#we'd talked every day until one of us fell asleep
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2015.01.
- 18+ Minors DNI
- Content Warnings: None for this chapter! Maybe a moment of tension/annoyance?
- In Summation: Two people fall in love which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.
Length: 3.1k words
- Side Notes: hahaha i hit a wall in the third chapter of this part and have been avoiding tumblr all together out of Shame but maybe posting this will change that. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading :)
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I didn't see Yoongi or any of the guy's for two years after I left.
Yoongi had texted me midway through my bus trip home, asking that I send back his jacket so that he could be reminded of me whenever he smelled it. He didn't say anything about his scarf, so I kept it. Sleeping with it every night for three months after I returned.
My mom had been fuming when I got back home, taking away my phone until the next semester of school started. Claiming I "wasn't responsible enough to be trusted" and that "phone's were an adult privilege I could have after reflecting on what it meant to be an adult".
I don't think anybody truly knows what that means.
It was about a month afterwards that school started up again. I went to classes, handed my paychecks over to my mom and snuck out with friends whenever one was able to come pick me up. My time spent at that magical house in late November came back to me in dreams, with life going back to the way it had always been, those few days with the guy's drifted into the background like a distant memory.
I stayed in touch with most of them though, Jimin sent dance videos and asked for story updates. Hobi would ask about life and share clips of songs he was composing. Namjoon sent pictures of them all out doing things together, at parties, on hikes - things like that. I got selfies and stream of consciousness texts from Tae whenever he was at the convenience store, sometimes he'd throw in an art piece he was working on for feedback.
Jin called me drunk a few times or whenever he was bored at the radio station. He didn't text much beyond cryptic one word messages or to share a new terrible joke he loved.
At first, Yoongi and I texted the most. Venting to each other about our days until night came, at which point we'd video call for hours, until one of us fell asleep.
At first, it was talking of missing each other, reminiscing on how it felt to be near one another, how the kisses were experienced from each point of view. We laughed over how nervous and clueless we both were about how the other felt the whole time.
At first, we'd stay up until our eyes burned and the sun started to rise again. Asking all the questions we had for each other, learning everything there was for us to learn.
From there, we started talking about art. Exchanging poetry and books we both loved, discussing the lines that stood out or meant the most to us. Yoongi made playlists of songs for me to listen to and would quiz me on them afterwards to make sure I listened. I started practicing how to write song lyrics, sending him some verses that I hoped would be up to his standards.
He always said that he loved them.
"I love how your mind works." he'd often tell me, "I wish I could get inside of it.".
And I'd get flustered to the point that I could barely respond. A cheesy grin plastered across my face as I returned the compliments, blathering on about how his creative genius inspired me.
It was around April, when he disappeared.
Not all at once, but-
The messages started getting shorter.
We stopped the video calls.
Telling him about my day got returned with "lol's" or "ok's".
He never told me what was happening, and I asked many, many times.
The abrupt change in his behavior snatched my heart from my chest and began to suffocate it.
I couldn't go back to see him again or confront him face to face through the distance.
On our last call to each other I asked him, trying not to plead, if anything was wrong.
If he was mad at me in any way.
"Is there something I should be mad about?" was the only response I got.
We didn't speak again after that call, well, I did. I messaged adamently. Trying to throw out every possible thing I could think of. I even threw out things I knew would never be the case, hoping he would get so annoyed that he'd break and tell me whatever the fuck it was that had made him so mad.
Ever the master of self-control, he never broke.
Jungkook and I hadn't spoken at all after I left. I figured it was for the best, that we had had the talks we needed to have. That we agreed to not tell Yoongi and to just leave it at that. It was for the best after all, right?
Telling Yoongi we had kissed would hurt him, and Jungkook and I were not going to be together.
Telling him would be like throwing acid at him, just to tell him that it was old acid and not to worry about it anymore.
Two weeks after Yoongi stopped talking to me entirely however, Jungkook started to text me.
Like it was a completely normal thing to do, like there was no reason why he wouldn't.
There was a knife that started to twist in my gut as the "what if" game: Emotionally Heartwrenching Edition, began.
There were a few top contenders for being the most likely.
Either;
1.) Jungkook had told Yoongi about what happened, and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)
2.) One of the guys had let it slip by accident and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)
3.) Lacey had seen Jungkook and I on the dance floor, and had taken her sweet time before telling Yoongi. Maybe waiting until the trust had started to build between us, so that the breaking of it would hurt that much more. (Absolutely not understandable.)
Jungkook mentioned nothing about it, simply picking up where we had left off, being a devastatingly good sweet talker and annoyingly easy to have conversations with.
We had been talking for about a week before I brought it up to him. My phone rang seconds after I sent the message. I was sitting in bed, legs criss-crossed and knuckles white from death gripping my blanket.
He had no idea what had happened, he told me. All he knew was that Yoongi had started hanging out with Lacey again after a shift at the venue. And that when the guy's had asked him about me, he had shrugged them off without saying a word about it.
He thought we drifted apart naturally, that it was a mutual thing. That it'd be okay to talk to me again since Yoongi and I weren't anymore.
With that, Option 3 rose to the most likely scenario and I felt sick to my stomach.
"Oh." was all I could say. And I hated how meek my voice sounded, not wanting to ask Jungkook of all people to find out more for me.
Jungkook took it upon himself to offer. And I thanked him, my tone falling flat and listless.
"I swear I didn't tell him what happened baby.", he sounded desperate as he spoke, " If I had known he just dipped on you I would've brought it up sooner. I'll go talk to the guy's, he's at work right now anyways. Hang on a sec, ok?"
I couldn't form words, a small "mhm" pushed out through tightly pressed lips was all I could manage.
After Jungkook hung up, I sat there in a daze. Different scenes of Lacey telling Yoongi at work one night were flashing through my mind. I cut the less realistic ones short, tossed aside the hyper-dramatized and rapid fire edited the imagined versions down to the most probable one.
The idea of anxiety being unrealistic felt laughable. I didn't want to be right. I wished Jungkook had given any other response besides the one he did. I could've accepted that Yoongi spontaneously decided he was sick of and hated me more easily. Because at least it wasn't confirmation of what I feared to be true.
I also didn't want to accept the fault I played into this happening in the first place. No matter what Lacey said, I did kiss Jungkook. A few times. And I did have feelings for Jungkook, they were different than my feelings for Yoongi, but there all the same.
It was easier to be angry at Lacey.
I didn't keep talking to Jungkook, I had chosen to pursue things with Yoongi and Jungkook and I had come to an understanding. Who the hell did she think she was to stir things up that had been laid to rest? Things were moving forward, things were-
Jimin's name and face lit up the screen, the buzzing of the phone call making me jump.
"Hello?" My hands were clumsy and disconnected as I worked to answer.
"Lovely! Oh my god, are you ok? Well- probably not. Ok, hang on-" Jimin's sweet voice was raised, an array of voices jumbling together in the background. "GUYS! I swear to fuckin' god, we can all talk to her. She only has one pair of ears. Here, lemme get you on speaker.".
"MY ANGEL WHAT HAPPENED WITH YOONGI?!" Tae's deep voice blared through the phone so loudly it vibrated in my hand a little.
"Oooh my god shut up, she doesn't know. Hi hi! It's Hobi! We miss you!" Hobi's voice sang through the phone, slightly louder than the rustling sounds of Tae being pushed away.
"Yo! You good? We're all out here on the couch, Tae hung what you painted in the living room. Looks nice!" Namjoon's mellow voice came next.
Against my will, I felt a smile start tugging across my face.
"Soooo, we're still us. You miss this madness? Lemme trade with you." Jin said with a groan.
"Okay, so I got everyone!" I heard Jungkook pipe up from a distance.
"Hey guys," their comforting chaos made me chuckle, "Miss you all. No trades, wish you were all here with me." I felt myself relaxing as soon as I got the words out.
"Ok, so, here's the deal. I got the scoop." Jimin started.
Stretching out onto my stomach, I laid my head on my arm, using it to press the phone against my ear. "Bless you" I sighed, chewing on my cheek. "Lay it on me please, before I drive myself insane.".
"Well, uh, Lacey saw you and Jungkook dancing and decided to tell Yoongi about it. I don't know what she said exactly, but she went real heavy on the explicit nature of the dancing. Naughty. Anyways, she convinced Yoongi to get drinks with her that night and they've been hanging out ever since." Jimin paused, huffing out air into his phone so loudly that it tickled my ear.
"Uh, yeah so, she's working real hard to try and get together with him. She felt threatened by you apparently, and is pulling this whole "sweetheart" act-"
"THAT NONE OF US ARE BUYING!" Tae interjected, grabbing the phone from Jimin.
There was a pause before any of them spoke next, muffled sounds of fighting over the phone filling the air.
"Look man, you know we don't like Lacey for Yoongi, she's always fucked with his head and we don't see this going well. But like, you know, he's a grown man. We can't tell him what to do." Namjoon was working to sound casual, but sympathy was still clear in his tone.
I didn't say anything and stared at the wall.
"Well, that sucks." was all I could think to say at first. Laughing bitterly to myself, I rolled on my back and let out a grumble.
"I mean, I did dance with Jungkook. I'm pissed she decided to say something literally months after the fact, it just feels sketchy. But, he wouldn't tell me what to do. I'm not gonna try and tell him what to do either." I said it matter of factly. Like I wasn't internally screaming an obscene string of cuss words at Lacey, Yoongi and myself.
"Be pissed girl!" Hobi hollered, "It's not just sketchy to you. We all, well, almost all of us are pissed for you." his words sped up at the end, blurring together before the phone jostled again.
Jungkook's voice was quieter than normal, sweeter than I expected it to be.
"I'm pissed for you too. It's not like I was happy not talking to you but I don't ever wanna see you hurt. I'm pissed at Yoongi for hurting you like this." it felt like he was trying to hold my heart in his hands. Gently. Not wanting to squeeze too tight.
I thanked the guys and bugged them about visiting before hanging up.
There was a ringing in my ears that made everything feel weird underneath me. Like I could feel the Earth turning but I wasn't a concrete part of it.
Jungkook called me back privately, whispering that he had stepped outside and had wanted to check in on me.
The hurt I was feeling had turned into a little devil on my shoulder, poking at every way this was all my fault.
"Baby?" Jungkook's cute little pet name for me suddenly burned.
"Mhm."
"Do you not wanna talk to me anymore? Like, are you too sad about Yoongi?" the worry in his voice sent guilt hurdling into me.
"Of course I do, I'm sorry. This just, caught me off guard. I am sad, I think I'm too thrown off to feel it right now. I don't know, we did more than just dance together y'know." I brought it up scornfully without thinking, immediately fearful that it sounded abrasive.
The smile in Jungkook's voice was poorly disguised in his response, "So, you've been thinking about us kissing?".
The cute behavior was unfair. Any time I was upset, Jungkook had an infuriatingly charming response to get me smiling again.
I wanted to wallow, dammit.
But the thought of kissing him curled my toes and if I had been strong enough, I was sure my phone would've crumbled in my hand.
I mumbled out an embarrassed, "I don't know", making Jungkook snicker before saying he'd thought about it too. Abruptly hanging up as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
There didn't seem to be a way to make it right.
It wasn't like my feelings for Yoongi had gone anywhere. They were sitting along the bottom of my ribcage and slowly gnawing away at me.
Flipping through the consequences and complications of every situation I could imagine, I landed on two options that seemed the most ethical.
Option 1: Talk to Yoongi and apologize. Possibly stop talking to all of them if he couldn't forgive me.
Option 2: Leave Yoongi alone and possibly stop talking to all of them so that I wouldn't become a source of tension for the group.
I couldn't imagine being on bad terms with just one of them, or not talking to just one of them.
I could respect Yoongi's choice and also let him know I was sorry for not telling him. That I didn't think hurting him was okay. I don't know, maybe I wanted to give him an explanation so badly in hopes that he'd understand and forgive me.
More than that though, I wanted to say sorry because I was sorry. And it felt important to say, regardless of what happened afterwards.
Despite that train of thought, it took me a month and a half to work out what to say.
And another month after that to find the courage to send it.
He never responded.
I didn't stop talking to the others like I thought I'd have to.
And I kept talking to Jungkook.
Whenever I couldn't sleep, he'd set up his phone so I could watch him play video games until I drifted off. He'd call me at work and ask to be held in my pocket so he could hear how my day went (it was a bad line he'd gotten from Jin, but he wound up liking doing it).
He told me that he'd apologize to Yoongi for suggesting that we don't tell him. A light of appreciation for him glowed through the layers of pain.
It was so easy with Jungkook.
I couldn't say when he became a part of my daily life. It was like I woke up one day and couldn't remember how life had ever felt without him.
My feelings for him were warm, like I was always about to drift to sleep in the sunshine. We grew incredibly protective over each other, both of us having to convince the other to not make impulsive trips when one was sad.
Anytime either of us found something interesting, we would spend the next week or two both learning about it. Blowing phone's up with fun facts and side topics that we'd come across.
We weren't just friends. There wasn't any denying that.
But we never talked about what we were, there was simply an understanding. Natural, simple, that was how it always felt with him.
I didn't hear back from Yoongi for almost a year and a half.
It was midday, on a Tuesday.
I had just gotten out of my last class for the day.
Yoongi called me.
"Uh, hey." his voice sounded strange, excitement helping to keep something else pushed back.
"Hey, it's been so-"
"Hey it's me, do you remember me?" Lacey's voice giggled through the speaker and my spine went rigid.
I had to keep moving, taking loops around school buildings and letting myself get lost. I told Lacey I did remember her and she squealed before saying to Yoongi, "You see? I'm very memorable.". The sound of a kiss squelched into my ear and I gritted my teeth.
Why they hell were they calling me?
"So yeah, uh, anyways, we just found a place near you. Most of the guys will come with us, Jin has to sort out some work stuff before he can join though. So uh, we'll be there in early November. See you then?". He sounded uncertain.
I was turning a corner as he said it and misjudged the distance, smacking a shoulder into concrete.
"Did you just hit something?" the concern in his voice pissed me off.
I felt stubborn for no reason.
"No.", I scoffed, "But I'm excited to see you all again. Thanks for letting me know.". Coldness felt like a necessary strategy. Especially with Lacey on the phone with us.
I didn't feel cold though, I felt like disintegrating.
They were getting a place together.
They were moving here.
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could I please request one where the reader Is the opening act for the tour and she goes on tour with them but ends up falling in love with Ashton?
Thank you!!
Opening Act A.I
Ashton Irwin x gn!reader no pronouns or body descriptions used
Originally posted on my Instagram
Summary: When you find yourself falling for Ashton you originally just try to ignore it, live in the moment, and enjoy the time you get. But with two weeks left of tour you're slowly seeing that if you don't tell him now you may never see him again.
Warning: slight angst towards the end but it gets resolved
I hope you like it, if not let me know💗
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I didn't try to want him. I didn't WANT to want him. But when you see someone every day and are given the rare opportunity to study them. To see them for who they are alone, with you, in a crowd, in front of a camera, and with family, you could either grow to hate them…or love them. I wish I could say I meant that in a like-a-brother way but I'd be a big liar.
I went in wanting to share my music with the world, make some friends, and maybe explore what the hidden gems of the world were. A struggling artist isn't usually the job that allows traveling the world.
He got close. Eating breakfast with me, memorizing my coffee shop order, all my predictabilities. Just as I did for him. His hands would start brushing my skin and my nerves would go crazy. He listened to me, my life, my passions.
I found myself falling further with every lyric we wrote together and he looked more beautiful every day. He'd knock on my door every night and we'd talk until I fell asleep. I used to question if I somehow slept walked to the bed every day, despite it being a new hotel room every night, until I woke one night in his arms as he carries me to my bed. I didn't want to alert him that I woke up so I pretended to sleep but as soon as he placed me down his lips pressed onto my forehead and my chest burst so hard I couldn't help but smile.
"Well, hello there, Sunshine. Finally decided to stop pretending, huh?" He smiled and reached for the blankets.
"What?" I said, trying to act a fool.
His eyes rolled as he placed the white comforter over me, "Did you know your breathing slows down when you're asleep?"
I did not, my stomach twisted a little from embarrassment but his smile made me feel like I didn't need to be embarrassed. H
He smiles at me, "Sleep well, Sunshine." He says and leaves for the door.
From then on I saw his eyes following me more often. He could be in a conversation with someone, anyone, and he'd look over at me. It was almost like he was making sure he didn't want me to leave, hoping I'd stay with him.
Before I'd go on stage he'd hype me up, chanting about how amazing I am, how the audience will love me, quelling all my butterflies.
And then came the last two weeks of the tour. I spent most of my time trying to build the courage to tell him. Reassuring myself that people who are only friends wouldn't do the things we do. Trying to push down my fear. Because if he doesn't feel the same it's not like I'll have to see him again.
Unfortunately, there was a mistake I didn't think of during this process. If I'm spending most of my time trying to build myself up, alone, I'm not with Ashton. I realized this error way too late.
After a week, a week left of the tour, Ashton knocked on my hotel door quietly, almost timidly. I look through the peephole and my heart warms at the sight of his messy wavy hair. As soon as I pull open the door he's walking in.
He runs a hand through his hair and stands in the middle of the room leaving me with the doorknob still in my hand. I left the door to fall closed gently and step closer to him leaving a few feet between us.
His hazel eyes stared into mine and the sadness makes me want to kill whatever or whoever hurt him.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asks.
I freeze, goosebumps raising up from the tips of my fingers. Fuck, im the one who hurt him.
"What? No, why do you think you did something wrong?" I asked, twisting my fingers with my other hand.
His hand falls from his hair, "You're avoiding me."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. When I come around the past few days to talk you make an excuse, whenever I bring you coffee you say thank you and just… leave, you don't eat breakfast with me, you're avoiding me Y/N."
"I'm not," my voice raises but I pause and try to level it, "I'm not trying to avoid you, I've had a lot on my mind and it's not exactly something I can talk about with you."
"What do you mean?"
"Just, I can't talk about it."
"Well at least tell me it's not about me."
I took a pause, unsure if I really wanted to lie to him.
"So it does have to do with me." He states, no longer questioning it.
I looked up at him and met his eyes, it felt almost too intimate. I hate the way he was looking at me.
"If I didn't do anything I have no clue what could be wrong. We've been going great the past few months. Please, tell me what's wrong"
His eyes scanned my face and my chest felt like my ribs were caving in. I have to tell him, I can't lie to him. My excuse wouldn't be convincing anyway.
He stepped closer and took my hand into his, "You can talk to me."
My eyes went back and forth between his eyes and a sigh escaped my lips.
"I like you. Like a fuckton. I didn't know how to tell you."
His eyebrows furrowed and I held his hand tighter, afraid he'd walk away. He held tighter.
"So you avoid me?"
I scoffed, "More like I was trying to build up the courage to tell you and I accidentally avoided you in the process."
A silence fell on us and my stomach twisted tighter by the millisecond.
"Please say something, Ash."
His eyes widened like I just snapped him out of a trance.
"I like you too."
Immediately the tension in my bones released and it felt like I could finally breathe.
"You do?"
He let out a breathy laugh, "I have since the first month. I'm surprised you didn't notice. I was the one that picked the candies you didn't like out of the bowl."
My eyes almost pop out of their sockets, "That was you!"
"That was me."
"Oh my God, you're amazing," I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
His arms tighten around me, "And so are you, my love."
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suicide tw a little later in the post, kinda heavy, kinda long. sorry i just need to talk about this
i was on youtube yesterday while trying to calm down from spiraling, and before i could find a video i wanted to put on, a 9 year old video my brother posted popped up. it didnt have any more than 10 views. knowing it'd be bittersweet, i clicked.
i was in 90% of the videos he posted. we'd be playing everything together. gaming videos, of course, if you dont know my brother, he's a gamer first person second. but in a well-adjusted way lol. he's like, really good at every game he plays and can beat them really quickly.
on one hand, it was really weird seeing my old self, even in video games. my typing style, the name i used, my character styles, etc. on the other, seeing my brother, young and so close to me, typing slow, awkward... it made me smile.
he and i used to be really close. we'd do everything together. he ... looked up to me. he talked to me. these days we've drifted. we don't ever text unless its a birthday, and then its just to say happy birthday, no conversation. i don't think we've had an actual conversation since i left. but even before then, the last time we really talked was when i was heavily suicidal and opened up about that to him finally. this was in late 2019, i believe.
he was caring, understanding, said he's struggled with it himself in the past, told me everything. and he said he would always be there for me.
it.. broke my heart, one night. we were all drinking, and he ended up getting emotional but none of us knew why. until eventually he started crying and just calling my name over and over. "oh, [deadname].... [name], [name], [name].... [name]! [name]! [name]!" it ripped my heart out, and just recalling it is painful. i knew exactly why he called my name. he was scared. he thought i was going to kill myself, and soon. and to be fair, at that point, i thought i was going to as well. i didn't tell him that, but he knew.
i'm crying lol. no one else ever knew why he did that. but i did. he was drunk out of his mind, so i ended up walking him back to his room and putting him to bed. he made me sit on his bed until he fell asleep. he fell asleep fairly quick, as he was very drunk and out of it. but he didnt want me to leave his side, so i stayed a little longer anyways.
that was the last time we were ever truly close. i wonder if he remembers that.
during my visit back to texas last year, i asked if he was mad at me. if he was ever upset that i left. he said no, he would never hold that against me. which was nice. but it did mean that the reason we drifted was just... for nothing. i mean, dont get me wrong, we'd been drifting for longer than that, the last few years i lived with him, he stayed alone in his room most of the time, and i never knew what to say. he's always been awkward, quiet, anxious, so talking wasnt easy. and i guess growing up made that feel impossible.
he eventually got a girlfriend, after years of me questioning if he was even into the idea of dating and romance at all lol, and she ended up living with us. im glad for her, coz she really turned his life around. but it did mean that i saw him even less. he was occupied with her.
theyre still together btw. his first ever relationship and its been years. good for him.
but anyways... i guess all of this just to say i miss him. i never thought we'd drift. it's hard to think about. hard to acknowledge.
looking back at those old youtube videos made me face that again. he was so young. so happy. so enthusiastic.
he had no idea what would happen.
#log date.txt#suicide tw#i talked to my sister about feeling bad about drifting from him a while ago#she said next time i visit we would make more of an effort to all hang out together#which is nice. but i dont think.. i ...#i don't think we'll ever be that close again.#i feel a little better after crying. im okay.
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There's no point in me asking you these anonymously, you'll figure it's me anyways, won't you?
If I were dating you, I'd take you to a coffee shop, and maybe we'd read, or talk, or just sit there holding hands, maybe stare into each other's eyes until one of us has to leave, or maybe instead, we'd just go home, the two of us.
If I were dating you, I'd take you to whatever museum you'd wanted, and we'd walk for hours, pointing at whatever we'd like, joking about it, and laughing.
If I were dating you, I'd bring you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every time you got sick, and then I'd take care of you for as long as you want me to or need. I'd feed you soup, spoonful by spoonful, and I'd put a cool rag on your forehead every time you got overheated.
If I were dating you, I'd take you for a night ride on my bike, and we'd go slow every time we saw a scenic view, or we'e go fast any time you wanted to feel the breeze.
If I were dating you, I'd go shopping with you and I'd buy you whatever you wanted or needed. I'd make sure you always would have the things you want, when you want them, no matter what they are.
If I were dating you, I'd lay down with you and we'd cuddle every time you got tired, and I'd wait till you fell asleep to prepare coffee for you in the morning, so that when you wake up, we could just sit in bed all day and talk, or cuddle, or just go back to sleep.
If I were dating you, I'd give massages for you whenever you asked, or peel an orange for you, or make whatever meal you wanted.
If I were dating you, I'd love you softly.
🥺🤭this is so soft and sweet. What a lot of cute little dates there'd be!! I'm a sucker for sweet dates and such. How'd you know? 🤍🎀also, I'd have to pass on the coffee in the morning since I'm not the biggest fan, and you'd even go as far to peel my oranges!! Such a romantic oh gosh 🙈
I also really adore the "love you softly" - that's all I want in life, so thank you. Also, if you did send this on anon, I wouldn't have known if I'm honest.
I honestly am also a loss for words since you've definitely given this a lot of thought for the number of dates mentioned here 🤭🌷
(P.s. my favorite flowers are lilies, for anyone wondering)
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So, I just got back from the concert and my ears are still ringing hella loud, but it was so worth it, and today even kinda sorta went full circle in the best kind of way.
After my post this morning, I went to my job which is at a mall. Our radio is linked in with the mall's radio so whatever plays on their playlist, also plays on ours, sometimes at the same time. Second Chance by Shinedown is one of those songs and I usually hum along to it when it plays, but it got me in a pretty giddy kinda mood.
After work, I went home and got ready to go to the concert. Did my makeup super nice, wore a cute tank top, put on my biker boots, and I looked fantastic. I don't get out of the house much so when I do, I want to look my best.
When boyfriend got home and got ready, we left and started the drive down there. I'm not super comfy with big cities, so he drove down. We got dinner, which put us a tad bit behind so we missed the opening act, but I didn't know many of her songs so it was okay.
We got the the place where they were having the concert, parking was a bitch as expected, got through security, and after a stop at concessions, we found out seats and I don't think I've ever been this close to the stage in my life. It's nice to kinda be in the moment in the concert scene, so being up close was a plus since we literally bought our seats last minute.
I got to see The Pretty Reckless play for the first time, and let me say this, Taylor Momsen is a woman I can greatly appreciate. She's very pretty and her stage presence is phenomenal. I may have a small fangirl crush. They played some old songs and a few new ones that I didn't know so well. They also said that this was probably the first big tour they've done in 5 years so I was glad to kinda sorta be a part of it with my boyfriend.
After their set, they reset the stage a bit. Boyfriend and I talked and my ears were already kinda fucked at that point that I wish I had bought earplugs. I was ready to see Shinedown though since I know they always put on a good show.
About 30 minutes later, they came out and wow, I always seem to forget that they incorporate pyrotechnics into their sets and it scares the shit out of me every damn time. They played three new songs, and a ton of other old ones including Second Chance. They also played my all time favorite 45. About 3/4ths into their set, boyfriend said he needed to use the bathroom and since I was driving home (because it was almost midnight the roads weren't so bad), I wanted to leave a bit earlier.
As soon as I went to grab my bag, they started playing Monsters, which is another favorite of mine because the lyrics hit me in a way so I asked if we could watch them play this one song and then we'd go. He was fine with that. They played it, I videoed it (as well as 45 earlier) because I don't know when I'll see them again, and while I rather live in the moment at concerts (something I used to not do when I first started going to shows), it's the live shows that I'm rather fond of.
We used the bathroom, went out to the parking lot, I got lost somewhere in the city because it was dark and I'm pretty bad with direction despite the GPS. Boyfriend fell asleep on the drive back, I flipped on my Spotify with the GPS so I could tap out the beat of songs with my vape to keep my focus on the road.
As I'm pulling back towards my street, flipping through songs on my massive 89 hr Spotify playlist named "Driving Tunes," it's two minutes until midnight and Monsters comes up. Of course I let it play as I'm pulling into the driveway.
The entire day came full circle and I was content with that. Now the ringing in my ears is slowly dying down, but I'm ready for the next concert to come to my area that I'm interested in. Next time I'll bring earplugs though.
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October 2, 2001
Archived from EAOnline
Greetings again, I hope you have all been hanging in there and doing well. I've been performing as usual, with a few program changes to reflect the times, namely, the regular addition of "By The Sword" and the "Star Spangled Banner." My live band has learned BTS with excellent speed and so well that, in a recent concert review, it was named as the most polished song in the set. As for the "Star Spangled…," that continues to be a nerve-wracking song to play as it relies heavily on the audience to make it come off right. In an odd Time like this, one never knows what sort of reaction the national anthem will get, but I am counting on our collective need to give our country a hug and it hasn't failed yet. What I would most like to do right now is to play for those who have been directly victimized by the recent attacks, those in hospitals, those without a place to go. If there is any way to simply go to these people and play my violin for an hour or two, giving them the comfort and human soul that instrument can magically impart, you can bet I will find it.
In my previous post, I'd gone on a short rant about the necessity of creativity in these harsh Times. Thus, I was thrilled to receive a submission to the Board by a visitor to the site, a very beautiful poem. I encourage all to send me their creations, be it random thoughts, poetry, essays, artwork, etc., and I will do my best to post them and share them with other visitors via this Board. Following is the poem I received, may you all enjoy it. My thanks to its author, Rasheed.
Concierto de Aranjuez by Rasheed, 4-23-01, 1:02 am
Explanation:
This is more about a girl I used to know than it is about music. I left this poem on her blue car one day and never got to talk to her about it until two months later, when we were on a park bench alone with July night & moon & friends in the distance that stayed in the distance. There are 11 syllables in each line because i like the image of the two 1's standing together: two individuals, like me and her! There is one meaning accessible to readers and another hidden meaning of which only the three of us (she, I, bent finger of first-quarter moon watching from the universe) know. I haven't talked to or seen her since then, and I don't think I ever will.
Concierto de Aranjuez
We've listened to this adagio before.
You sat across from me on our holy bus,
brown corduroy jacket wrapped around your waist,
Vita Nuova bashfully in your hand,
CD's in your backpack that we traded,
listened to at night, ruminated over.
We told each other that our music was good,
and that we were good, and that our souls were good,
and that the world and its soul were also good.
Rodrigo has a way with the guitar; he
can make it heavenly even surrounded
by thick patches of cold bus speaker static.
One night I listened to him, violin in
my arms, and fell asleep blear-eyed and dizzy,
drunk with so much light. It seems things have changed now-
now that you've grown up and I've failed to do so,
now that you hide from the humble reflection
of my eyes reflecting your eyes reflecting
the world and all of its lonely, half-dead eyes,
now that the half-hour eternities of bus-
ride conversations are relegated to
some unvisited fragment in our sad minds,
now that you've become the society drone
we'd convinced each other we'd never become.
You gave in, bought the clothes the empty people
wear, and got rid of your corduroy jacket.
Dante became old and shallow, the way he rambled.
And Rodrigo, well, it was time to move on.
In autumn, desire-bodies died with trees,
were shed like purposeless dismal leaves, and burned.
I thought it would be you and I storming the
city from the outskirts and breaking every
fucking neon sign and streetlight and motor
until it was just the two of us standing
and existing under the sky and stars, the
rest of existence blurring and cancelling out.
When did you forget that Rodrigo and Dante
were beautiful? When did you forget that you
and your soul were beautiful? We didn't need
to grow up and see the world growing with us,
we needed an adagio like this one,
a Rodrigo adagio, to wake us
and let us know that we were never empty
like the dim city or its dim people, that
we were glowing brighter with each passing day.
It was our adagio, our caravan
barrelling into the dawn, by the will of
the love which moves the sun and the other stars.
I have a million and one things to do so I am signing off for the moment, but thanks for reading, listening, and being strong. Very special thanks to all of you who have purchased "By The Sword."
Until next Time,
EA
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Dean Winchester: What's left behind
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Pairing: Dean W. x Reader
Pov: Deans
Warnings: Talking about past fights, including scars, Dean, Fluff, Dean!Fluff, laying in bed together, swearing, mentions of past smut, verging on implied smut, playfulness, Sassy reader.
Summary: Laying down with Y/n she starts to point out all my scars and tell her some stories I've not told anyone else.
Word Count: 2k
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Y/n had just showered and was getting ready for bed. We'd already been together for so long that it had turned into a traditional thing for the two of us.
Every time that Y/n showered and we were going to be in bed I'd give Y/n a shirt of mine and she wears just that and a pair of panties. Seeing as we were just going to bed. There wasn't a single night that we didn't do that cycle.
Y/n would grab the remote to the TV, and I could turn our bedroom overhead light off, turning on the side table light instead. Y/n would climb under the sheets of our bed, grab a book and throw the remote in my general direction.
I'd climb under the sheets., and flick through the man channels that we have. Before landing on the same stupid cartoons that I wasn't able to watch as a child seeing as I was taking care of Sam.
After a few episodes of cartoons, Y/n would put her book down along with her reading glasses and cuddle up with me. Ask me what we were watching. "We're watching scooby-doo. I think it's actually an older version of the cartoon." I said this time around.
She snuggled closer and draped her uncovered leg over my pajama pant leg. The pajamas always make her laugh. The ones that have hotdogs printed them. My shirt grazing over my bare chest.
This is how we fell asleep. Snuggled close to each other, our arms wrapped around each other in the most intimate, protective sort of way. This night was different though.
Y/n started to trace my light scars that covered my body. The ones from being stabbed, or shot during a hunt. Or just the simple more domestic ones like the cuts I get while I shave my jaw.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" I asked her, truly wondering what had gotten into Y/n.
"You know, we do the same thing every night. I have seen you shirtless many times. In many different situations, and I've never asked you were certain scars come from. Talking about the ones that came before I was in your life, baby." Y/n said still tracing scar lines.
“You want me to describe my scars?” I asked her. A little confused as to what Y/n was asking me. “Yes, you goofy! What do you think I was asking?” Y/n said rolling her eyes and smirking at me.
“Okay, I get that. Pick a scar and I’ll try to tell you the story of said scar.” I noted.
Y/n grazed her fingers over my shoulder, down my forearm, around the side of my stomach, and then she abruptly turned me to my side. Tracing her hand down the back of my spine. Then Y/n turned me back around on my back. Pointing at the scar that was on my stomach.
It was a long slender cut. It was about midway down my stomach right above my belly button. “This one, Deanie. Tell me the story of this one.” Y/n voiced.
I had to think for a moment. Going back recalling the memories and fights of old hunts. “Let’s see this is a scar from about six years ago. Sam, and I were on a hunt to kill a Ruagru. It was down in South Carolina. The town was on the smaller side.�� I stated. I took a breath in and then let it go, and continued talking.
“The drive was nice, and it was during the summer. So, the three layers of clothes and long flannels needed to come off. This time around Sam and I only had one layers clothes on. We went ahead and did the research for the hunt. The town was losing many kids. The kids in the morgue had they had absolutely no blood in their bodies. That was odd for the small town to deal with.”
Y/n tapped my shoulder, “Is this story a long one?” She asked giggling. “Patience my dear child!” I said starting to tickle her sides. “TELL the story, Dean!” Y/n shrieked. “Okay, okay I’ll tell you the story.” I spoke.
“Sam eventually found out where the ruagru was staying. He found out like the little hacker he is by duh hacking into the tariff lights and such and tracking them down that way. It was of course an old barn, down an old torn up road deep in the woods. Like really, but whatever right. So, we grabbed our shit from the back of baby and got to work. Now let me set the stage for this hunt.”
Y/n hummed in a response for me to continue.
“The barn was old like I have already said, the outside was painted red, but it was so old that most of the paint had come off already. The inside was much different, it was fixed up and made to be livable I would assume. Sam and I snuck in through an open space near the doors of said barn. Sam had a Molotov cocktail, and I had a weapon that looked fucking awesome.”
I said with excitement flowing through my words. Y/n raised her eyebrows and shook her head. Like I was child who had just said the stupidest thing ever, but she doesn’t want me to know.
“It was just a demon killing knife, I bet.” Y/n said rolling her eyes.
“Hey, hey now don’t ruin my story now.” I spoke. Hushing her and continuing on telling my story.
“So yes, a demon killing knife is was I had. I walked in first being the over protective brother that I am. Sam behind me and ready to throw his Molotov cocktail. I was ready for anything if there was more than just one monster. When we finally found the ruagru I guess I must have startled them because they turned around and were in my face within seconds. Within seconds after that they had picked me and thrown me all the way through a wall. The old sherds of woods grazing past my stomach.”
“OH, ahhh!” Y/n said being a smartass.
“Don't be a smartass Y/n. Let me finish the story you so gracefully wanted.” I spoke.
She shrugged and bumped my shoulder with hers. Letting me continue telling my story.
“I didn’t realize until long after Sam and I had killed the ruagru was killed that I was bleeding through my shirt. Sam was actually the one to realize that I was bleeding. I was so mad when that shirt got ruined by the time, we were able to clean our clothes the next time. I ended up throwing away the shirt.” I said with a sad tone behind my voice.
“What was on the shirt?” Y/n said a worried expression on my face.
“You know to think about it now, I think it was an ac/dc shirt, or maybe an old guns and roses shirt that I had found in a local thrift shop at one point long ago. To be honest with you I hadn’t really thought about that since that moment.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Can we do one more, before we go to bed?” Y/n asked me nuzzling up closer in to my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and roughly brought her as close as we could possibly be to each other.
“Sure baby, choose away!” I said, a yawn ending my sentence.
She looked around and ended up landing on the cut just underneath my jawline. She outlined it and then said; “What about this one?” Giving Y/n a rather confused expression I made sure that was the one she wanted next. “Are you sure? This one doesn’t really have a great story behind it.” I spoke.
“Duh you goof I realized that, but still, I want the story for this one.... PRETTY PLEASE!” Y/n said screaming the last part. I looked over at her, with my eyebrows raised far up on my forehead. She giggled when she looked up at me, “I’m right here sweetheart. There’s no need to scream!” I whispered. “Whatever you say grandpa.” Y/n came back with.
This time my mouth was wide open my eyebrows still far up on my forehead. I rolled my eyes and closed my mouth. “I’m just going to forget that statement and start my story.” I said, “So, this little scar is actually from when I shaved for our first date.” I said getting thought in thoughts about our first date.
Y/n wore a beautiful short red dress, paired with a pair flats. Y/n pretty much had no make-up on and wore her hair naturally. I took her not to a bar, but an actually four stared restaurants, not that far from the bunker. That night ended very much at the front of Y/n’s bedroom door.
But I remember as I went to walk back to my room. I was pulled by my wrist into Y/n’s plump lips. Now I’m not going to say kissing Y/n didn’t make me feel like a teenager all over again but that’s pretty much what it felt like.
That night we went slow mostly because I knew in that moment when Y/n pulled me into her lips that I wanted to be with her forever. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. That only made everything else feel more heightened.
I went slow with her, learning the curves of her body that night. I just listened to her body, I wasn’t trying to show off, or make her remember me. That was something we could do later, but in that moment, I just want to feel her and be with her in every single way.
I was forcible pulled from my thoughts when Y/n jerked my arm rather hard. “What!” I said a stream of worry flowing through my bones. “Nothing, don’t get you panties in a wade. I just was wondering if you were done telling that story?” Y/n asked with raised eyebrows
“Umm. To be honest with you. All I can remember from that night was how beautiful you looked, and how that night at your bedroom door that I wanted to spend that rest of my days with you. I knew right then that no matter what Chuck said or what Billy said that we were going to be together because I love you.” I said kissing her lips.
Just like every time I kiss her lips it reminds me that she isn’t going to leave. That we are together through anything that could possibly be chucked at us. It reminds me that I’ve got everything I need and it’s all in the room.
When we released each other lips, Y/n looked at me, with bruised lips and said; “I love you to y’know. I remember that day so vividly too. You were wearing your normal jeans and a nicer shirt; we went to a four-star restaurant, I think. I remember you dropping me off at my bedroom door. I so wanted to kiss you before I shut that door, but I couldn’t balls up. I guess that thought of this never happening was too overpowering because the moment I heard your shoes start to fade I opened the door and took the best leap of my life. I love you too Dean.” Y/n said.
Y/n kissed me again in the process ended up in my lap. “Y’know we always end up like this.” I stated as Y/n kissed down my neck. My hands falling down to hips. “This is going to end up with you being submissive, and taking me so well dear.” I spoke. Digging my nails into her hips. She bucked.
“Not too fast naughty boy. Treat your girl to a show first” Y/n said winking at me, before somehow getting out of grasp and running out of our room and down the hall. “Let’s play a quiet game of tag baby. Oh, and just to let y’know. You’re it Dean.” Y/n said running down the hall.
“Yeah, yeah. You better keep running little girl. Because once I catch you. You will be bombarded with kisses all over your body.” I yelled as I followed her around the bunker halls.
“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none” - Madeline Miller, Circe.
Completed on: 04/07/2021
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The Weekend Part 2
Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader), Fergal Devitt X Reader (Finn Balor X Reader), Drew Galloway X Reader (Drew McIntyre X Reader)
Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT
Fergal fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He hadn't been sleeping well, so I was happy to see it. I, on the other hand, couldn't get my mind to stop spinning. This afternoon had been so amazing right up until the jealousy. We'd have to figure that out before any permanent decisions were made.
After a while, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. The best thing I could do is get up, drink some water and play a little candy crush until I could relax. As I sat on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt, I thought back to today. I wanted all 3 of my men to feel appreciated, and in truth, Joe had one on one time with me this afternoon. If that was what caused the jealousy, I simply need to let Drew know I cared for him too.
Silently, I slipped into Drew's room and out of my t-shirt. He started stirring as I held back the blankets to slip into bed. His deep gravelly voice asked, “Princess?” I crawled into his arms, smiling as I felt his kiss on my forehead. Leaning up, I brushed my lips with his. I felt him smile as he pulled me closer to him. Knowing that his chest hair would tickle my face all night, I rolled over and pressed my back to his front. I felt his heavy, muscled arm drape over me and pulled me close to him. He let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep. I followed soon after.
The bed shifted as Drew climbed out of it. Bright rays of sunshine streamed through the curtain. “Princess,” Drew whispered. “Go back to sleep, love.” I tried, but it wasn't happening. As I went to stretch, I realized that nearly every muscle in my body was sore. Really sore! I squeaked out a little yelp just as Drew came back to the room from the bathroom.
“Are you ok?” He was by my side before I even finished the yelp; his hands running to my cheeks.
I covered his hands with mine and assured him I was. “I'm really sore this morning.” I grinned up at him.
He simply smirked down at me. “I don' doubt it, princess.”
“Listen, I know this is funny, and I'll be happy to laugh about it after it stops hurting.” I fake whimpered which elicited a warm smile from him. “Could you get the Tylenol out of my purse?” I asked.
“Yes, ma'am.” He left, and I could hear him in the kitchen. “Guys, we might have to change our plans for today. Our princess is sore.”
The sound of Joe's chuckle filled the air, and I heard Drew explain that it would be best if they could not tease me about it yet. Fergal ducked his head in the door and came to my side. He pulled the blankets back and started running his hands over my legs massaging the sore muscles. “You ok, luv?” he asked. I assured him I would be, but taking a hike today was not a good idea.
Drew returned with my purse, “I'm not gettin' in your purse. Who knows what kinda stuff you've got in there?” He passed me the bag, and I grabbed the Tylenol.
“What the heck do you think I keep in my purse?” I teased as he handed me some water.
“I don' wanna know.” He smiled before looking at Ferg, “Why don' we make some breakfast in bed for our gal?”
Fergal agreed. “Stay here,” he said brushing a sweet kiss to my forehead. The idea of my men taking care of me was tempting, but I had to get up to stretch out, so I pulled my sore muscles out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I joined the guys in the kitchen, they all looked disappointed.
“We were gonna serve ya breakfast in bed, princess.” Drew said as he pulled me in for a hug.
“I have to stretch these muscles out anyway.” I said as I took a seat at the table.
Joe came behind me and placed a plate of food in front of me. “Maybe we can give you a massage later to help.” He offered after placing a kiss on top of my head.
The three of them massaging me? Oh, I could go for that! “That sounds fantastic.” I admitted.
As Fergal sat next to me and gave me a quick kiss, “I t'ink we can handle t'at. Did you have trouble sleeping?” He arched an eyebrow at me.
I couldn't answer with my mouth full so I nodded. When my mouth was empty, I whispered to him, “I hope that's ok?” I referred to leaving him and joining Drew for sleep.
“Of course, luv.” He squeezed my hand. He continued, “So, you’re not up for a hike today?” he asked.
I answered a bit too quickly, “No!” which elicited a smile from all three men. “But I know you Ferg. You're going to get cabin fever if you stay here all day.”
“Cabin fever?” he asked.
“Restless.” I answered.
“Bored, and she's right Ferg. You can barely sit still on a regular basis. Why don't you and Drew go hiking? I won't mind staying here with Y/N.” Joe said.
I could tell the offer was made with the best intentions, but a spark of anger crossed Drew's eyes. I tapped Fergal's leg with my hand and nodded for him to see Drew's jealousy. He placed his hand on mine and ran his fingers over my knuckles. He nodded at me to let me know he'd seen.
“Boys,” I glared at all three of them. “We need to talk. Grab your breakfasts and sit down.” I commanded. A look of apprehension passed Joe's face, and Drew grimaced. Once they were seated, I started. “If this is going to be a permanent situation, we've gotta get some things straight. I've noticed a lot of jealousy already.” I looked from Drew to Joe, and both hung their heads in guilt. “Fergal and I have talked, and we are interested in continuing this, but we've got to get a handle on this jealousy right now.” Ferg nodded in agreement. “Each of you has traits that I adore. Joe,” I looked at him and placed my hand on his forearm, “You're my sweet teddy bear. Drew,” I said placing my hand on his forearm in the same way, “You're my giant Scottish King. You two HAVE to understand that you are both important to me. If you two are jealous of each other, this won't work. Drew, do you want to continue this? With all three of us?” I looked at him.
“Aye, Princess. I'm sorry.” He grabbed my hand off his arm and kissed my knuckles.
“Joe, Do you want to continue this with all three of us?”
“Yes, baby girl.” He rubbed my knuckle with his thumb.
“I'm going to need you guys to communicate your needs with me too. If something isn't right, I want you to tell me. If you need more one on one time with me, communicate that to me. We can work through it. Do you both agree?” They both did, and I looked to Fergal. “Babe?”
“You know I'm good with this.” He smiled at me. We had talked about it before going to bed last night.
“Good. Now....” I started thinking of how to handle today. “Why don't you all go find a gym and get a good workout after breakfast? I can stay here and stretch out my muscles. Hopefully, I can get back to feeling somewhat normal again.”
“The offer of a massage still stands.” Drew said softly.
“How about we do that after your workout?” I asked.
“You got it, baby girl.” Joe replied for both of them.
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“Massage time!” Drew announced as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “Let’s get these clothes off Princess.”
There were hands everywhere quickly removing my clothes as well as their own. “You need to take your clothes off to give me a massage?” I asked.
Joe huffed out a laugh. “Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen after this massage.” He picked me up and unceremoniously flipped me onto my stomach. The men had obviously discussed a plan of attack before they got back to the cabin, because they each took their place right away.
Joe was in charge of my right side, Drew on my left and Ferg stood knelt next to my head massaging my neck and shoulders. We may have known how the massage was going to end, but my guys still took the time to massage every part of me, adding kisses from time to time. I watched as they worked, eyeing the taut muscles rippling under skin, the carnal smirks as they massaged my breasts, the lust in their eyes when I moaned in relief and of course their rock hard dicks. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
Joe was massaging my legs when his hand slowly crept up my thighs.
“You feeling better yet, Princess?” Drew cooed out softly.
I was going to say yes, but Joe slid his finger over my sex and I gasped when he flicked my clit. “Oh yeah. She’s ready” he said. “Aren’t you, Princess?”
I looked up at Drew and nodded yes. He leaned in, kissing me gently as Joe began kissing my thighs, moving up so slowly. As I moaned into Drew’s mouth, Joe nibbled playfully at my hood, quickly followed by flicking his tongue over my clit. My moan turned into a needy mewl, and Drew broke the kiss, looking down at me.
“Is Joe making you feel good?” He teased as he stood and towered over me. I whined and tried to wriggle, but Joe wrapped his arms around my legs holding me still. “Ohhhh. He is. Isn’t he?” He brushed the back of his fingers over my cheek. “Open that mouth little girl.” Drew grabbed his huge cock in his hand and pressed it against my lips. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out obediently.
“Ah, Dat’s ma good girl.” Ferg brushed his hand over my hair before he pulled my hand to his dick.
I grasped and sucked at the same time, eliciting a moan from both men. “You take my cock so good.” Drew said as he thrust into my mouth again. I quickly found a rhythm to stroke Fergal while Drew filled my mouth and part of my throat over and over. Fergal began playing with my nipples.
Even after last night, the feelings of all three of these men pleasing me was overbearing. My core clenched in desire as hands and mouths explored my sex, my body, my skin. I whined out in the painful need; a tear rolling down my temple into my hair.
“You ok princess?” Drew asked as he pulled out of my mouth suddenly. The other two men realized something was wrong and stopped too, which only made my need worse.
Fergal wiped the tear that escaped my eye with a gentle brush of the back of his fingers. “Love?”
I nodded before I could answer. “Yes. Just….”
“Just what love?” Finn asked. Would I disappoint them if I asked for a little less stimulation? Ferg leaned down close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Tell us.” His tone was gentle and caring, and I saw only concern from all three of them.
“I’m just a little over-stimulated. I know I handled this and more last night, but it’s just too much right now. Just a little too much.”
“That’s understandable, baby girl.” Joe cooed to me. “How about you tell us what you want?” He asked.
I should have known the guys would understand. They were all so sweet. I smirked at Joe, “Well, for starters,” I put my hand on Joe’s shoulder and started pushing down. “Keep doing what you were doing.”
All three of the guys laughed as Joe resumed his place between my legs. One long lick across my sex elicited a long moan from me. Ferg moved to the head of the bed, picking up my head and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke my hair lovingly.
“There we go, lass. Is that better?” Drew asked.
I looked to him and took his hand. “You are all such,” Mid-sentence, Joe had dipped two fingers in my sex as he sucked my clit. My back arched, the tension in my core becoming unbearable. I needed to cum. When he curled his fingers to brush my g-spot, I exploded with a near-feral groan.
“T’ere ya go, luv.” Ferg cooed down to me. He waited a minute before asking, “Better now?”
Him stroking my hair felt so good, so soothing. The sensation so different than the wild storm of lust that was rising up in me again. Joe peppered kisses up my body until he came face to face with me. He looked entirely too proud of himself as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. He didn’t speak, but instead let out an almost imperceptible growl in my ear, which made me smile. He wanted to take me now. I knew it. I wanted that too, but there were 2 other men to please, and we both knew it.
“Lay down here.” I tapped the bed beside me and Joe laid down. I curled onto his chest lovingly as Drew laid down behind me, his hands caressing my body softly, his lips softly pressing into my neck. It was a sweet moment as all three of my men held me, but it was over too fast. Drew’s hand slid down to my ass, caressing and grabbing at it as he lined his cock up to my slit.
In one long stroke, Drew buried his massive cock inside me. The pleasure caused me to jerk, and I ended up looking at Joe. “Is this ok, princess?” Drew’s words were nice, but there was a desperate need tempering his voice.
“Yes!” I was quick to answer, and my enthusiasm made the guys chuckle.
As Drew slid out and back in me, Joe hooked his fingers under my chin, lifted my face to his and kissed me. I gasped into Joe’s mouth as a third stroke caused my back to arch. I couldn’t lay still…. Not with how good Drew was making me feel. I couldn’t just stay and enjoy Joe’s kiss. I leaned up on my elbow as Drew found a good rhythm.
“You ok, luv?” Fergal asked. He was being so patient. I smiled up at him for a second before Drew’s next thrust. Each time he entered me, it was faster and harder until he was pounding that massive cock inside me so hard that I couldn’t think straight.
“Y…. Yes.” I answered as soon as I could.
Joe rolled onto his side, resting his hand on my hip as he cooed out praises to me. “You’re doing so good for us, baby girl. So good.”
Drew fucked me for an eternity. At least it seemed like an eternity. I began to worry about my other men, but they continued to sooth me and praise me. I came 3 more times as he continued, hard and fast. When he finally found his release, he came all over my hip and ass. Ferg got wet washcloth and cleaned me up as Drew laid recovering behind me. Once done, Drew turned me over and pulled me onto his chest, kissing my forehead as he thanked me.
“I should be the one thanking….” My sentence was interrupted by Joe’s fingers sliding into my wet cunt. My surprised moan elicited a chuckle from the men.
Joe wasted no time, filling me with his length before I could even think about it. He may have been the sweetest of the three but that gentility disappeared the second he was inside me. His fingers grabbed greedily at my hips, pulling me back onto his cock over and over. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises on my hips, but right then, I didn’t care.
He fucked me so hard, I thought my cervix might be bruised. It was sweet pain. I came again and again, losing myself in the tide of my orgasms overtaking me. A scream jarred me out of my bliss. It took a minute for me to realize I was the one screaming; screaming in a combination of pleasure and pain.
Joe spanked me hard, the burning in my ass fading into tingling and heightening my ecstasy. Hearing my moan, Joe spanked me again. As before, I couldn’t stay laying on Drew’s chest as Joe’s thrusts pushed me into me jarringly.
Joe locked his lips over my neck, sucking a spot until I was sure it would bruise. A brief thought of how much makeup I’d need to use on the bruise was quickly pushed out of my head as Joe thrust again.
Fergal reached for my hair, bundling it up into a ponytail as Joe continued. Ferg handed the ponytail to Joe, who needed no instruction. He grabbed the hair willingly and began to pull my head up hard; using my hair as leverage to fuck me harder. The combination of his hand grabbing at my skin, him pulling my hair and the delicious friction between my legs was overwhelming and yet, perfect. The pleasure built until it was a combination of pleasure and pain. Just as I was certain I couldn’t stand another minute of it, he growled out as he came, pulling out of me and leaving his seed spread across my other hip and ass.
Ferg was quick to wash me up again, and the bed rustled as the men adjusted, but I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes and see what they were doing.
“Love?” Ferg was in front of me. I opened my eyes to find that Ferg was laying next to me. Drew was gone and Joe laid on his back recovering. “Are ya ready for me?” I could hear the edge of desire in his voice. He was desperate; needy.
I dreaded the mere idea of another round, but as Ferg’s blue eyes looked into mine, I knew he’d be gentle with me. His hand came up to my cheek, his thumb caressing the curve of my face. Seeing nothing but gentleness from him, I nodded yes. “I’m a little overstimulated.” I warned.
“I know love,” He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly, carefully. “I know. I’m going to be careful.” Turning us until he was above me, Ferg pushed his knee between mine and took his place between my legs. Brushing his dick over my sex, Ferg smiled when he found I was still very wet.
Slowly, gently, he entered me. I may have been over-stimulated, but the second I felt my lover inside me, the fire in me re-kindled. Yes. I could go one more round. One more for my men.
I surrendered to Ferg, and he did not disappoint. We made love, soft and slow. Joe slipped out once he was recovered, and I heard a shower turn on, but as Ferg reached down and started circling my clit with his finger I forgot about everything that wasn’t in this bed. I exploded moments later, my core clenching hard around him. “Fuuuuck.” He moaned out, and I knew he’d lost control too, cumming with a wild roar as he emptied himself inside me.
He laid beside me, gasping for breath as he recovered. I was completely spent, unable to move at all. Ferg curled around me, gently caressing my skin with his fingers as he kissed me softly. When Drew returned a few minutes later, wet and gloriously naked, he quickly scooped me up from Ferg’s hold, kissing my forehead as he carried me to the bathroom. “You ok, princess?” he asked as he set me down on the side of the tub that was now filled with warm water.
I moaned my agreement, barely able to keep my body upright. “Can you handle this part alone?” he meant pee. When I nodded yes, he ducked out of the bathroom, letting me handle the necessary task. “Ok babe. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up and helped me climb into the warm bath. Sitting on the floor beside me, Drew carefully washed me before putting me back to bed with a couple of Aleve and water. Obviously the guys had discussed this, because Joe now came to lay beside me, pulling me onto his clean and slightly still damp chest. My heavy eyes closed now, and I drifted off to sleep completely sated.
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My Pirate Lord and Our Life Ch. 36
Chapter 36
It took about a week of travel time for us to reach Azuchi. When we arrived I was given my old room, as well as reinstated as chatelaine and a castle seamstress...not that Hideyoshi nor the castle seamstresses would let me do much of the work. No one wanted me overworking myself in my condition after all.
Every time someone mentioned it that way, Misa and I would roll our eyes. I wished they would let me do more. Working helped me to keep my mind off of things. It have me something else to focus on. Granted my thoughts were never far from Motonari. Wondering where he was. How he was doing. Hoping his wound was healing alright. Wondering when I would be seeing him again and when this nasty business would be over with.
Misa was also given a room in the castle, though she elected to stay in my room with me. She knew that nights were even harder for me. When I had absolutely nothing to occupy my thoughts and could only think about how much I missed Motonari and just wanted to be in his arms. She's had her futon brought in and laid out next to mine and would talk to me about all manner of things until I fell asleep.
On this day, I was wandering around the castle and honestly feeling a bit guilty about yelling at HIdeyoshi when we'd all been on the ship and I'd found out he and Motonari had wounded each other. For his part, Hideyoshi had acted unaffected since we'd returned. Going into overprotective big brother mode.
Without really deciding what I was doing, I started looking for Hideyoshi. I found him in one of the spare rooms, trying to clean and redress his wound. His golden eyes looked at me in surprise. "Let me help you with that." I offered before he even had a chance to speak.
"I can go ask one of the healers. I can't let you help." He replied.
I walked over to him and took the rag from his hand. "Let me help at least one of the people I care about."
"Alright." Hideyoshi agreed with a sigh.
I dipped the rag in the bowl of clean water he had beside him and began to clean the wound. The bullet had gone clean through his shoulder. The wound appeared rather nasty, but still looked relatively good after a week of healing. "I'm betting wounding each other wasn't too hard for you and Motonari." I said, trying to keep my tone light as I cleaned his wound.
Hideyoshi coughed out a laugh. "I am sure that's why he asked me to do it." He agreed. "Originally, I was supposed to be with Keiji and it was Mitsuhide who was supposed to face Motonari and Kicho."
"But then Motonari approached you and asked you to come after him and wound him?" I replied.
Hideyoshi nodded. "Yeah."
"I'm betting he said something like, I know ya've been wantin' to kill me fer a while now, so how's about I give ya the chance ta at least stab me and make it a good attempt?"
"That's almost word for word what he said." Hideyoshi admitted. "I'll admit it didn't take too much convincing...the only part I didn't like was knowing you would be upset."
"I don't know why...I was so surprised to find out." I said, setting the rag aside and then reaching for the healing salve. "I mean...I see why you guys thought you had to do it. Put on a convincing show for Kicho...doesn't mean I have to like it any, though."
"I know that this plan is really hard on you, Ava..." HIdeyoshi began, but I cut him off.
"I know...I know why it has to be the way it is. I'm not a convincing actress so I can't be with Motonari or else I'd probably give everything away..."
Hideyoshi shook his head. "That's not why you're not with him and I am sure you know it." He assured me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, though a part of me had a feeling I knew where he was going with this.
"As much as I hate to admit this...I know Motonari does in fact love you very much. As much as I hate him for what he's done...I can admit that he has changed for his love of you. The reason you're here is because he wanted you to be some place safe. We all want you to be some place safe."
I sighed as I set the salve down and then grabbed the fresh bandages to begin wrapping Hideyoshi's wound. "I know that...I still I...just miss him."
Hideyoshi smiled at me and reached his other hand up to pat my head in that brotherly way of his. "Hey, don't look so down. Once he finds out what Kicho is up to, we'll all put a stop to his plans and then we'll be well on our way to finishing unification and everything will be just fine."
"Thanks, Hideyoshi." I replied. "You know, something else that bugs me about all of this?"
"What's that?"
"What could Kicho have seen in my future, my original time, that has made him take it as his personal mission to destroy that future?" I asked. Though Kicho wasn't exactly targeting me, it felt like he was. Destroying my old home felt personal, especially since I did know him and he knew me and even claimed to have some feelings for me.
"The only way we will know is if he ever answers." Hideyoshi replied.
"I don't see him giving up that secret."
"You never know. Perhaps we'll find out."
Motonari...
Motonari stood on the deck of his ship. Though the wound he had taken from Hideyoshi was relatively nasty, he'd had worse. With the salve Ava had made for him a long time ago now, the wound was healing up rather nicely. What really stung him was not being with her. He wanted her at his side, but he knew that she was safer with the Oda forces. Not that Kicho would likely do anything to harm her...that bastard did claim to love her after all. Though how could he when he was ready to destroy the world that made Ava?
"You're already looking better." Kicho observed as he came up to Motonari.
Motonari shot him a glare. He wanted nothing more than to punch that expressionless face, break his nose, maybe his jaw too. Dammit. Not being able to take this bastard down right now is driving me almost as crazy as not havin' my girl! He thought.
"You're looking more pissed off than usual." Kicho said.
"Just wantin' to know when yer gonna let me in on what our plan is." Motonari replied.
"We have to cause some major chaos." Kicho answered. "Since most of the country is united now, it's going to take a lot to shake the people into action."
"There are a few daimyo who would still readily go against Nobunaga if given the chance." Motonari said. "A lot 'a 'em don't like bein' told what to do now...especially by Nobunaga."
"I figured you would be the best one to know which daimyo to arm." Kicho replied. "And I know where to get the arms we need."
"I know where to find plenty on my own." Motonari countered. "Unless you got some bigger fireworks? Better be more powerful than that fancy cannon of yers ya used to blow that hole in Azuchi Castle, though."
"I know exactly where to go for the bigger fireworks, as you say." Kicho replied, a small smile appearing on his face. "I hope you're prepared for a long trip."
"I'm a pirate, of course I'm prepared fer a long voyage." Motonari replied, though he hated the thought. He wanted this over quickly. He had his family waiting on him.
"Assuming we don't run into any bad weather, we'll be coming back in about six weeks." Kicho replied.
Motonari nodded. "Alright, let's get to talkin' details."
The pair discussed the plan, Kicho telling him what they were getting and where they were getting it from. They then discussed what they should be doing to cause the most chaos and completely upend the peace that Motonari had been working with the Oda to bring about. What Kicho was unaware of was that one of Motonari's crew was part of Shingen's Mitsumono and was listening in to every word being said.
Chapter 37!
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The Way it Was - cth
part of love songs for calum, a series
summary: back then this thing was running on momentum, love and trust
that paradise is buried in the dust.
author’s notes: this was a request that i thought fit the song nicely! hi, i love ur writing...it gives me✨ serotonin✨ have you seen that video of winona ryder and johnny depp seeing each other at an award show after they’ve broken up many years ago, do you think you can write a version like that with calum where she’s an artist as well and she’s receiving her first tony award for the leading lady role in a musical, and maybe he’s given her a promise in the past but she still wears it to this day and he spots it when she’s giving her speech? and maybe they meet up afterwards.
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Calum watched as the stars passed above him. The dry desert wind hit his skin as his eyes closed and the thumping in his ears made him numb to the world. He'd been silent for most of the ride, too lost in his head to really remember how long you'd been driving him in the darkness of the desert. He didn't remember exactly how long he'd been with you after he'd watched you walk onto the stage to accept the award you'd won. He didn't remember how long it had been since his breath had been stuck in his lungs as he watched you up on stage thanking your loved ones and the fans.
The stars could only distract him for so long before Calum's mind drifted back towards one of the last times he'd seen you. When the tears running down your cheeks shined brighter than lights he'd seen on stage a few minutes ago. His ears were still ringing from the fans he'd sang to and his throat burned from the shouting match you were both engaged in. He didn't even really remember what you two were fighting about, the most recent fights had all been like that. Insults and hurtful words spewed out at one another and it seemed like every time the tears would spill or your voices would crack, Calum found himself slipping further and further away from you.
The day you two broke things off, the day you both said too much and the words stung too hard on each other's hearts, Calum knew he'd never be able to love as he loved you again. He watched you walk away, tears falling down his cheeks and shaky breaths leaving his lungs. That was the last time he saw you, as a feisty nineteen-year-old with your whole life ahead of you and his whole life ahead of his. And as your figure got smaller and smaller in the hallway of that arena, Calum couldn't help but feel his heart go with you.
"Do you think we were just too young?" you asked as the car stopped on a pullout, the dark desert enveloping you both. "Or maybe we were just too dumb to realize what we were doing back then?"
Calum sighed, his eyes looking over at you, he'd thought about it every day for years. He ran over every possible reason why your relationship had never worked, why you two fell apart and never talked again. It wasn't like you'd both changed phone numbers the second you'd walked out of each other's lives. Calum knew your new place had been only less than an hour away from the one you'd both shared. He knew that you still made the drive to your favorite grocery store down the road because they had the best oranges in town.
"Too young to know things like love. To know that what we felt was and might've been love." Calum mumbled softly and shrugged, his eyes drifting back over to the stars that seemed to shine brighter when you were around.
"I always felt loved by you, you know that? Always made me feel like I was safe and cared for," you whispered into the night, your own eyes moving up to look at the stars. "I hope you felt the same."
Calum remembers when he first felt that pit in his stomach. When he realized that he was no longer that teenage boy who got excited over holding your hand or kissing you. He remembers those nights when the lights shone brighter and your smile made his heart race. Whenever he had you by his side, he felt like anything was possible and the nights were longer and brighter.
He remembers how he'd never been able to tell you about all the feelings he'd been holding in. The way his heart raced and his palms would sweat whenever he got close to telling you about the way he truly felt. He'd whisper the words to you at night when you were asleep and he was alone on his own. He'd whispered them in the dark when your dorm was far away and the breeze coming in through the window meant that you were pressed against his chest and breathing against his neck.
"I did feel it. Felt it so hard I thought I was going crazy." Calum whispered and chuckled quietly.
Calum saw when the look in your eyes changed whenever you looked at him. When the sparkle left and it was replaced by something he'd never seen before. At first, he feared the worst. He feared that maybe you'd found someone who was better than him, someone who wasn't away for so long or would be able to spend more time with you.
He'd asked you one night about it. When he was so lost in his mind and you kept telling him off. He'd foolishly asked you if there was another person and if that's why you had pushed him away.
"You seriously think I would do that to you, Calum?! That I would fuck someone else just because you were gone!?" you scoffed.
"What am I supposed to think? You don't look at me anymore, you barely call or answer my text messages! You didn't even want to come on tour with me until I practically begged you!" Calum scoffed and shook his head, "I don't know what you expect me to believe."
"That I fucking love you and I would never leave you!"
"Sometimes I imagine what our lives might've been like if we would've worked out. If we hadn't been so stupid and let us all drift apart." you mumbled quietly, your head finding a familiar spot on Calum's shoulder, "That maybe we'd be twenty-five and exploring the world together. You with touring and making music and me with I don't even know.." she laughed.
"Making amazing music as well." Calum mumbled and chuckled, his hand squeezing your thigh gently, "You did win an award for it tonight."
"But all my songs were about...about you and the way my heart still beats for you," you mumbled, leaning into the touch of the man who'd always held it in his embrace.
"I wish it could be the way it used to be. Before all the fights and all the stupid words we said." Calum whispered, his lips leaving a kiss on the crown of your head, "With you by my side and our love shining brighter than ever."
"It could be. We could try this again, you know?" you whispered, "We're both older now, know who we are as people."
"You'd want to?" Calum asked quietly, his eyebrow peaking in interest, "You'd want to give it another go? Another chance for fighting and yelling and just....putting our hearts on the line?"
"I don't want the fighting. I want the kisses in the morning and the way you always cover your mouth when you laugh too loud. I want the midnight drives when we sing to whatever songs are stuck in our head and the love we had for one another." you sighed and sat up. "I want things to be the way they were, Calum."
"My heart is yours, you know that? It always has been yours." Calum mumbled as his hand found your cheek and his lips found yours.
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13
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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.
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"Nice digs, Cupcake."
"Nice ride, Tin Man."
The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout.
In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.
I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.
"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.
"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.
I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.
"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment.
"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles.
"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.
"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.
"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.
"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."
Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.
"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!
Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.
The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.
Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."
"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.
"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.
"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.
Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.
Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall.
The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks.
"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.
"How so?"
"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."
Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.
"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.
I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.
I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.
"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.
"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.
Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"
I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."
"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."
"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."
We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.
"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.
"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.
The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."
"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."
I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again.
"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."
That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.
"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.
"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.
He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check.
I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought.
Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.
"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.
"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."
My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.
"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.
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Rocket Queen
0.1: The Beginning
Henley's P.O.V
It's another day in this hell hole. I'll be completely honest, I deeply miss Los Angeles. I lived there for three years until my parents decided to uproot our lives entirely and move here to Seattle. I'm not happy with this at all. I miss my best friend, Athena Bass. I was incredibly close with her and her brother Thomas Bass. Or as the world knows him, Tommy Lee.
I met Tommy first. He was sitting on his porch, playing a guitar as loudly as he could. It's like he wanted to show off to everyone that he had a guitar. He wasn't that good, but he was practicing. He looked up as I slammed the car door. My parents had promised me and my little brother Nico that we wouldn't move anymore. Little did we know then, that was a lie. Anyways, Tommy walked over to me as I grabbed some boxes from the back of the minivan. I remember being shocked with how tall he was. I nearly had to look all the way up to see his eyes. He had this adorable smile that was contagious.
"Need any help?" He asked, a grin on his face.
I was in a very bad mood, so I ended up snapping at him. "I'm perfectly fine, now fuck off."
Luckily, my parents and Nico were inside, so I wouldn't get scolded for using that language. I was only thirteen then. The friendship grew after that. We hung out everyday, then when I went to school, I met Athena who's my age.
It would be lie if I said I didn't have a crush on Tommy. He was two years older than me, and a very affectionate best friend. Me being young and naïve, thought he was flirting with me. I never confessed my feelings and before I knew it, him and his band, Motley Crue, were off on tour. I gave up on the dream that Tommy would ever look at me the way I did at him. He calls every day, even when he's super busy. He keeps asking if I could come out and visit him, but I doubt my parents would allow me to do that. I asked, and they shot down the idea immediately. They never liked Tommy, but they loved Athena. I was thinking I could try to convince them to let me go visit her, then we could go see Tommy in his new apartment. The lucky bastard.
I've been in Seattle for only four months. In those four months, as Nico would say, I had lost my goddamn mind. I'm constantly sneaking out late at night when I know my parents are asleep. I've mastered the ways of sneaking out of my bedroom window and shimmying down the drainpipe. I usually get one of my new best friends, Madeline Love, and we go to one of the dingy bars that we can find.
She's probably the coolest person I know, other than Tommy and Athena. She's the only one that knows where I go every night. There's two other people in our small friend group; Jake Love, Madeline's brother, and Evangeline, or Eva for short. Jake is a real sweetheart. He's the first guy I talked to when I arrived in Seattle. Well, he approached me. He said I looked lonely, which I was.
Eva is sweet too, just very dramatic at times. This one time, I accidentally slapped her arm and she acted like I punched her in the nose. She was mad at me for two days straight. The whole situation gave me a huge headache. We all laugh about it now. The more she got comfortable with me, the more she calmed down with the dramatics.
"Henley!" Eva nearly yells, causing a few nosy teenagers to look in our direction.
I glare at them before turning to Eva. "Yeah?"
"You should come over tonight! Mads and I were talking about having a sleepover at her place, and you know it's not the same without you!"
I smile at her. That sounds fun, but Madeline and I already had plans. I look around the crowded lunchroom. Three and half more hours and I can finally go get ready for our big night on the town. I'm fucking excited. "Sorry, I can't tonight. What about tomorrow?"
"That works too! We could go shopping and all that." Eva takes a sip of whatever organic drink she bought overly priced. She's into that hipster shit where she only eats and drinks 'organic' things. I think it's just a waste of money, but whatever.
Madeline smiles, pushing her light brown hair behind her ear. "Actually tomorrow works better anyway."
Eva's smile doesn't falter. Madeline and I know that if she knew we were hanging out together without her, she'd have a hissy fit. Eva just isn't cut out for what we do. I love the girl, but if any of our parents were suspicious about what we were doing, she'd crack under pressure and tell them immediately. Then we'd all be fucked. My parents would never let me out of the house again.
"Okay so we'll all meet up at your place tomorrow at like five?"
"That works," Madeline responds, looking as Jake finally sat down.
His sandy hair is falling in his face, making him look like he just rolled out of bed.
"Why're you so late?" I ask.
His face turns red as he looks down at the food he won't eat. "I-uh-fell asleep in class and no one woke me up. I was almost locked in the classroom."
I laugh, shaking my head. "The classrooms lock from the inside. All you had to do was open the door."
Jake's eyes widen. "So you're telling me I didn't have to climb out the window?"
I shake my head. "I wish I could've seen it though."
Madeline busts out laughing. "You're an idiot, Jacob."
"Shut up, Madeline," Jake sighs, his face turning even more red.
"Aw, poor Jakey is embarrassed in front of Henley," Madeline teases.
I giggle, brushing off her remark. She always teases poor Jake for having a crush on me. I don't think he does, but she's hell bent on believing he does.
"Madeline, I will break all your records when we get home if you don't stop," Jake warns.
"Don't take it out on the music," I say, crossing my arms. "They're just beautiful masterpieces. Take your anger out on something else."
"Like what?"
"I dunno," I respond. "Anything but the music."
"You really love music, don't you?"
I nod. "It's just about the only thing that brings me peace since I left Los Angeles."
"I noticed you have a lot of Motley Crue albums," Eva says. "What's that all about."
I know that I can't tell them that I know Tommy personally. Either they won't believe me, or they'll bug me until I let them meet him and the band. I can't let that happen. I'm not going to let Tommy be bothered all the time all because I let it slip. They only just started touring with Ozzy Osbourne, but they've gained a shit ton of popularity in only the few weeks they've been on tour with him.
"They're just my favorite band. Always have been. I used to watch their shows at the Whiskey before they took off," I explain.
"They allowed you into the Whiskey?" Eva asks.
"I wouldn't say allowed. I'd sneak in through the back door. I was friends with the bar tender so she let me stay." I take a sip of my tea. "Besides, they didn't care as long as I didn't drink."
Eva opens her mouth to ask another question, but the bell rings. I silently thank whoever is above. I didn't feel like getting grilled with more questions.
Me sneaking into the Whiskey is true. But after a while, Tommy just started bringing me into their dressing room so that I wouldn't have to go through all that trouble. It was a lot of fun when I could convince Athena to come along. She tried to act like she wasn't having fun, but I knew better. I miss those days.
As I settle in my seat in the AP English classroom, I start to think about tonight. I just have the feeling it's going to be different than usual. That something is going to happen. Whether it's good or bad, I have no clue. Only time will tell.
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Accidentally Out
Summary: Shawn and y/n aren't that great at keeping their hands to themselves
Warning: slight mention of smut, angst?? (What else is new?)
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Shawn's limbs were tangled with mine come daybreak. His hair tickled the side of my neck as he snored softly. With how angelic and innocent he looked now, I could almost forget what we did last night.
I scratched at his back as he pushed himself deeper into me. Moans - both his and mine - escaped and filled the room.
"Ride me," he begged into the crook of my neck.
I smiled and pulled gently on his ear with my teeth. "On your back, Mendes."
I stretched out my sore right leg and caught a glimpse of the flourishing bruises that littered my thigh. I let out a breathy laugh.
I held tightly onto the sheets as he licked a stripe over the part of skin he just bit. Then his face was buried between my legs, his tongue painting me in feeling. God, his mouth on me was everything. I felt myself nearing my edge and told him so. Shawn eyed me from my core and unhooked my hands from his sheets, tangling our fingers instead. He moved his tongue faster against me and the noises he made were exceptionally dirty as he encouraged me to orgasm. I arched my back, my eyes rolled so far back I swear I saw stars.
My fingers ran through his hair in an attempt to keep my boyfriend asleep. His phone ringing ruined that, though. He groaned and moved out of my grasp, answering the call right before it stopped ringing. "'Llo? No, I'm not... Andrew, come on... You know, y/n is here..." Even though the irritation was evident in his voice, the sleepiness of it was still so cute. "Okay, okay... Yeah, bye."
"Everything okay, bub?"
"No," he found his way back to my chest and placed soft kisses all over my collar bone. "Andrew needs me in the studio."
"Oh no."
"I don't wanna go. I wanna stay in bed with you all day." He complained, pulling me impossibly closer.
"It's your job, Shawn. It's okay, go."
He looked up at me and pushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Can you come with me?"
I sighed, "will Andrew be okay with that?"
"I don't care. I don't want to leave you here by yourself. Plus, I think I'll write better with you there with me."
Running my hands through his hair, I nodded. "Okay. Sure, babe. Just let me get ready."
When I came out of the bathroom, showered and with a little bit of makeup, towel around my body, Shawn was rifling through his drawer for clothes. "Hope you don't mind, darling," he said when he caught sight of me. "I went through your bag and got you some clothes. I wanted you comfortable. Jeans and my t-shirt okay?"
I smiled, "perfect." I stood on my toes and held onto his arm. "Kisses?"
He leaned in and pecked my lips once, twice, three times. "Oh," he said when he pulled away, "and I have a hoodie for you in the laundry room. I'll get it in a second. It gets cold in the studio."
"You're wonderful," I mused. "Now go clean up. We don't need an even angrier Andrew."
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I sat on the couch in the back of the studio as my boyfriend and his song writers bounced ideas off each other. His guitar sat in his lap and he strummed a few notes here and there, but I tried not to pay too much attention in fear of disturbing the writing process. So I read.
Shawn told me to bring something to do, just in case. "Sometimes these things run longer than they should," he had said. So I brought two books, seeing as I only had a quarter left of the one I was currently on. When it was nearing one, Shawn made his way over to me. I didn't notice until his hand touched my knee and I flinched.
"Sorry, baby girl. Didn't mean to scare you."
I checked the bottom of my page for the number and closed my book. "It's okay, what's up?"
"Let's go get lunch. Just you and me."
"In public?" I was skeptical. We'd been together for nearly eight months, but haven't gone public yet. And we were in his hometown, if people saw us that would be it.
He nodded, "There's this place down the street I just ordered from. We just have to go get it."
I smiled softly at the boy in front of me who looked gorgeous despite the dark circles that were becoming prominent beneath his eyes. "Okay, bubba. Let's go."
I tried to keep my distance while we walked from the studio to the restaurant, but he took my hand and pulled me to his side while we walked, placing a kiss to my cheek. It was clear that he didn't care about PDA here. That made me nervous.
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Shawn Mendes Has a New Girlfriend
"Shawn! Come here!"
"What's wrong, y/n?" He came from the kitchen to the living room where I was currently pacing.
"Look at this," I held my phone in front of his face.
"Oh god," his features paled.
"Shawn, there are pictures of us! What are we gonna do?"
His phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket. "It's Andrew."
I scrolled through the article while he talked to him.
Rumors have been circling Canadian singer, Shawn Mendes' love life for quite some time now. Fans have reportedly noticed a change in Mendes' attitude recently, saying he seems happier than usual. Mendes was spotted yesterday with a mystery girl that some are speculating is his new girlfriend.
Sources close to Mendes say they've been dating for several months now.
I stopped reading because I couldn't handle it anymore. And the picture they had of us didn't help either. I felt myself beginning to shut down.
Shawn re-entered the room just as I tossed my phone on the couch.
"Y/n, calm down. It's okay. Andrew is taking care of it."
"The whole world knows now," I said, running my shaky hands over my face.
"No," he crossed the room and took my small hands in his large ones. "They're assuming."
"We kissed! We were holding hands and hugging! They have pictures! They're not assuming, they know!" I pulled away from him.
"Why is it such a bad thing if they know?"
"Because I wasn't ready!" I sighed deeply. "Okay, I know everyone is gonna have their opinions about our relationship, and I know I can't do anything about that. But we're still so new to this. I'm still so new to this. My first serious relationship is with an international super star . It's not just you and me. I have to share you with the rest of the world."
"You knew that coming into this," he pointed out.
I nodded, "I know." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I know. But that doesn't change the fact that from here on out everything we do or don't do is going to be documented. There will be people that still ship you with Camila or Hailey, and there will be pictures of us everywhere. Breakup rumors, pregnancy rumors, engagement rumors. You cheated on me. I cheated on you. It's never gonna be just the two of us again."
He ran his hands over his face and sat on the armrest of the couch. "Look, I'm mad about this too, believe me. But maybe this isn't such a bad thing. Now I don't have to hide you. I can take you to award shows with me and hug you and kiss you. What's so bad about that?" He held his hand out for me. "C'mere."
I instinctively fell into him and let out a shuddery breath. My fingers found his jaw, his lips. "I just, selfishly, wanted you to myself a little while longer."
He kissed the pads of my fingers and held on to the back of my thighs. "We're alone now."
"You know that's not what I mean." I tried to pull away, but he brought me between his legs and wrapped his arms around my torso.
"I know."
"This is such a mess," I muttered and looked down at my hands.
"Y/n, honey. Look at me."
I glanced up at him from beneath my long lashes.
"It's all gonna be okay."
I nodded, "What did Andrew say?"
He shook his head, "that he's getting the article taken down. And that I'm an idiot for showing PDA when I know you weren't ready to do public yet."
My fingers threaded through his hair and his eyes fluttered shut. "He's not wrong."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"Don't," I cut him off. "It's okay. I knew that we couldn't be a secret forever. I have no right to be mad at you for this."
"You have every right," he said definitively.
"No," I shook my head. "You were right. I knew what i was getting into. I did this willingly. I gladly took this risk."
"You scared?" He asked after a while.
"Terrified," I confirmed.
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A/n: I think I kinda liked this one lol. Hope you enjoyed it too. Please give feedback if you have any and leave requests!!
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Bad Guy
SUMMARY — you were the best recruit they had on the team, and they decided you were finally ready for your first job as an official officer, but your heart was bigger than your brain and ruined it all for you.
TYPE — criminal / officer au
PAIRING — lee jeno x reader
WARNINGS — jeno being an annoying little shit , robbery , idk bad shit , kinda sexual tbh
WORD COUNT — 4k
A/N — i apologise if there’s any mistakes, i haven’t read over and will probably forget to later.
you'd been training for this day for almost three years now, and you felt as if you were ready for it. you'd spent majority of your time learning the different procedures and techniques of law enforcement, what it meant to have leadership and how to show it, the defensive tactics you needed and many other things that took time and practice to completely understand and perfect. the amount of time you'd spent at the academy led to you slowly losing friends, only leaving mina, the other girl at the academy. however, the loss of friends didn't affect you, in a bad way at least. it motivated you to carry on, because it didn't matter about others, it was for you and you only.
when talking to other recruits, taeyong always used you as the prime example of what the perfect student at the academy should act like and look like; it may have caused people to somewhat dislike you for being so 'perfect', but if taeyong liked you then they also had to like you, because they'd get a lecture on how it's bad to despise your peers.
it was a wednesday morning, around eight thirty am when you'd received a phone call from the academy. you weren't supposed to be there that day, so you were still fast asleep in your warm, comfortable bed — the one thing that could possibly stop you from wanting to leave the house for training.
when the ringing started, you opened your eyes and sat up, stretching as far as possible to stretch every muscle to the point where it was satisfying. eyeing up the phone, you wondered if you should even pick it up, when you could really just lie down and go back to sleep, because you were asleep and it was a perfect excuse.
despite that thought, you yawned and grabbed the phone.
"hello?" you spoke sleepily, putting your head back down on your fluffy pillow, resting your eyes. you were so uninterested in the phone call already, that you almost fell asleep until you heard the voice on the other side.
"hello? this is y/n l/n isn't it?" the voice of taeyong asked, and you quickly rose from your bed and was immediately wide awake.
"uh, yes it is!" you spoke almost too enthusiastically, making you cringe. that'd definitely be on your mind later.
"i just called to say that we'd like you to come down the the station at around twelve pm. we have some important news to speak to you about, we hope to see you there." before you could get any words out, the call ended abruptly.
was it good news? was it bad news? the possibility could go from you getting your first mission on the team to getting kicked out. not to be too vain, but you could see it leaning more towards your first mission.
you had time, but you were way too excited to go back to sleep. finally, you left your bed with a small groan because you really didn't want to leave it, but there was really no point of you being in it so you should do something productive.
that's if you call mixing different cereals together in a bowl and eating it while watching the umbrella academy for the second time productive.
eventually, it reached eleven am, meaning you should probably get moving. so at that, you got up finally and changed into the uniform the academy had given you and grabbed your keys from the side. you'd only just gotten your drivers license, so you were still wary about driving. you didn’t actually want a car when you could just get mina to drive you places because she’s always free, but it was part of the job.
"we've decided that you're ready for your first job. we've been tracking down a group of young boys that have been going around to different stores and stealing a different assortment of items. they've even been caught on cctv threatening the store owners for the money in the tills. we have an idea about where abouts they are, and we need your help to find them." taeyong took a seat in his chair, and yours eyes widened from what he said.
"are you sure? what if i completely mess it up and don't find anything?" you asked and he gave a small smile.
"don't worry, this isn't like school y/n. you won't get in trouble for it. as your first job it'll make it much easier for jaehyun and i to give you pointers on what to do next time." you nodded, you felt less nervous from that. "but as officers, you get jobs whatever time, whenever. so unfortunately for you, you don't have enough time to prepare. the job is starting right now." he spoke and you almost felt like shouting at him — the nerves had one hundred percent come back.
all you did was say 'ok', before standing up to walk out of the door, going to one of the meeting rooms. before you had a chance to leave, taeyong spoke up.
"just, don't worry ok? we don't know if it's their actually hide out, so please don't feel upset with yourself if you don't find anything.
now you were in a car, of which mina was driving. she was basically your designated driver, you really didn't trust anyone else to drive you places; not even yourself yet.
"i don't understand why you're so nervous, taeyong told you not to worry and it's your first time doing something like this. if it makes you feel any better, i overheard taeyong and jaehyun and they said not even yuta could catch them. apparently they're really smart kids, i think they're around your age too." mina spoke, and you gave a sigh. yuta was the best at his job, and the idea of him not being able to catch a bunch of sixteen to twenty year olds.
when you arrived on the 'site', jaehyun, taeyong, yuta and a few others were already there.
"ah y/n! we're going to send you off with jaehyun down that way. you'll go down the right side of the building and he'll go down the left side. if you need help, use this." taeyong passed you a walkie, then walked off only leaving you with jaehyun and mina.
"remember what i said, you'll do good y/n i promise." mina whispered in your ear before walking off back to her car. being reassured by mina was nice and something you needed. all through your life since you've known her she's always reassured you and it's brought you to be who you are today; strongly disliked by most people, but it didn't hurt you in any way.
"come on, let's go." jaehyun said and you followed him to the building. it was quite small, not as big as all the others ones in the abandoned place. it was all wrecked, parts of the walls had collapsed and it seemed really unstable and unsafe to go inside — it was probably why they were only letting you go around the outside. "if you need anything, use the walkie. it's connected to mine and taeyong's." jaehyun walked off to his side of the building, leaving you by your used and with a fast beating heart.
you had completely forgotten these were actually criminals, these people had actually committed crimes and you'd only just remembered that. you'd left your thoughts finally, and had a feeling you had eyes on you, you thought that maybe jaehyun was still here secretly, but when you looked the person standing around the corner definitely wasn't jaehyun. when they noticed you saw them, they quickly went back around the corner.
you breathed in deeply and closed your eyes, replaying everything you'd learnt in your head, every single piece of information you remembered, you felt ready. so you walked with a hand on your gun in your pocket just in case. the closer you got to the corner, you were starting to think about backing out, and just saying you didn't find anything. but you knew that was wrong, and you couldn't do it.
as you turned the corner of the building, you were pressed up against the wall, and a hand over your mouth; your arms were pressed behind your hands so you could reach for the walkie to even get anyone's attention. the person in front of you had black hair parted in the middle — you couldn't lie by saying he wasn't the most beautiful human being you'd ever seen.
"please, please don't tell them you found us. please, i'm begging you." he whimpered, his eyes beginning to water. you started to become less tense, and you were starting to feel some sort of sympathy. he removed his hand off you mouth, and you gave him a glare.
"why shouldn't i? you've been stealing from stores and threatening people. you should be in jail." you tried to push his arms off you, but he was clearly much stronger than you, and you were starting to feel fear.
"we only do it because we don't have anything else, just leave us be. i promise that if you ever find us again, we'll let you take us." he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were becoming teary. he was a criminal, and he shouldn't be forgiven, but you had a weak heart and you were starting to realise, maybe you just weren't fit for this job.
"go." you spoke almost emotionally, and you looked down in guilt thinking about how taeyong would feel if he found about this — his best student let him down, on purpose. you didn't even try hard.
"thank you so much." he mumbled, then ran off down the side of the building. i sighed, wiping the sweat from my forehead, that wasn't even the worst something could have been.
"did she fall for it? dude, if she did i'm signing you up as an actor, because you just tricked a cop into having sympathy for you." jaemin jumped over the ripped up couch they had in what they would call a living room. jaemin was one of the boys that usually stayed put, he would be the one flirting with the store owner while some of the others stole whatever they needed.
"of course she did, i really deserve an oscar, i even fake cried. it was quite easy to be honest, because it wasn't leader boy taeyong or their 'best cop' yuta, what cop doesn't know how to chase down a bunch of teens? i think she was new, i haven't seen her before." the boys had been in trouble with the police on multiple occasions, at this point they were now the main criminals the police were after.
a bunch of young boys they just wanted to spend their life in the most adventurous way.
"you probably scared the poor girl to death, you really could've just pretended you were a random guy walking around, this place isn't blocked off. because now she knows what you look like, well done." renjun rolled his eyes, eating a packet of doritos that they'd recently stolen from one of the stores.
renjun didn't really do much to do with the boys, he just took care of them all. he cooked for them with the help of jaemin, he made sure they felt safe where they were. all because he was scared of losing them.
"they're invading our privacy, i'd just say were six, innocent boys that got kicked out of our parents houses because they didn't care about us." renjun rolled his eyes at donghyuck's response, the orange haired boy looked like the fluffiest person alive, but he really wasn't — he was the most dangerous one of the group, the one who was treated the worst. he wasn't scared to go up to someone and threaten them, hurt them. and that scared the others too.
"renjun where are the other doritos, i swear we took more than one packet." jisung walked into the room, smiling when he finally saw jeno was back. jisung was a lookout, he stayed at their, well home, watching out for any people and jeno was the first to leave to lead them away when jisung was worrying over the police outside.
honestly, jeno really could not care less if he went to prison, but there was no way he could leave his friends behind and be split from them because it would have broke him.
"i ate it, sorry." chenle giggled, running away as jisung ran after him shouting over the face he claimed that packet.
"i kinda feel bad about it you know? it was easy to get rid of her, but she was new clearly and probably trained for that shit for years, and i just ruined it for her." he mumbled, taking a seat and taking a deep breath. jaemin patted his back with a smile on his face.
"well you did it buddy, we're proud of you." renjun stood up whispering 'it was a stupid decision' under his breath. renjun really hated the way they did things, but he knew it was the way they survived, and he was already in a bad mood today after jaemin and donghyuck had a bad argument of which he had to spend time sorting out.
"i guess i'll just have to hope i don't have to do that again."
when you got back, you told taeyong you hadn't found anything and the whole place was abandoned, that one comment had threw off the whole job because they decided to search in other places on the other side of town, where the group of boys weren't set.
it had been a couple of days since then, and everything was starting to get messy for you. you couldn't concentrate nor could you sleep at night thinking about the boy you'd encountered. you'd learnt so much about how important it was to check people's body language, but you hadn't once looked at him below his face because he scared you. you weren't fit to go against criminals.
one night, you decided to just go on a little walk in hope that it would calm you down a little bit. grabbing your coat, you walked outside and breathed in the fresh air. it was late at night, maybe around eleven pm. when you still lived with your parents, you used to sneak out a lot when you were younger for these types of walks. you used to go to the same park every time but you moved farm far away from there and it saddened you that you couldn't go there now — you would've been a lot calmer there instead of walking down the streets walking past closing shops, making it become slightly darker as the light from the shops were off.
behind you, light footsteps were heard and you swallowed the lump in your throat, starting to walk faster. looking around, you looked for any signs of open shops you could go in but there was nothing. everything was closed. you brought up the courage to turn around, and noticed an extremely tall man behind you.
"are you following me?" you asked and he gave a small smirk, yeah, he was definitely following you. "are you going to answer or not? i don't have time for this."
"i just couldn't help myself, you just looked so delicious." you gagged at his words, you almost laughed. it was disguising, he looked disgusting, his teeth were pure yellow and his clothes were ripped, his hair was extremely greasy.
"i'd appreciate it if you left me alone, i've got things to do and you're interrupting it." you didn't know where this sudden confidence in yourself had come from, but you liked it. he reached in to grab your arm, and you tried to move from his grip but he was much stronger than you. "get your hands off me, in work at a police station and i could get you sent down right now with one push of a button. now get the fuck of me." you scowled, but the man continued to drag you into the alley way right next to you, how convenient for him.
pushing you up against the wall, his face was getting closer and closer to you, then you remember, he has a dick. so, you lifted your knee up high and used all of the energy you had to knee him, causing him to groan in pain and pull away from you. you tried running, but it didn't work as he grabbed you leg, pulling you back and pushing you down on the floor.
"i like the ones who try to get away." he whispered in your ear, dragging his lips from your ear down to your neck and you whimpered, you were absolutely terrified. that was until the man was ripped away, but your vision had gotten blurry so you had no idea who it was and could only hear the voices of others.
"jeno, get off him you're killing him!"
"no,no i'm enjoying watching this, this dick deserves to die. i swear we've come across him about five times doing the same thing, i think we should let him kill him this time."
"jae, we'll get in trouble. jeno will be in deep shit do you want that?"
"yah, i didn't think of that... hyuck pick up the girl, we can't just leave her here."
you felt arms wrap around your waist and you wanted to fight back but slowly, you were passing out. and everything was black.
when you finally opened your eyes, you were in a somewhat familiar place. it felt like you'd been there before. it was kind of bright so your eyes were hurting, but you sat up quickly to the smell of food.
"oh, she's awake. hi, i'm chenle!" a blonde haired boy appeared in front of you causing you to fall off the couch you were on and let out a small squeak. "woah, are you ok?"
"am i ok? i have no idea where i am!" you shouted, making the blonde haired boy flinch. you felt sort of bad, he seemed innocent enough, and you'd basically scared the crap out of him.
"jesus fucking christ could you be any loude- oh, that wasn't chenle making all the noise this time." another boy appeared from behind the couch and you were official in complete confusion. you remembered everything that happened last night, but you don't remember being in an abandoned building. and it hit you, these were the boys you were supposed to be searching for. "i'm jaemin, do whatever you want with that information i guess."
"i have food!" and now more people were walking into the room, and you recognised one right off the bat.
"it's you! you're the one that i almost arrested but didn't!" you shouted as you stood up, and the dark haired boy rolled his eyes and groaned.
"and you're the one that almost got me in shit when i was doing nothing wrong." he spoke and you placed your hands in your face.
"do you realise how much trouble i could get in for being here? i could get fired and i've hardly even started yet. i need to go-" you stood up and grabbed your stuff which was placed next to the couch, your coat was folded nicely and your phone, credit card and things like that were placed on the table in front of it.
you were sort of confused of why they didn't steal from you, put parts of your brain were telling you it was rude to assume they stole from everyone.
"no, before you go, promise you won't say anything about us." one of them grabbed your arm, and he looked slightly more petite then the others, less stronger, but strong non the less.
you sighed and looked at them all, "i promise i won't say anything about you."
and from that day on, you became the six boys favourite person. you become good friends with them despite it being a sin to your job, but they were the cutest things alive, you wouldn't think they'd be going around stealing, you really couldn't get over it.
something unusual had developed between you and jeno to which you didn't understand, it was like you disliked each other but we're the closest in the group at the same time. despite that, everything was getting better for them because of you. you'd helped them furnish the place a bit better, with the money you were getting from your job as an officer — ironic.
"y/n! donghyuck keeps hitting me again! i swear i didn't take your pillow, why in the fuck would i take your pillow?" jaemin shouted from across the room and you almost had ripped donghyuck's hair. today had been ten times harder to cope with them all.
"i'll take care of it, don't worry. maybe you should go take a nap or something, you seem really tired today." renjun smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder, i nodded my head and walked to one of the back rooms where the beds were. there were only six beds, so you just jumped on the first one you set eyes on.
after a few minutes, you heard a small chuckle, "what are you doing in my bed?" jeno asked and you felt the bed dip when he sat down.
"i'm tired, hyuck and jaemin won't shut up, jisung and chenle are being hype and it seems like you and renjun are the only sane ones around here." you mumbled, turning around to face him.
the more you turned up here, the more you realised how pretty each and every feature of jeno was, and just looking at him made you happy.
"why are you staring at me?” he asked, you quickly looked away and you could feel him smirking at you, he knew exactly what you were thinking. “hey, look at me.” you turned your head, and soon enough jeno’s hands were on your waist with your hands around his neck and his lips on top of yours.
even just from that, you were scared. it reminded you of that night all those weeks ago. you trusted jeno wholeheartedly, but even just his hands going under your shirt, making your burning hot skin freezing cold whenever he moved them.
“j-jeno...” you moaned lightly as his hands moved from your lips down your neck.
“it’s okay.” he mumbled on your skin, his hands were slowly moving to the waistband of your pants, but the mood was quickly interrupted when jaemin had burst into the room.
“guys, renjun made us food an- oh my god i knew this was going to happen but jesus, i didn’t want it to happen in front of me. i’ll just tell renjun to put your food i-” jaemin was rambling, and his face was slowly becoming redder and redder at the sight.
“could you, like, leave jaemin.” jeno asked and jaemin nodded, and shut the door.
you and jeno looked at each other, and immediately burst out laughing. there was no way the mood was going to go back to how it was before jaemin burst into the room.
“i was thinking, maybe i should leave the dream of being a police officer behind.” you lay next to each other, but jeno quickly sat up to look at you with a shocked face.
“what? why? when you first started coming here often you’d talk about all the things you did, how long you spent working for it.” he asked and you shrugged.
“i like you guys more than i like my job, i like you a lot more than my job.” she smiled, as his lips placed on yours again.
“i like you a lot too.”
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