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not-another-hockey-blog · 5 years

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Insomniac’s Lullaby: Tyler Seguin & Jamie Benn

Request: No I just wanted some Fluffy Poly Benn and Seggs (I had a dream about it last night ngl)

Warnings: None really just some fluff, mentions of insomnia, Polyamory

Tyler shifted under the covers, his sleep ridden body rolling to where you usually slept between him and Jamie, his arm reaching across the space to try and pull you against him for some much needed cuddles only for it to meet Jamie’s solid, hairy pectoral.

“Y/n?” he mumbled sleepily, slowly drifting to a wakeful state once he realized you were no longer in bed with them. “Benny,” Tyler groaned, trying to get the attention of Jamie who was snoring away. “Jamie!” this time he smacked his palm against his chest where it had once rested, Jamie letting out a startled snort as the snore he was midway in got caught in his throat.

“What, what’s going on?” Jamie questioned, his head lifting off the pillow as he looked around the darkened room in confusion before his eyes met Tyler. “What the fuck man? Why’d you wake me up?” he asked and Tyler could see him rubbing the spot.

“Notice anything missing?” Tyler shot back and it took Jamie almost a full minute and a couple hand swipes in the space between them in his sleep drunk state for him to realize that, yeah, something was missing.

Jamie let out a sigh before throwing the sheets that pooled around his waist off and placing his feet on the floor as he sat up. “Let’s go find her.” he mumbled as he stood, dragging his feet as he stumbled through the dark bedroom towards the door with Tyler right behind him, both of them noticing the light creeping into the crack at the bottom of the door.

They both squinted as soon as Jamie threw the door open, the bright light assaulting their eyes as they stumbled into the hallway. “Y/n?” Jamie yelled into the eerily quiet house, both of them waiting for a response but not receiving one. “Fuck.” they muttered in unison before they began their search.

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You had your earphones in, music not exactly blaring but at a volume where you could drown out all outside noise. Marshall, Cash and Gerry were all watching your antics from where they laid just outside the basement bathroom door. You were happy with the little audience you had as you continued your 2 a.m cleaning frenzy, it made you feel less lonely.

Secondary insomnia was no joke, your were exhausted mentally and physically but your brain would not shut off. You had managed to get maybe an hour or two of sleep, mainly because Jamie and Tyler had all but trapped you in their tangle of limbs. But it made you feel secure and safe. The second they moved and you felt the weight of them disappear you woke up, the clock on the bedside table reading 1:26 a.m and you groaned, throwing an arm over your tired eyes in hopes you could fall back asleep; wrong.

You slowly wiggled your way down the bed, ducking under the covers as you inched towards the foot of the bed before finally emerging like a newborn. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure neither of your boyfriends had been disturbed by your blanket escape, relieved to hear Jamie still snoring and Tyler sprawled out with his leg dangling off the edge of the bed.

That was 2 hours ago and so far you had managed to clean the kitchen, start some laundry, let the dogs out and were now working on the basement bathroom. You felt like you were going to drop any second from exhaustion and you didn’t know if you should be happy about it because you would finally be able to sleep, or terrified of injuring yourself in the fall.

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“Where are the dogs?” Tyler asked as they moved to the main floor of the house. You weren’t on the second floor and so far they hadn’t found you, or the dogs, on the main floor either.

“I hope she didn’t decide to take them for a walk.” Jamie groaned as he ran his hands down his face. It was nearing 4 a.m and god knows how long you had been gone before they noticed.

“You don’t think-” Tyler began, eyes going wide at the thought of something happening to you and worry began to set in. They both knew that when you were stressed out you couldn’t sleep and on more than one occasion they found you passed out in odd places. But the very real fact that you could be passed out on the side of a road or something, with the dogs, made his heart hammer in his chest. “Marshall? Gerry? Cash?” Tyler yelled into the house. He was met with happy barks and the sound of paws barreling up from the basement stairs.

“Well now we know where she is.” Jamie said as the 3 labs came rushing towards the 2 men with tails wagging, rubbing against their legs in demand for pets. Tyler squatted and gave them each a couple scratched to their ears as he praised them.

“Where’s mommy, is she downstairs?” he asked his dog children as Jamie rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he pat the dogs on the head. Both men descended into the basements rec room, the door to the bathroom directly to their left and they immediately saw you, broom in hand and hips swaying as you danced along to whatever was playing in your earbuds.

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You were just about finished in the bathroom opting next to start organizing around the rec room and finishing the laundry when 2 sets of arms wrapped around you from behind. A startled scream left your lips, the earbuds being taken out of your ears gently and you would have twisted around to face whoever it was but the tangle of arms around your torso restricted your movement.

“Relax babe it’s just us.” Tyler said in your ear, both men placing a kiss to your shoulders. You should have known it was them but in your sleep deprived state your mind had wandered to the worst possible outcome and you were convinced for a split second that this was how it ended; blood getting on everything you had just cleaned and you didn’t know if you should be sad or angry about that scenario.

“Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.” you said as you managed to free one of your arms and placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating rapidly as your chest heaved in ragged breathes to calm your nerves.

“Well we could say the same to you.” Jamie said as they both released their tender holds on you and allowed to turn to look at them finally. Tyler ran his thumb across your cheek just beneath your eye, his brown ones showing more life than yours at this point.

“How long have you been awake, babe?” Tyler asked, his voice concerned. “Your eyes are bloodshot.” you had made a point not to look in the mirror knowing you probably looked like death but now you couldn’t stop yourself. Tyler was right, your eyes were red and you looked like you hadn’t slept in months.

“Too long,” you whispered at your reflection, breaking contact when you felt Jamie hoist you up onto his shoulder, too tired to fight him as you let your arms and hair dangle down his back.

“Alright, let’s go beautiful.” He said as he began his ascent back up the stairs on his way back to the bedroom. Tyler grabbed your right hand, holding it gently as he followed behind Jamie, his thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin and it was almost enough to lull you to sleep.

Jamie placed you down gently in the middle of the mattress, Tyler immediately sliding in and placing his arms around you with Jamie following suit soon after. “Now stay here.” Tyler mumbled into your hair, his lips leaving gentle kiss to your forehead and cheeks.

“Get some sleep, darling.” Jamie whispered, his lips ghosting your shoulder as he spooned you from behind. Both men hummed contentedly against your skin, the feeling so soothing it had you drifting off to sleep in no time.

#Jamie Benn #jamie benn imagine #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #poly bennguin #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey imagines #hockey #hockey imagine

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renaer-is-allegedly-hot · 4 years

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session 14 notes

TO CLARIFY IN THIS SESSION AERANA DID N O T TOUCH ADAM’S BUTT SHE SLAPPED HIM AT THE NOTION AND IT’S A GOOD THING HE TOOK 11 DAMAGE AERANA HAS NO REGRETS also am i sorry for this format ? eh not really anymore

• Sylvia's siblings r screaming

• Dom broke his brother's headphones

• oh god we're starting but I'm still trying to fROST MY CAKE

• Yava I think her name is is like ok gonna join y'all

• Adam's racist

• GUESS EVERYONE HATES DROWS LMFAO

• Yava hates drows?

• Yava's gonna help protect the house

• I currently cannot breathe because there is a dirty diaper being changed around me and it is

• Aerana theo and asyna r downstairs

• Adam busts down the door and tells asyna to cook

○ Pushing yava into our house

○ "hi everyone this is yava this is my bard teacher she's gonna b basically our security for tonight"

○ Yava tugs on adam's shoulder and gestures to the pile of bodies

§ "yava remember when I said I got attacked last night . This was our self defense pile"

§ Yava apologizes to us for the nature of our circumstances

§ "if any of my friends - or you - " ok a/n: adam has put a suspicious amount of trust in yava given the amount of time and I'm shook

• Outside entrance doors

• Door opened by someone not a member of adam's party or by yava after dark, then spell set off

• All of our windows have been blown up but were boarded up

• Adam puts glyphs on doors and windows they used to get in last time and on basement hatchet and one on kitchen entrance

○ Making them all cold

○ Den on the second floor?

○ I wanna eat my cake

○ Glyphs will unspell around 8 a.m. the next day

○ I !! Wanna eat my cake :)

○ "when u wake up tmrw morning can u deactivate all the spells"

§ She would not b able to reactivate it if we did that

○ It won't dispel until the three days r over

• Jacob forgot celandine's name

• There r street vendors

• There's no ice box like no place to keep drinks cool in the house and apparently that's weird

• We need to feed yava

• "if asyna ,,, turned into a pig" marguerite, 2020

• Dom brings up lotr count: 1

○ Specifically namedrops "the fellowship of the ring" count: 2

• We're going grocery shopping

• Adam and asyna and theo r gonna go grocery shopping ? 18 for investigation

○ Not rlly grocery stores but ppl selling food everywhere

○ I want . Grilled chicken

○ Or like fried chicken

○ chicken

§ Maybe I'll microwave the pasta I made for dinner w some extra cheese on top

• Adam gets pork loins, potatoes, green beans, butter, bread, garlic, salt and pepper (which we have), strawberry sponge cake, heavy cream, chardonnay

○ Cel is making way back to house

○ Perception check, aerana 6

○ Aerana is looking around, sees yava making rounds; yava doesn't seem to treat aerana any differently

○ Eventually aerana sees cel arrive

○ Cel gets back

§ The bodies r not there anymore

□ IT SMELLS LIKE MISTLETOE

□ There is no mistletoe

• "heh. That could be scary" dom, 2020

• I'M H U N G R Y

• "tuesdays are pork loin nights" adam 2020

• Theo works on potatoes

• Cel pops in

• "adam did you make the garlic bread like I asked you to" theo, 2020

• Adam makes cooking intelligence check, 15

• Dinner is done

• Yava is done with one of the spells

• Something's happening I tuned out for two seconds

• Yava no longer considers self as one who goes on adventures but is now asking for our motivation for seeking this treasure

• Yava asks us for our motivations

○ Adam: revenge on bingbong

○ I don't remember the rest but it's not for the money

• Yava says she admirers the nobler goal of keeping the gold out of the hands of the xanathar guild

○ We don't know what we'll do w gold; cel is on team chuck-it-into-the-ocean

○ Could throw it into typ pit

• Oh my god. My cake slaps.

○ I want to focus on what yava is saying rn basically she's proposing we return the money if/when we get it but MY C A K E S L A P S

○ I N C R E D I B L E

○ Yava thinks there's a need for the money

• We don't know if yava is gonna report us

• Adam is gonna feed ot

○ Adam scoots the food back

○ Adam walks upstairs and says he's gonna b gone for five minutes and doesn't come back

• Cel asks yava abt her adventuring days

○ Was part of a nobles court years ago

○ Pirates too ig

○ I want cheese I want pasta with cheese

○ Has been to island of chault

○ Am I microwaving my pasta uh yes

○ Bet my fbi agent is judging me for how I'm reaching for my pasta from the microwave to avoid unplugging my earbuds

• Theo asks for advice from yava

○ Advises us to be safe but also to seek adventure where we can

○ Can get in over our head tho

○ MAN THIS PASTA IS G O O D I PUT MOZZARELLA ON TOP BRUHHHH

○ Yava is spending the rest of her time still guarding our house

• Never have I ever

○ Adam

○ Aerana

○ Theo

○ Cel

○ Asyna

§ Been in a relationship

§ Been outside of waterdeep

§ Had drugs

§ A good relationship w parents

§ Not had Pets

§ Worn pajamas

§ Thrown up on someone

§ Education

§ Talked to a god or deity

§ Eaten meat

□ Asyna is a vegetarian but made the best pork loin

§ Met my mom

§ Swallowed a key

○ Asyna wins

§ Adam has to kiss ot

□ "this is super important the xanathar r upstairs" tells him to whisper kisses him on the forehead then runs upstairs

§ Cel and theo have to be one big person, go find yava and have a short chat as one person

□ Takes aerana's cloak

□ "do you want to be the top or bottom"

□ Theo is legs cel is heads and arms

○ Aerana has to hug everyone

§ Slaps adam when he accuses her of touching his butt; 11 damage

§ It's canon aerana can't hug

○ Cel sits on theo's shoulders (doing this bc yava is back)

§ Adam gives them a mustache w the purple wig

§ Gave up on walking in coordination

§ Yava is in kitchen standing near entrance, eyes closed kneeling, focusing on spell

§ Plans change cel and theo r gonna go to fallah's shop

§ They're gonna do it the next day w yava actually

• It's abt 11

○ Before yava leaves n during theo's shift, hear a knock at front door

○ Theo looks through peephole

§ Dwarf at the door wearing a guild uniform

§ Two other ppl w her

§ Gnome w them, one appears to b taller

□ Female dwarf, male gnome, somebody taller

□ Yava looks through the peephole and says they don't look to b armed

□ Theo opens the door a crack; the ppl had been repeatedly knocking

□ "female dwarf woman"

□ Half moon spectacles n long ponytail + taller human woman w cropped hair

□ They're all wearing a uniform

□ Utilitarian brown clothes

§ "hello there my name is kalima n these r mertram and harriet; members of one of the city guilds the plumbers guild"

□ Informed by city watch of magical explosion

□ Theo says to reschedule their inspection

□ Theo roasts n says they should've come earlier

® 5 persuasion check

□ They'll come back in two days

□ Lmao lavinia we learning

□ They step down the stairs and confer on the doorstep as leaving

® Look around house and discussing + carrying out informal measurements

® Can't hear anything then they walk away

□ Tells whoever has next watch what happened

□ Yava leaves during adam's watch

® Before she leaves adam thanks her for her work + says he's glad she's become a relevant character in this campaign

® "don't thank me yet adam"

• That's it

• Lord of the rings mention counter: 2

#sn #14 #dnd #d&d #wdh

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ringa-starr · 5 years

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What You Mean to Me Ch 8

A/N: Hey all my lovely dudes and dudettes! I really hated to do this but, I decided to split up part 8 because it was becoming too overwhelming and I didn’t want to keep you guys reading forever.

That being said, please enjoy this chapter and please like, comment, and give me your reactions..or don’t it’s up to you ;)

Anyways stay excellent, breathtaking, and for the love of God be excellent to each other.

I love you guys

-Deidra <3

Deidra stopped walking when she could see her house in the distance, the sun having set ten minutes ago.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, she willed herself to calm down, her hurting heart pounding in her chest as she slowly wiped her face with both hands, taking her sweet time walking up her sidewalk.

Relief mixed in with a bit of disappointment washed over her at the sight of Barry’s car not being in the driveway.

She could have really used the comfort of her twin right then.

‘He must still be out with Lainey”, Deidra said to herself as she walked up the driveway to the front door.

Sighing, Deidra opened the door, being met with the faint sounds of Adam playing Super Mario Brothers 2 downstairs in the basement as well as the sight of her dad sitting in his favorite lounge chair in the living room, watching Gilligan’s Island with Lucky curled up in his lap.

Hearing the door open, Lucky’s furry little head popped up, her tongue sticking out as she jumped out of Murray’s lap and ran as fast as her furry little legs would carry her to Deidra.

“Hey, girl!” Deidra greeted the puppy softly with forced enthusiasm, forcing a big smile on her face as well.

Slightly leaning down, Deidra picked the small, white Cockapoo up, Lucky immediately licking the teenager’s face with wet, loving doggy kisses.

Deidra’s forced smile turned into a real small one as Lucky’s kisses caused her to giggle.

“Thank you for the kisses, baby”, she said, rubbing Lucky’s cold, wet nose against her own right before Lucky started licking her face again.

“Thank you for the kisses”, Dedra repeated in a baby voice, causing her to laugh a little harder.

“Hey, moron”, Murry said from his spot in his chair, not taking his eyes off the tv. “Keep it down. I’m trying to watch tv in here,”

“Sorry, Dad”, Deidra apologized with a lighter smile before walking upstairs with Lucky in her arms.

After opening her bedroom door, Deidra placed Lucky on her bed, the puppy immediately going over to one of her owner’s fluffy throw pillows and trying to find a comfortable spot on it before lying down, curling herself up in a nice, little ball of curly, white fluff.

Deidra laughed at the sound of Lucky’s soft, deep breathing being heard a few minutes later indicating she was sound asleep.

Smiling, Deidra petted the puppy on the head as her personalized ring tone for Emily went off in her pocket.

“Hey”, Deidra greeted her best friend after answering her phone.

“Hey”, Emily replied, sticking a mini pretzel stick in her mouth as she lay on her stomach on her bed, a magazine laying open in front of her. “How’d it go?”

“With my parents or Ted?” Deidra asked.

“Both really”, Emily answered honestly, “but I was thinking more about Ted. Did he take the news okay?”

“Oh, Em it was awful”, Deidra admitted, feeling her heart hurt again.

Emily’s eyes widened, not expecting this at all.

“Why? What happened, Dee?” she asked.

Deidra did her very best to tell Emily the whole story without breaking down again, and surprisingly, she succeeded.

“What?!” Emily cried a lot louder than she intended once Deidra had finished her story.

Meanwhile outside Emily’s room, River was walking down the hall towards his own bedroom, gently tossing a shiny red apple in the air.

He stopped when he heard his sister’s exclamation, carefully pressing his ear to her closed bedroom door.

“You mean to tell me”, Emily said slowly, her voice filling with more anger by the minute as she sat on the edge of her bed, “that you told Ted that you’re pregnant with his baby and he just denied it like that…and even denied you two had something between you?!”

Deidra nodded, even though she knew Emily couldn’t see her.

“Pretty much, yeah”, was her reply.

Outside his sister’s bedroom door, River clenched his beautiful white teeth in anger as he threw the apple he was holding on the hardwood floor before running to his room.

Hearing a door slam open and closed a few times, Emily looked at her own bedroom door nervously out of the corner of her eye.

“Uh, Dee”, she finally said slowly and just as nervously into the phone. “Let me call you back. I think River might need my help with something.”

“Okay”, Deidra answered. “I need to go talk to my parents anyway.”

After wishing her best friend luck, Emily hung up and placed her cell phone in the pocket of her pajama shorts before rushing out of her bedroom only to see River with his jean jacket on, a metal baseball bat clutched in his fist.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Emily cried out, eyes wide as she hurried after her brother, following him down the stairs, his long, golden hair hitting her in the face a few times she was that close behind him.

At the bottom of the stairs, Emily reached out and shoved the barely open front door closed, River’s free hand still on the doorknob.

“Emmy, let me go!” River growled, fire in his diamond blue eyes. “I need to teach that bastard a hard lesson!”

“River, don’t do this!” Emily cried, knowing exactly what he was planning on doing. “You have a reputation to uphold!”

“To hell with my reputation!” River cried, his heart pounding in his chest as he thought about his sister’s best friend. “Deidra’s like another sister to me and to know someone’s hurt her and I don’t do anything-“

River cut himself off, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, his lips formed in a thin line, the bat still clutched in his hand.

“River please”, Emily begged, trying to convince her brother otherwise. “Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

River let out another slow, deep breath, Emily feeling his tense body relax a bit as she gripped his arm tight.

“You know what, Em”, he finally said, slowly opening his eyes and looking at his younger sister. “You’re right. I do need to think this through.”

Emily let out the breath she was holding as she released her hold on her brother, a small smile crossing her face.

“Good”, she sighed. “T-This is good. I’m sure everything will work out, Riv. Maybe you could give Ted a call and-“

“Oh, no”, River cut her off just as calmly. “I’m going to do better than that.”

“Good”, Emily said again. “Wh- “

River threw the door open, a scowl on his handsome features, the cold wind sending his hair flying back.

“In order for me to really get my point across…I’m going to need a bit of help”, River announced, showing his sister the sinister smirk on his face before running out of the house and into his white 2010 Volkswagen Rutan.

“What?!” Emily exclaimed, eyes as big as plates and she worked to get her flip flops that were sitting by the front door on as quick as she could.

“N-N-N-No wait!” she cried, hurrying out the front door quickly, slamming it behind her. “River!”

Back at the Goldberg’s Adam had just reached the top of the stairs from the family’s downstairs area and met Deidra halfway in the living room.

“Hey, Deidra”, Adam greeted his older sister with a wide smile. “Do you wanna play D&D with me? I’ll let you be Dungeon Master.”

Deidra smiled warmly and gave Adam a quick hug.

“Maybe”, she said, “but right now I really need to talk to mom and dad about something important.”

Adam nodded.

“It’s ok”, he said. “I can wait.”

Adam followed his sister into the kitchen where their mother was cooking dinner, Deidra sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Hey my little, Snuggle Monsters!” Beverly greeted the two when she heard them come into the kitchen. “I hope you two are hungry. It’s meatloaf night!”

“Yes!” Deidra sighed, a big smile on her face. “I’m starving!”

Beverly turned from where she was standing at the stove and smiled at her younger daughter.

“I’m glad to hear that, Shmoopy”, she said with a loving smile before she kissed Deidra’s head. “You had me a little worried there for a bit.”

She walked back to the stove, stirring a small pot full of green peas.

“It seems like you really haven’t had much of an appetite these past few days.”

Deidra felt her blood suddenly go cold, nervousness surrounding her as she remembered what she had to tell her parents.

She tried to force the smile back on her face as her mother laughed before adding, “I was actually going to take you to the doctor if- “

“Bevy!” Murray’s voice cried from the living room before walking into the kitchen a moment or so later. “There’s something wrong with the tv!”

“I’ll help you fix it, Dad”, Adam offered, placing his glass of orange juice on the table.

“Um, actually Dad I’m glad you’re in here”, Deidra admitted, getting more nervous by the minute, “because I really need to talk to you and mom about something.”

Murray shrugged before sitting down across from his daughter at the table.

“Might as well”, he sighed. “Looks like I’m not going to get to see the end of Gilligan’s Island tonight.”

“Dad”, Adam said in a nonchalant voice, “they don’t get off the island.”

“Shmoopy”, Beverly said as she turned the stove down and walked over to the table, sitting down beside her husband, concern lacing her voice. “What’s the matter?”

Deidra sighed, playing with her hands in her lap before noticing that Adam was still in the room.

“Adam, can I talk to mom and dad alone?” she asked. “Please?”

Adam nodded before downing the rest of his juice.

“Okay?” he replied, confusion filling his own voice. “Umm I’ll go look at the tv, Dad.”

With that he left the room.

“Alright”, Murray said once Adam had left. “What’s going on?”

Deidra looked down at her hands again, afraid to look back up at her parents.

“This is so hard to say”, she admitted quietly, “but I have to.”

“Deidra?” Beverly asked, getting more concerned by the minute.

In the living room, Adam was trying to figure out what was going on with the tv when the front door opened, Barry and his girlfriend Lainey walking in arm-in-arm.

“Hey”, Barry greeted Adam. “Where is everyone?”

“In the kitchen”, Adam replied, turning to look at his brother. “Deidra wanted to talk to Mom and Dad alone.”

A mixture of confusion and concern came over Barry as he quietly pressed his ear against the closed kitchen door.

“Barry”, Lainey quietly scolded her boyfriend. “You shouldn’t spy on them!”

“Why didn’t I think of this?” Adam asked just as quietly as he pressed his own ear to the door.

“Because you’re not as smart as me, dork”, Barry replied with a prideful smile.

Lainey frowned and shook her head.

“What’s going on, Dee?” Beverly asked from where she sat at the kitchen table.

Tears filled Deidra’s eyes as she looked up at her parents’ faces.

“I’m pregnant”, she told them before breaking down in tears, covering her face with her hands.

“WHAT?!” Murray, Barry, and Adam cried in shocked unison.

Beverly’s only response was her eyes growing as big as plates, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes slowly filling with tears of her own.

Deidra put her head down on the table and started crying.

“Y-You can’t be”, Beverly gasped, not know what to feel at that moment.

“I am”, Deidra insisted, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Murray was suddenly like a ticking time bomb, getting ready to explode, his face getting redder and redder and his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“WHAT KIND OF DUMB ARE YOU?!” Murray finally exclaimed, his voice filled with anger as he jumped up on his feet, knocking his chair over in the process.

“Murray, calm down”, Beverly told her husband calmly, gripping his arm.

Before Murray could respond, the kitchen door opened, and a still shocked Barry walked in.

“D-Did I hear that right?” he asked.

“Bear-“Deidra began only to be cut off by her twin.

“Are…you…pregnant?” Barry basically growled, anger welling up inside him as well.

Deidra only nodded her head yes before looking down at her hands again.

“Okay”, Barry said while nodding his head, his voice full of determination. “Okay…I’m killing him.”

“Barry don’t!” Deidra begged, tears falling down her face.

“We don’t even know for sure yet”, Beverly pointed out. “It could have been a fake positive.”

“12 false positives?” Deidra asked in a quiet voice.

“What?!” Murray and Barry cried again in perfect unison before Murray sank down in his chair, rubbing his temples.

“That bastard!” Barry growled.

Beverly reached out and gave Deidra’s hand a gentle squeeze, Lainey and Adam walking in the kitchen.

“I’ll make you a doctor’s appointment for first thing in the morning”, she told Deidra.

“And if you’re really pregnant”, Murray added, fire in his eyes, “you’re out of here!”

“What?!” Deidra cried.

“You heard me!” Murray yelled back. “I won’t have a little whore living under my roof!”

Everyone in the room gasped at that, Deidra feeling her heart shatter.

“Murray!” Beverly cried as Deidra sobbed uncontrollably in Barry’s arms, her older brother stroking her back and kissing her head.

Before anyone else could say anything, the doorbell rang, Adam hurrying to answer it.

There on the Goldberg’s front porch stood River with Emily a couple steps behind him, his arms down to his sides and still clutching the baseball bat in his hand.

“I guess you guys know now too, huh?” Emily asked, seeing everyone walk out into the living room, Deidra’s eyes still filled with tears.

Murray nodded and grinned at the bat in River’s hand.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Mr. Goldberg?” River asked with a deviant smile.

The older man grinned and nodded his head.

“Indeed, I am, River”, the older man replied. “I really am.”

“Okay, now let’s just stop for a moment and take a deep breath”, Beverly said as she stepped in front of the two. “Let’s try talking this out like adults.”

“Talk about what?” Murray demanded. “How some dumbass, good-for-nothing teenage boy got my daughter pregnant?!”

“Oh, so now I’m your daughter?” Deidra snapped. “I thought I was just a little whore on the street to you!”

At this, River and Emily’s jaws dropped as well.

“You watch how you talk to me, young lady!” Murray commanded. “Or I’ll throw your ass out right now!”

Lainey gently took Barry’s arm.

“C’mon”, she said softly. “Let’s go get a snack.”

Reluctantly, Barry followed his girlfriend into the kitchen, Adam not too far behind.

“That bastard’s gonna get it!” Barry growled, slamming his fist into his other hand before sitting down at the kitchen table with Adam.

“Barry”, Lainey said as she opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk, “like your sister said please don’t.”

“That little bastard got my sister…my twin sister pregnant, Babe!” Barry exclaimed. “He needs his ass beat!”

“No, you don’t need to do that”, Lainey said as she placed a glass of milk in front of Adam and Barry before setting down a plate of chocolate chip cookies in the middle of the table.

She then sat down at the table with her own cup of milk. “You could go to jail.”

“Then I’m going to”, Adam spoke up.

“You’re eleven and he’s seventeen”, Barry replied. “You can’t do a damn thing, Adam.”

“Shut up, Barry”, Adam snapped back. “I will for either one of my sisters!”

“Neither one of you is killing him!” Lainey spoke up. “Look that unborn child needs a father and if you kill him Barry, then that baby doesn’t get one.”

Barry looked down at the plate of cookies before taking a deep breath.

“You’re right, Babe”, he quietly admitted. “I know you’re right.”

“Of course I am”, Lainey replied with a smirk, giving Barry a hug. “Aren’t I always?”

She smiled and kissed his lips as Emily and River walked in the kitchen.

“Ahhh, man!” River cried. “One pregnant teen around here is more than enough!”

Emily and Adam laughed as Barry and Lainey broke apart, River giving them a smile.

“Just messing with you, Barry”, River said, giving him a light hit on the arm.

“Yeah Bear”, Lainey added. “Just be there for your sister. That’s what she really needs right now.”

“Yeah”, Emily said, stealing a cookie off Barry’s plate. “Especially since Ted denied he was the baby’s dad.”

Lainey slowly closed her eyes, facepalming herself as she realized that speech she made to Barry and Adam had been all for naught.

“WHAT?!” River, Barry, and Adam yelled in unison, causing Deidra, Emily, Beverly, and Murray to run into the kitchen.

“What happened?” Beverly demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Emily just informed us that Ted denies he’s the father of Deidra’s baby”, Adam explained.

Deidra covered her face in her hands, tears pouring down her face again as the events of what happened earlier came back to mind.

Beverly gently pulled her teenage daughter in a loving embrace, holding her close.

Barry and River exchanged looks of anger before River nodded his head, resulting in Barry walking over to one of the kitchen drawers…and taking out a large knife.

“Let’s roll!” Barry snapped, everything Lainey had told him before going right out the window.

“I’m in”, River replied, following Barry out the front door.

“Me too”, Adam chimed in, grabbing his camera from the living room dresser and following the boys outside.

“I’ll drive”, Murray said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table in the living room.

“H-h-hey wait a minute!” Emily cried, hurrying to catch up with the guys. “Hang on a second guys. Let’s think about this…”

And with that, the front door shut, leaving Deidra sobbing in Beverly’s arms, Lainey softly rubbing her back.

“Dee, you really need to calm down”, Lainey advised her boyfriend’s sister softly. “This really isn’t good for you or the baby…i-if you are pregnant”, she added after a short pause.

“Lainey’s right, Shmoo”, Beverly added, kissing Deidra’s head again before pulling apart slightly. “Come over here to the couch and try to relax.”

“Y-You mean…y-you’re not mad at me?” Deidra asked Beverly.

Deidra’s mother gave her a small smile and lightly shook her head no.

“Not mad”, she replied. “Just a little disappointed.”

Deidra started taking slow, deep, shaky breaths, feeling her heart rate decrease some.

“Here, Dee”, Laniey said softly coming back from the kitchen a moment later and handing her a cup of water.

“Thanks, Lainey”, Deidra said softly, giving her a small smile before drinking a little.

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Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au with @cynoirsure

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

9/35 (Valentines Day Special Part 2)

genre: smut, fluff, angst? word count: 6.8k warnings: swearing, underaged drinking, sex

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YOUR POV

Although most of you had a cocktail or two during the dinner, the real drinking was about to start now back at Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment. Before you all got to it, though, of course you spent at least 30 minutes taking pictures at the apartment’s infamous “marble tapestry wall”. It wasn’t every day that the ten of you stunted like that.

“Wait, can I have a picture with Jungkook?” You asked shyly, “We’re matching.”

“Sure,” Yoongi cracked a grin, holding up his camera as you posed hugging Jungkook’s waist. The boy stiffened as he felt your body lean against his, cheeks flushing as his stare flickered to your plunging neckline and how close it was to his chest. He cleared his throat, trying to channel the confidence that he usually received when dancing, and slung his arms around your shoulder, the corner of his right lip curving upwards into a smirk. “Smile kids.”

“Enough pictures,” Tae complained taking off his shoes and socks and standing on the couch, “let’s fucking drink!”

“Everyone is taking a shot, and I literally mean everyone. That means you too, Jinhee.” Hoseok said pulling her up from where she was sitting. The girl shrugged, one shot wouldn’t kill her. The ten of you gathered in a circle, shots in one hand and phones in the other. The flashes turned on and you cheered, clinking shot drinks with several of the boys before downing it one gulp. Your face scrunched up in disgust at the burning taste of tequila, waving your hand for some water to chase it down.

“Alright, let’s take another.”

“Slow down there, y/n.” Seokjin laughed patting your back, “are you trying to get hammered?”

“It was a rough week, I’m ready to drown in alcohol.” You said pouring yourself another shot and taking it without a second thought. Kevin, Jimin, and Jinhee started to scold you, threatening to leave you in your own vomit if you didn’t pace yourself.

Hoseok laughed, “Last time you got wasted, you offered to suck my dick, y/n.” You apologized defending yourself with sorry, I’m a flirty drunk “Don’t apologize, I was gonna let you. Although tonight, it might not be me you’re going after.”

“What do you mean by that, oppa?”

Before Hoseok could answer, Yoongi played a song that brought you to your feet. Pulling the body closest in your vicinity up with you, you began swaying to the beat, facing the boy whose blue button up resembled your mini dress. “Dance with me Kook, I know you can.”

“Wait, I wanna take another shot,” He said inwardly begging for the alcohol to kick in. You agreed with a smile, entering and leaving the kitchen within minutes before taking hold of Jungkook’s hand, using it as a leverage to spin around. By this point all of you were dancing and slowly but surely getting quite intoxicated. You couldn’t help but stay close to Jungkook, the image of him getting more attractive as the minutes passed by. The room was beginning to get hazy as the alcohol took over your judgement.

Jungkook didn’t seem to be faring any better against the liquid as his hold on your waist tightened and his gaze intensified. The sparkly innocent doe eyes you were usually met with now a different, dark, and seductive look. His eyes mimicked how you would see them when he performed and you would be lying if you said that they didn’t turn you on in the slightest. He leaned closer to you, making you shiver with his breath against your ear, “can I tell you something?”

You nod in anticipation, your heart pounding by how close he was, “I want to kiss you so bad.”

“Why don’t you?”

He smirked leaving their makeshift dance floor to go downstairs to the basement, his eyes telling you to follow him after a few minutes - not that any of the boys or Jinhee would notice, they were caught up in their own drunk antics anyway. Seokjin and Hoseok’s basement was alright, but there were two other rooms that they converted into more guest bedrooms for when the boys slept over. Going inside the first one, you let out a small “oh” as you spotted Jungkook sitting at the edge of the bed, legs spread and arms leaning back against the duvet, “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come.”

“It’s only been 5 minutes,” you crossed your arms, all your weight resting on one leg. The room screamed Seokjin, the walls a nice millennial shade of pink and the furniture statement pieces. The center point of the whole room was the bed with a crown shaped headboard, directly above it hung a banner that said BTΣ. The boy chuckled and stood, towering over you with his large frame. Slowly, he brought his hand to your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his lips.

The kiss was soft and sweet, nothing like the fiery stares and burning touches that he left on your body earlier tonight. He pulled away much too quickly for your liking, letting out a small whine at the loss of contact. Jungkook found it amusing teasing you, the look in his eyes now playful instead of seductive.

But no, you were not settling with a cute little peck. Almost aggressively, you cupped his cheeks and brought his lips in for another kiss, the force you put against his body enough to make him fall back on the bed. Immediately, you brought your legs to both sides of his lap, straddling him as your arms snaked around his neck. Jungkook’s hands instinctively gripped your waist, barely hovering over the top of your ass. Your lips moved almost desperately against each other, tongues fighting and searching over every crevice of each others’ mouths. Your hands were entangled in his hair, the boy letting out a groan when you tugged on it slightly.

You felt that hit your core.

“y/n,” He breathed out, thrusting up to grind his pelvis against yours. You gasped at the sudden amount of pleasure, your body falling forward against his chest, causing the boy to bite your shoulder in response. This time it was your turn to moan, the sound going straight to his dick. “Hold on, I want to make sure you’re okay with this. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to or push you to go farther than you intend to go-”

“Kook, you’re incredibly sweet and it honestly means the world to me that you’re asking, but I trust you. I know what kind of person you are, and I want nothing more in this moment than for you to fuck me. Don’t hold back.”

It was as if a switch went off in Jungkook’s head, his gaze looking more predatory than ever. His hands went from your waist to your ass, taking fistfuls of your cheeks and squeezing. Your dress was ridden up to your stomach by now, showing the full view of your black Victoria’s Secret thong that you thank god decided to wear. With a smirk, he slipped two fingers under the string, bringing it out far enough so that a light smack resonated the bedroom. “As much as I love this dress on you, I think it needs to go, don’t you think baby girl?”

Your stomach churned at the pet name he gave you, your hands swiftly crossing across your body to remove your dress before he even had the chance. His eyes shamelessly stared at your bare chest, one hand moving up to knead your breast, his index finger and thumb playing with your nipple. You bit your lip at the stimulation, impatiently trying to rid the boy of his own button up.

Before you could rip his shirt open, he flipped you over, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. He stood up and went to make sure the door was locked, going back to the edge of the bed soon after. His hands went to his shirt buttons, giving you a little strip show before the fabric fell to the floor. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched as he moved on to his pants, slipping off his belt before undoing his pants and zipper, stepping out of his tight black jeans.

Jungkook rejoined you on the bed, his lips attached to yours as his hands roamed your body. His mouth ghosted over your jawline to your neck, sucking harshly intending to leave several marks. You threw your head back, taking fistfuls of the duvet as one of his hands cupped your core, moving your thong to the side and prodding two fingers at your entrance. It was embarrassing how wet you were, but at that moment, you really couldn’t care less.

His fingers made figure eights on your clit, making you squirm in response. Smiling against your neck, he thrusted his fingers into your pussy, biting at the already abused flesh of your neck as you let out a rather loud moan. You were thankful that the music upstairs was still blasting otherwise the whole apartment would have just heard you.

You reached for his crotch with one hand, squeezing his member through his boxers. Jungkook let out a fuck, hastily removing the last of both of your undergarments. Your eyes bulged at his dick, although not the biggest you’ve ever seen, it was definitely on the girthy side. Impatiently, he went to the drawer and pulled out a condom, rolling it onto his length before lining it up with your entrance. You put your hand on his chest, motioning for him to stop, “wait. Jungkook, I want to suck your dick-”

“Fuck as much as I would love for you to do that, y/n, I need to be inside you right now. We’ll do that next time,” He said moving his tip up and down your slit, making sure it was well-lubricated enough to slide in. You gasped as his dick slowly entered you, feeling the burning stretch almost immediately. As soon as he was buried to the hilt, you clenched your pussy making him moan. “You’re so fucking tight baby girl.”

“Jungkook please move,” you whined thrusting your hips up. The boy grabbed your arms, pinning them against the mattress as he started to thrust at a leisurely pace. “Jungkook.”

“Do you want me to go faster baby girl?” He asked with a smirk, staring down at you authoritatively. You nodded, now that you were used to his length, you needed him to just wreck you.

“Daddy please.”

With the magic word, he rested his forehead against yours, keeping eye contact with you as his pace rapidly quickened. Anyone who said sex intoxicated is a bad idea, has clearly never had sex with Jeon Jungkook. Every time he thrusted back in, his tip lightly grazed over your g spot, your stomach tightening in record time.

You clenched your stomach as your high approached, the sudden tightness making Jungkook drill into you even faster, chasing his own climax. You moaned into his shoulder as you came, the boy muffling curses against your neck as he released into the condom. He rested on top of you, keeping his length in you for a few moments more before he had to pull out.

You were feeling a little bit more sober now, your body still laying down. Jungkook stood and removed the condom, throwing it away in the trash bin before finding some tissues and wiping his length of any cum. Taking an additional few tissues, he returned to where you laid and started wiping your core clean, your body wincing from sensitivity. He apologized with a sweet smile, tossing the tissues before coming back to join you on the bed.

The sweet doe-eyed boy was back, even with how incredibly sinful he looked naked. Jungkook stared at you as you sat up, admiring how breathtaking you looked post-sex. You chuckled and moved closer, hugging his waist, “do you think they’re looking for us?”

“Maybe,” He shrugged wrapping his arms around your body. “We should probably go back.”

You nodded and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Yeah, we should, daddy.”

He scoffed as you searched for your dress and thong, “Don’t say that unless you want a round two.”

“Who says I don’t?”

—

“Yooooongi.” Jinhee laid down dramatically from her seated position on the couch, her head hitting Yoongi’s thighs. Yoongi’s slowly sobering attention went to the silver haired girl, looking down and tilting his head when she drawled out his name. “Why the hell are you playing so much rap? It’s thotty hours, we should be playing some fuckin’... Trap or some shit. Give me the fucking phone.” Her hands reached out for the phone in Yoongi’s hand, the phone only lifting slightly so that it was out of her reach. His phone was the only one connected to the house’s speaker, and he was confused as to why she suddenly had a problem with the music.

Jinhee whined, sitting back up and reaching for his phone once more. Once she was basically on his lap, she finally got a hold of his phone, trying to unlock it. Yoongi sighed, holding his hand out.

“Jinhee, my lineage are the only people who can unlock it, give me back my phone.” Yoongi managed to muster at least a little bit of authority in his voice, grabbing for his phone from the younger one. Jinhee only kept swerving, getting up and stumbling around to avoid Yoongi grabbing for his phone. He only followed after her slowly, watching her stumble around.

“What the fuck? Why won’t it unlock?! I won’t until we play fucking something else! Alexa, play Reel It In by Amine!” Jinhee managed to yell that over the music, frowning when she didn’t get a response back. Yoongi furrowed his brows. Seokjin and Hoseok didn’t have an Alexa in the first place, so where did Jinhee get that idea?

“Jinhee, maybe you need to drink some water…“ Yoongi started, swiping his phone from her. He tucked his phone away and reached towards Jinhee. She squinted, pushing the general direction of Yoongi’s hands away.

“Bitch, why the fuck are you trying to touch me? Weird ass creep!” A hand flew in the air, and a crisp smack resonated through the room.

If Yoongi wasn’t completely sober before then, he clearly was now. He stood there in shock, trying to process what was happening, but everything after that felt like it was happening in slow motion. Jinhee attempted to jump on him to hit him more, but she was held back by Jimin, who was oddly concerned about her.

“Woah woah calm down Jinhee! You know what? You need to calm down, let’s go to Jin hyung’s room.” Jimin said softly, spinning her around and leading her to Seokjin’s room. His hand settled on the small of her back, making Yoongi shift uncomfortably.

He sat back down on the couch, sighing slowly in defeat. Namjoon came over a few beats later with a bag of frozen pineapple from the freezer, gently pressing it to the reddening skin of Yoongi’s cheek.

“Hyung, are you good?” Namjoon took Yoongi’s phone, changing the music but to something calmer. The party that the 10 of them were hosting had been dying down for a little now, since you, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jinhee were missing from the main scene. Yoongi only frowned, shaking his head.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve met a violent drunk…” Yoongi laughs a little, throwing his head back.

“You know what, I didn’t expect that from her.” Seokjin laughed, settling on Yoongi’s other side. Yoongi held the frozen pineapple, letting Namjoon’s hand rest. Seokjin was only slightly tipsy and Namjoon, after hitting the wall, decided he was done with alcohol for the night, so he was also sobering up with the two seniors.

“I feel really bad though…” Yoongi frowned, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his thighs. He set down the bag of frozen pineapple, burying his face into his hands. “I didn’t want her hating me for anything, it’s just hard forming words around her and her and Jimin kinda make me upset, is that weird? I’ve been floored by her voice for like. Months now. I caught her singing late in the practice rooms one night while I was figuring out my rep for my last recital and I just fell in love with her voice— and to now put a face to that voice? Jinhee’s an angel and I feel bad for making her mad...” Yoongi sighed, massaging his temples. This wasn’t the first time Seokjin had heard Yoongi talk about his best friend like this, but hearing it sober for the first time was almost unbearable.

“Yoongi, I love you, but you need to apologize to her. And maybe confess to her. Maybe dick her down.” Seokjin patted Yoongi gently, the younger one’s face going red.

“I’m getting to that second one! I don’t know about that last one!” He exclaimed, a smile cracking on Seokjin’s face. Yoongi stood up, hyping himself up to go into the room.

In the room, however, Jinhee was still as heated as she was before, pacing back and forth in Seokjin’s room. Jimin watched her pace and babble from Seokjin’s gaming chair, casually biting his lower lip while he eyed the singer.

“Why the fuck was he being so mean to me? He fucking started it. He wouldn’t let me fucking change the song?? It literally takes like 2 seconds to unlock his fucking phone. I fucking hate him? And don’t get me fucking started on how much I want to kiss him! Have you seen his hands? I don’t even know if I want them on my neck choking me hard enough that I have to learn how to do actual makeup to match my neck or if I just want to hold them!” She exhaled loudly, stopping in front of Seokjin’s bedside table. She eyed the picture of Seokjin and Yoongi from their reveal for Beta Tau their freshman year, picking the frame up.

She made the motion to throw it down, but right when she was about to drop it, a hand wrapped around her wrist, spinning her around so that she was face to face with Jimin.

“You’re so reckless sometimes, you know that, Jinhee darling?” His hands pried the framed picture away from her hands, setting the frame back down on the bedside table, only face down so that it wouldn’t crack. “I promised the hyungs I’d calm you down, so why don’t you sit down? I know the perfect way to calm you down.” His eyes glinted with a little bit of mischief, pushing her gently onto the bed. Once she was sitting, he pushed her slightly, letting her move so that she was backing up and sitting with her back leaning on the sea of pillows propped up on the bed frame. He crawled over Jinhee, making her blush and look away.

Jimin only chuckled, using one of his fingers to trace her jawline before tilting her head gently so that they were making eye contact again while the other kept him steady holding the bed frame. “Trust me, I know exactly what I’m doing.” He leaned in close, hearing Jinhee suck in a breath. Another chuckle.

Jimin began to pepper small kisses along Jinhee’s jawline and down her neck, stopping occasionally on her neck to bite down, but not enough to make a mark. A small moan escaped her lips, her body becoming like putty in his arms as she tilted her head back so that he could have more room. He pulled away, cupping her cheeks.

“Do you trust me?” Jimin carefully asked. His lips ghosted over hers, causing Jinhee to nod eagerly, her eyes matching his with full blown lust. Jinhee closed the gap between them almost desperately, sighing in bliss when he began kissing back, her arms wrapping around his waist.

Jimin’s hands moved sensually against her body, his fingertips already playing with the edge of her dress. Lifting it up, his hands lightly moved up and down the outside of her thighs before moving inside to spread her legs apart. “Jimin.”

“I’m here to help you relax, baby.”

He kissed her once more, expertly moving his lips as his hand stayed on Jinhee’s inner thigh. She sighed in content as the older boy finally pressed his fingers against the cloth of her underwear, “I can feel how wet you are, baby.”

She blushed at his comment, turning her head away to the side. He only grinned, moving downwards so that he was face to face with her core. Jimin looped his fingers around the sides of her panties, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Hey, Jinhee?” The door opened suddenly, Yoongi standing at the doorway with Seokjin.

“What the fuck?” Seokjin said shocked at the sight of his brother about to eat out his best friend. Jinhee sat up abruptly quick, her face burning.

“I need to. Bathroom. Attempt to die by eating Seokjin’s lemon soaps.” She muttered quickly, speeding through into the private bathroom. Once the door closed, Yoongi stomped up to Jimin, grabbing him by the collar.

“You. Absolute. Fuck.” Yoongi growled, Seokjin stood next to Yoongi, hoping he wouldn’t beat his brother up. “What the fuck were you trying to do with her?”

“I was trying to make her relax, hyung. Isn’t that what I promised?” Jimin said quite casually. Yoongi paused for a minute, letting go of his collar. Jinhee peeked her head out of the bathroom, slowly trying to sneak out incognito. She managed to slip past the three, praying constantly that the floors wouldn’t creak. She successfully snuck out, relaxing and going over to the couch where Namjoon sat, scrolling through his phone. Kevin, Taehyung, and Hoseok were engrossed in a game of Cards Against Humanity on the floor, so Jinhee sat next to Namjoon. She sighed, taking the plush that rested on the couch and mashing its face in. “Hookup culture is fucking weird, Joon.”

“You’re telling me. Have you seen y/n and Jungkook? I’m pretty sure they’re partaking in said culture.” Namjoon counted heads, clicking his tongue.

Back in Seokjin’s room, Jimin, Seokjin, and Yoongi were still in the same predicament, Yoongi’s arms crossed as he towered over Jimin.

“Park Jimin. You know she was intoxicated. So why did you still try taking advantage of her?” Yoongi sighed, mussing up his own hair. The younger one shrugged, smirking a little at Yoongi.

“She was extremely willing to let me use my ways to calm her down. Why are you so mad, hm? Not like you like her or anything, right?” Jimin asked rhetorically, before seeing the change in Yoongi’s face. “Oh? Did I strike a chord?” Jimin asked innocently, smiling lazily at Yoongi.

“Jimin, you’re drunk. Apologize to him,” Seokjin said firmly, holding back Yoongi from doing anything irrational. Jimin shrugged again, leaning back on his propped arms.

“You know what? It’s whatever, I’m just gonna take her home and apologize in the morning.” Yoongi left the room, not wanting to deal with his brother anymore.

Yoongi walked back into the living room, where Jungkook and you were finally back up in, looking a little presentable in comparison to what you two were just doing. You two had joined the three playing the card game on the floor, Namjoon and Jinhee watching a video on Namjoon’s phone. The party had died down considerably, making Yoongi sigh. It was still a weekday so he justified his next move, walking up to Jinhee who only eyed him and crossed her arms.

“I’m here to take you back to your dorm, Seokjin said you had a shift tomorrow.” Yoongi started off carefully. Jinhee didn’t seem to object, instead, she sat up from resting on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Already? Jinnie’s no fun.” She sighed, easily complying with Yoongi. Taehyung and Kevin also looked up, seeing the two getting ready to leave.

“Oh, are you two leaving already? Can we tag along?” Taehyung piped up. Yoongi nodded, motioning them to get ready as well.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna drop Jinhee off and—“

“Ah, shit. I forgot my keys at my dorm and my roommate’s out on a fucking date.” Jinhee groaned, throwing her head back. “I’ll just sleep in like the lounge or something…” She huffed, but Yoongi’s fist tightened.

“You can sleep in my dorm, it’s a single.” Yoongi waved goodbye to everyone, Jinhee’s arm around his shoulder and Kevin and Taehyung trailing behind, suspiciously holding hands with each other.

—

Once Yoongi checked Jinhee in and bid goodnight to Kevin and Taehyung, the two younger brothers went back to Taehyung’s room, considering that Kevin’s roommates were back and he didn’t want to deal with them just yet. Considering they weren’t as drunk as before, Taehyung felt completely confident in confiding in someone else that wasn’t just his soulmate.

“Hey, Kevin?” Taehyung asked absentmindedly, locking the door behind him. Yeontan saw the two come in and came running over to greet the new guest, Kevin smiling softly when he saw the little ball of fluff hop on his leg. Kevin crouched down, picking up the pomeranian, scratching his chin. “I have a question…” Taehyung bit his lip. The two sat down on the floor in their room, Yeontan running around the two of them. Kevin tilted his head, curious as to what Taehyung had to say.

“Oh? Shoot.” Kevin’s smile sent a little flutter to Taehyung’s stomach. The older’s hands were clasped, trying to calm down.

“Earlier on the dance floor… You whispered in my ear and you told me that you really liked me, is that true?” Taehyung stared at his hands. “Because I’ve been thinking about it and maybe I don’t just like girls? I often imagine myself maybe getting with people like you and not just for sex like. I just wanna give you the world sometimes and the fact that you wore real Gucci, and not even that knockoff sh—“ Taehyung’s words were cut off by a kiss, his eyes widening. Kevin didn’t feel the kiss being reciprocated, so he began to pull back. Almost frantically, Taehyung pulled him back in for another kiss, sighing in relief.

They continued to make out for a little, not going any further due to the awkward position of their knees bumping each other from the both of them sitting cross legged and the sheer fatigue both of them were feeling. They both managed to get up and make it onto Taehyung’s bed, soft whispers of “i really like you” and replies of “me too, love”.

—

“Well, I think it’s time for me to take the kids back.” Namjoon stood next to Seokjin, the two of them watching Jimin fuss about the mess in the apartment. Jimin’s punishment, given to him by Seokjin and Hoseok, was to clean up the apartment, which was a mess to say the least. You and Jungkook were sitting on the couch now, holding each other’s hands and half asleep. Seokjin nodded, patting Namjoon on the back.

“Have a safe trip back up to north campus, alright?” Namjoon only nodded, walking over to you and Jungkook and smiling.

“Hey you two, time to go back up to your dorm.” Namjoon stifled a yawn. You and Jungkook nodded, the both of you getting off the couch. Jimin noticed your figures moving, a pout on his face.

“Ah~ My baby y/n is leaving? Have a safe trip back!” Jimin said cheerfully, although him throwing the cups into the trash bag conveyed that he was just very sad to see you go. You giggled, giving him a tight hug before joining Jungkook and Namjoon at the door.

“I’ll text you when I get back to my dorm to let you know I didn’t die the two blocks back to north campus!” You yelled, grabbing Jungkook’s hand as he balanced you while you slipped your shoes on. The three of you waved to those left in the apartment, starting the walk home. The whole time, you and Jungkook walked ahead of Namjoon, the older one bidding you two a goodnight as soon as you two got back to your dorm. Jungkook scanned his ID at the front of the gate to your dorm, the two of you managing to get back up to the elevators. You didn’t realize that you two lived on the same floor till then, and you only realized it when you both got off at the same floor.

“Don’t forget to wake up for our 8 am~” Jungkook teased you, adding a cute ending syllable to your name. You blushed a little, giggling before you snuck one last kiss before running into your room. Once the door shut, your grin never fell off your face till you fell asleep, and Jungkook would also have to say the same.

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Your alarm sounded at 6:30 am, you groaned squinting at the tiny screen of your phone. Fuck, you had class. You got ready for class half-awake, putting the least amount of effort possible to look presentable to go out. Your mind didn’t register the events from last night until you saw Jungkook walk into class, wearing grey sweats and a white shirt (no surprise there) and making a simple outfit look so fucking good. You, on the other hand, suddenly felt self conscious about your pink hoodie, black leggings, and messy bun. Nonetheless, you waved brightly as you made eye contact with him. Jungkook waved awkwardly, sitting in the front row instead of his usual spot in the back next to you. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, staring into the back of his head as you wondered why he was acting so weird. He didn’t even respond to the meme you texted him during class, and he always responded to memes.

Warily, you approached him as class ended, Jungkook had a habit of packing up slowly. “Hey, did I do something wrong? You’re acting really weird.”

He looked up at you, his eyes widening like a deer in headlights, “N-no, you did nothing wrong! Sorry, I just uh...I gotta go, y/n.”

You frowned as he left the classroom, panic suddenly filling your insides at the events from last night. You cradled your head in your hands, your breath getting shorter as you stressed out. Immediately, you rushed back to your dorm, not having the willpower to go to your next class. After dropping your backpack in your dorm room, you pulled your phone and some headphones out, dialing your Big on FaceTime.

“My Little,” she smiled upon answering, “I was meaning to call you last night and tell you that you looked so hot, but I fell asleep and forgot.”

“Unnie.”

Tears pooled in your eyes, your voice breaking as you called out her name. Her face broke out in worry, questioning you endlessly as you began to cry. As soon as you regained your breath, you spilled everything about last night and this morning to her, “-I just don’t know if he like regrets having sex with me? Or if he just became friends with me so that we could fuck and now that we have he doesn’t wanna be friends anymore?? Like Jieun unnie, I don’t know what--”

“Stop, now that sounds ridiculous. Jungkook wouldn’t do that to you, especially since you’re Jimin’s potential little sis. It would ruin their brotherhood if he played you like that,” Jieun said reasonably, “He’s probably just dealing with his own shit, y/n. I don’t think you should take it personally.”

“But what if-”

The lounge door slowly opened, the same brown-haired doe-eyed boy that you were ranting about behind the door. He called your name softly, asking if you wanted to talk back in his room. You told your Big you would call her later, furiously wiping away at your tears as you followed him the couple rooms down to his single. You sat down on his bean bag chair as he went to his bed, the atmosphere awkward as he stared at you sniffling across from him.

“y/n-”

“Was I bad yesterday? Like was I just a really bad fuck?” You blurted, eyes puffy from crying.

He shook his head, both hands mirroring the movement as he continuously denied your statement, “No y/n, you were, wow, amazing. It was honestly the best I’ve had. I just...like...isn’t drunk sex nonconsensual??”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to feel like I took advantage of you or something, especially since you’re basically Jimin hyung’s little. And I made you cry too, like-” He stopped as you started giggling, confused at your change of emotion.

“Jungkook, I wanted everything that we did yesterday. I don’t regret any single part of it.” You said, “it’s cute that you would worry about this.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah, I mean, we did agree on a round two, didn’t we?” You said with a little smirk, wiping away any leftover tears from your face.

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “I’m sorry for making you cry. Trust me, that was the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

You crossed your arms, “That’s because I thought you hated me or maybe you thought I was ugly, I don’t know.”

“I don’t hate you, y/n, and you are nowhere near ugly.” He said grabbing your hands to pull you up for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your body suddenly hyperaware of his abdomen pressing against you. He relaxed, resting his chin on top of your head. “So, daddy kink, huh?”

You shoved him away while laughing, but he caught the blush on your cheeks. You told him to shut up, threatening to tell the boys about what happened.

“I think you’d be in more trouble than me, y/n.” He chuckled, “besides, I think they already know.”

“They do? Jimin oppa knows?”

“We were all pretty drunk last night, y/n. Apparently even Jinhee noona slapped Yoongi hyung.” He said, your mouth making an O shape at the new piece of information. The both of you casually sat down on his bed, suddenly not knowing what to say.

“So, uh, what do you wanna do about last night?” He asked, fingers playing with the ends of his shirt.

“Well,” you said carefully, “what can we do?”

“We can either pretend it never happened, say it was a one time thing, or I don’t know, maybe we can make a deal.” He said, his voice trailing at the end.

You raised your eyebrow, “What kind of deal? Like, be fuck buddies?”

“I mean, yeah.” He said, a flash of confidence in his tone, “College and Greek life is stressful, and having someone to relieve stress with - that isn’t a stranger - could be beneficial. For the both of us?”

“I don’t fuck around with many guys, Jeon. Even though drunk me may act differently.” You said seriously, “you’re a sweet friend, but I know your previous sex stories and I’m not the kind of girl who waits to be someone’s safe backup when they get rejected by someone else.”

“I swear y/n, if you agree to this, you’ll be the only girl I’ll be with.”

“Fine. But if I see you hook up with someone else at a party, I’ll beat you up before Jimin oppa can.”

He smiled, completely hooked by your feistiness. “Deal, baby girl.”

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The first thing Jinhee felt when she woke up was the head splitting headache. She groaned, the feeling of death washing over her senses.

Right… That’s why she didn’t drink. The pounding in her ears seemed to almost be unbearable, but the warmth on top of her head helped aid the headache.

Wait— Why was there something warm on her head?

Jinhee mentally prepared herself for the light, opening her eyes to see a pair of green cat eyes looking back at her curiously. Immediately, instead of freaking out, she only tensed for a split moment before reaching up to the cat on her chest, her hand in a loosely covered fist. The grey cat saw the movement, only registering it for a few seconds before it began to nuzzle into her hand. Jinhee softened, scratching the cheek of the cat. It was only then that Jinhee saw the sleeves of the dark green sweater she was wearing. Last she remembered, she never owned a dark green champion crewneck. Immediately, she sat up, squinting as she didn’t have her contacts in. She looked around the room, hazy memories of her making out with someone making her heartbeat speed up. The cat, which had hopped off her chest as soon as she sat up only looked back at her in curiosity before her eyes landed on the sleeping figure on the couch across from the single desk in the room.

There was Min Yoongi, sleeping casually on the couch. She connected two and two, recognizing the cat to be his own, Killmonger. The said cat hopped onto the couch, kneading at the throw blanket on top of the sleeping pianist. Jinhee’s face went red, watching as he woke up. Yoongi woke up slowly, sitting up and looking over at the blushing singer.

“Mm, good morning, Jinhee.” Yoongi’s morning voice sent shivers down Jinhee’s spine, the younger one’s mind already going a million miles a minute.

“Did… Did we do something last night? Why am I here? Why didn’t you just leave me at Seokjin’s place?” Jinhee was asking too many questions for her head to be in that much pain and for Yoongi just waking up. Yoongi gave a little chuckle, his hand casually scratching his cat’s cheek.

“Nothing happened, but you did almost strip in front of me after complaining dresses were too confining, hence my sweater and a pair of shorts a girl left behind some months ago -- don’t worry, it’s washed.” Jinhee felt a twinge of jealousy, only casually gripping at the cuffs of the sweater before releasing her fists.

“But that doesn’t explain how I got here! I remember making out with someone, was that someone you? Oh my god, did Killmonger watch us?” Jinhee interrogated. This time, it was Yoongi’s turn to tense up. He stopped scratching Killmonger for a little too long, the cat sliding out of his hand. After the flash of anger subsided, Yoongi only chuckled.

“No, it wasn’t me. To explain, you slapped the shit out of me because I didn’t let you change the music and Seokjin just told me to bring you home… Which, by the way, I’m sorry I didn’t let you change the music, although, I don’t think sober you wouldn’t put up as much of a fuss as drunk you did.” His explanation only made Jinhee more embarrassed hearing about her drunk. She looked down, playing with the hem of the sweater.

“I-it’s okay, I guess.” Jinhee’s words barely came out above a whisper, but it was loud enough that Yoongi could hear her. She swung her feet over to grab her (charging, she might add) phone. Her eyes widened at the time, “oh fuck, my shift starts in an hour…” She scrambled over to the door, wincing when she put the high heels back on and grabbed her dress from the desk chair. “Thank god I live across the street, right?” She laughed a little uncomfortably, Yoongi trailing behind her so he could check her out of the building. He grabbed onto a little gift before they both left his dorm, the both of them going into the elevator and heading down.

He gave the RA on duty a little nod as she grabbed her ID, his fist clenching a little around the gift for her.

“Jinhee.” Yoongi finally mustered the courage to say her name, the younger one spinning around in curiosity and almost losing her balance. Jinhee tilted her head, watching Yoongi retrieve a little gift bag from his pocket. Inside the clear cellophane bag was some matcha shortbread cookies, haphazardly covered in white chocolate and the bag was tied off with a ribbon wrapping and her name written messily on a card. “I forgot to give this to you yesterday, uh. Happy Valentines day?”

Jinhee’s heart softened at the bag of cookies, taking it with a smile. “Y-Yeah, happy Valentines, Yoongi.” Their hands lingered on each other for just the slightest bit before she raised her other hand to wave goodbye, running across the street to her dorm.

It wasn’t till she got home and looked at herself in the mirror when she realized she was barefaced, meaning he had wiped off her makeup while she was sleeping. Her mouth curved into a small smile once more, putting on her regular makeup and her glasses before changing into pants. She opted to wear the same sweatshirt (it fits my hair color, she convinced herself), grabbing her backpack with Yoongi’s cookies in it and keys before slipping on her shoes and leaving her dorm.

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sad-af1121 · 6 years

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Blind Love: Part 1/2

Summary: When revealing true feelings for the one you love is too late and the only thing left behind is pain. (Best friends AU) Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 2128 Warnings: Angst, heartache, language- verbal abusive relationship, cute fluff A/N: Based on the song Love is Blindness (yes the title of the song and fic are similar fam 👌), this is part 1 of 2 for @asirenscalling writing challenge! Enjoy and hopefully I’ll have part 2 written up by the 20th or by the end of this month :’) Feedback is welcomed 💜

You’ve known Lance since middle school, riding the bus together and fooling around with things you weren’t supposed to in science class. You’d never forget the day when he saved you from face planting on the playground platform. Your shoelace had gotten caught under someone else’s foot, resulting in your downfall.

However, Lance caught the back of your shirt in time, yanking you up from gravity’s attempt to hurt you. Clinging to his arm for dear life, you remembered how scared you were to open your eyes, waiting for the impact. But it never happened, Lance made you sit down as he mimicked the recess overseer's nasal voice while petting your hair. When a giggled escaped your mouth, Lance pulled away and you opened your eyes to see his piercing blue one’s squinted in a warm smile. As if time stopped on purpose, you could’ve sworn your heart fluttered in your chest, doing 20 summersaults all in one go. Yet that moment was quickly taken away when your name left his lips, snapping you out from your trance. He was running away from you before looking back to shout out “you’re it!” Grinning, you ran after him in attempt to get him back.

But you forgot to tie your shoelace again.

As time went on, Lance wasn’t like the other kids, always striving for the best at a young age and getting what he wanted, even if that meant he had to work twice as hard. Determination was written in his DNA and so was competitiveness. Back then, popularity didn’t matter that much, only if your scooter went faster downhill and you bet your money that Lance’s scooter was the fastest on the block. He won every round and bought ice cream for everyone who participated. Thank Mrs. Miller down the street who paid Lance $10 every day just to walk her dogs.

Lance had your back and you had his. You two made an agreement if there was ever a problem that might jeopardize your friendship, you’d talk it out first before anything else happened. Luckily, that method helped a lot throughout the years of your friendship because the Tuckers didn’t make your bond any easy. They pushed and pushed Lance until he finally got the memo that he’s meant for more. Guiding him to gymnastics and taking away his free time to practice. He was taught that he had no weakness, that it was an illusion that pulled him back down to the ground rather than rising to the top. And his focus was in being the best all his life. You were split between Lance and what his parents wished for him, so you tried staying away as much as possible.

Nevertheless, Lance Tucker wasn’t going to let that happen, not in a million years. “What are best friends for then, Y/N?”

He stood by your side no matter what, was a shoulder to cry on, and a comfy cuddle buddy on movie nights. You were his wingman and so was him for you during college. After your careers started booming, you always made sure to see each other once a year or more if destiny allowed it. Love kept your relationship strong and nothing was going to tear it down. Nothing.

Even if that meant betraying the love gods because you couldn’t resist falling in love with Lance. There was a side you only knew and the world was given just a glimpse of how amazing that man is. It was as if he was afraid to share who he was, who the real Lance Tucker was. He was a different person around you, in comparison with others. Not once did you complain about his decision to keep certain things to himself, you wanted him happy despite it all. He was home and you were his heart.

“Did you send him the right address this time? I don’t need a whiny Lance walking through that door.” You laughed, placing the salad bowl on the dinner table before stepping away to look over the masterpiece you put together for tonight. “I want everything to go perfect, baby.”

“I did, would ya stop worrying? I told him it was a joke. Who knew he’d actually drive to the post office and think that’s where we live.” Joe says softly, kissing the side of your cheek. He wraps his arms around your mid and pulls your closer, earning a heartfelt giggle from you.

“Lance can be gullible. He’s probably got a lot on his mind with the new training he’s being put under. It’s like a whole other level of stress for him.” You sigh, leaning your head against your boyfriend’s chest.

“I’m sure Nicole is taking good care of Lance and being there for him. They’re like the cutest couple ever and still going strong after 3 years, Christ. I hope we get that long.”

Furrowing your brows together, you turn in Joe’s hold, playfully punching his arm. “Ow!”

“Are you having doubts about our relationship, mister?” You question, cocking your head to the side while crossing your arms. Your heart dropped to your stomach hearing that and you couldn’t give away that it did, taking Joe’s words in amusement.

Chuckling, Joe grabs your left hand, bringing the back to his lips as he kisses there gently, his emerald green eyes landing on the princess cut diamond ring on your finger. “Of course I don’t, future Mrs. Martinez. I’ll love you till the end of days.”

You couldn’t stop the blush from creeping on your cheeks as you bashfully pull your hand away and smirk, forgetting about before. “Good. Or else you’re asking for trouble.”

“You’re so cute.”

“And you’re so full of it.” You amuse, pecking his cheek. When you pull away, you notice you’ve forgotten to get the drinks from the basement and your guests would be there any moment. “Hey, can you get the beers from the fridge downstairs. I completely forgot to get them.”

“Yeah, I’ll get them. Don’t miss me too much!” Joe says, hurrying to the basement and disappearing down the stairs.

You met Joe in your freshman year of college, studying in the same science and health field but he was more for physical therapy and you in Nutrition and Wellness Studies. Lance was also studying the same thing as you which turned out for the better since his main career is to help train other Olympians and make sure they’re fed and physically trained right. You stayed in touch after college and fell for Joe overtime, deciding to pursue a relationship with him and knowing Lance wasn’t going to be with you. He never showed interest and liked girls that were the complete opposite; he had a certain type. You couldn’t mope around and wait for Lance to pick you. It was time to move on.

As much as your heart didn’t want to.

“You’re a fucking idiot. Why can’t you ever get anything right?” Nicole hisses, glaring out the window as Lance makes his way into the car.

“For the last time kitten, Joe gave me the wrong address. I should’ve paid more attention-”

“Well, no shit Sherlock.” Nicole spits, clipping in her seat belt. Lance shut his eyes, sighing deeply to calm his aggravated nerves, not wanting to have another argument with her. It was taking everything in him not to kick Nicole out the car and break up, but she’s all he’s got now. “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t be upset with me. I can’t handle that right now.”

He was met silence, the lump in his throat making it difficult to breathe. Lance would do anything in the world to put his life on pause so he can figure out where things were going wrong. To the world, he had the perfect life: a hot girlfriend who “loved” him more than anything, a striving career that had a hefty paycheck, and a best friend who he can get lost in. Never craving to leave the pool he’s been sunk in. But he felt a gap missing and couldn’t quite understand what it was.

“Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” Lance jerks, gripping the steering wheel when the car comes to a stop. Looking to the left, Lance scans over the little white Ranch home with a purple porch swing on it’s right. “She actually got one.” Lance chuckles to himself, a gentle smile craving along his lips. He remembers the debate you two had about the odd little porch swing that soon became a reality. You said it was your personal touch and every house on the block would know that’s your home. Lance bet his money with Joe that you weren’t going to have that since it was antique-ish and you’d forget.

Yet you proved him wrong, like so many other times.

“Look,” Lance says, turning in his seat. “We can’t argue how we usually do and let’s try not to, okay? Y/N said this is an important dinner and I have a feeling they’re gonna tell us something big, so try to be civil with me, please?”

“Alright. Now let's go! I’m starving.” Nicole whines, throwing her head back. Lance chuckles again before leaning forward, pecking her lips. “Attagirl.”

When Lance arrived, you hopped off the kitchen counter and ran to the door, pulling it open to jump into his arms. “Oh my God, you’re here!”

“Hi to you too, spider monkey. Never gets old.” Lance laughs, catching you in his arms and walking in to admire your new home. “Holy shit, this is nice. Needs some work in the front but it’s do-able.”

“Excuse me? My house is perfect.” You argue, leaning back.

“It’s beautiful, Y/N. I love the porch swing.” Nicole says.

“Thank you! You see, I ain’t the only one who likes it.” You raise a brow to Joe who playfully rolls his eyes and nods.

“Yes, my love, you’re right. It’s an eye-catcher. Now, should we eat?”

Everything was going the way you planned it, noticing Lance and Nicole were smiling more than they usually did. You were glad things were getting better with them and hoped they’d stay together, knowing how much Nicole makes Lance happy. He was radiating, and this made you content.

“Alright, you two. Spill it. What’s the big news?” Lance says in mid-chew, eyeing you and Joe.

Snorting, you wipe your mouth with a napkin before setting it back down onto your lap. “You still haven’t figured it out?”

“Figured what out?” Lance hesitantly laughs, his browning knitting together and forming creases on his forehead. A knot begins to form in the pit of his stomach, giving him a not-so-good feeling about the next few words that are going to fly out of your mouth.

As if your nerves weren’t already wrecked, you prepare yourself again, taking slow steady breathes and taking Joe’s hand in yours, a bright grin casting your features. “We’re engaged!”

“Wh-what?” Lance stuttered, alarms going off in his head, his stomach coiling into itself.

Why did it feel like he was losing you when you’re right in front of him?

“Oh my god! When did this happen!?” Nicole squeals, scooting her seat closer towards the table to get a look at the ring that fitted perfectly around your finger. You excitingly bring your left hand in view, smiling brighter than the day Joe proposed. The twinkle in your eyes made it impossible for Lance to even look at it, bothered by the news.

“Isn’t it too early? I mean, it’s only been a year and a half. And you guys just moved in together…” Lance debates, clenching his fists underneath the table as his eyes lands on yours. He sees you look down, pulling your hand back, your lips forming into a pout. He didn’t mean to sound harsh but couldn’t hold back.

An awkward minute passes by and Joe begins to bounce his leg. “Yeah, but I love Y/N and she loves me. We’ve known each other for more than a year and a half and that doesn’t change anything. I’d be marrying my best friend.” Joe says, placing a hand on your thigh.

You look up at Lance, watching his jaw clench. You already knew he was starting to get jealous and didn’t want the two to argue over something so little.

“One of your best friends, honey.” You giggle, trying to make the atmosphere less uncomfortable.

“No, I get it. But being friends and being each other’s partners are two different things, Martinez.” Lance states, leaning back in his seat as he grabs his beer, taking a full swig of it.

“Lance,” You whisper loud enough for everyone to hear and look up.

“I’m pregnant.”

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a-daydreamers-stories · 7 years

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~Part 5! Finally! I’m so sorry it took so long. Also @amazingmackenzieisnotonfire~

WARNING- This one took a bit of a dark turn so I’m sorry.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Imagine being with Juice and having to leave him and then finding him again 5 years later

Part 5

Reader’s POV

I had been back to hell for a week but luckily Ryan’s business trip had lasted longer then he was expecting and I didn’t have to deal with him until yesterday. Ryan had called and told me that he was coming back then so I had been making dinner when he arrived. He came into the kitchen and looked around while I pretended to be busier with the food then I actually was.

“Where is she?” He asked referring to Rosie.

“She is staying with Nina.” I said calmly while turning to look at his reaction. He narrowed his eyes at me and his nostrils flared.

“And who, may I ask, said that was okay?” He said with an edge to his voice. I took a deep breath and then smiled sweetly at him.

“Well I just thought that you had been gone so long that you would like to spend a couple of days with just the two of us…” I batted my eyelashes at him and tried to stop the oncoming wave of nausea that I felt at saying this. He stopped glaring and smirked at me. He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer.

“You know sometimes you aren’t a dumb bitch.” He came over to me and kissed my cheek. “Now when will my food be done?”

“In about ten minutes. Why don’t you go relax and I’ll make the table for us.” I said.

“No just make the table for me. You’re getting fucking fat.” He said while looking down at my body in disgust. I just nodded.

“Okay, I’ll make the table for you.” I said.

“Good.” He said. He reached up and petted my hair softly before he suddenly took a handful and gripped it tightly. “And if I find any food missing later, I will have to teach you a lesson. You don’t want me to have to a teach you a lesson, do you sugar?”

“No…” I said while taking in a shaky breath so I wouldn’t whimper in pain. He smirked and gave my hair hard pull before releasing me.

“Good girl, now move your ass.” He said while going upstairs to change.

After he ate dinner, I cleaned and then he fucked me until he was satisfied. Once he was asleep, I snuck into Rosie’s room. I curled up into the fetal position on her floor with one of her stuffed animals and cried. I couldn’t sleep so I just stayed in that spot until the sun started to peek through the curtains.

At that point I made my way off the floor and went to get ready for the day. I cleaned and then at about 9 I started to cook breakfast for him. He came into the kitchen right after I was finish. He smirked as he looked at me.

“When’s the brat coming back and ruining my day?” He asked as I made his plate.

“She’s staying with Nina for a couple of days.” I said. He nodded.

“This is how our lives should of been.” He said and I dug my nails into my palm to refrain from saying anything stupid. “We should of gotten rid of the little monster when I suggested. You’re just lucky I convinced everyone that she is mine.”

“Yes.” I nodded and dug my nails in harder. I turned to face away from him and started scrubbing the counter.

“Think we could convince Nina to just take the little bitch?” He chuckled. I gritted my teeth.

“Don’t call her that.” I said quietly.

“Excuse me, what was that?” I heard the chair move and his feet approaching me. I turned around to face him as he stepped closer with an angry look on his face.

“I said don’t call her that.” I told him in a louder voice. He stepped close to me pushing me into the counter.

“You may want to rethink that statement.” He growled.

“You’re right. I meant don’t call her that jackass.” I glared at him. He gripped my upper arms hard and dug his nails into them.

“You are such an ungrateful whore.” He let go of one of my arms and grabbed the back of my head. The he used the grip he had on me to ram me into the kitchen island. The air was knocked out of my body as the hard counter made contact with my stomach. He slammed my head down onto the counter next. The crunch that my nose made as it broke, hurt my ears and made my stomach turn. He pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson after all.”

Juice’s POV

I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and looked at the address on it and then to the address on the house. I looked at the other guys and nodded. This was the house that the car was registered to. The neighborhood was a fancy rich suburb type of place and this house looked like almost every other one in it. I stopped looking at it and got off my bike. I went over to the group my guys had formed.

“This is a pretty nice neighborhood so we have to play this cool unless we want the cops called on us.” Jax said. Everyone nodded.

“Why don’t just Juice, Jax, and Chibs go up to the door and the rest of us wait here?” Clay suggested.

“That works for me.” I said. Everyone agreed with that plan. Jax, Chibs, and I made our way to the door and I knocked on it. We waited a couple of minutes and then I knocked harder. A minute later a lady about Clay and Gemma’s age opened the door and looked at us confused.

“Um… Can I help you?” She asked hesitantly. I looked at the guys and they shrugged.

“Umm yeah is Y/N here?” I asked her.

“That depends on who wants to know.” She narrowed her eyes at us and crossed her arms over her chest.

“If she is here can you tell her Juice is here. She’ll know who you are talking about.” I said. The lady’s eyes widened at me.

“You’re Juice?” She asked.

“Um yes.” I said still confused.

“Come in! Come in! All of you.” She smiled at us kindly and I waved the others to come inside too. Once we were all in her living room, she started speaking again. “Are you here to take her away?”

“Yeah I am.” I said and she smiled.

“Thank god! I’ve been trying to get her away since I first found the bruises.” She said. “She lives across the street but I wanted you to come in so Ryan wouldn’t see you.”

“Is he the one that’s been hurting her?” I asked.

“Yes, he’s a monster. Puts on a good show but I can see right through his bullshit.” She said while peeking through her curtain. “How are you going to get her?”

“Well I was going to knock on the door and once she was at the door, I was going to have her pack up her things. And if he had an issue with that I’d bash his fucking head in.” I said casually. She looked at me.

“You really are an adorable dumbass like she said.” She said bluntly.

“I… um thanks?” I said in what sounded more like a question then a statement.

“That plan, while it does have a certain appeal won’t work. He is a very rich man and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.” She told me.

“No offense lass but we’ve dealt with worse then some rich bastard.” Chibs chimed in. She looked at him.

“Maybe but he does have the police around here in his pocket.” She said.

“That doesn’t scare us.” Jax said.

“Just take the time and deal with the situation a little more carefully. He just got back from a long trip but he will have to go back to his job eventually and when that happens you can use the spare key that Y/N gave me to go in there and get her out. That way he never sees any of you and she’s safer.” She handed me the key. I took it and looked at the guys.

“I have to admit, that is a smarter plan.” I put the key in my pocket. The guys nodded their heads.

“Now, before too many people notice your bikes, put them in my garage.” She said as she walked into a different room. A minute later I heard the garage open and a minute after that she comes back in the room. “Go now.” We nodded and headed outside to put them in there. The ones we couldn’t fit in there we put in her backyard.

We went back inside and spent turns watching the house for his car to leave the driveway. The whole day I fidgeted and paced the house. I was anxious about seeing you again and about what that bastard was doing to you while I was just sitting here. Nina was nice and helped us as much as she could. She told stories about you and Rosie that helped to calm me a little bit but it wasn’t enough.

“Hey! The fuck’s leaving!” Tig yelled excitedly at us at about 8 that night. I went up to the window and saw the car pulling away from the house. I smiled and waited till the car left the street.

“Let’s go.” I told the guys. We went outside and headed over to the house. I opened the front door with the key and walked inside the house followed by the guys. The house was quiet and dark. It didn’t look like anyone was in here. “Y/N?” I called out softly. No one answered.

“Let’s split up and if we find something we will yell for you, alright Juice?” Jax asked. I nodded and we all headed in different directions. Chibs, Clay, and I ended upstairs. So far there was nothing but dark rooms. I smiled at the pictures of you and Rosie.

“Juice! Get down here you will want to see this.” Tig called from downstairs. I ran down the stairs and found him in the kitchen by the kitchen island. I looked at him confused and he nodded to the island. I looked at it and my eyes widened at the sight of blood on it.

“That’s a lot of blood.” I said, my hands curled into fists.

“It’s dry so this happened a while ago.” Tig said. I nodded.

“So where is she?” I asked. Tig shrugged.

“Hey, we searched everywhere down here and there’s this one locked door.” Happy said as he came into the kitchen. “You want me to kick it in?”

“Yes.” I nodded and he led us to it. We cleared the way so Happy had space to kick the door. He took a step away from the door and kicked the door in just the right spot so it came open with a loud crash. I looked through the threshold and realized that it was the basement door. I flipped the switch on and started walking down the stairs.

“Y/N?” I called out as I descended the stairs. I looked around the cement basement and only saw a door on the other side. Everyone came following down the stairs. I walked to the other side of it and tried the doorknob. The door wasn’t locked so it came open and the sight before me made my stomach turn.

You were laying on the floor unconscious. Your body was covered in cuts and blood filled the room. There was puddles of it everywhere. Not only were you covered in cuts and blood but you had bruises everywhere. I ran over to your side and gently pressed my fingers against your neck. I nearly sobbed in relief as I felt your pulse under my fingers.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” I looked over at the guys. Jax and Opie came over to help me lift you as gently as we could. We made our way upstairs and as we came into the hallway leading to the entrance of the house, the door opened and the bastard stepped in. He paused and looked at us.

“Who the fuck are you?” He demanded. I looked at Jax and Opie and they nodded. Jax took the weight that I was holding and I let you go and stepped closer to the fucker.

“I’m her old man and I’m going to kill you for hurting my old lady.” I said as I stalked closer. He scoffed and looked at all of us in disgust.

“You touch me and I call the police now put her down and leave my property.” He smirked at me. When I was close enough I reached up and grabbed his collar roughly. I pulled him close to me.

“You think I’m afraid of your bitch ass and your fucking cops?” I snarled as I pushed him into the hallway wall. “You hurt my girl. I’m going to bash your fucking head in.”

“You are going to be in some serious trouble.” He smirked at me.

“I don’t think you are grasping this. I’m going to kill you but first I’m going to get my girl to a hospital because she’s more important. Once she’s taken care of, I will be coming back here and I will be using your blood to decorate this floor.” I told him. I saw a flash of fear go through his eyes as he processed my words. But then he went right back to smirking.

“Juice, Opie and I can take care of her if you and the boys want to stay and deal with this shit.” Jax told me. I looked at Jax and then back to the man in a grip. I smirked. “Call me when you figure out how bad the damage is?” I asked Jax. He nodded and then the took you out of the house. The guy was actually starting to look afraid now, good. “Hap, you think you can assist me in dealing with this?”

“Oh yes I will.” Hap said excitedly.

“Perfect.” My smirk widened. I threw the guy to Hap.

“Where do you want him Juicey boy?” Chibs asked.

“Kitchen.” I said. “Tie him to a chair.” They nodded and Chibs and Happy took him into the kitchen.

“We can start cleaning up Y/N’s blood so this can’t be traced back to her or us.” Tig offered.

“That would be perfect. Thanks guys.” I smiled at them and then headed into the kitchen. Happy threw rubber gloves at me as I walked into it. I put them on and looked at him.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Ryan.” He answered. I nodded and looked at Happy and Chibs.

“What do you think we should do to Ryan?” I asked them.

“We could cut off his fingers. I call his pinky.” Happy suggested while leering at him. Ryan started struggling against his restraints.

“No, no! Please I’ll do anything!” He said.

“See the thing is I only want one thing.” I said. “And well honestly that is just to watch you bleed.” I nodded to Happy and he handed knife over to me. He took Ryan’s hand and held it over the table. Ryan started to cry and scream. Chibs stuffed a dishtowel into his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.” Chibs said annoyed. I smirked and took the knife and chopped straight through 4 fingers. He screamed around the towel and Chibs and Happy held him steady as he started struggling harder.

“You can take the pinky Hap.” I said. He smiled and picked up the pinky and put it in his pocket. I put the knife on the table and stood in front of Ryan. I punched him in the nose and felt satisfaction run through my as his nose crunched beneath my fist. I punched him again and again until I was happy with the bloody mess that was left of his face.

“You guys think he’s had enough?” I asked Chibs and Happy. They shook their heads no while Ryan made loud whimpers around the towel and attempted to shake his head yes. I let out a chuckle and picked the knife back up. I stabbed straight through the hand that I didn’t cut the fingers off of. He let out a loud sob. I twisted the knife in his hand and his body twitched. I pulled the knife back out and looked at him.

I ripped his shirt open and began to carve into his chest. I carved until the others came into the kitchen. They looked at the mess I created and then they went over to the kitchen island and started scrubbing your blood off of it. By this point, Ryan was starting to lose consciousness. Chibs shook him and smacked his cheek to wake him back up. Ryan whimpered and his body twitched again.

“We’re done, Juice.” Clay told me a little bit later. I nodded and looked at the pathetic fuck in front of me.

“Pussy.” I spat. I went behind him and lifted his head up. I took the knife and sliced his throat open. Blood poured down and I smirked. We left the house and made sure that no one noticed us leaving and then went and grabbed our bikes. I called Jax and Opie and they gave me directions to which hospital they took her too. They had to borrow Nina’s car so we would have to come back to trade the car for their bikes later.

Once we were at the hospital it was still a couple of hours before the doctors would even stopped working on you. Jax had told the doctors that you were his sister so they would tell him everything and that would get rid of the whole you have to be family issue. Apparently you had some internal bleeding that they were working on. Jax and Opie had left at one point to go get back their bikes back and tell Nina what was going on. She agreed not to say anything. She thought that the world was better off without Ryan in it anyways.

When the doctors finished and you were in a room. Jax and I went to your room and I immediately went to your side. You looked so tiny compared to the hospital bed. I took your hand and ran my thumb over it lightly. Jax stayed for a little bit and then went to go talk to the doctors about transferring you to St. Thomas back in Charming. I kissed your hand lightly and my eyes watered as I thought about how close I was to losing you.

“Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.” I promised you.

~Here you go! I will have a final part to this. Let me know what you think!~

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