Swoops suggests the road trip
off-hand, between topics of a stream-of-consciousness conversation they’re
having on a bus to Boston. Kent is leaning on Swoops’ shoulder and has been for
the last hour. Nobody questions it anymore. They’ve been in each other’s
pockets since last summer, and if they’ve suddenly started to gravitate a
little closer than before, well, nobody asks and they’re not telling. But
there’s always an open seat for Kent next to Swoops, or vice versa, whenever
the team is on a bus or a plane or at a restaurant or hanging out at someone’s
house yelling abuse over a non-hockey sports game that few of them really care
It’s as close to open acceptance
as they’ll get, short of coming out. Swoops is willing to grab it with both
hands and push the boundaries of acceptable PDA as much as Kent and their
respective careers will allow.
Kent is leaning on Swoops’
shoulder and Swoops is leaning against the window of the bus. The arm-rest
between them has been pushed up so Kent can squeeze close and Swoops can put an
arm around him. Kent’s voice has gotten drowsy and his responses slow. When
Swoops says, “You wanna take a road trip this summer?” he gets a sleepy
mumble in reply.
“Yeah. Pack up the bare minimum
and just hit the road. Drive ‘til we get somewhere. Sleep in bad motels
and cheap campgrounds.” He realizes that he’s absentmindedly stroking Kent’s
arm with the tips of his fingers. It’s blatant affection but he can’t seem to
“…You wanna take a road trip
in your SUV?” Kent asks. “That’s like going to a drive-in in a limo.”
“We’ll rent something. It
doesn’t even have to be a car,” he adds, thinking out loud. “My aunt did a
cross-country thing with her biker group.”
Kent gives a light snort against
Swoops’ shirt. “You’d need a motorcycle license.”
“I’ve got one. Just haven’t
ridden for a while.”
Swoops thinks he can feel Kent’s
smile. “You? Really?”
“Yeah? Why, you think I’m
“No. Just, I don’t know. You
don’t seem the type. You’re so straight-laced.”
fucked you in a supply closet in the Vegas Hockey Arena, Swoops thinks. I fucked you ‘til you couldn’t speak; ‘til you were so sweaty
and shaking so badly that I almost dropped you. What he says
is, “I’m full of surprises.”
Game night means a house full of rowdy boys and no sleep.
The whole house is awake, almost all the lights turned on, shouts of joy and
anger bouncing through the empty hallways. You dread this night every time it comes
around, but each time, Yoongi makes a promise. “If my team wins, I’ll fuck you
like we’ve never done before.” He says each time before opening the front door,
welcoming in his friends.
They all wave and smile, team colors painted across their
faces and clothing. You would be kind for the first hour, delivering snacks and
sitting on the opposite couch, acting interested. Then as soon as the game
picks up speed, you sneak away to the basement and work yourself on the
elliptical until your legs are numb.
Unlike Yoongi and his friends, you prefer to spend your time
watching heart wrenching dramas, frightening thrillers, or comedies that have
your stomach muscles toned within the first ten minutes. It’s easy to forget
about game night with your headphones suited over your head, volume up all the
way, first episode of a new drama propped in front of you, elliptical humming
away beneath you.
You Can Stay Here As Long As You Want - Daryl Dixon
can i have an imagine where reader and daryl grew up together and he comes over her home and runs from his dad. and reader hides him in her room so her parents don’t know he’s there and they have their first kiss. maybe meeting back in atlanta years later? thanks! – a/n: okay i’m being bad again and got waaay too excited about this request and the idea is in my head so i have to write it!! – warnings: mentions of parental abuse
You had met Daryl Dixon in fifth grade in the most unexpected ways, you stood up for the boy in the hallway when someone had mentioned that his father was known to be a drunk and that the kid’s father had arrested him earlier in the week. “Ha ha, your dad is a loser and a drunk. My dad is the sheriff and arrested your dad, haha!” the boy laughed with his friends. “Shut up!” Daryl shoved the boy hard, defending himself. But this pushed you over the edge, taking the mean boy’s hair you pulled on it hard and gave him an even harder push, knocking him onto his behind. “I’m telling on you!” the boy cried back and ran off, “I’m not scared!” you yelled. Daryl was shocked by what you did for him that his jaw was wide open and his eyes were just as wide, “What’d you do that fer?” you smiled and shrugged your shoulders, “He’s an idiot anyway. You’re nice and shouldn’t get bullied by him.” you stuck your hand out and shook the young Dixon boy’s hand. “Name’s Y/N/!” you smiled a huge grin. “Daryl.” the quiet boy smiled slightly, keeping his head down a tad. With the shake of a hand, the two of you formed an unbreakable friendship.
You learned that you only lived several blocks away from Daryl and he often spent time at your home but your parents were very strict about allowing boys over so he was never allowed over when your parents weren’t home. Daryl never invited you over to his house however and at first it was something that you did not understand, “Why can’t I come over sometimes?” you questioned your dear friend as the two of you swung on a pair of swings. Daryl always tried to avoid answering your question every time that you asked and you knew it made him feel uncomfortable but you felt as being his best friend, you should know what made it so hard for him to allow you in his home. “My dad, he ain’t nice. My brother ain’t nice sometimes either.” he kicked a piece of mulch that was scattered throughout the playground that the two of you were swinging at. You reached your hand out and grabbed a hold of Daryl’s hand. “What does he do?” you were very concerned because Daryl was still dancing around your question. “He gets drunk sometimes an’ gets angry. Takes it out on me an’ Merle.” you wiped a tear that trickled from the corner of your eye, it broke your heart to hear that someone as sweet as Daryl had to struggle with living with someone like his dad. You knew that his mom had passed away in a house fire so it’s not like he could go and live with her. “Well, come live with me.” you squeezed the young boy’s hand. “I’ll just keep you in my room. My parents won’t know you’re ever there. You can sleep in my bed and when I’m not home, you can lock the door or stay in my closet.” you put your index finger up to your lips. “But it’ll have to be our secret.”
It was a weeknight and you were already in bed by the time a small tap came to your window. The tapping grew louder as you finally rolled out from your sleep, looking at the clock it read 11:30 PM. Rubbing your eyes you looked over to your window to only see Daryl crouching down and peeping into your window, waving at you when he realized that you noticed him. Your room was on the second floor of your house and when you opened the door to let him in, you could only imagine how he made it up the side of your house, onto your roof, and knocked on your window. “How did you get up here?” you asked, still half asleep. “I climbed up your storm pipe.” the Dixon boy hugged you, he smelled like cigarette smoke and was sweating. “Why are you so sweaty?” you hugged him back and proceeded to wipe your now sweat covered hands on your sleep shirt. “I ran away from my house again.” rubbing your eyes, you were now awake. “What? Why?” “My dad was being mean again and my brother left. So I didn’t wanna be there anymore and you said I could stay here.” With a nod you grabbed a hold of Daryl’s hand and tip toed past your parent’s room and into your bathroom, closing the door slowly you locked it and flipped the light on. “Here let me get you cleaned up.” taking a washcloth from the hamper in the corner, you quietly turned the faucet on, got the washcloth damp, pumped soap onto it and slowly wiped Daryl’s face clean. Once you got up around where his eye socket and cheek met, you noticed a small purplish mark that would not wipe away, this made your heart drop into your stomach because you knew what it meant.
After you helped clean Daryl up, the two of you tip toed back into your bedroom where you let him wear a shirt that your dad had left in the hamper in the bathroom. “Closing my eyes.” you joked as you covered both of your eyes with your hands as you let Daryl change his clothes. You couldn’t help but peek slightly through your fingers as you watched Daryl change out of his dirty, smoked stained clothing and into your dad’s baggy shirt and your bright pink monkey pj pants. “Aren’t you cute.” you joked. “Shut up.” Daryl rolled his eyes but yet, still smiling. Daryl proceeded to take a pillow and extra blanket that you had on your bed and sleep on the floor but you stopped him, patting the spot next to you. “My bed is big enough for both of us.” you scooted your butt closer to the edge so he would have enough room and could be comfortable. Daryl inched his way onto your bed and covered himself up with your down comforter and the two of you laid next to each other, looking up at your ceiling. “Daryl?” “Hmmm?” he replied, turning his face over to you and you sat up, Daryl following. Leaning in slowly, you placed a soft, sweet, kiss upon his lips which caused both of your faces to light up with a flash of vibrant red. It only lasted a minute, “Sorry.” you apologized, looking down at the both of your hands, embarrassed. “Why?” taken back by his response, you were surprised when he didn’t stick his tongue out and gone “Yuck!!!” like most boys your age would do. “I dunno. Cause you’re sweet.” you poked his forehead and the two of you laughed quietly, trying not to make too much noise. “I think you’re sweet too..” Daryl muttered out quietly. “You can stay here as long as you want.” you held onto your dear friends’ hand with all your might, maybe the two of you were just destined to be. You both stayed up all night long, sitting in your room talking about what you wanted to do when you grow up and how nothing will come in between.
“Who the fuck do you think you are to come into my house-”
Hansol didn’t finish what he was saying, instead he swung at Taeyong. His fist made contact with Taeyong’s cheek and caused Taeyong to fall to the floor. As you managed to process the scene before you, you yelled at Hansol to stop. Taeyong lay on the floor holding the side of his face and looked up at Hansol, evidently taken back by his unexpected action as well.
Enraged and not yet satisfied, Hansol lifted him off the floor from his shirt and slammed him on the wall, the picture frames left rattling.
“I won’t do anything else to you because we have guests. Get the fuck out of my house right now before I make a scene and get your ass fired.”
Taeyong’s eyes were fixed on the floor behind Hansol’s shoulder, a new color surfacing on his left cheek. He heaved a sigh before pushing Hansol off of him and leaving the room.
“Y/N, we need to talk,” Hansol said, his back still facing you.
“No, we don’t. I want to be alone right now.”
“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to. I said we need to.”
Hansol turned to face you. Suddenly, your vision was blurred due to the amount of tears clouding your eyes. You felt awful. You never wanted Hansol to see you in such a lecherous state.
“Y/N, don’t cry. I’m not going to tell mom and dad, okay?”
You sniffed as he put his arms around you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and cried against his chest.
“I’m so sorry, Han.”
He didn’t say anything. He pulled away from the hug and led you to the bed where the two of you plopped down.
“Y/N, Taeyong is using you.”
You stayed quiet and he continued to speak.
“He doesn’t feel the same way you do. He only wants to mess around with you. Y/N, don’t let him take advantage of you.”
You nodded, not because you agreed with him, nor were you planning to stop seeing Taeyong, but because you didn’t want Hansol worrying about you.
“Well I’m gonna go downstairs before mom comes looking for me. I’ll tell mom you went to sleep if she asks,” Hansol said smiling and ruffling your hair before taking his leave.
“She won’t!” you yelled as he closed the door.
“You’re right!” Hansol retorted behind the door.
You would think your brother’s sincere words would have had some effect on you. Sadly, they hadn’t. You were well aware you were being used, but you didn’t care because being with Taeyong was heaven on earth. Your love for him ran as deep as the Pacific Ocean, and you swore he cared somewhat for you. After all, why would he keep on looking for you if he didn’t?
The two of you continued your affair, or should you say, “tutoring.”
It was seven in the evening on a Tuesday night and you found yourself straddling Taeyong’s lap.
The two of you had skipped the tutoring session and were making out on the living room couch. You were on top of Taeyong, tongues intertwined. His hands slid into the back pockets of your jeans and your hands fumbled with the buttons of his pants.
You began to grind on him, already wanting to feel him inside of you.
“Is a certain kitten dying to ride my cock?” Taeyong teased, his teeth brushing your ear.
“Yes, daddy,” you responded, your focus on the revealed hardened member below you.
The precum dripping from his head only making you wetter. As you were slipping your hand into your jeans to touch yourself, Taeyong stopped you.
“Don’t you think it’d be more fun if your pants were off too, sweetheart?” he smirked, his fingers playing with the belt loops of your jeans.
You quickly got off his lap and stripped yourself of your jeans and panties. Taeyong didn’t even give you a chance to get on top of him before he roughly ceased your hips and dragged you towards him. He positioned you over his cock, and you slowly eased yourself onto his throbbing cock.
“Bounce on my cock, baby girl.”
You reattached your swollen lips to his. The earlier make out session had only left you wanting more of his mouth’s sweet savory taste. His curious tongue glided over your teeth as his hips snapped up repeatedly, his cock hitting the right spot each time.
You couldn’t keep up with his pace anymore, the knot in your stomach only growing from the pleasure, so you leaned your sweaty forehead against his chest. Taeyong sped up his pounding and laid honeyed kisses on your face. As both of you neared your orgasm, your focus became warped by a distinct voice, a deep voice.
“Taeyong, how could you!” Jaehyun cried, his brown eyes glistening with tears.
“Baby-” Taeyong started, only to stop when Jaehyun ran out of the house.
You crawled off of Taeyong, startled by Jaehyun. Immediately, Taeyong dressed himself and ran outside, leaving you confused and unsure of what to do next.
After a moment of stillness, you decided it was best to sneak out the backdoor. You briskly located your clothes and dressed while gathering your things. Before you headed to the back, you peeked through the blinds to see what was going on. Your eyes spotted a very agitated Taeyong with his hands on his hips and his head hung low and a weeping Jaehyun yelling through his tears.
This did not look good.
As you stepped back from the window, you couldn’t help but wonder what would result of this. Why did Jaehyun have to find out? What would this do to you and Taeyong’s relationship?
The next evening, you received a text from Taeyong. He wanted to meet. You knew it was serious because he hadn’t shown up to school this morning.
As you walked to Taeyong’s house, you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety eating at you. You were afraid of what’d he say. What if he wanted to end things with you..
You hesitantly knocked on his front door and heard it click seconds later. You were met with puffy eyes and sniffling.
Taeyong opened the door wider to give you entry and you carefully stepped in. As he led you to the living room, you could feel your heart pounding in your ears. You took the seat next to his, and he nervously reached for your hand. His hands were shaky on top of yours.
“Y/N,” Taeyong started.
“Jaehyun made me choose. He made me choose between you and him.”