers, and picked his jacket up from the floor.
"Is that why you brought me here?" You asked quietly, small smirk decorating your lips.
"Yes." He was very matter of fact when he said it, shrugging his jacket on and not even looking at you.
"You brought me to a Chapel, knowing you were going to fuck me."
"Thought it'd be a nice bit of scenery." He raised his eyebrows at you, and you snorted at him.
"You're an ass." You noticed a small, genuine smile make it’s way onto Thomas’s lips. You wondered how on earth he felt the same way about you as you did him.
He turned to you, and quickly placed another kiss on your lips. Not a sexual one, or a hungry one, he didn’t want anything more, it was just a kiss. “Good enough for your first time?"
"Certainly lived up to Lizzie's talk about you." You joked. "Of course it was, Tom. Thank you, for being so gentle, too."
“That’s alright, love. Told you I’m a gentleman in bed, didn’t I?” He stood from his seat, held out his hand to you, and helped you up onto shaky legs, “Come on, I’ll take you back to my place, you can get cleaned up.”
You walked down the aisle of the Chapel, back to the door, and Tommy pulled out his box of cigarettes, lighting one for each of you as you walked across the Chapel Yard.
“You know, I really wanted those tips at work.”
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Could you write yandere sapnap and he plots and knows the reader will be at this party and kidnaps her and takes her home and could you add some nsfw in there somehow
Party ( Sapnap ) ( MCYT )
( Pairing ) : Yandere!Sapnap x Fem!Reader
( Summary ) : Sapnap knows where you're going tonight, and he intends to take you all for himself. Once you're his, escape seems useless.
( Genre / Warnings ) : Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviours, alcohol and drugs, attempted rape (very small mentions), reader gives in really fast
( Notes ) : This one is really messed up, so please read at your own discretion. I'm happy to be writing again and hopefully I can get more imagines out. Enjoy <3
Sapnap is very observant, believe it or not. He can tell people's emotions and what they're thinking very easily. Though, being how young he is, he tends to not use this skill wisely. But when it comes to you; he's practically a genius. He knows every small detail about you. He's studied you, gotten Clay to hack into your Instagram account, even gone as far as to watch you from your window.
But Sapnap's delusional mind didn't see that as creepy or even wrong; you belonged to him, so he could do whatever he wanted.
Sapnap had heard of that college party you were going to. He had seen messages between you and your friends about it. Clay always told him that he couldn't let opportunity's pass him by, and this was a perfect example of that.
He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want your ridiculous friends and pestering family near you anymore. You didn't need anyone else but him.
It was 10 pm on a Saturday, the sky was clear and the temperature was high. It was the perfect night for a party, and for his plan to go into action.
The house was full of people, so Sapnap could fit right in with everyone. His eyes scanned the groups of intoxicated young adults, but he couldn't find you. Most men his age would find all the women at the party perfect for a hookup, their tight dresses, well painted faces, and high stiletto heels. But Sapnap barely spared a glance at them, even when one of them came up to him.
"Hey there~" Sapnap heard a female voice beside him, as well as a hand on his forearm. "I heard there were some empty rooms upstairs, if you're interested."
Sapnap rolled his eyes at the woman, who practically radiated the scent of alcohol and weed. "Get the hell off of me." He muttered, pushing the girl away. He had no interest in girls that weren't you.
The girl scoffed and walked away, probably off to seduce another guy. Sapnap walked further into the house, until he reached the rather large living room. His eyes scanned the room once more and finally landed on a group of around three people; one of them was you. His mouth practically watered at your outfit.
You wore a tight red dress with spaghetti straps, thin black tights that covered your gorgeous legs, and a pair of black heels. Your hair was done beautifully, more beautifully than usual; if that was even possible. Your makeup skills definitely paid off, because damn, you were painted for the Gods.
Sapnap noticed the red solo cup filled with alcohol and smiled; you being drunk would make this so much easier. The man approached you as calmly as he could, though his heart was pounding at a million miles a minute.
"Mind if I steal her away?" He asked your friend, who was also very drunk. "I'll take care of her."
Your friend giggled and lightly pushed you towards him. "Told you you were getting some tonight, girl!" She said, "Don't wreck her too much."
You looked slightly confused at what was happening, but in your intoxicated state, there wasn't much you could do about it. You stood up and Sapnap immediately grabbed your hand, walking you away from your friends.
"The rooms are the other way..." You mumbled as Sapnap dragged you away, dropping your cup in the process.
"We're gonna go to my house, okay?" Sapnap said, opening the front door and pulling you out of the house.
"Mmmm, don't wanna..." You moaned, though your body was too tired to fight. You tried to pull your body away from the man, but Sapnap tightened his grip on you.
He opened up his car door and helped you inside, before going over to his own side and getting inside. He started up the car and was about to drive away, when you stopped him.
Though you were drunk, there were alarms going through your head that this was a bad idea. They bounced throughout your mind and made your headache worse. "On second thought, I think I wanna go back inside..."
Your hand reached for the door handle, but Sapnap quickly locked it. Your head snapped towards him, fear evident in your eyes. "You aren't leaving me, Y/N."
Your heart stopped. "How do you know my name?"
Sapnap began to laugh, a horrible, sickening laugh. "God, I can't believe I got away with it." He said, "I've been watching you for months, just waiting for this moment."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you desperately tried to open the door, but it was no use. Sapnap's hand leaned over to rest on your thigh, slowly rising up further. You knew what was about to happen, so you tried with all your might to push his hand off of you. This only made him stronger.
Broken sobs left your lips. You didn't want this to happen here, you didn't want it at all. Especially not in a car. You sobbed and suddenly shouted, "WAIT!"
Sapnap seemed to be shocked and his hand froze, just barely ghosting your sensitive area. You shook in fear, but you tried your best to be calm. "Let's not do this here... Um, you- you can take me home and do it there..."
Hearing the word "home" leave your lips made Sapnap beyond happy. You already considered it home? Just for extra measure, you latched onto his arm and rested your head on it, trying to keep the tears inside.
"We can do that, baby. Whatever you want." Sapnap said, suddenly sounding a lot calmer. He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips, before backing out of the house's driveway.
You kept your head on his arm, closing your eyes and imagining you were anywhere other than here. Maybe your friends would notice you hadn't come home and remember the man's face, then the police would find you and you'd be safe.
"You're gonna love Texas, honey." Sapnap said dreamily, "You can meet my Mom eventually too, if you want."
Your eyes widened. Texas?! You had assumed he lived here, since he had been watching you for so long. But Texas was far away... was there any chance at all that they'd find him?
Tears began to leave your eyes as you realized you probably weren't escaping from him, and if you did, you might not make it out alive. He was stronger than you were, smarter than you were; you hadn't even made it to Texas yet and you had given up on escape.
Maybe it was for the best.
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SILLY ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU — M.M19
summary. you know what they say, friends with benefits just work until someone falls in love, and unfortunately it already happened.
pairing. mason mount x fwb!fem!reader
w.count. 1.2k+
warning. angst, sad ending, some curse words, making out ? idk
a/n. i hate this, is short, but i might write a part 2 someday. not inspired in halley's comet by billie but i like the aesthetic idc
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your relationship with mason was kinda... awkward. you guys definitely weren't dating however it was not a one-time thing too, it was more like friends with benefits.
you met on your best friend's birthday, lauren, which turns out to be girlfriend of mason's best friend's, declan.
you relationship started friendly, some drinks with your common friends, birthday parties, until that day you met at a nightclub.
both of you so drunk it made you lose part of your memory, just coming back the next morning when you woke up totally naked in mason's bed.
and that was when your little thing started. whenever one of you needed sex, was just one call away, you both shagged.
the sex was just sex. no kisses. no hugs. no 'i love you's or 'your the best'. it was just like two strangers having sex and never seeing eachother anymore. the only difference was that beside the shagging, in other moments you guys seen eachother and act like normal friends.
and it's just like they say. friends with benefits just work until someone falls in love. and unfortunately it already happened.
god and you hated yourself so much right now.
being jealous was never something you used to feel, and being jealous of someone you weren't even dating was passing through the limits.
though it was painful to see mason talking with another girl in the club you and somefriends were hanging out.
the chatting between them was nothing but a friend talk but still, she was way more prettier and nice and...
you shook your head and close your eyes while drinking the last sip of the glass of whiskey you were holding. you shouldn't be thinking about this, you couldn't, even in pain you couldn't have this type of feeling with someone that's was never yours.
the alcohol was already going to your brain, which means it was home time.
saying goodbye to your friends you called a taxi on your phone and went straight outside. it was like 2AM or something, you were alone, drunk and kinda sad. perhaps you should stayed at home instead of going to the club.
outside was cold, dark and empty, except for the drunk people throwing up on the curb.
waiting for the cab and shivering from the cold wind, you felt a hand touching your shoulder, and instantly you turn your head back to find a really drunk mason with a lazy smirk resting on his face.
"heyy y/nnn! i didn't saw you inside! where you were, huh?" he spoke while he was trying to pull you towards him holding your waist. "you know, i called you last week but you never answered..." he pouted, then rested his forehead on your shoulder. you could smell the alcohol coming from this breath.
"i-... i was really tired that day, things weren't fine at work so, i slept earlier, sorry..." you lied. the things were good at work, although you were avoiding him, trying to figure out what was happening inside your mind, inside your heart.
with his voice muffled by your skin he whispered:
"i missed you, love"
and then you freeze.
he'd never had given you a pet name or something. and he called you 'love'. that feeling that was cutting you up inside was what he had decided to call you.
suddenly you thought you couldn't breathe. quickly breaking free of his grip and taking two steps back.
"are you okay?" he asked with a worried tone, oblivious to the weight of what he had just said.
"i'm..." you tried to say, but luckily your cab had arrived. you just ran and opened the door to get in, resting your head on the backrest and rubbing your eyes. you just had to clean your mind.
then two weeks passed, it was a saturday night and you were cuddled with your blankets and cushions when your phone started vibrating. reaching your hand to pick up the phone on the coffee table you saw the name you least wanted to see on that screen. mason was calling you.
you couldn't answer it, you wanted to but you shouldn't, so you just waited, hoping he'd just give up. but then it went to the voicemail:
"uhmm... hey y/nn. i know you don't... i feel you don't wanna talk to me, i don't know what i did but i'm sure you have your motives but..." he paused. you could hear his footsteps, going back and forth. "today's match went suck, i don't know if you watched it, probably not, though i... i miss you and, if you want to or... could you please come here? i'm in my flat... " he sighed and the voicemail ended.
that's how you ended up in his apartment door. sighing before knocking three times, instantly meeting mason's glossy and tired eyes. he was shirtless with only sweatpants and messy hair.
"hi." he said, moving away from the door for you to enter. you responded with a small 'hey' and entered the apartment.
"i'm sorry for the match today, i didn't watch it but by the way you said i could tell it was bad..." you confessed, shyly looking at your feet when he held the sides of your face and out of the blue kissed you.
it was a soft and sweet kiss but also needed. you both missed that so much, felling eachothers skin touching and kissing until you can't breathe anymore.
suddenly the kiss got deeper and hotter and both of you started to take of your clothes, what resulted in you two making out with in his lap, just in underwear and mason kissing all over your neck.
however, he reached your bra strap and sucked a small purple stain behind your ear. "i love you"
you freeze.
you could not be doing this, you brain was telling you to stop, that it would've been just like the other times, you both shagged then you go back to home and drown yourself in the shower, regretting what you have done. but your heart, your heart was telling you that he meant that, that he really loves you just like you love him.
still, this time you choose your brain, being hurt one more time because of that supid 'follow your heart' concept it wouldn't happen.
you stand up from his lap and started to reach out for you clothes, tears covering your cheeks while you looked down trying to hide them.
"i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean that i-" mason spoke, confused, getting up from the couch and trying to reach for your hand but you pulled away. when you where completely clothed you looked at him.
"that's the problem mason... you don't mean it" you sobbed as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your sweater. "and the other problem is that, i do love you, and i mean it, i fucking hate myself for this but i mean it. i really, really, fancy you, but it's not reciprocate and that's oka-"
"that's not true, i.." he interrupts you reaching for holding your left cheek and wiping your tears with his thumb, however you hold his forearm and pushed it away.
"so tell me that you actually meant it..." you softly whispered while looking into his eyes. "tell me that you love me just like i love you".
silence.
"i...." he paused and sighed. "i can't"
hearing that, you stepped back towards the door and then a sad smile appears on your face.
"me too mase..." you added while tooking the door handle. "this" you spoke pointing to you and him with tearing eyes. "i can't"
then you leave. no goodbyes or call you later. this time you actually gone.
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okay, so with the boy™️, i saw him friday but we didn't talk much, but i saw him in class today. he asked me to send him something from friday so i texted it to him and he gave it a thumbs up and said 'thank you' as if he wasn't sitting right next to me, so when i got the text notification i looked over at him and he was just giving me one of these 😁 and then we started laughing. and then like the academic weapons we are, instead of paying attention to lecture, he was watching a video and i was watching my boss edit a document and texting her about it
with my other guys, friday i had seen someone i worked with last year who didn't come back this year so he gave me a high five (it's his thing) and we caught up a little bit then i saw him saturday night while i was drunk and out at the bars. i was just walking to a different bar and passed him and a couple of the others so i stopped and said hey and he gave me a hug like he didn't see me the night before 🥺
the other really great interaction i had with one of the other guys was friday night right before i was leaving work. he had asked two of my coworkers a question and they pointed him to me, so he came over and told me i killed our content for that night and i'm lowkey still riding that high bc he's definitely one of my favorite guys i work with (don't tell the boy™️)
i just really love all my guys they're so sweet <3
you had an eventful weekend!!’
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a tree limb replacing your right arm. What do you do?
"Finally" i sighed 😮💨. I got up from bed, watered my arm and prepared for my day.
"That damn genie" I began to complain, "They couldve gone with oak instead of mahogany. They chose the heaviest grain."
As I left the apartment to go to work I began lamenting the fact the genie visited me in my sleep. they couldve visited at anytime but chose the night after I got drunk off tequila. I honestly thought it was all a fever dream.
All i remembered was the space between when i drifted to sleep and the wish.
I was out like a light. My birthday had just passed last Wednesday so I was anticipating a marathon turn up for the weekend.
Saturday night I grabbed some tacos with friends and got plastered. Its safe to say that I love water. But even safer to say my heart turns cold if you put Casamigos in front of me.
"Nice arm (derogatory)" a millennial aged man said as he boarded my bus. "Thats what you used your wish on?" I could hear him slip under his breath.
I didn't really care what he thought. I knew it was worth it to get out of that hellscape of a dream. I mean, what would you do if your perception of time were altered and it felt like you were permanently tripping acid?
"I dont mean to bother you" an older, boomer aged woman chimed (knowing she was finna bother me). "But why would you wish your right arm was a tree?"
"Easy," I said while completely cognizant that I was bluffing "Because Im left handed." I really am left handed, but that wasnt the reason...
The First Meeting
All I remembered was an infinite white space. A dreamscape, if you will. A collosal head, the same size as an olmec grew from the ground. It materialized with the ferocious elegance of a stormcloud.
It spoke to me with an authoritative subservience. A foreign tongue that I was somehow fluent in. It was a simple being beyond my comprehension. One who could touch all polarities simultaneously. Masculine & feminine. Aggressive and Passive. Metaphysical yet tangible. Fantatical & all too real
They looked me straight in the eyes, with an unbreakable gaze.
"Who are you? 👉🏾👈🏾" I asked while trembling. The infinite space began to feel claustrophobic. The blinding whiteness felt as if it was warming up & burning my retinas.
"I answer not, to whom, but to what."
"Great" I thought "One of these guys"
"One of these What??" They asked promptly. It became apparent that my thoughts weren't safe either. All i could do was stand silently with my mouth agape wondering if I had died.
"My form is something beyond your comprehension, yet completely crafted by you. All that you seek is already within you"
I woke up in a hot sweat.
It was 2 weeks until my birthday and I was convinced that I was possesed by a demon. I could never go to sleep again. Until I did....
The Acquaintance
The next two days were pretty hectic. I tried everything to stay away outside of ampetimines. Coffee, Four Loko, Yerba Mate. Sleep felt like an imminent predator and I was its prey.
I feel asleep again on a Friday. This time, it felt like riding a canoe off the Niagara.
As they arose this time I was ready to fight. I had 2 days worth of crankiness within me. All I could think was "Please someone help me" But what I would see would surprise God.
I was staring right back at me. It was a mirror image of myself. Only, when you look in a mirror your image is reversed. This was me.
"What. The. Fuck. Is going on?" I could feel my heart trying to magnetize answers.
"Let me explain" my doppleganger replied, as if conversing with my heart.
"You are awakened right now"
"Huh?? Im definitely asleep. This is just a played out dream and I need to wake up"
"No. Its not. You are more awake than you will ever be. You see, the way that the universe works is much more esoteric than I could put into words." I said as I put my arm around my own shoulder.
"If I were to explain what I am it would eother be completely unintelligible or melt our brain"
"Our brain??" I discreetly thought. Just soon enough to remember what happens to thoughts here
"Yes. OUR brain. You see, the only concept that exists of my existence is something called a genie"
"wait so you work for me?"
"Not quite. I work for myself. We are the same"
"huh? That can't be. I think Id know if I were a god."
"Actually, you wouldn't. Because as I just said, you have awakened. Also, God doesnt exist. There is simply "Be-ing". Your understanding of God is simply the summation of all things be-ing."
"If we're one, how come I never knew this? Why do you know so much?"
"Well, once again, you did know. But, if youve ever been asleep before, (and I know we have) then you know how it feels to be so fully immersed into one reality that its unquestionable. THAT is what your life was up till now."
"......" I didnt know what to say. But the damndest thing was, my doppleganger mirrored my exact energy.
I began to ask about the wishes but of course they interjected
"As for the wish granting aspect of being a genie, I can tell you now that all the rules youve known about were bullshit."
"So I get more than three?"
"waaaaay more"
"Sweet"
"Indeed, but I should let you know...I dont grant them in the traditional sense of you ask and its my command. You have to ask me nonverbally."
"Nonverbally?"
"Yes. As I said, youve awakened. Youre not asking anouther being, youre asking yourself. I am simply your subconscious taking the form of whatever you need"
"Wow. So I find out I cant get anything I want and I cant use words?"
"Yup, but trust me this is a blessing in disguise. Words cant do a manifestation justice—"
"Wait...manifestation? Am I a new age mfr now?!"
"No, a manifestation is simply an iterating of be-ing. And the best way to articulate being is through energy, through feeling, through pure knowledge. Using words will create a finite effect. In turn, that will possibly manifest shit that you do Not want"
"Damn thats crazy. So what should I call you?"
"What you you call yourself? You dont. You just are I"
"Thats true, but for the sake of compartmentalizing this metaphysical fucker Ill call you The Acquaintance"
"Thats cool idc"
"So Acquaintance, how do I manifest? Is it leviosa rather than levi-osah"
They stared at me blankly 😐
"You know JK Rowling totally cancelled rn right?"
"Yeah sorry 😔 i shoudve known better"
"Look, we dont have to learn everything tonight, but just know, your subconscious mind is mire powerful than you will ever know. Its literally the part of your mind that you dont know. Its your best friend and care taker. All you have to do is feel what you want and you will have it"
At the moment I was a bit hungry. I was up for 2 days and fell asleep without notice. So all i could think of was Doritos.
Suddenly I woke up. And to my surprise I was holding....my favorite flavor of Sweet & Spicy Chilli Doritos (ifykyk).
"Oh shit.....im in business 😈" I knew the world was mine and I was going to have the greatest birthday 2 weeks from now"
TO BE CONTINUED
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July 10th, Sunday. 23.37pm. Good night ghost.
Today's diary entry is gonna be hella confusing. I'm a bit drunk and my mind is everywhere so here are so scattered happenings and thoughts.
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The Sister Debacle™
My sister told me plain and clear that she'd go out to Largo with me no matter what, and I was stupid enough to believe it for real. It was 7 and I was all ready and she said she was at her friend's house, too high to go out.
I got upset over that, she repeats the same fucking thing over and over again. She never has any issues going out with her friends but with me it never works - we haven't gone out since restrictions were lifted, all while she went out multiple times with her friends.
I don't care if ultimately she doesn't wanna go out with me, that's her choice, but why does she have to plan shit and make me waste my time just to always cancel?
I just reacted in the most disappointed way, and I really was. So tiring. I'm done making plans with her.
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Out + about
My sister decided to just fucking cancel super late but I wasn't gonna let it ruin my night, I went to Largo anyway. I was torn between meeting my friends or some of my tinder dudes but ultimately I decided to go for a tinderite because I wanted to kiss someone.
I hit Timo up, he said he wanted to meet up at 8.30 so there I went. I got there super early, like around 7.40, so I was just shooting the shit with those two drunk boomers to pass the time, they were super cool and one of them scared away this creepy dude that wanted to hug me out of nowhere. Fucking A+ lads right there.
It got to around 8.20 and this super fucking cute dude called Ollie sat next to me and started making small talk. He isn't reeally my type but he has a perfect smile and he seemed very funny. We smoked a bit and I told him that I was waiting for someone and he said he was waiting for a girl since 5. I felt a bit bad for him so I kept him company.
After a bit I didn't see Timo so I figure he didn't show up for some reason, I didn't mind that much because I'm in a good mood and I had company so meh. I kept talking to Ollie as we walked downtown - he's studying to be an engineer, he's 23 (younger than most dudes I like), he used to have long hair and he enjoys all kinds of music.
Since he needed to go to the same place as me to go home, we took the bus together. He rested his head on my shoulder the whole time and held my hand, definitely very cute. At the station he wanted me to stay a bit longer but I really couldn't lose my bus :( he got my insta and said he would hit me up so we could talk about meeting on Largo next sunday.
Weird how things happen, right?
When I got home I had some messages from Timo saying he just got to Largo, that he had some problems at work and had to be late. Normally I'd be pissed but my mood is great and my night wasn't wasted, so I accepted his apology and said he could try to meet up again some other night.
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The rest and the ashes
And now for the things too small to warrant their own chapter:
- Doggie is adapting well! He's still super attached to me and super scared of strangers but we're moving forward! My niece managed to make friends with him. He's the cutest dog, I'm so glad we adopted him.
- Mo keeps messaging me from new numbers no matter how many times I block him. Why are men?
- Next saturday I'm going to Allan's place to hang out with him. He was actually super cool at the parade so I'm gonna give him a chance on the friends with benefits thingy. Men who aren't clingy are kings and I'm ready to give them chances.
- I may meet Pedro this week??? Maybe. He's an emotional fool and a bit annoying but meh, I've seen worse. Only if he pays for everything tho.
- Mark is still out of state :( I actually miss him, I really enjoyed seeing him. Apparently him and Nobody are on speaking terms again, but Nobody said his life lost meaning because of the whole ordeal with me. Messy but not my fucking problem.
- Otto is açtıng like we're dating. I won't even correct him at this point, just gonna let him act a fool. I don't have the patience to repeat myself.
In conclusion, men are dumb but I like them. I like my dog more, though.
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Fic: Mistletoe and Wine
Berena Advent: Mistletoe
“Right, let’s get to Albies,” Bernie called at the end of the shift from hell. Winter vomiting, Christmas lights getting tangled in ladders, runaway patients and an inspection had all descended on them in a 12 hour period, but the team had pulled together and come out the other side.
“Ms Campbell and I will buy the first rounds.” This was met with a cheer and a raised eyebrow from Serena herself.
“Oh, will we? I don’t remember agreeing to this,” she grinned and waved away the start of Bernie’s apology. “No, you’re right, they all deserve it. Best staff in the hospital.”
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“Give me a hand with these drinks Bernie,” Serena gestured and she joined her at the bar. It was busy, the staff rushed off their feet. “They’ve really gone for it with the Christmas decorations this year.”
Bernie hummed in agreement, but she had to admit she hadn’t really been looking around the bar. Ever since their kiss on the floor, since that glass of wine in the office where they’d agreed to keep it confined to theatre - no, YOU agreed - all she could look at, think about was Serena.
Serena had moved on, an emotional kiss that had sent her into turmoil for a few weeks but in the end, it was nothing. Bernie knew this and kicked herself every time she caught herself replaying the kiss or staring at her or wishing things had gone differently.
The hardest part had been watching Robbie arrive at the hospital, work his way back into Serena’s life. Serena hadn’t told her much, vague details that hinted at nights spent together, and she said even less when she broke it off.
“I still have Jason.”
She'd shut down any more questions from Bernie and got back to work.
Tonight, she looked radiant. The rush of endorphins from a successful shift made her eyes sparkle, the light glinting in her hair. She followed her lips as she gave the order to the bartender, couldn’t stop staring and ignoring the voice in her head telling her to stop.
“Bernie? Are you alright?”
She dipped her head, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Fine, long day that’s all.” She picked up the first couple of drinks and returned to the table, trying not to look too flustered.
A moment later Serena slipped in next to her, a small frown of concern on her face. Bernie avoided her eyes and sipped the drink, trying to catch up in the conversation.
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Two rounds later, Bernie could feel the tension melt from her body, replaced by the warmth of Serena next to her, her melodious voice, and the alcohol slowly seeping into her veins. Fletch returned from the bar with a triumphant look on his face.
“Look what I found!” He produced a sprig of mistletoe from behind his back and Raf groaned.
“I ordered a packet of cheese and onion, Fletch.”
“They’d run out,” he shrugged. “But this is much better. Come on, let’s get in the Christmas spirit, eh? Pucker up, Raf!”
They laughed and cheered at Raf’s scrunched up expression when Fletch planted a kiss with a loud “mwah”, Bernie could tell her honk was cutting above the rest. She soon stopped as Fletch turned to her.
“Ladies, your turn,” he grinned and she was sure he must have been reading her mind all evening.
She turned to Serena, not quite sure what she’d be thinking. If she was shocked she was hiding it better than Bernie. She raised an eyebrow and quirked a grin.
“Nothing wrong with a quick kiss between friends,”
Bernie gulped, nodded because what else could she do? There was that kick in the teeth. Friends.
Fletch held the plant above them and Serena leaned forwards. Bernie met her, pressed their lips together and oh, how soft, and how delightful did they taste with the slightest hint of Shiraz.
They parted and she looked at Serena, trying to work out if she’d overstepped, gone too far. Her focus was on the rest of the table, and Bernie tried to concentrate but her mind was in overdrive. She sipped her drink, wishing it was a short whiskey that she could knock back and not a glass of wine.
Eventually her glass was empty and she made a show of checking her watch.
“Better be off. See you all tomorrow,” she stood, shrugging on her coat and giving a wave to the group. She didn’t look back, didn’t stop to do up the buttons properly, or find her gloves. The cold bit her when she stepped through the door and she paused. Deep breath. A quick kiss between friends, that’s all. No need to tie yourself in knots.
She closed her eyes as she fumbled with her buttons, as if doing up the coat would somehow hold together her emotions. It was for the best, she knew that, but there was still that tiny selfish part of her which wanted more.
She felt a tentative hand on her arm and she looked up to find Serena, brow furrowed and concern in her eyes.
“Are you okay, Bernie? You left in a bit of a hurry.”
She searched for an answer, opening and closing her mouth without success. She didn’t know what she wanted to say, whether she wanted Serena to know the truth, or to carry on as if everything was fine.
“I hope it wasn’t too uncomfortable for you,” Serena gestured vaguely at the door. “I should have known you wouldn’t enjoy it, I-”
“No, no that’s not what happened at all,” her words rushed out before she realised what she was about to say. “It was the opposite, I very much enjoyed it, but we said-”
Her breath was stolen as Serena closed the gap between them, her hands finding Bernie’s hair as she deepened the kiss. Time slowed as Bernie let go of the tension in her shoulders, melting into Serena and trying to memorise every part of this, how it was different to last time but still oh so familiar.
Serena pulled back, an apology on her lips but Bernie shook her head.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for months.”
“Me too, but you seemed pretty set on keeping it confined to theatre.”
“I thought it was for the best, what you wanted,” she looked down, embarrassed.
Serena shivered and took a step closer to her.
“We should talk more, but not here. Why don’t you come back to mine for a nightcap?” She leant close to her ear, making Bernie’s hair stand on end. “Jason has even put up some mistletoe in the hallway, and I didn’t think it would be getting any use this year.”
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Falling Over Night
Han Jisung × fem!reader
Genre: fluff, strangers au, street musician
Word count: 2.8k
Synopsis: Y/n escapes from a boring party at a Saturday night, feeling empty and lonely. Not having where to go, she roams around the busy streets of the night, until she meets him. A charming street musician with a captivating voice that hypnotized her to sit next to him and watch him singing and playing his guitar.
Falling for someone over night, only happens in fairytales. But why do they find themselves falling for each other?
A/N:
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I thought of using the original song, but I preferred this one cover with the guitar :) Not edited btw :')
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Saturday night.
Normal people would be going wild in clubs and parties. But unlike them, you always find these things out of your comfort zone, parties weren't your cup of tea.
You didn't like meeting people through drunk conversations and suffocating, loud places. You weren't an introvert, you just enjoyed peaceful things better.
Your friends however, had persuaded you to come with them to a party this Saturday night. A person's party that you haven't even met before. You didn't like the idea of it, you thought that it would be better to stay home and watch some Disney movies or read a book. But your friends had enough of this, claiming that you can always do that some other time.
Turns out, that you did do them the favor of coming to that party, even though you wouldn't hesitate to leave the place if things got out of hand. Dressing up in a silky, olive green, thin strap top and high-waist black jeans, adding some gold jewelry and putting make up on, you left your house.
Unsurprisingly enough however, not even an hour later after entering the party, you found yourself walking away.
It wasn't because of the party getting out of hand, rather, you couldn't bare being in there. You thought you could manage, but you proved yourself wrong.
You texted your friends for your absence, not really giving them an excuse, to which they never replied. They were probably having the fun you couldn't have there. For you, it was a boring and tasteless way of entertainment. You never understood why people idolized parties so much. You felt lonely, walking down the streets alone with no one by your side. You felt that the people that you called your 'friends', were just being nice to you and nothing more. You never went into deep, philosophical conversations or hung out with them out of public. You never related with them about anything, or genuinely laughed with them.
You were used to this, though. Even though it hurt and left you feeling empty, you were used to being alone. Always enjoying things you liked on your own.
Listening to your heels clicking on the hard pavement, the air muffled with the murmuring of the people walking pass by you, you realized that it wasn't half bad being alone. It was definitely better than that boring party, at least.
The city night life was rather energetic and amusing. The soft, warm color of the street lights, the occasional chuckle from the people around you, the warm smell of street food and open stores, was all too healing for you.
What made you halt your momentum however, was when your ears perked up at the sound of a soft guitar melody, followed by an angelic-like male's voice. The sound didn't seemed to be rather away from where you were standing, so you picked up your pace again and blindly followed the music.
Such a mesmerizing voice that complemented the acoustic guitar exceptionally well. His voice held so much emotion, that sneaked inside and warmed up your heart.
You always admired people with talent in art. Either dancers, painters or musicians. You loved art and this was a way of entertainment for you.
As the music got louder, in the close distance, where people walked around the stores, you saw him.
A boy, around your age, leaning on a wall next to a restaurant.
Considering his simplistic outfit and the way he had laid down his guitar case for people to throw money, you could tell he was a street musician wanting to make some income out of his talent.
Some people were passing by him unbothered and some others, were considerate enough to throw inside his balck case a couple of coins.
It was unfair, you thought, for people with such talent not to get recognised by the crowd. The boy was clearly amazing, his voice was able to make your heart flutter and hypnotize you just with one word.
Your feet automatically brought you in front of the brunette boy, unconsciously smiling to yourself, feeling peaceful, as if all your worries were melting away. Not even thinking of it twice, you grabbed your purse and threw a 20 dollar bill inside his guitar case and swiftly looked around you, searching for a place to sit.
Much to your surprise, you spotted a public wooden bench just right across from where the boy was standing, giving you the perfect view point of the street musician. Satisfied, you walked towards it and sat yourself down, crossing you legs and getting comfortable at the hard surface. It was all too convinient, watching and listening to the boy perfectly, while sitting on a big bench all alone. For some people might have been odd for a young lady, dressed so nicely only to watch a common street musician, but to you was the best feeling.
Firstly, the songs he was singing was entirely your taste. Old, meaningful songs back in your parents and grandparents' age.
Secondly, you didn't mind just simply observing him. He was too attractive for you for some weird reason. The way his fluffy hair fell down and slightly covered his eyes. His fingers that played with his guitar strings so delicately. His lips moving to the melody and letting out beautiful lyrics. His whole posture was captivating and you couldn't help but let yourself be drawn to him.
It wasn't long when he caught you admiring him. He had noticed you throwing that 20 dollar bill and at first, he thought that you might have threw it by accident. It was an incredulous amount of money for a street musician, he was used to the metallic coins only. As if this wasn't shocking enough, he then saw you walking away, only to place yourself on the wooden bench across from him and watch.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel his heart warming up. He felt as if this night was the luckiest among the rest. A person recognizing his talent and actually being generous enough to give him such amount. He tried to be professional, but he couldn't help but blush in happiness. You were his highlight of the night and an idea crossed his mind.
Play only for you tonight.
He had spent countless nights playing for people, but no one ever behaved liked you. He felt special for once in his life. He felt as if all his work didn't go to waste, even if it was only for one person. A beautiful young lady at that.
Getting admiration for your talent, is something artists want the most. Even if its from one person, they can get so happy. That's how Jisung felt that night, so happy.
All because of you.
Something inside him called out to him. A small teasing voice telling him to approach you in some way. But not just in any way. He wanted to make it more casual, but simultaneously more special. More like his taste. More romantic.
You caught the brunette boy stealing glances at you all the while you observed him. You founf it cute the way he would blush and avert his eyes every time you smiled at him. You didn't know you were distracting him in the most sweet way possible.
You felt your heart drop once you saw him gathering up his stuff after finishing with the song. Thinking that he was done for the night, your once full of warmth heart started getting empty again. It was only then when you realised that you were truly enjoying yourself, but now that the boy was leaving, all the enjoyment was vanishing away. Fainting, like an old sweet memory.
But something in the way he acted, caught your attention. Instead of placing his guitar inside the black case, he just simply zipped it and hung it over his shoulder, before picking his guitar again. His fingers found their way to the strings and a familiar melody started coming from the vibrations.
The boy picked up his pace and started walking towards...you?
You couldn't tell why, but he was looking only in your direction. Maybe he got tired of standing and wants to sit down on the bench, you thought. The exact same bench that happens to be the one you sit to.
Your thoughts got washed away as the boy started singing, not breaking eye contact with you.
"L is for the way you look at me."
He sang, getting even closer by the second.
"O is for the only one I see."
He gave you a shy smile, blushing at the lyrics and trying hard to keep himself at bae. He didn't want to break eye contact, but he was getting adorably shy over the way you were looking at him with your sparkly eyes. The glint of excitement and admiration never left your gaze, something that helped him go on.
"V is very, very extraordinary. E is..." he stood right in front of you, waiting with anticipation for you to finish the lyrics.
"Even more than anyone that you adore can."
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at your poor attempt of singing. You were in no way half as good as that boy, but you couldn't shy away when he looked at you in such way. You instanly felt better when he let out a chuckle, both satisfied and amused. He found your vouce adorable, sweet and gently just like he imagined. Exactly the way you looked.
He took his guitar case off his shoulders and placed it down, before genlty sitting beside you. He stopped playing and focused his gaze on you. "How come a beautiful lady like you is here all alone?" he said politely, his words made you let out a breathy sigh.
You didn't mind pouring your heart out to a stranger, you could use some comfort right now. It has been so long since the last time you got asked that question. How come you are alone.
"Well..." you inhaled sharply, pursing your lips for a moment. "I just escaped from a boring party that my friends made me go to. So here I am."
The boy stared at you amusingly, letting out a chuckle. "From the way you put it, you don't seem so fond of parties." he pointed out.
"Yeah, well I really am not. I don't feel comfortable around such places. My friends just forced me to it, but I ended up leaving." you rested your head on the palm of your hand.
"I totally relate with you on that. I don't know how people find entertainment in such places, getting drunk only to wake up with a hung over the next morning."
"Exactly!" you said almost too excitedly. It has been so long since someone related with you. His gentle smile only made you feel more comfortable around him. "You have an amazing voice by the way. I really thought I would head straight back home, but when I heard you, I changed my mind."
At that, you saw the boy's cheeks flush crimson, seemingly having a panick attack from his shyness. He seemed as if he was praised for his talent for the first time. It was adorable.
"Thank you so much..." he giggled silently, staring down at his guitar. "Ah crap, I'm all shy right now, please stop starring for a moment." he hid his face in his hands, only making you giggle harder at his reaction.
You didn't know he could get so shy over a compliment, but something inside you urged you to continue. You teasingly started poking his arm. "Common, how can you not be used to compliments? With the talent you have you must have gotten plenty already!"
"Stooop." he whined with little giggles.
"Not until you look at me." you challenged, poking his continuously.
It felt odd.
It felt odd how the both of you became so comfortable with each other in seconds. Acting like two little childs teasing one another. As if you knew each other for years. It felt refreshing.
"Okay, okay fine! I am looking at you, will you stop now?" the moment he raised his head beneath his hands and forced his gaze on you, you could see how red his ears and cheeks had turned.
"Oh wow, you look like a tomato right now, you know that?" you snorted, only gaining a pouty frown by him.
"I can feel it in my cheeks, thank you very much." he faked an angry tone.
"What? I was only stating facts. And don't act like you are not already aware of your talent. If you were this shy, why would you stand in the crowd playing?"
"I..." he tried to think of a comeback, but he had none. "Fair point." he sighed. "It's the only way I can do what I love, while making some money as well. It's not much, but it works for the meantime." the cheerful in his tone dropped visibly.
You didn't know how to reply properly. You didn't want to make him feel worse or offend him in some way. But staying in silence would only make him feel uneasy for telling you something personal of his. "Life can be hard, you know? If only I had that talent of yours. Imagine how many great things you can do. You can write your own songs, right?"
The sudden change in his mood was apparent, your encouraging words made him feel at ease. As if that was the only answer he was seeking to ease his mind. "Well...yeah. I can write songs as well, but I am not confident enough to put them out there." he nervously played with the strings of his guitar, biting his lip to supress a smile.
"What are you afraid of? That people won't like them?" you scoffed incredulously. "Even if your songs suck, your voice is so amazing that it will cover up for the mess." you joked, making him let out a breathy chuckle.
He was enjoying your company awfully too much. He felt at ease, just the way you did. It was weird how you both clicked at once. How you both were able to talk to each other so casually, as if you haven't just met. Having such chemistry that you have never felt with anyone else.
Looking in each other's eyes, you both could spot the lovely comfort you were providing each other. Such soft emotions portrayed in the light glint of your eyes, under the illuminating street lights.
"What's your name?" he said softly and quietly, observing every single beautiful feature of your face.
"Y/n. What's yours?"
"Jisung." the both of you smiled. "Call me crazy but right now, I feel so drawn to you." he almost whispered., but you were able to pick it up. A warm sensation crept in your cheeks, a small fluttering in your heart, like a dove flying under the sun set.
"I guess we must both be crazy then, because I feel the same for you."
"Is this where we confess our undying love, kiss and spend all the night together and the next morning wake up as if it was only a dream?" he grinned, leaning closer.
"Well, Jisung," you leaned closer as well, catching him off gaurd at the close proximity. However., instead of going with the flow, you decided to boop his nose instead and then stood up from the bench. He was left speechless, blinking furiously. "I don't know about the 'dream' part, but I would be more than happy to spend my night with you. And we can see about the 'kiss' part later." you gave him a wink and stretched down your hand. "Now come." you smiled sweetlly.
"Where to?" he questioned with a boyish smile, but didn't hesitate to take your hand.
"I don't know, I am hungry. I was thinking of grabbing a late night snack. Don't worry, it's on me." you reassured and he flashed you the dashier smile of gratitude. He couldn't thank you enough. He couldn't tell you how grateful he was and how you made his night the best moment of his life.
But it wasn't only his, but yours had become the best as well.
A loud introvert and a silent extrovert had just begun their night together, making sure it wouldn't be their last.
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Chapter 16: Chanhee's Plan
A/n: so i was going to post this on changmin's birthday as a surprise update but I didn't have it finished in time. T.T But! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANGMIN I LOVE YOU QBERT he actually has the same birthday as my best friend ahaha. anyway! this is not what I was planning for the next chapter but I think it works! also I don't know if you guys have figured this out yet but I update this series on Saturdays around 9 am CDT! Tag List is Open <3
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Warnings: Cursing
WC: 1.2k
Summary: True love has never come easy; life makes sure of that. From unrequited love to missed timing, does anyone have any hope at finding success- let alone pass History at the same time? All these questions leave young people wondering….will they still love me in the morning?
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Third POV
The November air was cool as it briskly danced across the cheeks and through the hair of the young people celebrating outside the cafe. How Chanhee had managed to drag his best friend thirty minutes from campus without him suspecting anything, he did not know. But he was just thankful that any minute now his glorious scheme would start to work.
Jacob leaned against the table- red solo cup in hand. Changmin stood awkwardly a few feet away from him debating whether to take another drink or stuff eight creampuffs in his mouth. The two had not spoken to each other the entire night except for a greeting not much more uncomfortable than this.
Immediately Changmin felt his focus drift towards Y/n dancing on the grass. She had long since abandoned her shoes and her bare feet bounced across the cool and damp lawn. The corner of his lip quirked up into a smile as he watched her jump and twirl with their friends.
A hand clapping onto his shoulder broke Changmin out of his blissful trance. "Well look who finally found each other!" Eric shouted over the music. "The ex-boyfriend meets the new boy-toy tutor! You must feel threatened Jacob," The younger of the three teased.
"Boy-toy?"
"Boyfriend?"
Eric laughed as both boys spoke over each other. It was quite obvious by his demeanor that he was quite drunk. Changmin saw the man next to him in a new light now. Y/n had mentioned Jacob before but always as her best friend. Not only was this very handsome guy her closest friend....but her ex?
Eric laughed as both boys spoke over each other. It was quite obvious by his demeanor that he was quite drunk. Changmin saw the man next to him in a new light now. Y/n had mentioned Jacob before but always as her best friend. Not only was this very handsome guy her closest friend....but her ex?
It suddenly became very difficult for Changmin to swallow. He was hoping this Jacob, whoever he was, was going to be someone....like Eric. Not unattractive, but certainly less competition and less mature than he was. But no. Jacob was not only handsome but in way better shape than him.
Changmin was now very self-conscious of how skinny his arms and stomach were. "Maybe I should let you guys talk. I only came over here for more cake anyway. Happy birthday, dude!" Eric then bounced away with a slice of cake in each hand.
Another awkward silence fell between the two boys. This time Jacob was fully focused on the "boy-toy" next to him. He wasn't Y/n's usual type but then again she never really had one. It was easy to admit that Changmin was definitely an attractive guy but even with their relationship long in the past it made Jacob a little jealous to see a new contender in her life.
"So...'boy-toy'," Jacob started, handing Changmin a drink. "What's up with you and Y/n?"
"What- N-nothing. Nothing is up with me and Y/n. Nothing at all. Zero things. There is an absolute absence of things happening with me and Y/n..."
"Dude, chill."
Changmin could do anything but chill right now. "So....you and Y/n?"
Jacob nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It was like a year and a half ago. You've got nothing to worry about; it was a mutual breakup."
Changmin shrugged and brought the drink to his lips. He struggled not to gag at the very intense taste of just straight liquor. "Wh-why would I have anything to worry about? I just said there is an absence of anything between me and Y/n."
Jacob laughed, with a kind warmth behind his eyes. "Dude you look at her like she hung the fucking moon! You obviously like her."
"Like who?" Y/n interjected bounding up to the two boys with a huge grin.
"Tinkerbell."
"What?"
Thankfully Jacob helped Changmin with his previous outburst. "You know the little cheeky fairy from Peter Pan?" She nodded and turned her attention fully to her tutor.
"Anyway, everybody else said they are gonna stay and clean up. It's almost 1:30. Chanhee suggested you and I take the last bus home." For the second time that night, Changmin found a lump in his throat. Jacob found this his cue to walk away and help push a very drunk Juyeon onto a couch.
"Don't you live with Eric?"
Y/n gestured over to her roommate only for Changmin to see him hunched over a trashcan. "Jessie said she's taking drunk duty tonight."
With a hesitant nod, Changmin grabbed his gifts and Y/n retrieved her bag before the two tipsily waddled out to the lone bus stop to wait for their transportation. The pair sat down, bags at their feet as they looked out into the night in silence.
Changmin noticed Y/n's shoulders and hands shivering in the chill autumn temperature. Without saying a word he slipped out of his denim jacket and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. She smiled and it sent a warm gooey feeling through every cold part of his body.
"Did you have a good birthday?" She asked looking up at him hopefully. He nodded and noticed the girl stifling a yawn. His heart was thumping against his chest seeing his jacket envelope her. Before he could continue the conversation the city bus pulled up and the two boarded the vehicle and crammed into the small seats.
As soon as the bus started moving Y/n's eyes drooped and her head started to do the same. Changmin watched her tired heavy head softly bounce against the cool glass of the window. He looked around the bus finding it empty except for them and the driver.
Hesitantly, he reached over her and his long slender fingers touched her cheek. Careful not to wake the sleeping girl, Changmin moved her head gently onto his shoulder. With Y/n so close to him, he could smell her perfume. It was a calming scent. Not too strong but definitely distinct.
In her sleep, the girl hugged onto Changmin's arm as if he were a teddy bear and nuzzled further into his shoulder- closer to his neck. He felt her warm breath on his skin and he did his best not to move. A dark red heat raced to his ears and cheeks.
He let her sleep as long as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful look on her face and the chance to be close to her. While she slept he lost himself in the feeling of her leaning on him.
He imagined what it might be like if she was awake. If he had the courage to confess how he felt- would she be like this with him all the time? He wanted so badly to just tell her how he felt. Changmin knew that all it would take was one little poke and Y/n would open her eyes.
Why couldn't he bring himself to do it?
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Chapter Two of Beautiful.Dirty.Rich Norman Osborn X original character
This is where we start getting spicy, so slight smut warning.
Word account approx 1300
Chapter Two of Beautiful.Dirty.Rich
Saturday came around quite fast and Kate was now trying to decide which dress to wear. She opted for the black dress with a few classy sparkles on it. Paired with some heels she should be good to go.
Harry's dinner party's are notorious for being lively. Great food paired with even greater wine made for one hell of a night.
After getting ready Kate called a cab and headed over to the Osborn residence.
'I'm gonna regret these heels later' Kate muttered as she got out of the cab.
"Thank you, have a good night" she said to the cab driver.
Kate made her way to the front door. The house was very impressive and rather intimidating. Fortunately Harry and Norman Osborn where friendly enough people that once you got inside and begun a conversation the rich aesthetic which presents intimidation soon depletes.
"Kate !" Harry opened the door and immediately engulfed her in a hug.
"Harry! So good to see you ! Here I brought some wine for the table."
After the initial greeting Kate made her way inside the house and through to the dining room. There sat MJ and Peter and a handful of other friends from college.
"So tell me how was Paris ?" Kate exclaimed.
"How did you know I was in Paris." Harry raised his eyebrows in a joking fashion.
"Your father told me he sent you to France." Kate replied.
"Ah. Yes. Daddy dearest sent me to France to head hunt a new scientist. Was a pleasant trip, a lot of good food ."
The conversation continued to flow all night between everyone. Peter informed the group that they have a trip coming up the first week back that would be exciting. Mary Jane announced she was looking into learning how to play piano to which everyone laughed, that was the fifth instrument this year she said she wanted to learn.
A fair few glasses of wine had passed kates lips before she got up to use the bathroom.
"Excuse me guys, just going to the bathroom." She announced.
As she stood up she very quickly noticed that she was quite intoxicated. These heels were a very bad idea indeed. She made her way to the toilet and on the way back from using it she passed Mr Osborns office. The door was open and there he stood, dressed in black suit trousers, a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing his surprisingly muscular forearms. His tie had been discarded and thrown on a nearby chair. Mr Osborns fingers where around a glass of what looked to be whiskey. He was captivating, absolutely bewitching.
Maybe it was the alcohol but Mr Osborn was looking like sex on legs.
Kate shook her head slightly in an attempt to get rid of the incredibly inappropriate thoughts about her friends father and went to walk away.Unfortunately as she did this she stumbled and her ankle almost collapsed due to the fragility of her heels. And then 'snap'. Her right heel had broken.
"Oh, hello Miss Underwood. I didn't see you there. Are you okay ?" Mr Osborn asked.
He put his glass of whiskey down and went to help Kate get up. His fingers where now wrapped around her shoulders, a positively firm grip on them at that. His chest was against her back, Christ this embrace sent Kates thoughts racing.
"You couldn't have had that much to drink, the food only came out half an hour ago ." He joked letting out a small laugh, which vibrated against kates back, causing a heat to rise between her legs.
"No, not drunk just a few small glasses. My heels unfortunately broke though." Kate replied trying her best to keep her voice level.
Mr Osborn made sure she was able to stand properly before crouching down on to his knees to inspect the broken shoe. He was on his knees before Kate, his hair a little messy and ruffled. Perfect height to entice something. If she'd had a few more glasses she feared she would have most definitely made a move on Norman Osborn.
His fingers grazed against the back of her calf as he went to grip her ankle in order to take of the shoe. Once he had removed the shoe his fingers lingered on her skin for a few moments longer.
He then raised his head, making eye contact with Kate, not making an effort to get up off of his knees before her.
The look he gave Kate was enchanting. His usually stern eyes boring into her own like she was the only thing on the planet. Her heart had seemingly stopped beating, the tension was incredibly thick.
"Clean break." He said pointing to kates high heel which was now split in two.
"I can superglue it back together for you. It may hold up long enough to get you home. You're not walking are you?" He asked.
Kate cleared her throat before answering," I was gonna get a cab."
"A cab sounds like a good idea." His gravely voice replied quietly.
He then rose from his knees the broken shoe in his hand, as he rose up from the ground his head was in line with Kates front. As he straightened up she realised her was very close, and that he towered over her. Her knees where going week.
"Take a seat" he instructed pointing to the same chair his tie had been discarded on.
Kate did as she was told.
Turning away from her he walked to a drawer and reached for the super glue whilst asking Kate "How is the dinner party?
"Good fun Sir. Lovely food." Kate replied, trying to recover from the previous interaction.
"My son keeping you entertained?" He said as he looked over his shoulder. She felt his eyes undress her.
"Yes, he was telling us about his trip to France."
"Good." "This will take a minute to set. Would you like a drink ?" He asked.
"That would be great, thank you."
He poured her a glass of whiskey and handed it to her. His fingers once again linger just a little too long upon her skin.
"Thank you" Kate said "for helping me with my shoe I mean. Not that I'm not thankful for the drink, thanks for that too."
He let out a small laugh, it sounded like music to her ears.
"That's quite alright Miss Underwood." He was leant against his desk, staring intently at the young woman adjacent from himself.
"You look very lovely this evening Miss Underwood. I hope your friends have told you."
Kate blushed "Thank you sir."
"You don't have to keep calling me sir Miss Underwood."
"I'm sorry Sir- erm sorry."
Kate began to drink her whiskey in fashion with Mr Osborn. It helped her nerves settle.
After a few moments he walked back up to Kate holding her shoe.
Once again he got on his knees in front of her and put her shoe back on, his fingers gripping on her ankle and the other hand grazing over the skin of her foot.
The tension had risen, Kate couldn't figure out if it was sexual or not. The heat rising between her legs would indicate to sexual but this was Norman Osborn for crying out loud.
He then began to rise, placing his right hand next to kates thigh on the chair, to make it easier for getting up. His fingers once again carefully grazing her, this time her thigh.
"All done." He almost whispered into her ear.
"Thank you." Kate replied quietly.
"I'm sure I'll run into you at work on Monday Miss Underwood. Have a good night." He said turning away from her and walking back towards his desk.
Kate felt she’d just awoken from a dream, that a spell that had been cast was now over. She began to think a bit more clearly and stopped focusing on potentially shagging her friends father and the ceo of the company she worked for. Maybe she had just exaggerated what was happening ?
She took what he said as her cue to leave and so promptly stood up finishing her drink..
"Thank you Mr Osborn. Have a pleasant evening."
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𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ❣︎ ᵏᵗʰ
Pairing :- Taehyung X Reader
Genre :- Bestfriends to Lovers AU, Erotic, Angst, Romance and Fluff.
Rating :- 18+ ( M )
Word Count :- 4.4k
Summary :- "Not everyone in this world deserves to be loved. I am one of those little number of unfortunate people" that's what you thought after your terrible breakup which led you to your bestfriend's appartment at midnight to seek comfort until things went way beyond just 'comfort'.
Warnings :- It's CEO Taehyung (but no office romance shit), Broke college student, Dom Taehyung, Sub reader, Some angst that idk how I managed to write, Sexual Tension, Buried feelings, Past feelings, Teasing, Morning Sex, Daddy Kink, Pinning, Oral (M receiving), Unprotected Sex, After care (omg) with fluff (omg).
A/N :- I know that I haven't been very active on Tumblr, but trust me I am trying my best, also I am still working on the next chapter for "Chemicals Collide", so please be a little more patient. Also I got inspiration for this Oneshot from Jungkook's cover, I think you guessed it already, but then I saw I had already written a JK Oneshot, so I gave this to Tae baby. Enjoy~
Not everyone in this world deserves to be loved. I am one of those little number of unfortunate people.
I could feel the numb pain in my stomach, feeling like I am going to throw up, going back and forth between feeling nothing and being unable to stop the tears. All I could think about was if this is really the end. I picked up my pace, now breaking into a fast jog towards Taehyung's house. Tears we're rapidly streaming down my face, uncontrollable at this point. I sprinted through the apartment complex, my legs moving as quickly as they could to get to him. I wiped my face with my sleeve as I got to his floor, a failed attempt to make myself look slightly okay.
I knew Taehyung would see right past these attempts though, he'll quickly understand that I've been sobbing with one glance in my direction. He knew me too well. After knocking on the door, there was a faint thud before someone cautiously opened the door. Taehyung stood there, slightly disheveled with the smell of alcohol dripping off of him. Right, Saturday means Taehyung gets shit faced every night. Although intoxicated, he quickly realised I wasn't okay. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Do I need to go and fight someone?" He slurred slightly, stepping outside. I chuckled, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back into the apartment before he got the both of us locked out.
"How many have you drank?" I asked, going to the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle to give him. My legs were threatening to give out, but he should property drink something besides alcohol before he puts himself in a coma. I walked over to where he sat on the couch, handing him the water bottle before going to pick up bottles. Sure, drinking was absolutely terrible and Taehyung may have developed a problem. I just never comment on it because we all have our own ways of dealing with things, not all of them being good. After cleaning up his expensive ass apartment, I went to sit down with him. He was quietly watching TV, taking interest in some show that showed people getting hurt. He was slowly sipping his water, showing barely any interest in the almost full bottle he held in his hand.
"Tae, I asked, how many have you drank?" I asked again. "I counted like 10 while cleaning up." Taehyung didn't say anything, just shrugging as he propped his feet up on the ottoman. I sighed, following his actions and getting comfortable. It must be nice to have an apartment to yourself and not be stuck in a crammed dorm room with another person. Must be nice to not go to school and struggle everyday. Nice to not have your heart broken on the day of your anniversary. Without noticing, a small sob fell from my lips, catching Taehyung's attention instantly. Worry was written across his face as he peered over to me, one eyebrow raised.
"What happened?" He mumbled, moving to wrap one arm around me. He held me close to him, a mix of his cologne and alcohol filling my nose. "He broke up with me." I mumbled, another sob falling from my lips. I wrapped my arms around Taehyung's toned torso, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. "Isn't it your anniversary? Didn't you text me earlier today about everything?" He asked gently, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. Another sob fell, making him realise that maybe it wasn't a good idea to pull on that string. He sighed, moving so he could easily pull me into his lap. I quickly straddled him in order to bury my face in his neck.
My arms still held onto his torso as he wrapped his arms around me. He must've closed the water bottle and tossed it aside sometime earlier, deciding it was more important to comfort me. So, how the hell did a broke college student become best friends with one of the youngest CEOs in Seoul? It honestly still amazes me that we're even still friends, that I get the pleasure of being his best friend. He's everything you'd want in a person. Caring, beautiful, fit despite his work schedule, one of most hardworking people you'll ever meet.
We've been friends since we were teens, simple freshmen stuck together for a lab experiment. Thinking back on it, it's sort of funny because the first thing he ever said was I like your shirt. I smiled slightly, thinking back on the fond memories. Taehyung and I are some of the closest of people, and we're always joined at the hip when we aren't busy. I mean, we grew up together, figured out college together, lost our virginity to each other. I chuckled slightly thinking about it. Two teens frustrated and scared to lose it to someone who didn't know us. It just sort of played out one night, safe word established quickly since Taehyung was so worried. Taehyung shuffled slightly under me.
"What are you laughing about, Miss?" He teased, jabbing my sides. He's always loved fucking with me, and knew how to get on my nerves in just a few attempts. I decided to lie, figuring that, if he even remembered that night, he wouldn't want to hear about it. I shrugged, shoving my face into his neck further. "I was thinking about science when we were paired together." I said, my focus going to my shirt that was riding up slightly. Taehyung paid no attention to it, his hands resting on the bare skin of my back.
"Ugh, don't remind me." He laughed before mocking himself. "I like your shirt." I laughed, shaking my head at him. I sat up, my hands placed on his chest. He seemed tired, but sobering up a bit. His hands released my torso, going to wipe the tears off my cheeks. I smiled slightly before climbing off his lap and standing back up. "Finish drinking your water." I said, tossing the bottle over to where he was sitting. I walked into his living room, opening up the fridge and seeing what was there. I shrugged, settling on leftover takeout I'm assuming was from the shop near his work. I tossed it into the microwave before calling out to Taehyung.
"Do you want anything?" I asked, waiting for a response. "You." A small reply came, unsure and small compared to his normal loud ass. I laughed at him before asking the question once more. He simply said nothing, stating he wasn't hungry. He usually isn't when he drinks anyway. I took the takeout out, walking back into the living room. I sat and ate, making sure not to spill anything because I definitely couldn't afford to buy him a new one. This couch is probably my salary, the boy's got money. "Are you okay?" He asked, reaching over to rub my thigh. "Didn't I tell you he was a dick though? You should date better people. Like me."
I laughed at him, playfully swatting his hand away from me. I went back to my food, not paying attention to the hand creeping up towards my thigh once more. He rubbed his hand up my thighs once more, smiling slightly. "Taehyung, you're drunk." I mumbled, shoving food into my mouth once more.
Taehyung moved once more, placing his hand on my arm. Whines immediately came from me, complaining about the food and expensive couch. "Taehyung, I'm going to spill this on your couch and you're going to be mad at me" I threatened. "Fuck it. I can buy a new one." He mumbled, reaching up to smack the food out of my hand. I jerked my arm away, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "No you can't you drunk cunt." I mumbled, jumping over and pulling him down on the couch. I curled up under his arm, my face buried in his chest while I placed my arm on his side. He smiled, looking up at the TV after placing a kiss on my forehead. He held me closer, and continued to hold me until I drifted off to sleep.
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The sound of shuffling woke me up, my eyes barely adjusting to the bright light. Taehyung was shuffling next to me, struggling to get up. I let out a small grunt, moving so he could easily stand up. He apologized before running off to what I assumed was the bathroom. I smashed myself into the corner of the couch, trying to gain back the warmth that just left. Taehyung's chuckles filled the room as he passed by the living room, walking into the kitchen. He was probably going to go grab pain killers and a water. He waltzed back to the couch, plopping down. I let out a small grunt of disapproval.
"Come on, go and do your classes." He said, pulling me by my shirt towards him. He's always used his strength to do whatever, and it gets annoying every now and then. "Would you stop pulling me around like a ragdoll?" I said, rolling over to look at him. He had a smirk on his face, missing his shirt that he was previously wearing. "Go get a shirt on" I said. "No." He said, dropping a water bottle and laying down. I rolled over, cuddling into his warm embrace. His golden skin always give off warmth, and god I loved it. "Shouldn't you have classes to attend?" Taehyung asked, wrapping his arms around me. I rolled my eyes at him, wondering how stupid he has to be to not understand.
"I just got my heart broken yesterday, why would I want to do anything?" I mumbled, "I just want comfort and to rest for awhile." Taehyung nodded, holding me. He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch, but I was too lazy to ask what he said. "Why do you date douchebags? I mean, they don't give you the love you deserve and end up breaking your heart. You should find someone that actually cares about you." He mumbled, tangling his legs with mine. "Why does it matter to you Taehyung?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Because you come to my apartment at like 3 am sobbing usually. And you shouldn't even be out at that time, with someone else or alone for that matter. It's not safe. And you deserve better." He mumbled. "Would you stop worrying about that? I'll be okay." I could barely even finish my sentence when Taehyung crashed his lips onto mine, our lips molding together within seconds. Taehyung pulled away slightly, attaching his lips on to my jaw. My breath hitched, hands moving to grab at his arms.
"Taehyung, I don't think this is a good idea." I mumbled, his movements coming to a stop and his body stiffing. "I just mean we're probably just confused and I just broke up and you're a famous CEO hooking up with a college st-" I knew if I asked, he would immediately stop. It's not that I was afraid of him doing something stupid, I was afraid of the underlying feelings I had for my best friend. The feelings that make me want to cherish and love him just as much as have him fuck my brains out.
"Tell me y/n, do you really think I don't notice?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Think I don't notice the looks you give me when you think I'm not paying attention? You rubbing together your thighs when you're around me?". "Taehyung I still don't think-", "You don't think this is a good idea because you're afraid. You'll have a real man now, someone that will love and appreciate you as well as please you? Listen, I have no problem with that as long as you return it." He mumbled, moving over to whisper in my ear. "Do you know how much you affect me?"
He licked my ear, sucking slightly causing me to whimper. My eyes were screwed shut, head cocked to side. He climbed around so he could be on top, grinding our hips together slightly. His bulge rubbed against my thigh, rock hard. "Taehyung-", "Waste it on me y/n. Your love, please just this once. You waste it on everyone else, so why not me? Why not your best friend that's in love? Please, it's not going to hurt if it's just once." He mumbled, locking eyes with me. "Taehyung-", "Daddy." He corrected, is he serious right now?? He wants me to fill in his kinks now??
"Taehy-", "Did you not hear me babygirl?" He said, staring down at me. I gripped his torso, wondering how the hell I got myself into this situation. How I ended up here, with him. "Daddy, please." I said, coming out more whiny than I expected. He smirked slightly, a look of confidence flushing over his face. "What babygirl? Tell me so I can please you." He said, moving so his face was a mere millimeters away. "Kiss me."
He did, quickly getting rid of the space in between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling slightly. His hips slightly rolled into mine, pulling a moan from the both of us. Taehyung's hands slipped down, running up and down my sides, stopping to squeeze slightly. His hands found their way to my ass, squeezing and rubbing. "Daddy~" I whined, rolling my hips up into his. He let out a small groan, moving to place hot, open mouthed kisses all along my neck. He stopped to suck a small bruise here and there, making sure to leave his mark.
His hands slipped into my shirt, squeezing my sides. I giggled slightly, jerking away from the ticklish action. Taehyung smiled up at me before slipping my shirt up and eventually over my head. My arms instinctively went to cover my skin, Taehyung clicking his tongue slightly. "Come on babe, don't make me tie you up." He mocked, smirking at me. My eyes widened slightly, taking Taehyung back for a moment. "God, I don't remember a freak in highschool.", "Oh my God. Please don't." I said, staring at him. He's referring to losing our virginity to each other, embarrassing.
"So shy and innocent-", "I don't remember such a cocky shit in the bedroom either? You think you've gotten better?" I challenged. "I know I've gotten better." He answered. He's so full of himself. "Whoever cums first, loses." I challenged, staring up at him. He looked taken back. I smiled, sitting up in order to push him back on the couch. I straddled him, sitting on his hips as I took my bra off and tossed it somewhere across the room. Taehyung's hands flew up, squeezing and pinching what he could manage. I let out a small whine when he took a sensitive bud in between his fingers, twisting it roughly. My hips involuntary rolled, Taehyung's hips jerking up. I moved, going to pull on his shorts. The more I pulled down, I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"This was your plan all morning?" I questioned. "Nope, just when I seen you over here looking like a fresh baked snack." He said, making me laugh at how stupid he was. I rolled my eyes, kissing his hips slightly. Once his shorts were off, he wasted no time kicking them halfway across the room. I giggled slightly, laying down on the couch so I was level with his cock. Taehyung threw his head back, his breathing becoming uneven. I licked a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at the top to flick my tongue along his tip. I slowly wrapped my lips around his tip, sinking down slightly before coming back up. I took inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat, sinking down a bit more before coming up. A low moan fell from Taehyung as I swallowed around him, his hips involuntary bucked up into my mouth.
I fought off my gag reflex, hallowing my cheeks around him. I let him face fuck me, his hands roughly controlling my head to please himself. A loud whine fell from him, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up an off. He wrapped his fingers around his base, squeezing. Once he calmed down, he looked up at me. "Okay Miss, your turn." He said before basically pouncing on me. Our lips connected in a rush, molding together as his hands slipped into my jeans. He popped open the buttons with ease, sliding my jeans down my legs. His warms hands squeezed my thighs, coming up to link his fingers with my lace panties.
He pulled away from the kiss, locking eyes with me quickly before sinking down. He gently pulled off the lace, tossing it aside. After a bit, he nipped at my thigh, sucking a bruise. He continued nipping at my thighs, making me get more and more impatient. "Daddy! Please!" I whined, my hips bucking up. He moved, licking a long stripe. I whined as me began sucking on my clit, flicking his tongue every now and then. My hands were buried in his hair, resisting the urge to crush his head with my thighs.
I felt Taehyung's smirk, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pinning me down. I bucked my hips into his mouth, a low moan falling from my lips. "Taehyung, slow down." I whined, my legs shaking in his arms. He did, slowing down his tongue flicks. He let go one of my legs, moving his finger to me gently. Slowly, he pushed his finger in knuckle deep. I couldn't fight the loud moan that fell from me.
"God I fucking love your thighs." He mumbled, drawing circles where one of his arms was still wrapped around me. "So thick and full, so much better than the sticks that throw themselves at me." A small laugh came from me, shaking my head at him. "I'm sure you've had plenty of those sticks in here." He shook his head, drawing his finger out slowly before pushing it back in. I grabbed his wrist, positioning it a bit differently and told him to curl his fingers next time. He followed, hitting exactly where I needed him to. My whole body jerked, making him smile up at me.
"Fuck I've missed you." Taehyung groaned, talking to himself more than anything. I wasn't sure if he meant me, or my heat. I decided not to ask, not wanting to get hurt over something so stupid. His fingers picked up their pace, hitting exactly where I told him. Moans fell from my lips, my head thrown back as I held onto his head. Slowly, I felt an orgasm coming upon me. "Taehyung!" I whined, grabbing his arm and jerking him away. He could easily continue, overpower me completely with just one hand. But Taehyung isn't like that. He became instantly worried."Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?" He asked, panic striking him from all sides.
I laughed, sitting up. I pulled him to me, kissing him as deeply as I could. "No, you're okay. Just, a bit overwhelming." I smiled. He nodded, sitting up. "Is it okay if I continue, I need to stretch you out. I'd hate to hurt you." He said, slightly hesitant with each word he spoke. "Of course. And what happened to the man that was just so cocky seconds ago?" I asked, teasing him. He scoffed, continuing. He started with one finger, slowly adding a second and beginning a scissoring motion.
Small moans fell from me, gripping his arm where I was able to. Looking down, Taehyung still wore his arrogant smile. After he deemed me stretched and ready enough, he sat up and in between my thighs. He looked around for a few seconds, for what I'm assuming is for a condom or something like that. "No condom." I mumbled, making his attention snap back over to me. His cheeks were slightly flushed and eyes full of concern and slight worry. "I'm on the pill." I reassured. "Yeah, but that's not a 100% you won't get pregnant." Taehyung mumbled, still worried. I laughed, shaking my head at him.
"It's pretty damn close, but if you're really that scared go find one. I'll be here waiting for you." I teased, watching his eyes narrow at me slightly. I giggled as he pounced on top of me, pinning my arms above my head with ease. A small smirk grew on my face as I nibbled slightly on his earlobe. "Daddy, please fuck me." Taehyung couldn't resist anymore, positioning himself before easily sliding in. He let out a loud grunt as he bottomed out, his head falling into my neck. "Fuck, when's the last time you've had sex?"
"What? What do you mean?" I asked, slightly panicking at his question. Taehyung slowly pushed himself up, sitting back on his legs with my thighs in his palms. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he slowly slid out before slamming back into me. I jolt of pleasure shot throughout my body. "You haven't been fucked in awhile, no? You're so tight." Taehyung said, placing on of my legs over his shoulder to give him better access. I let out a loud moan as he picked up his pace, gaining a steady and rather quick rhythm. Taehyung was letting out small grunts, his face becoming sweaty and his bangs sticking to his forehead.
"Ah, Taehyung" I whined, grabbing onto his arm as he pounded into me. He scoffed, leaning forward to nail my g-spot. He was folding me in half, basically. "I'll let that one slip, babygirl. But next time you're getting punished." He growled, crashing his lips onto mine while still maintaining his thrusts. As the kiss became rougher, so did his thrusts. The sound of skin hitting skin soon filled the room accompanied by moans. Taehyung's grip was harsh, holding onto my waist and thighs like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I could barely see straight anymore, pleasure washing over me. I smiled, remembering something Taehyung was absolutely weak for. I reached up, taking one of his sensitive buds in between my fingers and flicking it roughly.
He let out a throaty groan, head falling forward slightly. He was focusing on his thrusts, speeding up and slamming harder than before. Profanities spilt from the both of us, gripping onto whatever we could to keep us in place. "Fuck, I'm going to cum." Taehyung moaned, making me smirk up at him. I mumbled a small, then I win. His head shot up, completely forgetting about the dumb bet set long ago. His fingers went straight to my clit, roughly stimulating me. I yelped, holding onto his wrist for dear life while clamping down around him.
His thrusts we're sloppy and more desperate than before, quickly reaching his high. With a few lasts thrusts and moans, he came deep inside of me. As soon as he came, the stimulation caught up and sent me flying over. Bolts of pleasure shot throughout me, my toes curling and head thrown back into the sofa. I ripped Taehyung's fingers away from me, becoming too sensitive. He smirked, sliding his fingers into my mouth. I licked them, rolling my tongue in between. He watched, shaking his head.
My body was shaking, something Taehyung was quick to notice. He laid his body weight on top of me, kissing me with the most passion he ever has. The shaking came to an eventual stop, both of us relaxing for a few seconds. "Well, I guess we both lost." I mumbled, not really knowing how to not make this awkward. Taehyung laughed, shaking his head violently.
"Let's not do that weird thing where you think I'm going to suddenly leave you." He smiled, running his hands up and down my thighs. "I'll go run us a bath." He got up, jogging into the bathroom. I heard water turn on followed by a few drawers opening. After a few moments, he came back and scooped me up into his arms bridle style, making me laugh. Taehyung sat down first, then helping me sit down in between his legs. I let out a small hum, leaning against his torso and relaxing. "You know Taehyung, this is really nice." I smiled, letting him trace little patterns onto my shoulders and chest.
He smiled, kissing my shoulder gently. "Your girlfriend is going to be so lucky, she just doesn't know it yet.", "Well um, I was actually hoping you'd be my girlfriend. And I mean like, official official like dating and going out and doing things together." He laughed, "Not just hook-ups at 3 am.", "Are you serious? You're messing with me?" I calmly said, acting as if I didn't care but the frantic beating in my chest told another story. "Yeah, I've loved you since like high school." Taehyung said, becoming cheesy and acting offended when I made fun of him for it.
"I'd love to be with you Taehyung. I just think it's weird that the youngest CEO in the world is dating a broke college student." I said. "And don't get me wrong, I'm not dating you just because you're a CEO. I actually do love and care about you a lot. I always have cared about you in a more than friends way.", "Stop referring to yourself as a broke college student. You're my best friend since high school, my first ever love and my love now." He said, a dumb smile plastered across his face. I laughed, making fun of him again.
"I'm glad Taehyung. I love you too." I smiled, looking back and pecking his lips. He wore the brightest smile, kissing my shoulders while wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. I smiled, "Jesus Christ I'm happy that dick broke up with me." Taehyung laughed in response, "Get broken up by a dick and then dicked down after. You fucking slut.", I laughed, turning around to punch him in the shoulder. "Says the one that was willing to fuck me right there, on the spot." I said, mocking him. "Hey, you never told me to stop. And if you did you know I would've." He said, beginning to ramble and get cheesy again. "Okay, relax. You just fucked me, don't get all phycological about it." You playfully rolled your eyes.
"You know what?? I am glad that this time you wasted it on me" he lovingly kissed your cheek.
The End.
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BTS hybrid X Reader AU
Part 1 | Part 2
Character (age)
Kim Seokjin- Fox hybrid (28)
Min Yoongi- Jaguar hybrid (27)
Jung Hoseok- G. Retriever hybrid (26)
Kim Namjoon- Wolf hybrid (26)
Park Jimin- Cat hybrid (25)
Kim Taehyung- Panther hybrid (25)
Jeon Jungkook- Rabbit hybrid (23)
Reader- Dr Kang Seo Yoon (27)
Jaehyun- Seo Yoon's best friend and coworker. (25 for the sake of the Story)
Summary
{ Dr Kang Seo Yoon was a very successful researcher and doctor of the hybrids and worked at the hybrid welfare center. She lived with her six hybrids- Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook- who had grown up on her through the years when she found them at the rescue shelters. She was a kind and empathetic person who had used all her resources and knowledge for the betterment of the hybrid species. What will happen when she comes across an injured Panther hybrid Taehyung outside her house and decides to help him regardless of him being hardly human towards her. Will she take him in? Will he become a part of her sweet happy family? }
Chapter 1
The Injured Hybrid
" Wake up noona" Seo Yoon heard the voice of Jungkook shaking her from slumber. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck tickling her with his soft ears. She chuckled at his action and finally got up.
"Aish, kookie where do you get so much energy at 5 in the morning." You said gently rubbing his bunny ears. He purred.
"Noona everyone is sleeping and I have been up for a while. I didn't want to disturb you but you said you have to wake up early for your work today so I thought I should come and see" He said his cute smile on full display a faint shade of red on his cheeks.
"Let's go and make some breakfast for everyone then, you can help me" She said getting down from her bed and following Jungkook towards the kitchen. The 23 year old was always cheerful making sure everyone around him is happy too. For his age he definitely acts like a cute lil toddler but she loved him dearly.
"Kookie I plan on making fried rice and omelette for breakfast. I'll start with the rice could you whisk me some eggs?" She told him and he nodded while grabbing a large bowl and a crate of egg from the fridge.
Seo Yoon was cutting the vegetable when Jin walked in the kitchen his hair a mess. "Good morning Jin oppa" "Good morning hyung" You and Jungkook said at the same time.
She felt gentle hands at your back, untying your apron. “I can take over Y/N, why don’t you go take a bath? You have to be at the center early for the rounds right? " Jin said shaking your hair.
“Thank you oppa, what Would I do without you” she said, stepping away from the stove. If Seo Yoon weren’t cooking, Jin was. He loved the activity ever since you taught him how. Soon enough he surpassed her skills, creating mouth-watering dishes. In thanks, she rubbed his dark fox ears. He leaned into your touch, fluffy tail swaying.
"Noona shall I go and wake all the hyung while you get ready? " Jungkook asked.
"Yes kookie that would be really helpful. Tell them all to brush their teeth and come for breakfast. " She said and walked back to her room to get ready for the day. Seo Yoon and Jaehyun had to work hard today. It was an open out patient day and different shelters were bringing their hybrids for checkups. She took a shower and dressed up in jeans and a formal shirt tying her hair in a ponytail her beautiful bangs covering her forehead. She could hear the commotion of the boys from the kitchen. She took her white coat and some files and walked out towards them.
All of them were sitting on the counter eating their food. All the 6 hybrids looked cute in messy hairs and pyjamas while stuffing their mouths with food. She took out your phone and clicked a picture. The sound of the shutter gathering everyone's attention. Despite most of them being younger than her, she insisted on them calling her by her name as she felt really old though Jungkook still called her noona because he always wanted an elder sister.
" Aahh Seo Yoon, you look so pretty. Come join us for breakfast " Hobi said wagging his tail happily. She went to sit with them patting each of their hair as they smiled at her. Yoongi took her in a hug and passed her a travel coffee container filled with her favorite drink which he made each morning for her. She took a sip and groaned in pleasure while everyone laughed at her love for coffee which she shared with Yoongi. " What would I do without you Yoongi oppa. I can hardly work without your coffee. " She said and sat down to eat her breakfast.
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After breakfast Jimin went and kept her files and coat inside her car and Jin packed her lunch. She picked her bag and was ready to leave. Namjoon came to her and gave her a hug. It was their thing. Every hybrid hugged her before she went out showing affection. She kissed Joonie's cheeks and then hugged Hobi. Jimin and Jungkook group hugged her nearly trampling her on the floor with so much force and enthusiasm. Yoongi kissed her cheek as she went out to her car where Jin was ready to drive her to the center. He liked driving her and would spend an hr with shelter kids helping around and come back in an hour. His dark green silk scarf which acted as a collar sat perfectly on his neck. Jin dropped her at her office saying goodbye and going towards the shelters behind the building.
Seo Yoon entered her building and was immediately met with the strong smell of hospital which she has grown to call home now. She went to her locker and changed into her scrubs and came to her office which she shared with her best friend Jaehyun who as usual was late as always. 10 minutes later you heard the door open and a panting Jaehyun in his scrubs appeared before you.
"I'm sorry I'm late, before you say anything Seo Yoon, Ik it's third time this week and today we have a busy day ahead of us but what can I do I was watching a drama at night and couldn't get up early because of lack of sleep. " He ranted in a breath going on and on about how the protagonist if the drama was so stupid for not understanding the guy loves her.
She shook her head. " Aeyah!! stop talking Jae before I murder you. One day I'll give you a nice trashing for how casually you take me. " She said with a pout. He laughed at her and hugged her as she melted into giggles. She can never be mad at the kid. He was way too sweet and cute.
Somebody knocked at the door and a nurse appeared. " Dr Kang and Dr Jaehyun, the patients are here. We can start with the day. " She said and left.
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Jae and Seo Yoon sat at the table and opened their lunches. Jin always packed food for your best friend who loved his food even though Jaehyun himself was an excellent cook.
"I'm coming to your place for the weekend. I really miss the boys. It's been a while. And this week we even have the Saturday off from shelter duty" Jae said with his mouth stuffed. She has lived so much around boys now that it's hard for her to remember what sophisticated people looked like.
"Why don't you just move in with me. You already live at my place nearly all the time when we aren't working" I scoffed. Her place is more or less like an open motel for her friends to stay in whenever they want considering the size of her big real estate. After her father's demise when she inherited his wealth. She decided to make a big place where she can adopt some hybrids and live happily. It had literally all the required materials a person could need to survive in luxury. She really had spoiled all the boys with 24x7 wifi and gaming.
Jaehyun shook his head and laughed at her scowled face. He loved teasing the older girl.
"Why noona that's an excellent idea. I'll have an amazing time with the boys and get free food. " She got up and punched his arm. She absolutely did not liked being called noona.
"I told you not to call me noona or I'll give you a good trashing. " She angrily chewed on her fish.
"Ayee you are biased Seo Yoon, why does jungkook gets to call you noona and all of us don't. " He teased her further.
"Well if you really want an answer he is more cuter, is good at everything, doesn't gives me a headache every 10 minute and definitely isn't a constant pain in my ass. " She said laughing and Jaehyun threw her a dirty look.
*******
When Seo Yoon left the hospital in the evening it was quite late then usual. Jaehyun had left half an hour ago but she stayed looking at the shelter kids who ran around each other enjoying life without a worry. She had a smile on her face and a tear in her eyes as she walked back to her home. She always liked walking back to home and it wasn't an issue as it was a highly safe residential society with great love for people and hybrid. She felt someone's presence behind her and immediately knew who it was.
"Jin oppa you didn't have to come I was on my way. " She said and turned to see a flustered Jin caught following her. He was worried that she was coming home alone so late and thought to accompany her.
"How did you know it was me? Do you have a secret third eye behind your head or something? " He said and took your backpack from you holding your hands firmly.
"Well I have been around you since the beginning. It's easy to feel your presence. It's a girl thing. " She said and looked in the front. They were very close to their home.
A young man clad in black outfit was walking in front of them. He had a slight limp and looked almost drunk from pain. As if he was drowning his sorrows. He was limping towards the other side when he suddenly disappeared from their eye sight.
"Oppa did you see that? " She asked Jin. Jin pulled her behind him and they both walked quietly towards the road crossing. A black van was parked ans the man from earlier was being pushed inside it. He was being abducted. 2 men pushing him inside. Jin quickly rushed towards the van. He pulled the man from the goons hold and layed the now almost unconscious man on the road side. This gave the goons time to flee. Jin was about to go after them when Seo Yoon stopped him.
She immediately knelt beside the man. He wasn't drunk. He was badly injured. His abdomen was bleeding and his legs were tampered. She tried helping him.
He groaned as she touched him to treat his wounds. He immediately backed up at an inhuman speed. This shook both of them.
"He's a hybrid oppa. We need to help him. " Seo Yoon said and Jin immediately called Yoongi to keep first aid ready.
The hybrid's cap fell from his face revealing two soft black cat like ears. His tale was brilliantly tucked in his pants not giving anything away that he wasn't human. He immediately tried fleeing from the human who looked at her with her almost teary eyes but he couldn't. He did not have the strength. He collapsed in her arms his world going black as the last thing he saw was the beautiful face of a teary eyed angel who somehow did not look like she wanted to harm him like other humans.
Seo Yoon was almost gonna cry after seeing the hybrid. He fell in her arms. His life almost slipping away. Jin picked him up and they rushed inside the house towards the guest room. Yoongi and the boys had kept all necessary medical aid that they know Seo Yoon kept for emergency on a table nearby. They were as astonished as the duo seeing how badly injured this hybrid was.
"What happened to you" Seo Yoon wondered out loud.
A/N: this is my first hybrid au. I hope you all enjoyed this. Please like comment and reblog if you liked it. I'll post next part soon. Put your name in the comment section below to get tagged in the next part.
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relentless | boxer!ch (1)
A/N: my first time publishing my writing on tumblr... im nervous ee. enjoy!! if u’d like to be added to my tag list, send a message to my ask and make sure it’s not anon! also, see who i envision as natalie here and camille here :)
Chapter 1
"I told you, Cami. You pick the bar, you pay."
Camille wasn't too happy by that remark, as she let out an exasperated groan before digging around in her purse, while her best friend pushed out a playful laugh. She grabbed her wallet, slipping out a twenty and handing it to the dark haired girl, who gave a smug smile before turning back to the bartender to order a round of drinks. Natalie ordered a tequila on the rocks for herself and a Bellini for her best friend before taking the time to glance around the venue. It was a little underwhelming, if she was being honest. When she agreed to drinks on a Saturday night with her childhood best friend in her home of downtown Los Angeles, Natalie expected something a little more exciting. Craved something a little more exciting. She had flown in from Michigan and cancelled her plans with her father tonight for the very excuse to get plastered at some nightclub in L.A.—Natalie had a reason to be less than happy when the night she was looking forward to wasn't as she expected. Aside from her disappointment, Natalie couldn't say she was surprised—Camille wasn't one for loud music and mass hoards of drunk people. She was definitely the more sensible one of the pair, only being a few months older but all the more wiser. It'd been that way since grade school, so Natalie didn't expect her best friend to change too much over the past year they'd gone without seeing each other.
"So how's L.A.? Living up to your expectations yet?" Natalie asked as they waited for their drinks. That was the one thing that surprised her about Camille—after graduating university with a degree in law, she made the impulsive decision to pack her bags and move to California. All of their friends had collectively agreed that was more of a Natalie thing to do, and Natalie herself had only furthered that statement. It was out of character, seeing Camille navigate her way through the streets of Los Angeles, but Natalie would be lying if she didn't say it was refreshing to see her best friend stepping out of her comfort zone. It was like all that Natalie had done for Camille during their high school years—dragging her to parties, smuggling in alcohol to their junior prom, getting drunk for the first time together—hadn't just gone to waste, because now Camille was really living. And Natalie liked to think to herself that she was a part of that journey.
"I actually really love it here," Camille answered, flashing her friend a smile as she tucked a stray piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. Natalie didn't miss the way the girl’s blue eyes lit up with excitement, her pink lips twitching into a grin. "Every day I wake up and I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I live here. Like, this is my life now. It's crazy."
Natalie offered a smile, and thankfully Camille missed how it didn't quite meet her eyes. Truthfully, Natalie had always been jealous of the girl. At first, it rooted from her straight A's in school or when she'd been asked to the school dance before Natalie had. Although those stereotypical high school issues still played a big part in Natalie's bottled-up insecurities, the past year had really opened her eyes at how envious she had been of Camille Johnson throughout their entire friendship. It had hit Natalie like a ton of bricks when the older of the two announced her moving to California. Natalie realized how put-together her best friend was, unlike herself. Natalie, crashing on her brother’s couch in a run-down apartment located in the middle of Dearborn, Michigan, was nowhere near put-together. All the while, Camille had moved across the country, found herself a well-paying, long-term job, and resided in a spacious apartment just off the downtown stretch of one of the biggest and most successful cities in the world. Camille worked full-time as a case handler at a law firm in L.A. and was exactly where she wanted to be—Natalie had a mixed degree in business and fashion and was working full-time at Urban Outfitters just to afford being able to sleep on her brother’s couch. It wasn’t her definition of ideal.
"One Bellini and tequila." Natalie was pulled from her thoughts as their drinks were passed across the counter top, and the raven haired girl had to hold herself back from downing the thing in one take.
"You know—" Natalie glanced around, bringing her glass to her lips. She took a sip of her drink, grimacing before tapping her neon orange acrylic nails to the cup. "—This place sucks. I mean, there's like ten people here. And the music isn't even good. And how do you manage to fuck up tequila on the rocks so badly? It's tequila and ice, not rocket science." Natalie didn't bother to lower her voice, which probably wasn't the best move as she could feel the bartender shooting daggers at her from behind the bar.
"Quit being such a buzzkill," Camille said, eyeing the girl who set her drink down with a scoff. She gave the bartender an apologetic smile before turning back to her friend, who was adjusting the straps on her bra. Camille checked her phone. "It's barely eight. I'm sure the place will liven up once the night starts."
"Well, my night started an hour ago," Natalie defended, taking her purse from the back of her chair and hitching it up her shoulder. The girl stepped down from the bar stool she sat at, her black stilettos coming in contact with the hardwood flooring before she looked at the girl over her shoulder. "I'm dipping. You coming or staying, Johnson?"
Rolling her eyes, Camille hopped down too and followed her stubborn best friend out of the bar, leaving their drinks on the counter. Natalie couldn't help but revel in the feeling of pride, the familiar feeling of control that she gained when they stepped outside and she realized the night was back in her hands. Natalie loved Camille, but God, did it ever feel right when she took the reins.
Natalie took a whiff of fresh air and smiled before turning to her friend, swinging an arm around the shorter girl's shoulders. "Me 'n you, CJ. No bar will ever be good enough for the two of us."
"Actually, I was pretty content in there—"
A blast of sirens cut her off, making both of the girls glance down the street out of sheer curiosity. An ambulance whizzed past and turned left onto the road perpendicular to them, and Natalie could feel a smirk crawling across her lips as the sirens dimmed. Camille looked back up at her friend, locking eyes with the dark haired girl before letting out a sort of annoyed-but-knowing sigh. Camille knew that look. It was the look that always got the pair into trouble as teenagers, and would most likely be getting them into trouble as young adults now, too.
"Natalie, no." Camille shook her head, unwrapping herself from the brunette's hold. She lifted a pointed finger, her expression stern. "You and I both agreed on bar hopping tonight. I want to have a good time. That doesn’t include getting into shit with the cops. I don’t need a repeat of senior year," Camille said, recalling the events of a party Natalie had dragged her to during their last year of high school, when the cops showed up and took everyone they could find on the premise into the station. It was Camille’s first—and hopefully last—encounter with the police. She didn’t want another one—one that would be on her permanent record.
"Oh, come on. You want to have a good time? That sounds like a good time," Natalie exclaimed, taking Camille's smaller hand in her's. The reluctant girl groaned as she felt herself being pulled across the street to where a taxi was sitting, and she knew there was no use in arguing with her. Natalie had always been the reckless, don't-think-before-you-do type, and no matter how hard she tried to, Camille could never change her. They'd known each other since third grade and Camille had tried everything in her power to knock some sense into her, but failed miserably. There was no going back when Natalie was set on something, and unfortunately, most times it involved some stupid and dangerous adventure that Camille didn't necessarily feel comfortable with.
"We're not sixteen anymore, Natalie. We can't just go on meaningless adventures and not think about the consequences," Camille whined as the younger girl opened the door to the yellow cab, slipping inside. Camille followed her in nonetheless, her sense of loyalty overpowering her gut instincts. No matter what crazy shit Natalie was getting herself into, Camille was her best friend. She couldn’t let her do so alone.
"Follow those sirens," Natalie told the driver as she flipped her hair over her shoulder before looking over at Camille. The brunette smiled a wicked, mischievous smile, one that Camille knew all too well. "I came to L.A. to have fun, Cami. So let's have fun." They were pulling off the street before Camille even had time to close the car door.
***
The taxi pulled up to a large venue, one that was made of stone and looked older than the Colosseum. The parking lot was packed, and there were a few people lingering outside. It looked to be an arena of some sorts—for what activity, Natalie had no idea. But she did have some intention of finding out.
"This should cover it," the raven haired girl said confidently, leaning forward to hand the taxi driver a twenty dollar bill. The two girls shuffled out of the car, and Camille glanced at her friend with wide, hesitant eyes. Once Natalie had shut the car door, she turned back to Camille and noticed her expression, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We're having fun, Camille. Loosen up. Where there's sirens, there's fun."
"I'm pretty sure that contradicts, like, every law ever."
Ignoring the worried look on the blonde's face, Natalie took Camille's hand in her's and pulled her toward the set of double doors leading into the arena. Loud music blared from inside, the bass heavy and Natalie could feel it in her heart when they entered the building. As soon as they stepped inside, Camille and Natalie were pushed to the side as two paramedics rushed out with a man laying on a gurney, his face bloody and groans spurring out of his lips. He had a splint holding his leg straight, his mouth parted as a stained-red cloth was somewhat stuffed between his lips. Natalie raised her eyes at the sight before looking at Camille excitedly.
"What is this place?" Camille murmured, glancing around. Her hand was still entangled with Natalie's out of fear, and the younger girl dragged them farther inside the venue, towards a plaque that had the word SUNNY'S engraved in silver, bold letters.
"Some sort of recreational center I think," Natalie voiced, retracting her hand as she folded her arms over her exposed chest. The air-conditioning was seemingly turned to high in the building, and Natalie was not dressed for the occasion, sporting a black bodysuit with spaghetti straps, the cleavage cut low to showcase the boob job that she’d invested in last summer, with white skinny jeans and the same coloured heels. She expected California to be warm in the July evening, hence her lack of jacket. Natalie pursed her lips, tilting her head as her eyes scanned down the plaque, reading some of the sponsors underneath.
"What, like a gym?"
Suddenly, a loud roar of cheers erupted from behind a second set of double doors, dragging the girls' attentions over. With a raise of her eyebrows and a quick smirk pulling at her lips, Natalie followed the sound, and Camille was right on her heels.
In the middle of the arena sat a large octagon, guarded with wires and strong pillars at every vertex. Chairs and bleachers rounded the cage, most of which were filled with people invested in the two men fighting in the octagon. The event seemed to be just starting back up again as tensions were high, and Natalie assumed they'd just taken a quick break after the accident that had led her and Camille there.
A man had just come out of a door diagonal to the girls, spiking both of their attentions, and Natalie abandoned Camille to walk over to him. He had dirty blond hair that was slicked back, a statue of around 6'0" and he was looking down at his phone, not paying attention to the girl approaching him before she rested a hand on his leather jacket clad bicep. He looked up.
"Hi, I'm Natalie." The girl flashed him a smile and he raised his eyebrows, sliding his phone in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans.
"I'm Ashton," the boy said politely, giving her a small, confused smile. Natalie used his hesitance to her advantage, cocking her head to the side like a lost puppy. She twirled her long brown hair around her tan finger, batting her false lashes up at the boy.
"Nice to meet you, Ashton. Quick question," Natalie quipped her head to the side, a grin toying on her lips while Ashton's eyes trailed down to her chest that wasn't exactly modestly covered. "What is this place? Some sort of boxing gym or something?"
"Mm, yeah. You could say that." Ashton's eyes lifted back up, meeting Natalie's. "I own the place." He was cute, she thought. Not really her type, but still undeniably attractive. The leather jacket he wore gave off a cool vibe, along with the red tee he sported underneath. His hazel eyes blended nicely with his skin, and dimples pierced his cheeks without him even having to smile. He couldn't be much older than Natalie, but definitely not younger. Ashton seemed to notice her obviously checking him out, as he quipped, "You seem a little lost, love. Did you come here alone?"
A light laugh fell from her red matte lips as Natalie shook her head. She nodded to Camille, who leaned against the wall, consumed by her phone. "My friend and I just came to check the place out." A spark lit up in Natalie's eyes as her lips curled into a smirk. "We just came from her boyfriend's house. Found him with another girl. It's sad, really. Camille always falls for the guys who turn out to be dicks."
She watched as Ashton glanced over, and she didn’t miss the spark in his eyes when he laid them on Camille.
"Sorry. . . You say, her boyfriend cheated on her?" he clarified, lifting his eyes back up to Natalie's brown ones. She nodded, a pout significant on her lips. A look of pity flashed over his face as Ashton mumbled, "That's no good. How's she holding up?"
"Not good," Natalie drawled. "She could definitely use some cheering up. I'm totally helpless here, though. I don't know what to do." Ashton's hazel eyes flickered over with concern, and Natalie would almost feel bad if she knew better—she'd played this game many times before and practically became immune to the feeling of guilt.
"Listen, my friends and I were gonna head out for drinks after the match—I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you guys came along."
A smirk played on Natalie's lips as she internally gave herself a pat on the back. God, a year out of the game and she was still scoring. "I don't know," Natalie pushed, masking her satisfaction with a frown as she crossed her arms, looking back over at an oblivious Camille. "I'm not too sure Cami will be in the mood. I mean, can you blame her? I'd be heartbroken if I found my boyfriend of two years in bed with my sister, too."
Ashton's eyebrows shot up at this, his light brown eyes wide and full of concern. "You sure I can't buy you two a drink later?" Home run.
"I'll see what I can do to convince her," Natalie mused, placing her hand on his bicep gently. Her lips curled up in a not-so-genuine smile and she blinked up at him innocently. "You're sure we aren't imposing, though?"
"Of course not. I'll go check with my friends now," he said with a small smile hinting at his lips. Ashton glanced into the filled arena before looking back at Natalie. "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."
Ashton was disappearing around the corner a moment later and Natalie let out an excited squeal as she approached Camille. The girl looked up, rolling her eyes at the excitement her best friend was practically radiating. “What did you do now?”
"We're having fun tonight!" Natalie sang out, earning a quip of the eyebrow from Camille. Natalie grabbed one of her hands, smiling wickedly. "I got us invited to drinks with a hot guy and his friends. And he's, like, totally into you, so you're welcome." Impressed, Camille raised her eyebrows at her friend and let a sort of smile creep across her lips, only for it to be replaced with a scowl after hearing the next bit. "I may or may not have made up a sob story on your behalf about your boyfriend of two years cheating on you with your sister, but it's okay because you're gonna get laid tonight!"
"You—what?"
"It's fine, Cami!" said a reassuring Natalie, who wasn't doing much to keep to her name. "His name is Ashton and he's tall and handsome and totally wants to fuck you. Not to mention, he owns this place so he must be rolling in money."
"Natalie," the blonde girl grumbled, dropping her hand to instead bring it up to rub her forehead in distress. Camille couldn't believe that she'd fallen for another one of Natalie's childish games—she should've known better. "You can't just do this shit anymore. Setting me up with someone is one thing, but lying to do so is another. I have a reputation to uphold here, and a good job doing what I love that I can't risk for another one of your stupid games!"
Natalie would be lying if she said that Camille's sudden outburst didn't hurt her feelings. But they'd been friends for years, and had fought countless times. Natalie was used to Camille getting upset with her, and she knew that the girl would always come around to forgive her.
That's why, after Camille had stormed off, muttering something about getting some fresh air, and Ashton had approached her again, Natalie flashed him a sweet smile before exclaiming, "She's all in."
The sandy haired boy smiled. "Great. One of the guys fighting in the ring today is with us—name’s Calum. Great dude. You’d hit it off with him, I’m sure.”
“One of the guys fighting?” she repeated before glancing over to the octagon in the middle of the open space. There was two guys in the ring, one of which was sitting on a bench in the corner as another was knelt in front of him. The man kneeling had a black baseball cap on with blond hair sticking out messily, and his whole attire was dark. The man sitting wore only a pair of shorts, shirtless and skin gleaming against the bright lights of the facility. He had tan skin that was littered with tattoos, dark curls on his head that seemed to be damp with sweat as some stuck to his forehead, despite his conscious efforts of running his hand through it. The guy kneeling was talking as the other guy listened, giving a few nods every now and then. Natalie peeled her eyes away, looking back at Ashton. “Which one?”
“The one sitting.”
Natalie used this as an excuse to look back to the ring, admiring the darker skinned boy that Ashton seemingly knew. He was undeniably attractive, and his choice of career—or hobby, whichever it may be— seemed to only further the fact. He was a boxer. The thin layer of sweat building on his skin glistened under the bright lights of the complex, and Natalie noticed the muscles under his bicep—which looked bigger than Natalie’s head—bulging as his grip on the white towel he held tightened. His jaw was clenched, eyebrows lowered while he listened to what the other boy had to say. Natalie was too engaged in the beautiful boy that she hadn’t even realized the additional body present behind her, and only peeled her eyes away from the fighter when she heard her best friend’s familiar voice.
“. . . I’m Camille. It’s nice to meet you.”
Turning her head back to look over her shoulder, Natalie saw a smiling Camille, her cheeks flush with a light pink colour while her blue eyes gazed up at Ashton adorably. Natalie held back a smile; she knew Camille wouldn’t appreciate the I told you so look in front of the boy, so she’d hold it off until later.
“I was just telling Natalie about how I’m friends with one of the guys in the ring,” Ashton explained, never failing to draw Camille’s attention away from him. He didn’t seem to notice her infatuation, though, as he gestured to the octagon. “I own the facility, manage all the guys here. I’ve known Calum for years. The other guy is his trainer, Michael.”
Natalie glanced back over and saw the boy stretched his arms behind his head, continuing to listen to his trainer as he nodded. He began wrapping his fist in white sport tape, shaking his head before saying something to Michael. Natalie wished she could hear their discussion.
“So you manage, like, fights and stuff?” Camille asked. The two engaged in a conversation about Ashton’s job, all the while Natalie’s attention was on the beautiful tattooed boy, not at all aware of another pair of eyes on her.
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Part two here!
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13 Reasons Why Season 3... A Monty and Winston Post...
Dressed in dirty, ragged jeans and an old plaid flannel, complete with a duffel bag and several bruises adorning his body, Monty de la Cruz had never felt so out of place in this world. He stood amongst a swarm of Hillcrest's finest students, a red cup in everyone's hand and music blasting as the sun began to set. There's a huge pool, girls in bikinis and guys half naked, grinning and flirting and having the best time. And all Monty can think about, is how he seems to be staining the happy picture.
But he's been looking for Bryce.
His Dad had come home drunk- a typical weekend at the de la Cruz's, and had immediately started a rampage, first at Monty's mother, and then eventually him. Monty could usually just take some hits before the man passed out but tonight, he'd just kept waling on the boy with any and every object he could find. And Monty decided he needed to leave for the night... or at least a couple nights.
Bryce usually let him stay over when things like that happened. But now, the boy always seemed to be ignoring his calls.
A group of bitches pass him, obviously drunk but they still screw up their noses at him and scoff. He turns around and tightens his jaw, fist clenching hard as he begins to panic. He's not getting help anymore, Bryce cut him off- the bastard. He had nowhere to go and barely enough money for two nights at a motel. Jesus fuck how was he gonna-
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
He rounds on the person who'd spoken and immediately pauses, mouth hanging slightly open.
It was Winston, the boy he'd messed with a couple times.
His defense mechanisms come up. "What does it look like I'm doing here, Williams?"
The boy raises a perfectly groomed brow and gestures at Monty's duffel bag with his half-filled cup.
"Definitely not having a good time. You headed somewhere? And why are you bleeding?"
Monty frowns and touches his face where Winston had pointed out. His fingers come away from his right temple with dark blood. He wipes it off and shakes his head, casually.
"Its nothin', alright?"
Winston seems unimpressed. "Sure."
Monty screws up his face and rolls his eyes. "Look, whatever man, you seen Bryce?"
Winston instantly looks displeased, his grey green eyes assessing Monty seriously.
"Bryce? Why're you looking for him?"
"None of your business Williams. Have you seen him or not?"
"No." Winston finally answers, drinking down the last of his alcohol. One of his friends come up to them and gives Monty a scornful look.
"Dude c'mon, Jax is here."
"Yeah in a minute Red."
The corner of Monty's mouth twitches, and he snorts. "Jax?"
Winston nods. "He's sort of an Alpha male around here. One of them anyway."
"And what, you're his bitch?"
"No." Winston answers with a smile. "But he's interested."
Monty scoffs, his bag still swung over his shoulder. He doesn't know why that thought irritates him so much, but it does. Who the fuck was this Jax? Why the fuck was he interested in Winston? Why the fuck was Winston putting himself out there for some other guy? A voice in his head reminds him that he's not with the boy or whatever. And that he needs to calm down.
"I gotta get outta here." He grunts instead, pushing past Winston to leave.
"Hey- wait..." The raven-haired boy calls, hastening after him, tossing the cup into a trash bin on the way. Monty keeps walking.
"Hey," he calls, hand gripping the boy's shoulder so fast that Monty rounds on him with a growl, causing him to freeze. He holds both hands up, assuming a much less threatening stance.
"I'm sorry."
Monty barely looks affronted by his actions however. He just seems incredibly uncomfortable and desperate.
"Whatever."
Winston shakes his head. "No, look- ...do you... d'you wanna go back to my place? Y'know, to chill? I- you- you can stay with me until Bryce shows up I guess?"
There's a subtle change in Monty's expression that almost makes Winston hopeful. The hardened lines of tension on his face gradually soften into something much more calm and his eyes don't have as much heat in them. Now, he just looks tired. Exhausted. And beat into the ground like some discarded piece of garbage that had been rolled over by several cars on a highway.
A couple minutes later, Winston makes good on his offer and takes Monty back to his house. His parents were gone, as usual and he had the entire place to himself. He's grateful and he can tell that Monty is too, the way he just sinks into Winston's bed, clothes and shoes still on. His eyes flutter shut for a minute as Winston shuffles about here and there, doing random things in particular.
The next time Monty comes to, it's still night, but Winston's in different clothing and he himself, is dressed in nothing but his boxers. He frowns, nearly shooting off the bed in apt confusion.
"The hell...?" He mutters, yawning while he frowns at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Hey," Winston greets, causing Monty to nearly lose his shit.
"The fuck- Jesus man, scared the crap outta me."
A genuine flicker of worry flashes across Winston's face for a moment before he offers the Latinx an uneasy smile.
"I made dinner."
"Dinner? Damn, how long was I out?" Monty groans, stretching lazily like a house cat.
Winston gives him a funny look and swallows hard before speaking. "Monty, you've been out for a day."
The brunette glares at him but his eyes become unfocused. He looks more scared than angry and that irks Winston.
"What? What d'you mean a whole day?"
Winston shrugs from the doorway, arms crossed. "I mean, you've been at my house since Saturday night. It's Sunday now."
Monty looks over to the alarm clock on the nightstand and frowns as the red, glowing, 8:46PM glares back at him. A feeling of dread snakes down his stomach and he buries his head in his hands, perched on the edge of the bed like some kind of worrying statue. Winston approaches him gingerly, moving to eventually stand between the boy's legs, gazing down at him sadly.
"Before you passed out, you told me that... you needed some painkillers. And I asked you if they were for the bruises. And you said maybe. So I gave you two, and then you asked for more. Said that you wanted to OD... then you passed out."
Monty's fingers don't lose their punishing grip on his hair. He keeps pulling until Winston's gentler hands remove them, replacing them on his hips instead. He feels the boy's grip tighten, his nails digging into soft flesh- hisses but doesn't remove the boy's hands. Instead, he cards his own fingers through Monty's short hair, soothing the disturbed strands, petting the boy easily.
"My Dad was on a rampage Saturday. One of his usual, drunken terror-tantrums. Came after me with a hammer, I didn't have a choice. Grabbed some clothes and cash and got the hell outta dodge."
Winston tries his best to conceal the horrified look in his eyes but he can't seem to bring himself to it.
"That's why you were looking for Bryce. You were looking for a place to crash." He surmises instead, heart breaking as Monty buries his face in his stomach, holding on for dear life.
"He used to let me stay in his Grandfather's lakehouse just behind the main mansion... guess he cut me off."
"Why?" Winston asks out of genuine curiosity.
Monty scoffs, voice muffled by the boy's t-shirt.
"Cos I'm a monster."
Winston screws up his face in abject confusion. "According to Bryce... who was charged for raping multiple girls..."
"He's seriously trying to change y'know." Monty mutters defensively, not even sure why he's still protective of Bryce's image. He guessed it was the desperate boy still inside of him; still afraid to lose it all. Afraid that if he didn't have all the help he got from his friendship with Bryce, he would surely fall into ruin at the merciless hands of his father and eventually end up in jail or dead.
"Okay. But what makes you a monster?" Winston urges, his soft voice oddly calming.
Monty closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I've done things, Winston."
"What kind of things?"
"Terrible things. I'm the typical mean jock at every high school and no matter how much I try to be a good person... things- ...things never seem to work out that way. I can never change. As long as I'm trapped in that house with my Dad, I know it's only a matter of time before I turn out to be just like him."
He's sobbing by the time he's finished, tears soaking into Winston's shirt. The boy just holds him tighter, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, telling him that it would all be okay and that he was there.
"There's good in everybody. Trust me." He murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of the brunette's head.
"Not me... how can you even say that? After what I did to you at that party-"
"You were in a bad place then. I don't hold it against you. I would never do that."
"Why?" Monty demands through gritted teeth and he's finally staring straight into Winston's eyes this time.
Winston frowns for a second. "Why wouldn't I hold it against you?"
"No- why d'you care? Why d'you even give a shit about my sorry ass?"
The boy thinks hard for a moment, biting his lower lip before grinning slightly. "It's a nice ass."
The amused snort from Monty seems to be in complete contrast to the tears streaming down his face but it doesn't seem weird. It looks... right.
"You're an idiot, Winston Williams."
Winston grins cheekily down at the boy before growing somber again.
"But I'm your idiot, right?"
Hazel eyes glisten up at him, carrying the emotion of a thousand heartbeats as Monty nods shakily, unused to such tenderness.
"Yeah of course. Mine."
The raven-haired boy can't help the stupid giggle that bubbles from his throat as he lowers himself to press a gentle kiss to Monty's bruised lips. The brunette closes his eyes and sighs into the liplock, giving himself a break as all the tension releases from his body. The gash splitting his brow didn't even bother him that much anymore.
"And what am I?" He asks the boy, just out of curiosity, because his restless heart and soul could never truly be sure of what was affection from tolerance. "To you?"
Winston considers him for a moment, that endearing smile still on his face as his eyes sparkle. He settles in bed, with Monty curled up against him, head on his chest, idle fingers playing with his t-shirt.
"You're-" He starts but then pauses when those hauntingly beautiful eyes blink up at him, hopeful. Then he smiles and kisses Monty on the forehead.
"You're everything."
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