#but yeah she wants to empty the garage and I want to get rid of shit too so we’re gonna be having a garage sale soon I hope

[bootyful-seventeen]

Cozy rooms can be a double edged sword cuz one hand it is my sanctuary but on the other hand it relaxes me so much I never wanna move unless necessary

[hqbaby]

eleven — of course

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.6k content. swearing, sex talk?

“Where are you going?”

You stop in your tracks, doorknob in one hand, keys in the other. Slowly, you turn around and find Suna watching you with a mix of both amusement and confusion.

“Morning,” you say.

“Morning,” he says back. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, you know. Places. To do stuff.”

“Stuff.”

“Yup.”

“Y/N.”

The floodgates open. “It’s Eri’s birthday today and I was in charge of getting her cake but I totally spaced and now I have to get it before they throw it out!”

He frowns. “That’s it?”

“I’m a bad friend,” you whine. “I’m a bad captain! I’m gonna get kicked off the team. I mean, I deserve it—”

He walks back to the bedroom. “I’ll drive you,” you hear him say. “I’m just putting on pants. Don’t even think about leaving without me!”

“Rin, you don’t have to!”

He walks out, zipping his jeans. “Fine, you drive then.” He tosses you the keys.

You catch them before they hit the ground and frown. “I-I don’t drive.”

“You’ve picked me up when I was too drunk to drive,” he reminds you. “Pretty sure you can.”

You walk out of his apartment and fidget with the car keys while he locks the door. As he leads the way to the parking garage of his building, you can’t help the awkward feeling that creeps over you. Your mind keeps shifting back to last night. The way he touched you. The softness of it all. His words.

“I only care about you.”

You kick yourself. Stop being weird, you think. It’s just Rin.

That’s the problem though isn’t it? It’s Rin.

Fuck.

You brushed it off last night, falling asleep without saying a word, but you knew that something had shifted. Something was different. That you weren’t just fucking. You were something.

He opens the door to the driver’s seat for you to slide in before heading over to the passenger side. Can’t think about this shit right now. Steeling yourself, you start the engine and back the car out of the parking slot.

“Thought you said you couldn’t drive,” he teases as you smoothly weave through the streets, occasionally checking your phone for directions.

You shrug, your head chanting: Be normal, act cool, don’t let him know how you feel.

“I said I didn’t,” you say, glancing over your side to wink at him. “I only drive manuals. Automatics are for babies.”

Fuck. Okay. Good job.

He scoffs in disbelief. “Such a snob,” he says. “Hot though. I’d give you a blowjob if I could.”

You roll your eyes. Be normal. Act cool. “Yeah, okay.”

When you get to the bakery, you’re all frantic and jittery, hoping and praying that they haven’t gotten rid of the cake yet. Luck is on your side when the woman manning the counter tells you that you’ve come just in time and passes the box over to you. You thank her excitedly, telling her how terrible you felt about forgetting it and chatting her ear off like she’s an old friend.

Suna is by your side the whole time. He’s been trying his best to keep himself together since he saw you by the door earlier. If he’s being honest, he was worried that you were planning on leaving without telling him. He crossed a line last night and he wouldn’t have been surprised if you decided you wanted nothing else to do with him.

“I only care about you.”

But that’s not who you are and he knows it. So he tries to keep his cool. Tries to act as calm as he can when you hand him a cup of coffee and a pastry, thanking him for letting you drive his car.

It hits him at that moment that he never wants to lose you. Standing there in the middle of the empty bakery, you beaming up at him with your hair still a mess, dressed in one of his hoodies and sweatpants, he realizes he doesn’t know what he would have done if he had woken up to find you gone. The thought alone terrifies him.

He has to take it back. 

He knows he does. 

He can’t let you get all tangled up in his feelings because he knows it will end with you slipping away. You don’t feel the same way about him, you don’t burn the way he does, and, if he doesn’t take it back, he’s going to lose you. And he can’t have that.

“Rin?” you ask as the two of you walk back outside. “Are you okay?”

He nods, helping you to the driver’s seat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

The two of you sit in his car for a moment, eating your food and drinking your coffee. There’s something unspoken in the air, a tension that both of you don’t want to address but know that neither of you can live with it being unmentioned. 

So you bite the bullet. What’s the worst that could happen anyway?

“Y/N.”

“Rin.”

You stare at each other, blinking.

“Oh, uh,” he clears his throat, “you can go first.”

“Oh!” You nod, trying to piece your thoughts together. “Right. So. Rin, about last night—”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You both turn to your window.

“Hey, best friend!” Oikawa greets as you roll your window down. He’s a little out of breath, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Probably been out jogging. “Didn’t know you had a car—oh! Hi, Suna!”

Suna waves uncomfortably. “Hey.”

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, I had to pick up Eri’s cake,” you explain, trying to mask the panic in your voice. “For her birthday. Yeah.”

He hums happily. “That’s nice!” he says. “Where are you going now?”

“Oh, you know…” Your mind blanks.

“The dorms,” Suna supplies. “Y/N’s heading back to the dorms.”

Oikawa’s face lights up. “Mind if I hitch a ride?” he asks. “My phone’s out of juice and I can’t run without music.”

You try to say something, but you can feel your mouth go dry. This is going to be bad.

“Sure,” Suna says, voice is a little higher than usual. He’s clearly panicking too.

Your best friend grins. “Awesome,” he says as he gets in the backseat. “I can just get off at Y/N’s. It’s near my residence hall anyway.”

“C-cool,” you stutter, starting the car and trying your best to focus on driving.

Oikawa starts humming and pointing things out on the street. “That’s where Iwa and I got your birthday gift, Y/N.”

“Oh! That’s nice, Tooru.”

“That skateboard shop is cool.”

“It sure is.”

“Ooooh that place is on sale!”

“We should check it out soon.”

“Yeah, we should—holy shit! You guys fucked!”

The car jolts as you break at a red light. Your entire body is frozen, staring straight ahead as a mother and son cross the street. Your eyes flit over to your side to see Suna just as still as you are.

He tries to speak. “Oikawa, wait, let me explain—”

“Explain?!” the other boy shrieks, swatting Suna’s shoulders from behind. “You’re such a whore! I can understand Atsumu because he’s, well, kinda dumb… but you?!”

You find somewhere to pull over, wincing as Oikawa attempts to beat Suna up. “Tooru, stop!” you say when the car is parked, reaching over to grab his wrists. “Please. Just let me explain.”

He huffs and sits back in his seat, continuing to give Suna the stink eye.

“You okay?” you ask. You restrain yourself from reaching out to touch him, worried that would escalate the situation more.

“Yeah,” he tells you. “I’m fine.”

“Hello?! Are you gonna fuck in front of me?! Is that the explanation?!”

You groan. You love him, you really do, but sometimes Oikawa is just infuriating. “Not that it’s any of your business,” you hiss, turning around in your seat so you can face him, “but, yes. We fucked.”

“But why?!”

“We’ve been seeing each other for a year now.”

You swear his eyes are going to pop out of his head. “You what?!”

“Tooru, please don’t make a big deal out of this. I know you care about me, but this is—”

“It’s just sex.”

You look over at Suna. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes looking at everything but you. “What?” you ask quietly. You wonder if you heard wrong.

He shrugs. “It’s just sex,” he repeats. Part of you thinks he doesn’t believe what he’s saying—but he says it anyway so what does it matter? “It doesn’t mean anything. You can stop worrying about it, Oikawa.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything else, so you just drop back into your seat and start driving again. The two boys argue more about the semantics of it all, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to act normal—cool and unfazed, the girl you’ve always made yourself out to be. But you can’t do it. Not right now. Not when everything just feels so numb.

It’s just sex.

You weren’t lying when you said you wished you could read his mind. If you could, it probably would have saved you a whole lot of ache.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve liked Suna since the first year. It doesn’t matter that he’s the only boy you ever want to talk about. It doesn’t matter that you let him fuck you and keep you a secret just because it keeps you next to him. It doesn’t matter that he bought you a Winnie the Pooh toothbrush or has you saved on his phone as “the love of his life.” It doesn’t matter that he says your name when he fucks other girls. It doesn’t matter that he told you that you’re the only one he cares about.

It’s just sex.

Of course it is.

notes. hi team suna… sorry… the plot needed it… it had to be done… but like i said!! it’s not over ‘til it’s over!! whatever that means!! we’re not even halfway through so a lot of things can AND will still happen hihihi

if you haven’t seen the poll results from the last chapter, you can find them here!! we won’t be polling again for a while for… reasons that will become clear in the next chapters :D 

lots of love to everyone 🩷

[luna-andra]

The Shadows Return | Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC Retired AU | Chapter 5: Apologies

Summary: Ghost has to make up for lost time somehow, and figure out what the hell is going on in his backwater village

Author's Note: Already working on chapter 6, this story is starting to ramp up!

Content warning: slow burn, eventual smut, 18+ only, fluff, mentions of mental health

If this is the first time you're seeing this, Chapter 1 is here. You can find the rest on my masterlist! Next chapter

Word count: 5.8k

Johnny only caught the tail end of their conversation. Andra sounded pissed. Oh yeah, she really gave the door something to fear with how hard it slammed. Johnny turned to Simon’s direction, “What happened?”

His glare could cut a man. “Nothing.”

Johnny went to open his mouth but said nothing. He came back to the front for something work related, and he really didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever went down between the two.

He knows Simon has been reclusive the past several days. Or has it been a few weeks now? Either way, this was feeling like one of his inevitable episodes. The kind that makes him shut everyone out, starting with the people less close to him. Johnny gauged it that way, and he knew if it came down to Simon shunning him out, then it’s getting bad.

Johnny put down the tablet on the countertop beside Simon’s arm. “Thomas completed the diagnostics on the red sedan, call ‘em for me will ya’?”

A comprehensive grunt was all the acknowledgement Johnny was going to get out of Simon right now. He pivoted on his foot and headed straight back into the garage. A minute later, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Thank you for helping me out these past few months.

Johnny’s lips fell into a thin line on his face. Does this message have anything to do with what went down in the lobby? He didn’t like how finite her words sounded, like she was bidding the both of them farewell out of her life.

Andra took a while to respond back to Johnny, giving him time to focus on the brake pad change he needed to finish up. He wiped his hands clean before picking up his phone.

Sort of.

Okay, yes.

I don’t want you to feel obligated to keep in contact with me now that everything is gonna go back to the way it was.

Johnny sighed, shaking his head softly as his fingers flew across the screen. You’re OUR friend now, you’re not getting rid of us that easily, lass. He made sure to put ‘our’ in big letters.

This would pass. Johnny knew that, Simon would come around once he’s had his fill of solitude, but Andra didn’t see it that way. Understandably so, she had every right to be upset. She’s given Simon a level of grace and patience that would only come from a caregiver. Johnny has noticed the way she would shake her head and sigh after reading the short, one-worded messages she would get from Simon, and to be frank, Johnny couldn’t excuse his best friend’s behavior any longer. 

He could feel a pair of glaring eyes burning into the back of his neck from his supervisor, so Johnny shoved the phone back into his pocket and returned to work.

Simon was being a real prick.

-----

It was Andra’s first Sunday morning with her truck. After she picked it up from the shop, she drove it around for a few hours, having to blow off the irritation she felt after that interaction with Ghost.

It was running, alright. She made it drive out to a neighboring village and then back home. Even when she came home, the spurn of Ghost treating her that way kept nagging at her like a mosquito bite on the back of her neck. It shouldn’t have bothered her for days on end, but it did.

But today was Sunday, and Andra was determined to start the week off on a better note. Fixed truck, crop rotation was only a few weeks away from a new season, she had much to look forward to. Along with an empty seat at the stand.

She thought until a familiar truck drove up her driveway.

Andra finished tethering her trailer to her truck and went out to meet Johnny at the front. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Johnny shut the door and hit the lock button on the key fob, setting off the short chirp of the horn. “What does it look like? You didn’t think I was gonna stop comin’ just because you got your truck back, did you?” He clicked his teeth and shook his head with faux disappointment and a smirk. “Besides, I like havin’ more money in my pocket from not goin’ out to the pub to drink it away, our Sunday mornings have been keepin’ me sober.”

She couldn’t help the smile escaping her. “That’s good to hear. I’m almost done loading everything, just help me with the table and chairs.”

“You got it.”

Autumn never fails to bring the gloomy overcast for majority of the season. And with the temperatures dropping enough, it allowed for Ghost to wear a light hoodie to keep the misty sprinkles of rain off of him. He tried to ignore the out-of-place energy that worked hard to veil over him. It was one thing to wear the mask in the shop, or when he was at least around Johnny, but going to the farmer’s market made him feel severely out of place.

He took one more second before grabbing the paper-wrapped parcel and left his truck, then followed the sporadic groups of people heading towards the vending stalls.

To think he had driven past this parking lot several times on Sundays and never thought to shop here. Ghost didn’t even like doing his own grocery shopping, that’s why he spends so much money on grocery deliveries. And purchasing anything else felt like a waste on him, unless it was ammunition and new guns.

As he neared the rows and rows of stalls, the chatter of customers and sellers became coherent. If people were looking at him, he paid no attention to the curious and apprehensive eyes. He was looking for Andra, gripping the now faintly damp parcel a little tighter. After wandering through the second row, Ghost spotted the forest green truck chockfull of crates of vegetables, parked in reverse and the tailgate open to the little figure with chestnut brown hair, loosely curled.

Her hair has grown.

That’s what happens when you don’t see someone for a while, Ghost sniped at himself.

He rounded the corner and strode closer to her stall, customers in his path giving him a wide berth, and caught sight of her lost in concentration as she packaged a customer’s brown paper bag. Her warm smile of farewell did something to his stomach. It was his turn to approach her.

Andra lifted her head long enough to see him, and her face relaxed from the smile she had. “Hi, stranger.”

Whatever he had prepared to tell her, it went off like a land mine and left him with nothing. There was a passive-aggressive tone in her voice, not that he blamed her. He basically cut her off with nothing to justify as to why. Guess this was part of seeking forgiveness.

“Surprised to see you here.” She kept prepping more brown bags as she waited for his response. “Or were you looking for Johnny?”

“No, he’s probably trying to slip out of his date’s bed.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “So you knew about his date with the girl from the chip shop, too? Glad to know he didn’t get the cutoff I did.”

His eyes looked down at her moving hands. “I deserved that.”

Andra stopped concentrating on the bags and rested a hand on her hip the way a fed-up mother would. “You deserve a lot of things, Ghost, but I don’t have it in me to be cruel.” Her eyes caught a glimpse of what Ghost was clutching to before she looked back down. “Found something you like at one of the vendors?”

“Actually,” his hand placed the wrapped parcel onto the table and slid it towards Andra. “It’s for you.”

Andra's expression shifted to curiosity. “Is it some kind of peace offering?” She picked up the rectangular parcel, probably knew what it already was given the shape and the weight of it.

“You could say that.” Ghost watched with apprehension as she meticulously peeled back the wrapping, sliding out what she discovered was a hardback cover of the next book in the series she was reading.

Her eyebrows relaxed; a softness overwhelmed her eyes. “You got your hands on a hardback?” she tilted the book to see the pages. “With the sprayed edge?” Her fingers traced the pattern of sigils and swirls decorating the pages. “This is a special edition…” Andra looked back up to him, her expression had his insides tangling. “I haven’t even seen one of these.”

Ghost didn’t know what to do with his hands, so they stayed by his side clenching and relaxing over and over. “The cranky, old stager that runs Raven & Crow helped me get my hands on it.” He wasn’t going to bring up how much of a pain in the ass the geezer was for him, nor was he going to bring up how the old man knew immediately who he was trying to get this for. He told Ghost a lovely young woman was coming in frequently looking for the sequel, but by the time she showed up, the one or two copies he ordered were gone. The payoff was well worth it.

Andra held the book to her chest like a schoolgirl clutching a textbook, tapping her index finger on its back. “I’ll have to think on your apology.” Ghost was about to nod when she gave him a smirk. “Okay I forgive you.”

His shoulders fell and he let out a gentle laugh. “That’s wonderful to hear.” There was a couple of people behind him that formed a line, agitated with how long they have been waiting. “I’ll let you get back to your business –“

“I have an hour here left,” Andra spoke up before he could move. “If you want, I have another chair that you can pull up. That’s if you don’t have anything else to do…”

Ghost stepped aside to let customers walk up. “I was going to find things to keep myself busy. I’ll help you bag, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be as useful as Johnny.”

Andra laughed hard at that. “You give him way too much credit.”

It had been years, more like decades by now, since Ghost had done any sort of grocery bagging. It brought him back to his first part-time job at the corner convenience store he had during his last few years of secondary school. The money always found its way into his mom’s wallet or purse when she wasn’t looking since she never accepted it from him directly. It was unfortunate when his dad got a hold of it, using it for booze and drugs instead of the water and heat bills. It was even more unfortunate when the old man ended up with a bloody nose for leaving them cold.

Ghost enjoyed watching Andra work in her element. This was her expertise, and everyone delighted in her energy. It even had Ghost grinning beneath his mask. There were a few patrons that gave Ghost double take looks as if they wanted to say something but didn’t.

He found himself scanning the faces of her patrons and passersby that took a glance at stalls here and there. Old faces, young faces, faces of children, faces shrouded by umbrellas or hooded jackets. And a face that he swore he’s seen more than once, coming around again and again in the time he decided to sit down with Andra beneath the canopy. The person’s behavior and body language made him tense.

Andra’s patient explanation about difference between the various species of squash and tomatoes pulled him away from the man that caught Ghost staring him down.

“The B grade-lookin’ veggies go in that crate,” Andra pointed behind her. “I take them for myself, or in this case I’m gonna take them to the ranch for the breeder’s animals.” There was excitement in her voice. “I’m gonna visit my new goats.”

His eyes went back to the spot the man last was, only to find someone else in his place buying from another vendor.

“I remember you saying something about them.” Ghost recalled, suddenly feeling shame since it was on the day she was picking up her truck. “Are you taking them home?”

Andra shook her head. “No, they have a few more weeks with their mama.”

Ghost looked at her with mild surprise. “There’s multiple?”

“Just two, they’re twins.” Andra said goodbye to the last customer for the day and started to pack up. “Would you like to come with me to meet them? Since it sounds like you have time in that busy schedule of yours.”

Ghost didn’t miss the nibble Andra took at her lower lip. “I can fit some time in.” He quipped back.

-----

The book looked like it belonged on her shelves. Andra grinned to herself as she angled it just the right way to stand out, giving the book its own moment of fame amongst her collection. A really smooth apology gift, in her opinion. Andra was simply happy that Ghost came back around.

Even though Ghost didn’t explain his sudden absence, Andra had a feeling that this was one of those times Johnny had warned her about. She just wasn’t prepared for how much it would impact her. At least he seems to be doing good; the bags underneath his eyes weren’t as dark as the last time she saw him.

Andra locked up the house with a happy Sammy in tow, letting her roam free off of a leash. She was bringing Sammy along to meet the new goats, part of the process of making sure the animals weren’t going to be a threat to each other and getting used to each other’s scents.

Ghost had transferred the crate of B-grade veggies to the bed of his truck on his own accord. Andra was about to ask when he started, “You mind if we take my truck?” He scratched the back of his masked head sheepishly. “I only ask because I got more leg room in mine…”

Andra held back a giggle as she approached the passenger door. “Not at all, as long as you’re okay with Sammy in the back.” He gave her a nod of the head, leading Sammy to the back of the opened tailgate and shutting it once she hopped up. “I’ll punch in the address in your Maps.” She slid in for what started to feel like an all-too familiar truck, and realized she didn’t have to adjust the seat like she’s done before. Andra tried hiding the grimace from the blossoming thought of another woman being in his truck.

She realized how ridiculous that was when he easily passed an open phone to her. Not even to his navigation app, but the home screen with the default earth background still on it. Before opening the navigator, she opened the camera and angled the phone to catch a shot of her and Ghost on the screen. “Hey.”

Ghost glanced in confusion, and blinked after he heard the sound of the fake camera shutter. He shook his head with a soft laugh and started the truck. “I trust you with my phone for the first time and you’re over there snappin’ pictures.”

Andra’s fingers tapped against the screen as she typed in the address. The navigator started and Andra placed the phone on the dock Ghost had set up on the dashboard. “Who told you it was a good idea to do that?”

Ghost shifted the truck’s gear to drive and made a U-turn to drive towards the shared road, the navigator chiming away its directions. The ETA displayed a twenty-minute drive, and Andra comfortably filled the silence with conversation.

He missed how magnetic her energy is, making his guilt come back with a vengeance. But listening to her talk about how business is going, how the truck has been running better than it was before, and how she was preparing for the winter season made all of that melt away.

If Andra wasn’t holding it against him, he needed to put it to rest.

“And what about you?” Andra turned to Ghost. “Anything interesting with you?”

Her sudden pivot to him threw him off. “No, just work.”

She sat up in her seat, her eyes still fixated on him. “Just work? You don’t have any hobbies, or places you like to go to mull things over?”

Ghost just shook his head. He didn’t really know what to say. Okay, that was a lie, but he didn’t want to go in depth with how he got too close to her, how her jasmine and vanilla scent wouldn’t leave him, the same way her scent was now filling the cabin of his truck once more. He didn’t want to explain how feeling her silky skin took days, weeks, to leave the calloused pads of his hands, and how it took all of his will to pull away from her.

Andra continued. “Or how about a night out at one of the pubs to find yourself a pretty lady to share the company with only to regret it in the morning?”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m not Johnny. And what about you?” He challenged. “Found a lad to take you out on the town?”

She laughed at that. “No, there’s no one coming to pick me up and bringing me back before eleven.”

Ghost’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little too hard. So, who’s black sedan was driving down the road then? His motion sensors had alerted him of a car he’s never seen before a few times throughout the time span they weren’t in contact with one another. He thought about looking up the license plate a few times, but let it go out of respect for Andra’s privacy.

That hesitation went right out the window with this new development brought to him.

Andra shifted in her seat, relaxing further into the drive. “I guess we’re alike in some ways.”

“How do you reckon?”

“Too busy focused with work to let anyone else into our lives.” There was a tone of sadness in her voice she was trying to hide. “But I have a feeling you’ve grown too comfortable with being alone.”

Ghost felt like she was peering into him, and he didn’t know how to feel about that.

Andra took a second to speak again. “Did you distance yourself from me because of…” she couldn’t finish her question, but she didn’t have to for Ghost to know what she was alluding to.

Every muscle in his body tensed, and his mouth went dry.

“Your destination is on the right.”

The navigator interrupted the tension between the two of them. Ghost turned into the gravel road, passing underneath the wrought iron gate that displayed Blue Crescent Ranch.

Ghost parked a distance away from the other vehicle on the property and killed the engine. Andra looked straight ahead as she murmured, “You don’t have to answer that, sorry I brought it up.” Before she could open the passenger door, Ghost reached across her and stopped her, his hand gripping hers.

Andra’s head twisted to face him, her honey eyes wide with question. Fuck, that look did things to him. “It wasn’t your fault.” That wasn’t necessarily a lie; he wouldn’t blame her for his self-destructive tendencies. “I needed some time alone.”

Her eyes darted back and forth, looking into his eyes as if she was trying to delve deeper into a place she shouldn’t be. But she nodded. “Okay.” That single word was charged with so much trust and understanding, it twisted his heart.

Ghost removed his hand from hers, pulling himself back from the extreme close proximity he had put them in. “Let’s go meet your goats.”

A smile returned to her lovely face. “Okay.”

 Andra couldn’t say enough good things about Jasmine. She had met her at the farmer’s market – shocker – a few years ago and stayed in touch with her here and there after she had bought the chickens off of her. In truth, Andra wanted to be close friends with her, but both of their jobs kept them busy enough to not have any time to catch up very often.

Such was her life about all of the cool and wonderful people that have come and gone in the past years.

-----

A gorgeous, umber, brown-skinned Jasmine strolled out from her lovely cottage home to meet her guests, sporting fitted blue jeans and a long-sleeve plaid shirt and boots, her dark kinky hair wisping in the gentle breeze. Her jade green eyes crinkled with her smile as she went in for a warm hug, and Andra accepted her graciously, taking in her scent of orange and bergamot on her hair. “So good to see you again,” Jasmine greeted, her accent just as rich as Ghost’s.

She pulled away and acknowledged Sammy’s bubbly presence, giving her a good rub down and cooing praises. After the happy canine had her fill, she found Ghost lingering behind Andra like her shadow.

Before Jasmine could ask, Andra reached out to Ghost, summoning him to her side. “Jasmine, this is my neighbor, Simon, but we call him Ghost.” Something about saying Ghost’s first name made her stomach flip, and by judging his body language, it must have done something to him, too.

Jasmine extended her hand out politely, and Ghost shook. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Jasmine turned to Andra and waved for the two of them to follow her, walking on a path that led them to the acres of rolling, green fields. “Ready to meet your kids?”

Andra beamed a wide smile. “I’ve been thinking about them all week! How did mama do during labor?”

“She did so good!” Jasmine turned to Andra once she walked beside her. “I had those kids delivered in the middle of the night. She started contractions early in the day, I had everything prepped for a week now.”

Andra crooned an ‘aww’, the smile on her face growing brighter. Talk of the goats made the conversation in the truck fade away, and it felt like Ghost was putting it on the back burner as well as he started asking Jasmine about her ranch.

Jasmine had inherited Blue Crescent Ranch from her family and cared for her aging father while running everything. It was massive, and from the look of it she had several employees to help her take care of all of the animals. Goats, sheep, cows, horses, alpacas, and some emus.

They arrived at a cowshed that was housing the mother goat and her kids. “I am letting them bond before they go out and meet the rest of the goats, so that means Sammy is going to meet them before the rest of the flock.”

Ghost stood at the entrance of the cowshed. “I’ll let you have the first moments with ‘em.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway.

Andra nodded and handed him her phone for him to hold on to, then kept following Jasmine to the back stall. Jasmine’s voice was low, “So, your ‘neighbor’?”

Her cheeks warmed at the insinuation. “Yes, my neighbor.”

“And when did you start talking to your neighbor who happens to wear a mask?” Jasmine’s eyebrow shot up.

Andra looked over her shoulder to make sure they were out of earshot and found Ghost occupied on a phone call. “We met in the summer, he found me off the side of the road after my truck died on me, and fate had it that he’s a mechanic and he helped me get it fixed.”

“Right,” Jasmine nodded as if she’s processing this information, “And why the mask?”

Andra leaned against the wooden post she stopped beside. “He’s ex-military, I don’t really know why.”

“Have you ever seen his face?”

Boy, she was getting the full interview right now, and it had been so long since she thought about what she felt about his decision to hide behind a mask. It was unsettling for the very first time they met, but when Johnny treated it with just as much normality as if it were a N-95 mask, Andra never pushed the subject with Ghost.

“No.” Andra answered, trepidation apparent in Jasmine’s eyes as if what Andra was saying was completely insane. It probably was. “But I respect it.”

Jasmine blinked. “So I have no description to go by but a man in a skull mask if you ever go missing.”

Andra nudged her. “He’s nice. He’s never given me a reason to feel in danger and I’m friends with his best friend who served in the forces with him.”

“I think I’ll stop asking questions while I’m ahead.” Jasmine started walking again, and Andra followed. “Here they are.”

Andra squealed as she saw the two little black baby goats nursing on their sleep-deprived mother, little tails wagging faster than Sammy’s ever could. Sammy’s nose pressed against the bars of the enclosure, sniffling curiously.

They were adorable. Both of them were jet black, one of them had a tuff of white on the end of its tail.

“Both of them are boys,” Jasmine began to open the stall while Andra commanded Sammy to stay, “Did you want to come in?”

Andra was so ready to meet them. She had to gain the trust from mama first before she could get close to the kids, and it took a minute before mama allowed them to hop onto her lap. She sat on the clean bed of hay with the babies, giggling in immense joy as they sniffed and licked her.

Ghost met up with them after attending to his phone call to find Andra snuggling the baby goats. She caught his silhouette in her peripheral and looked up with a wide smile. “Aren’t they precious?”

Andra swore he was smiling beneath that balaclava. “You got names for them yet?”

Her focus returned to the wily kids competing for her attention, thankfully she had two hands to pet both of them. “Oh yeah, I got names for them already.” Andra picked up the jet black kid to showcase him to Ghost. “This one will be Phantom,” then she picked up the other in the same fashion, “And this one is Shadow.”

Did his eye twitch? It made her mischievous grin harder to hold back. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“You had things to say about me naming my chicken Ted, so I figured I’d take a page out of your playbook.”

Jasmine was holding back her laughter and turned away.

Andra was too consumed by the copious amounts of affection the animals were giving her to realize what Ghost was doing until it was too late. “Andra.”

Her head shot up at the sound of Ghost saying her name to find him holding up a phone in a similar angle that she had done not too long ago, crouching down to make sure he had her in the frame. “Say payback.”

Ghost took the photo, and her mouth went slack in surprise. “Is that my phone!?”

Sammy trotted happily up the steps of the front porch and sat with a windshield-wiper tail on full blast, patiently waiting for Andra to open the front door. The energetic dog darted inside seconds after Andra swung the door open and left it open behind her. The two of them lingered on the front porch, Andra leaning against the threshold and Ghost standing close with his hands fisted in his jacket pockets.

“Thank you for coming along with me.” Andra started. “It was good seeing you again.”

“It was a pleasure.” Ghost looked out to the gray skies, the sprinkle of rain continuing its descent like it had been the whole morning. “I hope I didn’t make your friend uncomfortable.” He turned back to Andra to gauge her reaction.

“Oh no, she’s really lovely.” Andra’s lips turned up into a grin. “She’s just looking out for me.”

Ghost nodded. “I get why she was asking if you knew what I look like underneath the,” he pointed a finger to his masked face.

Now it was Andra’s turn to look away, nibbling at her lower lip from learning that he still heard what they said. “I just told her that... I respect it, and I honestly don’t mind.” His eyes were intense when she looked back at him, and her insides turned hot. “Is that weird?”

He let out an amused huff. “Completely bizarre.”

Andra shifted her weight onto her other foot, standing straight now and looking up to meet his gaze. “I respect your choice to remain hidden.” Her hands began to feel warm and clammy. “I had made the assumption in my mind that you pretty much wore it through your time in service, and – I don’t know...”

Andra struggled to manifest the thoughts into words even though this was something she has thought of before, but Ghost waited patiently, giving her his full attention to what she had to say. “Maybe it’s a physical metaphor of not being able to put that all behind you. As if the shadows have returned.”

Ghost looked extremely uncomfortable from her deduction. “The shadows haven’t returned, they just never left.” It sounded like he was struggling to keep his voice from faltering, and instead his response came out gruff.

Andra’s heart dropped to her stomach. His shadows were comparatively darker than hers, but they both had shadows all the same. She recognized that conviction in his words, believing so firmly that he’s still damaged and haunted by things that won’t stay buried. Her eyes softened once her gaze returned to his. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’re gonna disappear on me again.”

The pleading in her gaze pierced him in the chest. “I’ll do better.”

Her face turned up with a glimmer of faith. “I’ll accept that.”

“I’ll do you one better.” Ghost removed his hands from his pockets, palming his phone in one. “If you’re not doing anything Saturday morning, I would like to take you somewhere.”

Andra held herself back from looking too eager. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Doesn’t have to be a date. Just a little morning excursion if weather permits.”

Ghost really was trying, and it swelled something fierce in her heart. “Then I accept this invitation for our not-date.”

“I’ll see you Saturday morning, then.” Ghost left her front porch and hurried off to his truck to avoid getting rained on. Andra watched his truck drive back down the gravel path and make the left turn onto their shared road.

Her phone started to buzz in her pocket, Jasmine was calling to finish the conversation they had started. “Hey, no I’m free I just said bye to Ghost – oh my God, you’re impossible.”

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Ghost booted up his laptop after receiving Laswell’s brief message letting him know she sent over any information she could dig up with the license plate number he had given her. He had called her when they were at the Blue Crescent Ranch and while Andra was fawning over her goats. Shadow and Phantom... that woman. Ghost muttered a curse to himself after looking over the registration documents.

It was a dead end.

The license plates were registered under a 65-year-old woman, and the make and model of the vehicle did not match the black sedan that were sporting the plates.

Ghost sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the screen as he pulled off his balaclava. This new development put his defenses on high alert. There shouldn’t have been any reason for a person driving with stolen plates to be coming down their road as frequently as this one has been. Shouldn’t have stolen plates at all. A one-time occurrence wouldn’t be enough for him to look into it, but after reviewing every motion sensor alert, this car had traveled down the road and back a total of seven times since July. A week after Andra had gotten her truck from the shop.

It was now September.

Ghost detested himself for feeling some kind of relief when Andra first had told him she wasn’t seeing anyone. He still felt that way, but the distress of this unknown person superseded that. He also remembered that Andra didn’t have any form of security on her property.

He would have to rectify that. She would most likely agree with him that it would be rational to set up at least a few cameras around the outside of her house, and maybe he could convince her to set one up near her mailbox as well. There were a couple of spare cameras he had in storage from when he first set up his own security system back when he moved in.

Johnny, much to his chagrin, had helped him set up the cameras. He had set up his own at his flat, but it seemed like he only checks his doorbell camera every time he gets packages delivered as of late. He wasn’t as concerned about being hunted down the way Ghost was; the 141 had faked his death a year before they had actually completed their contract. It seemed like no matter how many times Ghost had faked his death, it felt like someone out there still knew that he would never stay dead.

Christ... Ghost rubbed his burning eyes and closed the laptop. What was he doing? He recalled what Price told him the day they were on their flight back home. Let Simon have a life now. It was clear what he meant; put away the mask, live a civilian life, find a nice woman, or man, to warm his bed.

Ghost wouldn’t allow himself the luxury of living, he managed to sabotage any connection that wasn’t Johnny, Price, or Gaz. He was certain Andra would have told Ghost to jog off after the cold shoulder he had given her.

Until she hadn’t.

And then she had to go and showcase how much she just might understand his issues. Her metaphors of shadows made his knees feel like they were ready to give out. It was like he was out in an open field with no cover, and she had him in her sights of a scope. Vulnerable.

Ghost picked up his phone sitting beside the closed laptop and found himself looking at the photo she had taken in the truck. He saw her cheery smile on the screen, reaching up all the way to her eyes. With his unexpecting glance in her direction in the background. There was an iridescence about her eyes, it had him looking for what felt like several minutes. He didn’t want to think about what those eyes looked like the day she left the auto shop.

A message from Andra startled his train of thought. What’s the dress code for our morning rendezvous?

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly as he responded. Wear sensible shoes for walking.

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For your prompt thingy, maybe something with Rouge and Tails?? I like how you write their dynamic 💜💜

word count-1,587

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Tails hummed as he walked up the steps to the front door, knocking on it a couple of times before stepping back. He wiped his shoes across the doormat to get rid of any dirt stuck to his shoes, not wanting to track it inside.

His ear twitched when it picked up rustling on the other side of the door. He checked the time on his communicator for the seventh time since he left his workshop, wanting to be absolutely sure he wasn’t late.

He left a lot sooner than he needed to, and he was still early. He even stopped for a quick lunch on his way over.

The door soon opened to reveal a white bat leaned against the doorway. She wasn’t wearing any eyeshadow, so Tails assumes he must’ve interrupted her while she was applying her makeup.

“Why is it that you always arrive so early to things like this?” Rouge asked, shaking her head. She seemed more amused than annoyed though, so the kit just shrugged.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.” He apologized with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck, but the bat just waved him off.

“Didn’t Shadow tell you to let yourself in?” She stepped away from the door enough so Tails could walk inside before shutting it behind him.

“Yeah, but walking into somewhere uninvited just feels weird.” The fox explained as he walked alongside the girl as they went to the garage. He adjusted his backpack so the straps would stop digging into his shoulders.

“You were invited, foxboy,” Rouge pointed out, “but you’re a goody two-shoes, so this is to be expected.” She patted his head a couple times, stopping at the door to the garage. Tails rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment on it.

“Is Shadow already with the Dark Rider?” It’d make sense, since he wasn’t the one to open the door.

“No, Shadsy had to do some work. I’m babysitting today.” She smiled as she pointed up to her eye, “I’ve got something to finish though, so try not to wreck anything in there.”

“Shadow’s okay with you leaving me alone with the Dark Rider?” Tails raised a brow. Nobody outside of Shadow and Rouge were allowed to be alone with the bike. The fox didn’t complain, he enjoyed their company while he worked. Besides, he understood the feeling plenty.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Rouge winked before waving her hand, “and you won’t be alone, Omega’s in there. He’s got a request for you and insisted on asking it right away. They’ve been waiting all day.”

“Oh, sorry,” Tails glanced at the door for a second, “I would’ve got here sooner if I had known. I’ll try to make it up to him.”

“You boys have fun,” The bat said as she turned to leave, “don’t destroy anything until I’m back.”

“Sure thing.” Tails laughed before entering the garage, looking for the first empty space he could set his stuff at. His eyes landed on a workbench made of a lighter wood that definitely wasn’t there last time he came by. He raised a brow as he made his way over to it, waving at Omega as he walked by.

“Hello tiny mechanic.” The robot greeted, watching as the kit walked by. “I have an upgrade request.”

“Rouge mentioned that,” Tails shrugged his bag off, setting it on the floor next to the workbench as he looked it over. There was a note addressed to him on it, so he picked it up to read it, “why don’t you tell me about it and I’ll see what I can do while we wait for Rouge.”

“I would like a similar attachment that you possess. The cannon you materialize.” He stated, and Tails could’ve sworn there was a maniacal glint in their optics. The fox looked up from the note to make sure he heard the robot correctly.

“My arm cannon?” He asked, tilting his head in thought. He’d definitely have to modify it a lot for it to work. He had a feeling energy blasts and fire wouldn’t mix well if too close together without proper protection.

“Affirmative.” Omega nodded, “I have analyzed your use of it in battle and have decided it is a worthy weapon to add to my arsenal.” Tails wasn’t really sure how he was going to add in an arm cannon to the robot, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to figure it out.

“Well, I’ll have to run tests and modify it to make sure you can use it without damaging yourself, but I don’t see why not.” Tails shrugged, namesakes flicking as he sat the note back down. “I’ll work on the blueprint while we wait for Rouge, then build it when I’m back at my workshop.”

Omega gave a nod before stomping over to watch as the fox pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil from his backpack. He glanced around for a chair to use, shrugging when there wasn’t one. He didn’t mind standing while working, but he preferred to sit down.

He got to work on the blueprint, adding modifications to the design when Omega voiced them. He briefly explained what parts he’d need to protect or modify to keep it from blowing up after its first shot, but he’s pretty sure the robot didn’t care. As long as it worked.

The blueprint was finished in thirty minutes. Tails had to bring out his highlighters so he could tell the difference between what needed to be modified and what was just something Omega wanted changed.

“Alright,” Tails sighed as he recapped his yellow highlighter, putting it in his bag with the rest of the others, “I should be done in about a week if I can get Sonic to leave me alone when I work at night.”

“Working day and night is insufficient. You will exhaust yourself.” Omega pointed out, turning to the fox who let out a groan.

“Can I not catch a break from anyone?” He mumbled, shaking his head as he slipped the blueprint into his binder before sliding that into his bag. Seriously, what’s so bad about him staying up to work? He’s being productive!

Tails glanced at his communicator, “Huh. I would’ve figured Rouge would be done at least by now. I wonder–”

“Oh, I’ve been here for the past 25 minutes.” The fox startled at the voice, turning to see the white bat perched on a table, her regular teal eyeshadow not dusted across her eyelids, “You two just seemed so invested in your blueprint, I didn’t want to ruin your fun”

“Oh,” Tails laughed and picked up his backpack, setting it on the workbench so he could pull out the tools he needed, “Sorry. I’ll get to work,” he said as he ticked off the materials in his head. Fuse, multimeter, circuit breaker..

“Don’t rush yourself, foxy. You’ve got all day.” Rouge waved him off, leaning back on her hands. She watched as the fox moved the motorcycle so he could unscrew the panel, carefully setting it to the side.

“I’d still like to get it done quickly though,” Tails said as he grabbed his multimeter and circuit breaker before ducking his head into the bike, “I want to make sure nothing goes wrong after I replace the fuse.” 

Rouge just shrugged in response despite the fact the kid couldn’t see her. She grabbed the book she brought with her to read while Tails worked and turned to Omega.

“What’d the kid say about your request?” She asked even though she already knew the answer, crossing one leg over the other. The robot turned to her and she could practically see the grin he would have.

“The tiny mechanic approved! I will be granted another weapon to destroy pathetic badniks with!” He cheered, arms raised to give a visual show of how excited he was.

“Good news. Can’t wait to see it.” She smirked before turning her attention to her book. It was one Amy had recommended to her, and she was quickly figuring out that she and Rose had a similar taste in novels.

She glanced up occasionally to check on the fox to keep tabs on him. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to the Dark Rider and would be fine to be here alone, but staying with him kept Shadow from nagging her so it’s whatever.

Though, she’ll admit it was interesting to watch the kid work. Once he ducked into the Dark Rider he didn’t come out, determined to finish it as soon as he could. He would either use his tails or simply reach behind to grab whatever tool he needed.

Rouge hummed as she mulled it over. It doesn’t seem odd or out of place to say Tails is fixing Shadow’s bike, but saying it’s an eight year old is something else.

Now, she’s not one to judge someone’s capabilities based on their age. She herself has been working since she was young as well, but not eight or, Chaos forbid, four. It was impressive, but she knew the kind of toll that would take.

Maybe she’ll mention it to his brother one day. Not that she cares if he’s more genius than kid, but a break for him every now and then would benefit everyone. Besides, it’d make Shadow happy to know the kid is taken care of despite how he says he doesn’t care. 

She knows better than that.

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1,315

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Eleven

They stood at the front step looking up at the cabin. It wasn’t actually a cabin, it was a chalet on a private lake. Sure it was a small chalet but still it was a chalet. It easily would fit twenty people.  

“It’s bigger then I thought it would be” Pope said softly

Gabby smirked at him before walking up the stairs “That’s what they say”

“How much do they pay you at that non-for-profit?” Benny asked her as she unlocked the door and had to shoulder it to get it open.

“Honey, I was kidnapped and held captive while on the job. Never underestimate how much bureaucrats will pay you for your silence”

She walked inside and opened all the doors and windows to get rid of the stale air. By the time she made her way into the entrance way she found Will examining the front door, trying to figure out why it was sticking.

“I’m going to get some food since I have nothing. There is an attic but there’s no basement. Wherever you want to hide it all. You’re welcome to it”

“ You want one of us to come with?”

“Nah, the sooner we get the vans empty, the better. Your time is better spent here” she held on to his arm as she got on to the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek “But thank you”

“Anytime”

He watched her walk out of the house and off to the side. Will was going to guess it was going to be a long trip to the store. She probably needed some time to herself.

Gabby didn’t get too far. She got stuck in the garage behind her dream car. A nineteen-seventy-four Porsche 911.  Her dream car which was not working.

What did she expect? She hadn’t been in it in two years. But  that didn’t stop her from trying. She turned it over and over but nothing but Gabby wasn’t a quitter , they all knew it.

She didn’t even notice Pope walk into to the garage til he was standing in front of the car.

“Stop. Stop,stop”

She stopped the engine and banged her head on the headrest. It just had to be him

“What is it?”

“It’s a car that feels unloved” he chuckled “Pop the hood”

It was one of the few times that Gabby did what she was told but that was only because she was tired.

“Why is life so complicated?”

“Life isn’t complicated. Its people who make it that way”

She hopped out of the car and lent up against the door “Are you saying I’m complicated”

“That’s one word for it, Sweetheart”

“Geez thanks”

He searched the work bench and shelves for sparkplugs before finding them in a random draw. She moved out of the way and sat quietly up on the bench watching him work. She was tapping her feet on thin air

“You know why you’re doing that, right?”

“Doing what?”

“Your foot”

“Trying to stay awake”

“No” he told her ducking under the hood “You’re keeping yourself from crying”

“No. I’m annoyed because my car is a piece of shit”

“Your car is not a piece of shit. Your sparkplug isn’t sparking, that’s all”

“Nothing is ever simple”

“I’ll make it simpler in a minute, I promise”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Santiago”

He turned and looked  at her for a second before dropping the hood and reaching through the open window. He raised one eyebrow and turned the key. The engine roared to life.

“You have to start trusting people”

“Yeah, because that’s done me so well this week”

He opened the car door for her before she hopped in. Gabby didn’t realised that he was going to get in the passenger side. She stared at him confused.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re not going anywhere. I’m going to get supplies and you’re staying here to unpack the vans”

“The guys have that under control”

“It’s going to be easier for me to take you with me, isn’t it?”

“It will save us some time”

Gabby rolled her eyes before backing the car out and making their way into town.

#

It felt strange. It felt domesticated but it oddly felt comforting doing normal things with Pope. It almost felt familiar, if that wasn’t the craziest thought she had ever had.

“Trolley or basket?”

“Have you met you four?” she asked laughing before he grabbed a trolley. They walked around the store grabbing stuff before they knew it the cart was half full of nothing in particular

“You have a storm shelter, by the way”

“No I don’t”

“Yeah, you do. The hole in the ground with the doors”

“I use that for storage”

“Well, so are we”

“Are you sure that’s safe enough?”

“What if someone steals our stolen coffee beans?” he questions

“Yeah. Wouldn’t it be better in the house?”

“You’re in the house”

“And?”

“Rather lose the” he stops himself, before correcting himself “Coffee. Then lose you”

“I’m kinda invested now. I don’t wanna be losing any coffee”

“We won’t”

“There isn’t any tornadoes in Canada. Why would I have a storm shelter?”

“There’s seventeen tornadoes a year in Ontario alone”

She stopped as he continued walking on. Gabby stared at him stunned.

“You looked that up” she called out

“I may have”

“Yeah, but what if....”

“Gabs, stop” he laughed stopping the cart as she caught up with him “Stop worrying. We’re here. We’re going to be good. You don’t have to save us”

“Oh” she smiled “You need more saving then anyone”

She walked off in front of him turning the corner. Was it just him or was she flirting with him?

#

Pope sat at the dining table watching her busy herself in the kitchen. They were army but she had damn well cooked for one. He had to admit it was the best Bolognese he had ever had in his life.

Now the guys were laughing and getting drunk at the table and she was working her butt off cleaning up after them.

He slammed down another Tequila shot, at Benny’s insistence and kept watching her. It was like she didn’t even hear them, which said a lot.

Pope leant over to Frankie

“I take it this is a coping mechanism” he asked nodding his head in her direction. Frankie wasn’t surprised. Pope full attention had been on her since they got home

“Yeah. She keeps herself busy so she doesn’t have to feel anything.  It only works for so long. You  really didn’t like her freezing you out the other day ,did you?”

“Not a place I wish to be again, no”    

She wiped down the benches and walked over to the table

“Are you going to sit down now?” Frankie teased her

“No, I think I’m going to have a shower and hit the hay. I’ll see you  guys in the morning”

She kissed Frankie on the top of his head and walked up the stairs with all eyes on her every step.

Later she found herself sitting on the bathroom tiles with wet hair, wrapped in a towel, unable to stop the tears that were quietly rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t make a sound but oh, those tears. They would just not stop.

She heard a soft knock on the door and Gabby chuckled because she knew who it was. She sniffled

“Yeah?”

Frankie poked his head around the door and smiled

“Just me”

“Hey” her voice broke as she tried to smile through it.

He sat down on the floor beside her as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. He knew he couldn’t say anything  she hadn’t already heard, or thought, or felt. Instead he placed her legs over his, pulled her in close and held her until she was done.

AN2: What do we think of Gabby and Pope? To Soon after Seb? Let me know

XxL

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||Mind Over Matter|| Part Ten

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows  how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a  knack for   anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one  thing she  fails at   is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine,

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Somewhere between Episode 15, 16 and 17, Season One.

Glancing beside her once more Penelope frowned when she spotted Evelyn sitting just as she had been an hour ago. Staring listlessly ahead at the screen, her leg pulled up against her chest with her chin resting on her knee. The movie was nearly over. And the red head had yet to make a comment on the progress of it. Penelope had stayed quite on purpose. Giving the red head whatever moment she needed to talk. But with the movie almost over and her patience having run out, the blonde turned to her protégé with a concerned frown.

"Sweetums? You've been so quite tonight." Her voice seemed to break whatever trance Evelyn was in. Blue eyes blinked as she focused on her mentor. Offering the older woman a small smile she rubbed her eyes before heaving a sigh.

"Sorry. I'm just tired." Penelope knew it was more then that. Reaching for the remote she quickly paused the movie and turned towards the younger woman.

"Its been nearly a month now sweetheart. You need to start getting back in your game." Evelyn flinched at Penelope's words, her heart dropping in her chest.

A month.

A month since Sarah Jean's death.

A death she didn't deserve.

And despite her claims that she was fine, Evelyn was anything but. It was like her father's death. But this time it was worse. This time she could've done something about it. This time it could've been avoided.

"I've made my peace with it Penelope. I'll be fine." A big fat lie. And Penelope seemed to think that too. Since she shot a small text to Morgan, asking if he could talk to the red head. The blonde just wanted her hyper yet shy little protégé back. It broke her heart to see Evelyn like this. Working murders was hard enough. But befriending a person on a death sentence was even harder. Knowing they would eventually die.

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"Is that it then?" Morgan asked with a satisfied and relieved smile as he observed the neatly stacked boxes at the back of Evelyn's garage. The red head nodded, closing one of the final boxes and placing them on the shelf.

"Yeah! Thanks for lending me your strength Morgan." She added with a smile, dusting her hands to get rid of whatever grime she had gathered. Morgan grinned and waved his hand.

"Nothing to it short stuff. Though I wouldn't say no to your chocolate chip cookies as a thank you." His friend giggled before nodding.

"I knew you weren't helping me out of the goodness of your heart." She called over her shoulder as she led the way through the garage door and into her kitchen where she had baked a fresh batch of said cookies just that morning. Catching sight of the filled cookie jar, Morgan rubbed his hands together, eyes alight with, what Evelyn could only describe as glee.

"Alright! Cookie heaven here I come!" He was about to reach for the lid of the jar when Evelyn smacked his wrist.

"Wash your hands!" She scolded already walking past him to get the milk from the fridge. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Yes mother." He said in a teasing tone before walking over to the sink to quickly wash his hands.

A few minutes later the two FBI Agents were sitting around the island in the kitchen on stools, eating the cookies. Or rather Morgan was inhaling them while Evelyn was nibbling on her first one. The jar was nearly half empty.

"I gotta hand it to you Evelyn, you are officially the best baker I know." She smiled at the compliment, her cheeks reddening as they always did when she was embarrassed.

"I doubt that Morgan." She mumbled taking a sip of her milk and setting the glass down on the counter. The older agent gave a smile finishing off his glass of milk and reaching for the carton to pour himself another one.

"Speaking of being the best, Penelope told me you've been a little distracted the past few weeks." And there it was. The one thing Evelyn had been trying to avoid. Pursing her lips she turned her attention to the crumbs on the counter, starting to gather them up by pressing the tip of her finger along the surface of the island.

"I told her I was fine. Why won't she just believe me?" Morgan shook his head at her words.

"That's the thing Evelyn. You're not fine. You gotta talk to somebody about what your're feeling. And if you don't wanna do that then you should try to put everything behind you and try to move forward." Evelyn's eyes blazed with a sudden anger as she turned to look at Morgan.

"Well what if I don't want to forget! What if I want to live with the guilt because lets face it Morgan we could've done more to save her but we didn't!" Morgan's expression didn't change one bit at the red head's outburst, he only turned his attention to her full and undivided.

"Kid, there was nothing we could've done to save her. From what I heard Sarah wanted to die. It was her final wish." Evelyn shook her head, hands clenched into tight fists.

"But she didn't deserve to die! She could be alive right now. Maybe even watching her son play the cello!" Her statement was met with a frown of disapproval from Morgan.

"That's your problem Evelyn. You focus and obsess so much over what could've been that you forget to look at what has already happened and accept it." Evelyn stared at Morgan with wide blue, terrified eyes. The agent almost felt sorry for he had said, but knew it had to be done.

"You promised." Her voice was somewhat broken. Her tone accusing. "You promised you would never profile me!" Morgan let out a frustrated sound and shook his head.

"This is not profiling Evelyn. This is pure sense." Suddenly reaching out he grasped her much smaller hands between his, looking at her almost imploringly. "Honey, you have got to start accepting that sometimes life gives us rather unexpected circumstances and we gotta make the best of 'em. We can't keep thinking of the what ifs."

Silence followed his words and Evelyn couldn't bring herself to look at Morgan, suddenly feeling ashamed of her behavior the past month. "She didn't deserve to die." Were the words that she finally spoke, finally lifting her head to meet Morgan's understanding gaze. He gave a humorless chuckle.

"Believe me. Every time we come across a case I think the exact same thing about the victim." Lifting one hand he affectionately patted the side of her cheek and gave her a small smile.

"You gonna be okay now Ginger?" The nickname forced a smile out of her, and she nodded.

"I'll be fine." Morgan accepted her response, knowing she would be alright.

"Good! Otherwise Penelope would've had my head for only upsetting you further." He shuddered at the thought, causing the younger girl to giggle.

"That would've been sad. I happen to prefer a head with my muscles." She poked the side of his shoulder, while he quickly assumed a defensive pose with his arms.

"Sorry sweetheart. My babygirl would be upset if you made a move on me." Evelyn snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Just eat your damn cookies." She grumbled, her cheeks flushing as she pushed the jar towards him. Without another word Morgan proceeded to do so.

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Reid had been waiting in the driveway for quite some time now. Since Evelyn was still an agent in training, so to speak, she had to do the mundane tasks of putting away the files and whatever else they had used for cases away in boxes before placing them in the shelves. The Team tried to be as organized as they could be so that she wouldn't have to clean up their messes when it came to the files but none of them had the time since they had to write up reports and such. But Evelyn didn't mind. Morgan had once jokingly referred to her as their little sidekick. Evelyn had argued she was more of a butler like Alfred since she did take care of them. Somewhat. It was another reason she got off work a little later then the rest of them.

The young genius didn't mind waiting for his friend. He was sitting on the porch step, completely immersed in the book he had bought a week or so ago. His eyes quickly scanning over the printed script. Even if he finished the book before Evelyn arrived he had another one in his bag. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught his attention and he quickly got up at the sight of the woman he had been waiting for. Evelyn frowned at Reid, a little surprised to see him.

"I thought you went home?" She said, finding the key to the trunk of her car and taking out a box cradling it under her right arm as Reid came to stand next to her, having put the book away and with his hands in his pockets.

"I was waiting for you actually. I wanted to talk to you." The man responded as she shut the lid of the trunk and turned to him, still frowning in confusion. Taking her silence as an opening Reid spoke.

"I just wanted to say that you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened to Sarah Jean. It was decision. Like you told us when we were searching for Riley. You read her body language and she was never going to go back on her decision. She wanted it to happen. She wanted to die. And it only shows the amount of love she had for her son. And it also shows how strong she was as a mother and a person. Which is a rather rare characteristic because most people would've-"

He was suddenly cut short by a hand being placed over his mouth. His eyes widened slightly before he frowned at the read head, who had to reach up to place her hand there. Her lips were pulled into an amused smile, though her eyes shone with sadness but acceptance at the same time.

"Morgan already talked to me Reid. And I realize it now. There was nothing we could've done." She finally removed her hand, stepping back a little as she did.

"Oh!" A light blush came to his cheeks when he suddenly realized that he had been rambling. Pushing his hair back behind his ear he quickly nodded. "Right! Good! I just wanted to….er…."

Evelyn smiled softly at his stuttering, reaching out to gently pat his hand. "Thank you for caring Spence." She said, using his first name, which she only ever used when things were rather personal between them. A beat of silence where they both simply looked at each other. That beat seemed to stretch on and Spencer suddenly realized that her eyes were probably the most prettiest shade of blue he had ever seen. Evelyn on the other hand was finding it a little hard not to reach out and let her fingers play with his hair. The silence was broken by the sound of a car honking probably a street over. Both agents quickly shook out of their little bubble, bright blushes on their cheeks. Wanting nothing more then to rid herself of the thoughts she had just been having, thoughts she had no idea she would be capable of thinking.

"Hey! I found a few pictures that I think would be really good for your album. If you're still putting it together that is." Evelyn added in the end, her gaze hopeful as she waited for his reply, wandering if he had kept the album. The young genius nodded quickly, doing his best not to stare like he had been a few moments ago.

"Sounds good! I've actually added a few pictures in them already." He admitted, which made Evelyn grin.

"Great! Come on in then!" With that she led the way into her home, the young doctor following in after her, both parties a little surprised at the moment they had just shared.

Yet neither gave it another thought. Almost as if the moment was something they were used to. Something that happened to them unconsciously. And giving it any importance would make any moment in the future seem less significant. So they left it at that.

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[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 6: Cuddles

FNAF SB - Freddy rescues Roxy from the Pizzaplex and makes her feel beautiful again. (switch!Glamrock Freddy, switch!Roxy, lee!Gregory)

...

Freddy had insisted on going back for her. Gregory didn't like it one bit, and was still scared of her, but he let Freddy go.

He'd worked on curing the virus that had infected everyone. None of the animatronics were supposed to harm any humans! It had taken about a month, but Freddy managed to isolate the virus and get rid of it when testing on an old computer.

Having gone into the pizzaplex, he started his rescue mission. Guiding her with his voice, Freddy managed to (mostly) calm Roxy and led her home. She still softly sobbed and didn't meet his gaze with her empty eye sockets. When they got to the car, Freddy decided to try his antivirus there. It was far enough from home that Gregory wouldn't get hurt if something went wrong.

Telling her that he'd soon have her fixed and she'd be as good as new, Freddy applied the antivirus. The virus tried to fight back, making Roxy spazz and glitch for a few moments. Then she relaxed, the virus now gone.

"Freddy...? What am I doing here?" She asked. He smiled, glad she was back.

"You were infected with a virus... I cured it!"

"I'm blind... Was the virus doing that too...?" She wondered. He looked away in shame.

"No. But I can fix you! Come home with me and I'll repair you."

So they drove back to Freddy and Gregory's house. Roxy seemed a little nervous. In the moments they spent in the car, she remembered everything.

"That kid's gonna be there, isn't he??"

Freddy winced. "I'll talk to him. Since the virus is gone, I know you won't try to harm him. Perhaps, we can all be friends...?"

She growled. "Fat chance."

...

In the garage, Freddy repaired Roxy. He was a skilled mechanic. Memorizing all the parts of the Glamrock animatronics in case something went wrong. Roxy was fairly easy to fix. He gave back her eyes, which had been taken from her and given to him, and put back his old ones. They couldn't see through walls, but they were his.

Afterwards, he showed her what she looked like. She seemed satisfied, but pointed out that her makeup had gotten ruined.

"Want me to fix it?" Freddy asked. She nodded. He looked around for some suitable paint. After a while, he came back with a black bucket of paint. "I'm sorry, I only have this."

"It's alright. I'd like to try it!" She said.

So Freddy applied a couple coats of paint to her eyelashes and eyelids. When he finished, he stood back, astounded.

"Does it look good...?" Roxy wondered, and grabbed the mirror. "Ohhh yeah!!" She did the love sign with her paws and did a 'rockstar' grin.

Smiling, Freddy said, "I am glad you like it!"

Roxy pulled him into a hug. "Thank you. I-I'm beautiful again!"

He hugged back. "You are beautiful to me no matter what."

She hummed and then looked up into his eyes. And they shared a kiss.

...

When they came upstairs, Gregory screeched.

"What is she doing here?!"

"Come now, Gregory. I fixed her up so she isn't dangerous anymore!"

She growled and ran up to him. "But I'm still getting my revenge!" Scooping him up, she tickle-attacked his armpits, ribs, and stomach.

"EEEEEE!! HEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!! NOHOHOOOHOOOOO!!" he cried, squirming and wiggling away. Freddy came over and scooped them both up into a hug.

"I've got both of you!" he said, joining in, getting his sides.

"EEEEEEEEK! FREDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Gregory screeched. Finally, it looked like he'd had enough so they let up. As soon as Gregory was set down, he ran off.

Roxy chuckled. "Kids."

"He'll get used to you, I promise." Freddy said warmly. And he looked upstairs, deciding to give her a tour of the house. "There is a bed in my room, would you like to cuddle...?"

She nodded. "That's one of those human things, isn't it? Sounds fun."

They snuggled close to one another.

"Are you comfortable...?" Freddy asked. She hummed happily. "I am glad..."

"By the way, it's your turn." Roxy said. And she tickled his armpits.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! NOHOHOT THERE!!" He laughed, trying not to wiggle too much. Freddy hadn't been programmed to be ticklish in a lot of spots, but he was still sensitive in a few common places.

"Oh? Then how about here...?" Roxy wondered, digging into his hips.

"HAHAHHHHAAHAAAHAHAHAAAHAAAAA!!" He shook his head, cheeks heating up.

"Or how about here...?" She went over to his feet and dragged her nails along his arches.

"HAHAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAA!!" Freddy howled. "HAAAHHAHAHAHHAAAA! PLEASE!! ROXY STOHOHOHOOOP!"

She stopped and grinned at him. Gasping for breath, Freddy eyed her curiously.

"How did you know my worst spots...?"

Cheekily, she waved his manual in his face.

"Okay, that's it!" Picking her up, he set her on the bed and tickled under her chin and on her exposed midriff.

"EEEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEEEEE!!" She screeched and squirmed around on the bed, not holding back. "FREDDYYYYYYY!! HEEHEHEHEHEEEEE!"

"Or how about here...?" he said, mimicking her and squeezing her hips. She cackled, rolling over. He chuckled and went for her knee pits. "Or here...?"

"YEEEEHEEHEHEEHHEHEHEEE!!" She squealed. "EEEHEEHEHEEEEEHEEEE!! ALRIGHIHIHIHHIHT! I GIVE!"

Truth be told, she could last longer but thought it best to stop the session here.

Freddy pulled away and smiled lovingly at her.

Laying down, they both decided it time to power down and recharge. Roxy cuddled up to Freddy and pulled the blanket over them.

"I missed you, Freddy." She said before falling asleep.

Stroking her hair, he mumbled, "I missed you too, Roxanne."

[The End.]

[chinahatbeach]

Thoughts for Today

Wednesday and brr once again. There was snow up in them thar hills last night. Winter doesn’t want to leave us just yet. And many of us wait for the warm of Spring to shine on us. I have a list of yardwork items I want to do but alas……. I shall wait. Patience. I also want to clean the garage but it’s too cold and I will wait on that also.

Projects inside the house it is. I have material cut for kozy bowls and pot holders. I saw a crafty idea and will try my hand on it. I also want to make Swiffer mopheads with terry cloth fabric I got a couple of years ago. I dislike those throw away wet towel thingy’s and would rather have something I could re-use. I look at many things with the thought of re-using them. As I sit here, I see an empty half n half container that is a half gallon size. Hmmm…. I could use that to start plants in it.

My dad was a ‘save that for a rainy day’ type of guy. My mom saved things too. When folks go thru the Great Depression and the lack of many things, you look to the importance of saving for a rainy day. In our present world, we toss out good stuff.

I have a client who has a ‘goodwill box’. It sits there in her dining room and she will take it away about once a year. She told me if I see anything I want to just take it. She has had great items and I have brought home a few of them. To reuse an unwanted item that I wanted and for me to save money is perfect. Yeah, I’m still removing many items that need to go in my eyes. I shall get rid of a couple of items that I really have no use for and I won’t be sad to let them go.

Yesterday, I watched a video of a very small tiny home a lady lives in, in Australia. It was too small for me. I need assorted ‘rainy day items’ and can’t let go of many special things. I need room for my doggos, cats, and their stuff. And yes, my critters have their own stuff. I do know that I have at least two wire dog crates in the garage that need to go. I do not think I’ll have more than one or two dogs from now on. That’s sad. I always have had at least three dogs at one time. I do have a dog exercise pen that I’ve used when we would go camping with the dogs. I have used it for chickens in the past but now, I think I need to let it go too. Time changes things and it teaches you to let go of stuff. When the weather gets better, I’ll post pictures of the dog crates and exercise pen and sell them on Buy, Sell, and Trade or Facebook Marketplace. They can go to good homes.

Well, time to get ready for my day. Things to do, people to see, and work to be done. I’ve inspired myself to go clean out a couple of bins of stuff and say goodbye to some of it. Less stuff means less mess. The file cabinet is another area I want to clean out. Maybe this afternoon I’ll take time to straighten it out.

Happy Hump Day! Enjoy your day!

And that’s the way it is………

[ddonovanrp]

Sitting on the edge of the garage stool Damian wheeled his way from the tool box for the thousandth time back to the classic Shovelhead he was working on. The faded yellow if the tank and fenders showed it's age If the worn out leather and broken down cables weren't clues enough. Sighing in frustration again he wiped the back of his arm across his forehead, his best attempt at getting rid of the sweat that trickled down his face. His hands and arms were black with grease which was probably all over him at this point. This bike had become a pain in the ass obsession he couldn't let go of. Not until he heard it run like it was meant to. Picking up a a half empty beer bottle, he took a long swig and sat it back in the concrete floor beside him. His phone on the bench began to ring and it caught his attention from the other side of the garage. Picking up the remote to the stereo he turned the volume down as he stood and walked across the space before picking the phone up and glancing at the screen; Harper, his youngest sister. Answering the phone he said "hey, what's up?" And stuck the cell phone between his jaw and ear as he picked up a rag and began wiping the grease and oil from his hands. "Nothing" she replied. "We're about to head to the bar. Did you want to meet us for a drink?" She said in his ear. Looking at the clock he thought for a minute about any plans that might have been for later. Deciding there was nothing that couldn't wait he a answered with "yeah. I mean I have to get a shower i'm at the shop but I can meet you there in about 45 minutes?" He suggested. She'd agreed and they hung up.

Being as the shop doubled as a second home for him lately, he already had clothes in the back room that had been turned into a sort of bedroom. The bathroom there had a shower head from the ceiling with a track that held the curtain in a circle surrounding a drain in the floor. The old man he'd bought the garage from had lived here before he sold it to Damian and moved in with his daughter.

About 10 minutes later Damian was out front in the parking lot of the Garage and swinging his leg over his sleek black Harley, heading to meet his sister and whoever else might pop up at their small town bar.  __________________________ -> 8.29.2020 -> OPEN: REPLIES WELCOME

[minshookie]

All Play, No Work. Pt two

Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader

Genre |angst, dark themed, yandere, gore.

Summary | “ Eunji just couldn’t play nice, firing her just wouldn’t be enough.”

!Warnings! 18+, yandere Yoongi, character death, descriptive scenes, murder scene, infidelity.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [request closed] words 3k

A/N : link to part 1 I hope this is enjoyable!! Unedited but I will edit soon.

“Yoongi, don’t talk so drastically...it was just a joke.” He heaved deeply, gripping the door handle severely. “It can’t be a joke every time y/n she’s done worse before, her and her husband.” Sighing, unsure if it was safe to touch him you put your hand on the handle next to his. “Min, they hate me because you love me, if you want it resolved maybe we should lay low...take something like a break?” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the complications at work were becoming a bit detrimental.

His head turned at lighting speed, with a look of disgust almost. “Break? You can’t be serious don’t ever say something like that again, and I’ll do what I please, we should we hide ourselves she’ll start waking around with her head high like she won.” He let go of the handle leaning against the door looking deeply into you. “I’ll fire her.” You rolled your eyes “Yoongi please she needs to work.” “Stop being so damn sweet, this is the same person that soiled your clothes, cracks jokes about you...she bullies you she should’ve been out of here.” He put his hand in his pocket, checking his watch on his other wrist. “We’re almost done for the day anyway... you go to my place without me I’ll meet you there.” Taking his watch clad hand in yours, you could tell he was still furious.

“Alright if you insist, but what’ll you be doing yoongs?” You attempted to turn the atmosphere playful. “Baby, you insist on disobeying my requests.” Chuckles dryly. “I’ll be talking to Kim, and Lucy.” “Lucy, why?” “I’m giving her Kim’s position, a promotion.” He leans swiftly pecking your cheek before opening the door for you both to exit, not giving you a chance at questioning him further. He follows closely behind all eyes on you, a grimace on Eunji’s features. It’s like you had a fat red target right in the middle of your face. “Actually, why don’t you just head out now.” Yoongi mumbled before leaving your side, quickly heading to his office his fist curled in a rough grip.

You hung your head low like a shy school girl, going to collect your bag and belongings from your cubicle. Only to find Jimin completing the papers you’d left. “Heading home miss Raman booty?” He mumbled without turning, a pen between his teeth, his fingers typing with stealth. “I hate you Jimin.” Laughing he let the pen fall, leaning in the chair finally facing you. “You ok?” You nodded giving a warm smile. “Good, here’s your thousand dollar sack.” He handed you your purse, he’s full of jokes today, you responded with a low chuckle. “Wait before you go, whats the 411 on the bosses mood?” “Mm angry, go in quickly and quietly and leave the same way.” He nodded going back to the computer, “Ah, so not the day for pay increase forms? Gotcha.” You laughed before walking away, ready to be rid of the grimy feeling you were getting from work today.

Avoiding eye contact, you focus on the rythmatic clicking of your pumps until you entered the silver elevator. Leaning against the glass window you watched as you descended through the building. Finally meeting the last floor quickly freeing yourself sighing one more trek to take, that being into the parking garage. Silent and eerie, it oddly relaxed you you found your car quickly. It’s always there right next to Yoongi’s ever since the first day you started.

The thought warmed you, feelings of your boyfriends love floating around you. Hopping in your car you threw the gifted purse in the back seat, just before you could start up your phone rang, Yoongi of course. “Hey Yoongi” ”Ah, you sound happier already.” Reclining your seat you sighed. “I was thinking of you.” He hummed in approval. “Cute, hm I do the same to calm myself...thinking of you of course.” Giggling you responded “reason for calling?” “I wanted to say I love you, and I want you to go straight home.” He orders blandly. “Tsk I wanted to shop a bit.” You joke putting your seat back into position. “Y/n straight home, no questions.” “Yeah I heard you Daddy.” You joked starting your vehicle. “Good, I’ll see you soon, love you...say it back.” “I love you Yoongi, of course.” He sighed softly, checking your surroundings you pulled back waiting for him to hang up. “Alright bye...Jimin get out.” The phone call ended.

Relaxed you drove through your city, it’s a bit later in the day the faces of people passing linger in your mind. A soft tune plays from the radio, resting at a light your eyes wandered to the beagle place Yoongi always insists on getting breakfast from. His friends little hole in the wall. Letting your mind wander, he really is a romantic. Finishing the length of the trip you finally reach your destination, a discreet apartment on the edge of town with a not so discreet price. Reaching for your purse you got out of the car, frankly mentally and physically exhausted. “Mrs min! Welcome back!” You’re warmly greeted at the door, “no still y/l/n,good afternoon.” Warmly you smile thanking him for opening the door, yet another elevator to take you where you needed to be.

On the home stretch, trudging towards the door unlocking it you fumbled inside sighing taking in his scent that floated about. With your eyes closed you dropped your bag shuffling to the couch. Kicking off the shoes you let gravity take over thumping onto the firm furniture. The light jingling, made a smile spread on your lips. “Is that my best boy!?” You opened your eyes, greeted with Min Holly his coffee colored paws giving you pets on your head. “My Beautiful little one.” Kissing him on the temple, and gifting him to a few pets and scratches he was satisfied with your greeting he let you be at rest.

Pulling from the couch, you fulfilled the routine of grabbing a snack and skipping upstairs to shower. Stripping you ventured Yoongi’s bedroom in the nude, in search for the clothes you’d left there. Giving up you opted for a pair of briefs and a t-shirt.

Finishing the shower, you cuddled into bed wallowing on the plush mattress in search of a comforting position, engulfing your senses in Yoongi’s scent. Turing on the tv you rolled over, the bed felt cold without your cuddle baby. “Hmm Holly! C’mere little boy!” Joyously he ran in jumping next to you cuddling into your warm side. “We’ll nap and wait for Daddy huh?”

NOW READING FROM: Yoongi’s point of view.

“Are you sure Min, I mean I’m flattered but I just started about a month ago-” I held up my hand to stop her nervous speech. “I’m positive, I’ve observed your work ethic I’m sure you could keep up Lucy, the pay is great the work is easy....more time to speak to Jungkook hm?” Her cheeks blushed light rose at the mention of his name. “But what about uhm..Eunji?” She spoke of her coworker in hushed tones,like she was some sort of demon.

“Kim Eunji has been polluting our work area, making others feel uncomfortable...and uncomfortable means less work getting done, I’ll see about her don’t worry.” Toying with her manicured fingers, such a shy girl, “so what’s your answer?” She sighed brushing a stray hair behind her ear, “Mr Min, when do I start?” She held a coy smile, slowly looking up to make eye contact. “Ah! Smart girl!” I distributed my hand for her to shake in agreement. “You’ll start Monday, we’ll have it all sorted by then.” Nodding she let go of my hand, “thank you Mr Min.” “Of course Lucy I know I won’t regret it, enjoy your night sorry for keeping you late.” Now almost all of her face had a glow of blush, “oh it’s fine Mr Min I don’t mind I didn’t have anything to do tonight anyways, how a-” “ask Eunji to come in for me please, Good night Lucy thank you.”

Shutting up he gave a quick smile and nod before leaving quicker than she came. Eunji pranced in almost eagerly a subtle smirk playing on her cherry lips. “It’s late Yoongi I have to get home.” “Home to what...a cold shower and empty bed? Come sit.” I smirked as she complied, “what do you want Min...if you’re looking for apologies you wont-” “I just wanted to talk to you.” She shut her painted lips, nodding giving me room to speak.

“You’ve been acting out Kim, and I think I know why.” She folded her arms defensively humming a response. “Oh yeah?” Her cocky tone only deepened my concealed rage. “You’re missing someone, your husband maybe?” She rolled her eyes, poking her tongue along her cheek. “What about it?” She began to toy with the small figurines that decorated my desk. “Well, he misses you too...I’ve made the decision to let you go if you’d like.”

“It isn’t time for him to come back, he’s been on the trip for months.” She mumbles smiling down at a framed picture of Holly. Scoffing I took the image back, “Joon, he likes it there he’s been having issues contacting you so he’s said....but he’s made the choice to transfer and stay at the location.” She looked intensely Into my eyes, confused yet gullible.

“He’s gotten a good place, he wants to move you there...he misses you more than you know, and the way you’ve been acting out of line I think you feel the same.” She huffs, nodding slowly. “Alright, you’ll treat my flight the same you did his?” Greedy little bitch...“yes, paid and full, you’ll be able to contact him at the airport hm?” Finally a soft smile spreads her lips, she huffs a low chuckle. “Really?” “Would you like to see the messages and paperwork?”

In hopes she’d say no I still pulled open the side drawer, a single word held her fate as I gripped the heavy weapon. It would be messy and against the plan if she’d decided to take this route. “No..no, why would you lie about sending me on all expenses paid long term vacation.” I smirked nodding while closing the drawer. “So you’ve agreed to joining him?” Sighing she tamed wisps of her dark hair, raking the back into her loose ponytail.

I pushed the legal paper forward a ballpoint rests atop of it. “When do I leave, do I get a chance to say goodbye?” She mumbles leaving her signature along the dotted spaces. Goodbye? Who would want to farewell a she-demon like you. “I’m afraid not, your flight is scheduled for tomorrow 7AM...you should get home actually.” I checked my timepiece briefly.

She stood silently, “ah ah wait, Eunji...it’s late you’re tired allow me to drive you home.” She furrows her brows, giving a suspicious look. “I’ll miss you Kim, you were one of the first people here you and Namjoon.” She lowered herself in the seat her expression now compassionate.

I didn’t lie, Eunji was exhausted...the bags under her eyes almost frightening. She was once the best dressed, best looking, and best worker here. Jealousy had eaten her, and the absence of her Lover only made her worse. “Ah Min, you won’t miss me...you’re sending me away to protect your little hook up, she moan like I used to?” My cheeks began to redden, “no, her’s are better.” Guilt set in sourly. I lied right to y/n’s face to save my ass.

Kim Eunji had made me a liar, a cheater and a bad businessman...all the more reason for her fate. “Hm, if you say so.....how about we go to your place.” Her smirk detailed more than she’d let on. “One last time.” She’s always been scandalous, she could never learn a lesson, she’d never get enough. She saw an opportunity to finally sink her teeth into what she envied, and sinking her teeth is what she planned on doing.

“Tempting, can’t wait for mr kim huh?” I attempted to participate in her now lustful staring. “Hmm, you won’t make me will you?” I set free a chuckle, letting my fingertips glide my lip. “Your place, we can make it an all night thing...you can bring me to get my car in the morning.” She collected her expensive shoulder bag. “No, y/n is at my place, probably out cold by now....I’ll bring you somewhere with a romantic view, you’ll get back to your car tonight.” She frowned at the mention of her name, pulling her wisps of hair back.

“Fine, but don’t say her name anymore tonight.” Nodding I stood offering a hand to help her up and she refused with a bratty giggle, leaving the office. She removed her heels walking barefoot to the elevator, I paced hot on her trail, finally catching her as she stood idle in the spacious elevator.

The elevator couldn’t reach the final floor fast enough for me, she’d gotten comfortable the guilt of cheating on her husband nonexistent. Sighing in frustration eyeing my watch. She toyed with my fingers leaning against me, “why’d you replace me huh?” She pouted interlocking our fingers, her fridged rings kissed my skin harshly. “Excuse me?” She sighed, “we were messing around and you...found y/n.” I chuckled as the doors pulled open. “You were engaged...nothing more would’ve developed anyway.”

Eunji and I had held countless endeavors right under Namjoon’s nose, flirtatious, casual, sexual. But he was everything but oblivious, he was just lenient until he found out the depth of our friendship. So he decided to test the waters with y/n, it was extremely unacceptable. Eunji was engaged after all, I do have some self respect. I never replaced her, I just found someone I actually loved, someone who needed me and only me.

She only laughed at my reasoning, following me giddily to my car, I opened the passenger and let her inside. I already had her fate planned. She’d been the thorn in y/n’s side ever since she’d started, she’d come running to me in tears over the things Eunji would say...the things she’d do. They treated her like a rag doll the new girl fresh to adulthood, she knew nothing better than to follow and comply.

Eunji was given warning after warning, I hate firing people but for her I’d make an exception. But y/n she’s so sweet...it’ll kill her to know Eunji was walking around jobless because of her sensitivity. So what am I to do? I’ll just make her leave silently...on her own. I’ll make her disappear.

“Where are we going?” She pushed my knee aggressively, I’d zoned out completely roaming my thoughts a dangerous thing to do behind the wheel. Absentmindedly I’d driven past our false “date”, ultimately finding ourselves in the dark. “There is this bridge, it’s romantic y/n loves it.” I fibbed, how much of an idiot could I be...this mishaps could fuck everything I’d planned. I pulled onto said bridge, vacant, thankfully just how I needed it. I turned the car off, in pitch black I could feel her looking at me.

“Huh, what a view.” She quips, “well don’t be ungrateful.” The moment before the fall is always awkward, “hm...recline the seat.” She ordered, I personally didn’t enjoy her tone. I let my seat slowly fall back and she leaned over the center console. Blindly fiddling my pant buckle. Oh shit. Oh no. Waves of guilt washed over me at the simple thought of what she was attempting.

This had to be it, she’d made it to my briefs with ease, trailing her manicured fingers along my member. This had to happen now or the outcome I’d been planning would definitely go to shit. I put an end to her exploration, gripping the back of her neck with great force she mewled like a harmed animal. “F-fuck Min, feeling rough?”

No way would this be easy or clean in the car. “Shut up.” I gritted, now griping her hair making her whine and cry out. “P-please wait.” “What the fuck did I say?” Opening my door I pulled her from the car on my side. This needed to be quick and clean, this bridge was all too public and constantly frequented for me to be leaving a messy scene on.

What smart girl, she tried to escape only to be pained by my iron grip on her mane. “Why so scared...you wanted me right?” “M-m-Min! Please I’m sorry, tell her I’m sorry...sorry-so sorry.” I kicked the pit of her knee causing her to collapse on the cold gravel. “One sorry Bitch you are, I couldn’t even pay you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Think of all you did to that innocent woman...ruined her clothes, sent her on wild goose chases in a county she’s never been in, made her fall down the stairs, turned half the office against her...so evil you even made your sleazy husband her personal predator.” She sobbed pathetically, “w-what....he did-wait?” Of course she was unaware as any idiot would be.

I knelt mumbling in her ear. “He touched my fucking girlfriend for months on end...She was so ashamed do you know how much it took for her to come and tell me?” She gagged on her sobs, choking herself on her cries. “I’m sorry, I’ll quit I’ll leave-no need to do this I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

She whispers letting her body go limp. She thinks it’s so easy. “You sure will.” I grumbled reaching to pull my tie from my back pocket. “You can’t do shit to me- Joon- Joon will be lo-” “Joon his fucking dead. This right here.” I kicked her down pressing my foot into her soft back, to keep her still. She struggled to breath with my weight on her back, I crouch looping the long tie around her neck she ceased from fighting back as I wrapped it around my hands as well. Pulling with my angered strength, “this is the fucking business trip...enjoy the flight whore.”

She stoped struggling all together, pulling the fabric as tight as I could, I made sure the deed was done. She quit breathing, the ceased the struggle. Violently making sure she was gone, before I stored her in the trunk. My hands shook, the rush made my figure quake, I did my best to climb into the drivers seat.

Starting the car, it’s best in mind to flee as fast as I arrived. He’ll be pissed to high heaven, but at this moment theirs only one person to call. I scanned the road feeling beyond the edge, unsure of my final destination. Finally he felt the need to answer “Min, Min Yoongi-ah it is too late to be calling me this way!” He croaked through the phone .

“Jimin, hm a bonus?” “Excuse me?” He shuffled, I couldn’t continue to circle around here “Jimin...I need your help.” I groaned, I’d have to find somewhere to go before someone saw me driving suspiciously. “I’ve made another mistake....a messy one.” He gasped before mumbling complaints. “Why,Who and how much?” He grumbled, “meet me and I’ll let you know that.” “You know where to find me.” When all else fails, Jimin is the one to call. Partner in crime, cheater of justice and death.

NOW READING FROM : readers point of view.

Fear rolled over you as you came to the realization that is was almost 5 AM and Yoongi wasn’t in bed. Holly still occupied his spot, sprawled out in pure comfort. Enjoying the luxury of sleeping in the big bed.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes you shuffled your feet along the chilly floor, slipping in Yoongi’s slippers to adventure to the bathroom. You’d have to be back at work in some hours, Yoongi as well. It’s never like him to be late. After reliving yourself, washing up you’d realized the dryness of your mouth.

Aiding the feeling you took the trip downstairs, Holly’s paws hot on ur heels. “You thirsty too?” Rhetorically you questioned setting his dish for him, and grabbing a water for yourself, drinking it almost instantly. “You’ll get sick that way kitten.”

You choked in response, spitting the water onto the marbled counter. “What the fuck Yoongi, where’ve you been?” You spoke into the darkness, you didn’t hear him come in, maybe he was already home. “After I cleared some things up at work, Jimin and I had to...do some heavy work.” His voice held a quiver, unsure if it was of sadness or fear, maybe even anger.

“Ah well....come out of the dark, come over here.” You closed the the water, Holly had already met him in the living room. He neared, his features being shown from the glow of the kitchen lights. “Here, c’mon.” You sat on the island, back to him.

Something was off...he was hiding something, he was moving strangely with his words and actions. He came, leaving Holly on the floor he centers between your legs. Leaning on his palms on either side of you, “my shirt, my slippers, dressing up as me today?” You gave a soft smirk, “when’d you change?”

“At Jimin’s the work was messy.” “Ah...what’s that on your lip?” Taking your nail, you scrapped the flake of red from his top lip. “Been kissing other ladies...ladies in cheap red lipstick?” You giggled. His face ran pale at your joke, “n-no probably from Parks food, we were hungry.” You gazed in his eyes, “what’d you eat?” “Why?” Sighing you blew it off, “no reason, just curious...how’d it go with Eunji.”

He sighed leaned forward on the counter to stretch his back. It’s then when you caught a glimpse of something odd. “There was a struggle, but it’s all over now.” You held his shoulders, stopping him from moving back up, “Yoongi, you have this stuff all in your hair, where were you?” You brushed the stubborn dried substance with your fingers. “All on your neck.” You groomed him awaiting his answer. “Painting at Jimin’s.” Overpowering you he stood to his height.

You didn’t believe him, how could you? What paint job takes that long? How could it get on his hair? Down his neck? On his lips...nose as well? “I’m going to bed, kiss.” He pecked my cheek moving from my legs, Holly followed his escape. “Oh, and Jimin’s buddy gonna look at my car for a while I had to clean it out...left your lipstick.” He threw the tube for you to catch, it fell in your clutches.

“Yoongi, stop...where’d you get this?” “In the car, it’s yours baby.” He stood stiff on the stairs not turning around. “No, it’s not I can’t wear this...it fucks up my lips, I’m allergic.”

“It was Kim’s huh? You were out doing what you said you didn’t.” He turned glaring sinisterly. “I was out doing what I should’ve a while ago.”

You scoffed, he’s unbelievable, how could he. You’d began to plan your breakdown, how you’d destroy his home in a fit of rage. He’d cheated, lied, and didn’t care. “Kim Eunji and Kim Namjoon are dead.” He shared coldly, “any more questions miss curiosity?”

“No? Good now come up and clean me.”

In utter shock, you shook on top of the kitchen island. He’d made his way to the shower quickly, you heard the faint sprinkling. Sliding from your seat, in fear you followed his orders “now my love...don’t be afraid of me I do all things for you out of love.”

Minshookie 2021 | Not my image

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Pool Party

A Vince Neil smut One Shot

Prompt: Your parents are gone for the weekend and you decide to throw a pool party at their estate. Coming home after all those years brings back bad memories but a certain blond singer helps you overcome them...

Warning: Sexual acts

MASTERLIST

The music was blaring loudly over my parent's back lawn. Y/F/N had pulled me into the low end of the pool after pushing a cup filled with vodka-lemon into my hand. I was already feeling a bit tipsy as we started to sway our hips to the music, not a care in the world.

This party was a hit and it seemed like everyone was having the time of their lives. I made out another friend of mine in the crowd playing beer pong with a group of guys, who seemed to be more interested in her outfit than in the actual game. I shook my head amused and found my best guy friend at our outside bar flirting with the bar keeper we had hired. His name was Sanchez and he was from Spain and even I had to admit that he was hot.

Have fun Greg! I grinned but focused back on the music which had changed to a more up-beat song and I placed my arms on Y/F/N's shoulder so we could dance together hoping to get some attention from the guys around us. We were wearing nothing but our bikinis and I could feel pairs of eyes boring into the back of my head.

"Looks like we are attracting some guys over there." I told Y/F/N grinning and watched her head poke around gazing at our little audience until it stopped at a spot right behind me.

"Yeah. Hey, you mind if I just go over there and talk to Nik for a moment. Have barely seen him all night." I turned my head and followed her gaze. Nikki was sitting on one of the deckchairs in black jeans and leather jacket. This dude hasn't even taken off his sunglasses. "Has no one told him that this was a pool party?" I asked my best friend with a grin.

She just shook her head but I could see a little amused smile on her lips: "I might have mentioned it, but you know him. Maybe I get him to change. Be right back."

And with that she waded through the water. I just shrugged and emptied my cup before getting out of the water to refill it again.

It was weird being back home like that. I knew every corner of this house and still, standing here now as this totally new person - compared to my sixteen year old self - it just felt foreign. Like a place I have rented for a party but isn't actually my home.

It never did feel like home, to be honest. More like a prison with golden bars that locked you in, but all everyone always seemed to notice was the gold, not the bars.

I sighed and took another sip to get rid of my melancholy thoughts when from the corner of my right eye I saw the floodlights to the garage light up. Confused that anyone of the guests would be in that area, I grabbed my boho robe which was draped over a bar stool and walked down the little path towards the driveway.

Taking the last turn around the corner I could see one of my dad's Rolls Royce parked in front of the garage and I almost had a little heart attack thinking my parents might have come back home earlier from their summer vacation, when I saw a blonde mop of hair examining the vehicle.

"Vince? What are you doing there?" He almost hit his head on the side mirror, when he heard my voice, shocked that he's been caught.

"I...uhm I was just looking..." His one hand was brushing through his hair nervously while he pointed back at the car. "It's really...I mean man, it's a 1982 Silver Spirit...it's so new, this baby must have cost a fortune!" I had to smile a bit, delighted at his enthusiasm. My dad does always drive one of the best and latest cars, he must have inherited that hobby from my grandfather.

"Yeah, must be pretty new. Actually I haven't seen it before. Usually my dad has his Bentley out. It's probably in the garage." I said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal and leaned against the car, watching Vince's eyes grow big. It was kinda cute how excited he got over cars. "Y-Your dad has a Bentley?" He stuttered and his gaze dropped to the gararge longingly. Again I had to smile to myself, watching Vince stand in the driveway in nothing but his swim shorts, gazing at the garage like a little kid at a toy store.

"You know, if you want...I mean only if you really have the time - you might miss a few hot bitches while you're gone - but if you want ...I can show you the rest of the cars." His head turned back in my direction so fast, for a moment I thought he could have snapped it and he gave me a look like I have told a child it was christmas and his birthday on the same day. "The rest of the cars?", he said with a thin voice, probably trying to hold back an unmanly squeal. This time I couldn't hide the smile and shrugged. "Sure, if we both hadn't had so much alcohol in our blood, I would have even let you drive one." I suggested and walked to the pin pad to open the garage doors. A strange sound left Vince's throat, which sounded like he was holding back an excited scream and I turned around to him and grinned: "Please don't faint." And with a push of the buttons the garage door lifted from the floor.

"What the fuck?!", Vince exhaled and I was afraid his eyes might pop out. We stepped into the hall and I closed the doors again, hoping we wouldn't attract more people who wanted to see the cars.

"Yep, it's a tic he got from my grandpa and surprisingly my dad's also into racing cars. Well watching them..." I rolled my eyes. "The worst thing about those cars is, if I didn't care so much about their value I definitely would have slashed a few holes in some tires." A gasp from Vince signalled me that this wasn't the right answer. "Well, not for the cars' sake." I hit a few swtiches and the hall lit up.

"If you wanna get into a car", I informed him while he roamed around the at least half a dozen vehicles, "just tell me, I got the keys.", pointing at a display cabinet on the wall behind me.

"Dude, is that a 1979 manufactored 450SL Mercedes-Benz?" Vince said excited running to a red convertible Mercedes at the end of the hall. I followed him.

"Yeah, that one is my favourite. That's also...shame on me...the only car I know the exact labelling of. The others in here I'm glad I can name the brand. Dad said I was supposed to get it after I graduated college. Well, you probably know how much my parents love me at the moment, so that went down the toilet hole."

"That's your car?!" Vince was still examining every detail of it. "Was." I corrected him and he finally looked up into my face.

"Oh, your dad sounds like a major asshole by the way."

I shrugged and followed him to the next car. "Sadly, I can't pick where I came from. But enough about me. So, which one is your favourite?"

"The Porsche."

I laughed: "Of course, the porsche."

"Hey, you said I can look at them from the inside." "Yes?"

"Which one is your dad's favourite car?"

"The Roll Royce in the right corner over there. Why?" I replied confused at the sudden change of topic. For the first time I realized how close Vince and I were, leaning against the Mercedes. His exciting demeanor was replaced by a smirk. "Maybe we can't slash holes in those pretty tires, but maybe this is just as good." Before I could ask, Vince had grabbed my waist and pulled me against his tanned chest when our lips collided. I had to moan at the sudden impact and the alcohol, which was already running through my system, clouded my mind. Why was it suddenly so hot in here? And gosh, those lips were soft. Before I could properly comprehend everything, my hands got caught in his hair and I pulled him down deepening the kiss. Vince grabbed my thighs and pick me up pushing my back against the vehicle, which squeaked a bit at the impact.

"Vince..." I mumbled with a satisfied sigh as his lips traced a path down my neck. I still couldn't put his words and his actions together, but his mouth was just too good to stop him.

"Let's have some fun in your dad's favourite car." It finally clicked in my brain and I moved my head to make him look up at me. He first thought my sudden move was a way of disagreeing with his idea and he already had his next words formed in his mouth: "Look I know this-" but he stopped midsentence when he saw my smirk.

"Can I suck you off?" I had no clue where my sudden bluntness was coming from, but I loved Vince's physical reaction to it, feeling the small thrust of his hips and a rather bigger problem poking into my ass. "In the car?"

"Gosh, fuck! You can't just straight forward say such words to a man." I shrugged and put a hand under his chin only to kiss him again.

He started carrying me towards the black car when I stopped him: "Wait. Need to get the keys."

Vince let me back down on my feet and I rushed to the cabinet grabbing the right key.

"Someone's really eager.", he laughed as I reached for his hand and pulled him along. In seconds the driver's door was opened and I pushed Vince into the seat, before straddling his legs. "Fuck, this is hot." His hands grabbed my ass cheeks grinding me down onto his hips. I just let my pelvis rock against his while I looked into his eyes with a grin on my lips.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this!"

"Me, or in your dad's car?" Vince asked with a smirk.

"Both." I answered and leaned down to kiss him again. With my right hand I was searching for a certain lever and as I found it the seat slid backwards, leaving enough space in the foot compartment for me to kneel in.

I interrupted the kiss and let my lips trail down his neck to his chest, where I kissed my way down over his navel until I reached the waistband of his shorts.

Kneeling between Vince's legs, I let my hands brush over the inside of his thighs, staying

just inches away from his little problem. I could hear him groan and it sent a tender prickle straight to my core.

Without thinking more about it I untied his shorts and let my hand wonder inside to pull out his hard dick. Fuck he was thick. I thought and swallowed hard before opening my mouth and giving his head a tentative first lick. It was already covered in precume and my lips sucked in his head, while my tongue swirled around it. My right hand was still holding the shaft until I decided to swallow him down to the base. His thickness almost made me gag and I felt tears forming in my eyes, when I suddenly heard a deep moan: "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Yes, just like that! Take it all babe!" And then his hands were in my hair and I let him hold my head in place. God, this was hot. I was trying to breathe through my nose but I couldn't keep the moan from escaping my lips, vibrating around his dick. "Yes, fuck!" His hips began to thrust up and his hands pulled my hair back and forth while he kept fucking my mouth. I could feel saliva escape the corner of my lips, but I didn't care, I was too focused on giving him a good blowjob. I slowly opened my eyes, still letting him fuck me and my gaze moved up to look at him. He had his head back in his neck and his eyes closed in ecstasy, but then he groaned: "Fuck, Y/N...I'm gonna cum!" And his head dropped forward and he looked straight into my eyes. "Gosh, fuck- you're so... hot!"

And then I could suddenly feel my mouth filling with his cum, running down my throat and I almost forgot to swallow. His dick slipped out of my mouth and I licked my lips clean with a grin. "That was fun!" I said, too satisfied about the thought that I gave a blowjob in my dad's car. If he knew. My grin grew bigger and I climbed back onto Vince's lap, who was still trying to catch his breath. "Fuck, you're amazing." He mumbled, still dazed from his orgasm. Then he suddenly wrapped his arms back around me and kissed me hungrily. And all I could do was

claw my fingers into his hair, giving myself into this hot kiss, as cold shivers ran down my spine. My body definitely wasn't done yet and it let Vince know by slowly moving its pelvis down onto his hips.

"Pleasetouch me." I begged against his lips and hid my face in the crack of his neck to muffle my moans, as I desperately wanted to feel some release between my legs. This has turned me on more than I would like to admit. But having Vince almost naked underneath me in one of my parent's cars, felt so exhilarated I couldn't stop moving.

Vince's hands reached under my robe and he tried to pull it off my shoulders.

"You're wearing way too much...", he whispered with a hoarse voice into my ear and I helped him get rid of my it. Then his fingers undid my bikini top in seconds and threw it onto the passenger seat. I moaned into his ear as he grabbed my naked breats, massaging them. My heart was beating so fast and all I could think of was feeling this sweet release while my hips rocked against his, trying to find enough friction. "Let's move this to the backseat, princess. So I can pay you back." He let go of my breats and grabbed my thighs again getting out of the car. I could hear him open a door and then I felt leather under my back as he pushed me into the cushions of the backseat. "Much better. Now, let me get rid of that" he hooked his two index fingers into my panties and pulled them down, "and then I wanna hear you scream, princess."

Before I was even able to react, Vince had disappeared between my legs and a second later his lips were sucking hard at my clit. "Fuck...Vince...fuck!" My head slammed back into the leather cushions and he had to grab my thighs to hold me still. Thousands of elictric shocks were running through my body straight to my core and my hips started rocking aginst his tongue. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This felt so good. My hands rushed to his blonde mop of a hair to hold him in place. I could feel how wet I was getting and Vince just kept sucking my clit when suddenly two fingers entered my core at once. "Oh god! Fuck..." I couldn't hold back my voice any longer as his fingers fucked me relentlessly. "Please...please don't stop..." I was so close and my mind wasn't able to think straight anymore, when out of nowhere a third finger entered me. "Oh fuck Vince!" And then I came so hard, my entire body started shaking. I lost control of it and all I was able to do was ride it out until my muscles gave out. I had no idea how Vince had been able able to breathe, the way I had been fucking his face, but moments later he crawled up from between my legs and I slowly opened my eyes, only to be met with the same enthusiastic grin I had given him after the blowjob.

"You good?"

"Yeah...", I said, still trying to catch my breath.

Suddenly he kissed me again and for a while we were just making out heavenly, my fingers clawed into his back, probably leaving red streams. Until he interrupted the kiss and looked back down at me: "And? Better than slashing holes in those pretty tires?"

I grinned satisfied: "Yes..."

"Anytime, babe." He winked and got up. I followed him and grabbed my bathing suit, putting it back on, followed by my robe. "We should go back to the party." I said blushing. "Not that someone is missing us."

"Afraid what they might think if you show up with me?" He joked but all I could do was blush harder. I couldn't tell him, how right he was. Even though I can't deny that my core is still shaken from that orgasm. Gosh, how many girls he had probably done that with already. I shook my head, before trying to fix my hair.

"No, afraid that your friends might have lit my pool on fire." I said with a grin and locked the car doors.

"Hm, there's even a small possibility..."

"Vince!" I exaggerated a shocked voice and then smiled, playfully punching him into his arm. "That's not funny!"

"A little bit!" He grabbed the keys and walked to the display.

"Do you know exactly how many keys are in there?"

"Don't even think about stealing one!"

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Things were different now Pt. 3 - Happy to Help {Devi and Paxton}

A/n: as usual, I don’t own these characters, but I love them. This continues to follow the timeline I initially wrote so it does not coincide with season 2 at all. Paxton is a 17 year old with feelings, not a 10 year old before puberty… I hate proofreading so if it’s awful, apologies. Umm… so sorry it’s a year late.. and honestly, I kinda hate parts of it, but here we are nonetheless. Hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff, angst, phobias, I think that’s it.

Part one, Part two

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“Hey, baby,” Ben greeted her in a sing-song voice.

“Morning, Ben,” Devi replied as Ben laid a kiss to her cheek, and took the seat next to her.

“Why didn’t you come by for breakfast this morning?” he asked.

Devi felt her eyes grow wide momentarily. She had been going to Ben’s for breakfast before school all last week, telling her mom they were studying. It wasn’t a formal date though, and she hadn’t thought to plan an excuse. “Uh…” she scrambled, feeling the room close in as people filled the desks behind and on her other side. “I’m not feeling well,” she lied. “I overslept.”

She averted her gaze from Ben to dig a pencil out of her backpack from where it sat on the floor to her right. When she tried to unzip her pencil holder though, it got stuck and she flung it, one-handed, onto the floor. As she reached down to grab it, the person sitting next to her reached down to help too, and when she looked up, Paxton was grinning back at her.

“Morning, Vishwakumar. Long time, no see.”

Devi tried to swallow past a large lump in her throat. “Morning, Paxton,” she returned hesitantly, noting his hair was still damp and that it added curl to his hair that usually he used product to tame.

Devi had her first swim lesson with Paxton that morning before school. It’s not that she was hiding it from Ben, her boyfriend. It was just that she didn’t feel ready to tell him about it… so yeah, she was hiding it from him. Not because of Paxton though! She was hiding it because of her.

Not even Devi’s mom knew how afraid she was of being in the water since her paralysis was triggered. Prior to that, she loved swimming. It was the only sport she was at all inclined to and she even considered trying out for team sophomore year until she went crazy and lost her legs.

She tried to move past it. Well, kind of. Her physical therapist thought aquatic therapy may help strengthen and facilitate the functional return of her legs. Instead, it resulted in her screaming and hyperventilating in Dan’s arms as he struggled to get her back to the lift out of the pool. Devi begged Dan not to tell her mom about her newfound fear and promised she would discuss it with Dr. Ryan. Her physical therapist agreed, and Devi never mentioned it to anyone again. Until Paxton.

“You want to swim?” He repeated back, puzzled as they sat on the couch in the garage. “I’ve seen you swim.”

“When?”

“Your freshman year…” he trailed off as realization dawned on him.

Devi didn’t know Paxton had any idea who she was until she propositioned him at the beginning of school this year. He remembered her from the year before? He remembered her before she lost her legs?

“Yeah… I haven’t been able to since…”

“So when you fell in the pool at Gross’s party…?” Paxton filled the silence for her.

“I’m really glad you pulled me out otherwise it would have gotten way more embarrassing,” she admitted.

She saw his jaw clench before his next question, “Why didn’t your friends help you?”

“Um…” she took a deep breath to muster the courage up to tell him, “they don’t know… nobody knows.”

And then he gave her that same deep, calculated look. The look he gave her when they were in his car so many weeks ago. The look he gave her before they kissed. Before he kissed her.

He agreed instantly after that. And things went mildly well that morning. She wasn’t able to get in the water, so instead, she sat next to the edge of the pool and watched Paxton swim for awhile and then they talked.

She was surprised by how patient Paxton had been with her especially since she dragged him out of bed earlier than necessary. He told her it was a process though, and he agreed to help her through it. Her heart felt full when he said that. She probably would have read too far into it in the past, but things were different now.

Devi knew she would have to tell Ben eventually that she was spending so much time with Paxton, but she just didn’t want him to overreact. He knew how much she had pined for Paxton before they started dating, and even though she and Paxton were friends only now, it wouldn’t change the threat he posed in her boyfriend’s mind.

you and PHY seem awfully chummy - Fab

Devi looked over her shoulder at her friends after reading Fabiola’s text message. Both Fab and Eleanor were giving her pretty pointed looks, and Devi just responded with a grimace and raised eyebrows. This whole friends thing sounded so easy with Paxton when they were sitting on his couch in the middle of the night. No one else was around, no one could pass judgment. Things were going to be a little harder in practice.

Fortunately, class was pretty uneventful. Mr. Shapiro started a new unit, they went over the lesson, and they were dismissed. Devi gathered her things quickly and hurried out of the room without waiting for her friends, her boyfriend, or Paxton. Of course, Paxton was her friend, so she didn’t know why she listed him in his own category.

“Hey,” the object of her musings appeared beside her locker.

Devi jumped at the sound of his voice, but managed to somewhat recover. “Hey, what’s good, playa?”

Paxton smirked at her with warm eyes. “Just wanted to check on you now that it’s been a couple hours.”

“Oh! Honestly, I feel good. Watching you actually helps me calm down,” she said before realizing how it sounded. “I mean, not that I just watch you, but I mean, watching you swim… it’s nice to see how you glide through the water… it’s like a white noise machine.”

“Right,” Paxton replied slowly after a beat. “Well you should come by today after school. I have an idea.”

She nodded as he walked away down the hall. Before Devi’s imagination could get the better of her though, her friends replaced Paxton in her line of vision.

“What is going on?” Fabiola asked bluntly.

“Yeah, are you and Paxton hooking up behind Ben’s back?”

“What? Of course not!” Devi was outraged. How could they think she would do that? “Paxton is my friend.”

“Since when?”

“Yeah, last thing we knew, you went there for dinner for his sister and it got hella weird,” Eleanor added. “What gives?”

Devi had not shared the one on one conversations she and Paxton had with her friends. Sure, the initial apology after dinner would probably be okay. Having a drink with Paxton in the garage at 2 o’clock in the morning after catching him in his underwear with an erection? No, there was no good way to relay that encounter.

“Um..” Devi hesitated. She couldn’t tell them the truth now after hiding her fear for so long, and then telling Paxton before telling them. They’d think she was a bad friend. “I’m tutoring him,” she lied. “Yeah, he’s got to get his grades up to meet the minimum for Stanford swimming to offer him a scholarship so I’m helping him.”

“Does Ben know?” Eleanor asked as Devi’s phone pinged in her pocket.

She pulled her phone out and read the message from Paxton, don’t forget to bring your suit ;), and she felt her cheeks heat up. “No,” she told Eleanor absentmindedly. “No, he doesn’t know.”

“Well, are you going to tell him?” Fabiola prodded.

Devi shook herself out of her daze and really heard her friends’ questions. “No, not right now. You guys know he would freak out if he knew Paxton and I were spending time together no matter how platonic. I’ll tell him eventually but everything is still so new, I don’t want to wreck it.”

Her friends’ judgment was evident, but Devi couldn’t let that bother her. Paxton was helping her confront one of her deepest fears, and she didn’t need to feel guilty about that. Instead, she chose to focus on making the most of her time with Paxton and enjoying their friendship while hopefully ridding her of her phobia.

Devi knocked briefly before letting herself into the Hall-Yoshida garage. It was empty and so she dropped her bag and plopped down onto the couch. It was almost funny, Devi thought. Things were so different now. A few months ago, she was terrified entering this space. She’d freaked, cut her leg open and bolted. Even the last time she’d been here, she’d tried to quietly reflect and calm her nerves after having one of her sexual fantasies manifest in the form of actually seeing Paxton Hall-Yoshida in his underwear with a boner. Now, she just comes right in and —

“Make yourself at home,” Paxton’s voice broke her from her thoughts.

She intended to make a sarcastic retort, but was caught off guard by him being in swim trunks already, and not the tight spandex trunks he wore for the swim team. No, these were normal, red and black trunks. They were entirely less revealing, outside of showing off his muscled chest, but they weren’t a uniform. Something about Paxton being voluntarily half naked and not bleeding from the hand had Devi looking at him dumbly from across the room.

“Devi, you good?” He asked cautiously, coming to sit next to her.

Her gaze trailed down from his collarbone to his pecs, to his abs, to his… her eyes grew wide as she realized she was openly ogling him. She snapped her eyes back to his to find him grinning at her.

“Everything okay?” He asked again. She nodded dumbly in response. “Good. Why don’t you go change? I have an idea that may work to start.”

“Okay, I’ll go change in the bathroom and meet you back here?”

“Nah, just come out to the back yard.”

Completely disrobed in the bathroom, Devi had another decision to make. Two suits. She brought two bathing suits with her both that morning and in the afternoon. She hadn’t even bothered to change before class that morning because just entering the aquatic center was enough to bring her near hyperventilation. She couldn’t do that again, and to be fair, if Paxton had a pool, it was news to Devi. And she asked him to help her swim. If that’s what she really wanted, then she needed to trust Paxton and let him help her. That meant she had to choose: black, Speedo one-piece or bubble gum pink bikini?

“Why’d you even bring both, Devi?” She asked her reflection.

She wasn’t sure she was ready to answer that question. She knew things were different now. She was dating Ben, and Paxton was her friend. That was her choice… it was just a much easier choice to make when she and Paxton weren’t speaking to each other. If she was honest, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Paxton since their middle of the night encounter last week. He was right when he said they had come a long way. She had come a long way, becoming more comfortable around him, and seeing him on an equal level versus the Adonis pedestal she placed him on in the past. Then he became real.

Paxton became more than the unattainable sex god that riddled her darkest fantasies. He became someone she could talk with, laugh with, open up to. He became her friend. Her friend that was still a sex god that riddled her darkest fantasies… these were the thoughts that had her leaning toward the far more revealing bikini for their lesson that afternoon.

She had a boyfriend though, a boyfriend she very much liked. Sure, she and Ben were unkind to each other in the past. He had routinely referred to her by a boy’s name, called her unfuckable, and yeah, he started the rumor that she faked her paralysis freshman year. She played her own role in their antagonistic relationship though, and all that was behind them anyway. Ever since his party, Ben had been much nicer to her. Of course, that was including when he tried to kiss her while still dating Shira… but obviously, that was because he had feelings for her that when he was sober, he wasn’t ready to confront yet. He had been there for her like no one else had. He deserved a good girlfriend. That was Devi’s last thought on the subject before donning the black athletic one piece.

The first thing Devi saw when she stepped onto the patio made her heart catch in her throat. A hot tub. It was too big. It was too much. Too much. She couldn’t get in a hot tub. It was already way too hot, Devi thought, feeling the air get thicker around her. Her throat felt constricted and she wondered how anyone was as able to breathe in these conditions. It felt impossible.

“Devi! Are you okay?” She heard Paxton ask faintly.

Her head began shaking back and forth frantically, but she didn’t feel like she was the one controlling it. Instead, it was moving of its own accord, and her voice didn’t sound like her own when she said, “I can’t get in the hot tub.”

Two strong hands grasped her waist and physically turned her so her back was to the offending item. It was then she saw Paxton. His eyes searched hers desperately before a hand came to cradle her face. She immediately felt herself relax into his touch just enough that she could take a breath.

“Hey, you’re okay. I got you,” he cooed. “I know you’re not ready for that, and that’s okay. Just take a deep breath.”

She still felt like she was gulping for air, but her body melted into his as he pulled her in for a hug. They just stood like that until she could regain control of her breathing. When she did, Paxton gently released her and Devi was honestly surprised by how disappointed she was to not be in his arms any longer.

“You good?” He asked cautiously. She nodded sheepishly. “Cool. Let’s get away from this so you can see what I have set up for you.”

She nodded again and let him take her hand to lead her deeper into the backyard. When she saw it, she couldn’t believe the relief that flooded her.

“A slip n slide?” She huffed out.

“A slip n slide!” He dropped her hand to raise his arms victoriously. “I looked up some stuff about phobias and I think it’ll help. It’s called exposure treatment. We’ll start slow and work your way up.”

“You researched phobias?”

“Well, yeah,” he nodded. “And I’ll be here for you the whole time.”

Devi felt herself smile. Paxton really took the time to try to figure out how to help her. No throwing her in the deep end of the pool, but actually holding her hand through this. Being by her side while they figured it out together. She couldn’t believe how lucky she felt to have him in her life at that moment.

It wasn’t a very fancy slip n side, most likely he’d had it in the shed since he and Becca were kids. It was still in good shape though and he’d placed it over a decline at the end that allowed for pooling of water. He had the hose running and ready, but when they stepped up to the start, it became infinitely more intimidating.

As though he could sense her apprehension, Paxton said, “how about I go first, and then you can try?”

She tried to swallow past the lump in her throat in order to respond. When she wasn’t successful, she nodded. Paxton gave her a weak grin, and reached out to squeeze her shoulder. It was probably a measure of reassurance, and it worked for a moment, but the minute his touch was gone, her nerves settled in again.

“Okay, so you want to get a running start so you go faster through the slide,” he told her, taking four to five steps back. “You ready?”

“Ready,” she choked out after a beat of silence.

Paxton took off, and dove smoothly onto the track. Devi felt her anxiety melt away as he slid down the track on his stomach. It was almost like watching his perfect strokes through the water, and something about watching him made her forget her fear. Then he crashed into the small wading pool at the end of the slide, and just like that Devi’s breath was stuck in her throat again, and it felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over her head.

When Paxton stood up, he immediately sought her gaze for eye contact. Just as quickly, he seemed to notice how her panic rose again.

“Devi,” he called down to her. “You can do this, okay? Don’t think about the water, just focus on me.” She could feel how wide her eyes were and her mouth was starting to dry out as it hung open, but Paxton’s encouragement started to wear her down when he said, “Come to me, Devi. I got you.”

She took a steadying breath and barely nodded before stepping a few paces back like Paxton had. Paxton continued to cheer her on and beckon her to his open arms as she fought her body to cooperate with her. Finally, after another deep breath, Devi let out a guttural scream, her war cry, and ran toward the slide. She slid onto her stomach much like Paxton had and did not have the good sense to close her mouth until it was filled with hose water. It got her choked up again and it was difficult to catch her breath, but just as quickly as she started, she was plunged into the wading pool. Before she had a chance to panic-swallow more water, Paxton’s strong arms hauled her to a standing position and she collided with his chest in a tight hug.

“You did it!” He whispered triumphantly. “You did great, I’m so proud of you.”

“I did it,” she breathed, arms clutched tightly around his shoulders as though he would disappear if she let go. “I did it,” she repeated, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Devi and Paxton worked with the slip n slide for three more weeks, and it was amazing how quickly she was improving. Each time, Paxton was there to catch her at the end of the slide, and she grew more confident with each trip.

“So do you have plans this weekend?” Paxton asked, passing her a towel.

“Probably just studying for the history test,” she replied, drying her hair gently.

“With Gross?”

They hadn’t talked about Ben at all during their sessions. She had also skirted the issue of spending so much time with Paxton by telling her boyfriend that she’d been assigned a new student to tutor. She didn’t tell him it was Paxton. Things had been calm the last few weeks despite how crazy the first months of the semester had been. If she was honest, she hadn’t spent much time with or thought much about Ben that week at all. Things were going so well with Paxton and their sessions that she spent most of her time looking forward to the next time she’d be in his backyard in her bathing suit.

“Uh.. I don’t know. Probably him, Fab, and Eleanor, I guess,” she told him. “Or by myself. I don’t really have anything planned.”

“Would you…” he trailed off quietly before finding his voice again. “Would you maybe want to study here… with me?”

Devi felt herself smile. “Sure, I mean, my friends think I’m tutoring you anyway so that would make sense.”

“What?”

She breathed through another smile at how his brow furrowed, but rolled her eyes at herself before answering him. “I had to have a reason for why we’re talking so much more at school… so I told them I was tutoring you.”

Paxton’s head dropped as he huffed out a laugh. “You’re really good at lying, huh?”

“No! I just… get nervous about how people will react to stuff so sometimes it’s just easier to say something else.”

He nodded. “Well, you better tutor me then. ‘Cause if I fail this test, your whole story falls apart,” he said taking a step closer to her.

“Maybe you just don’t listen to me,” she grinned.

He took another step forward, this time into her personal space. “Impossible,” he countered, “have you met you?”

Devi’s smile grew before she realized how close Paxton really was to her. It wasn’t his actual proximity. They’d been closer physically than ever in these recent weeks, but something felt different that time. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and there was electricity in the air. He seemed to feel it too, and shook himself free before taking the towel back from her. That only allowed him to take in the full view of her from top to bottom, forcing Devi to close her eyes so she didn’t feel the full force of his gaze.

She heard Paxton swallow, then clear his throat, and then he took a step back. Devi chose then to meet his gaze, and found the same calculating look she’d now seen a total of three times. He had a depth she hadn’t previously credited him with. Now that she’d seen it, it was hard to ignore.

“Uh.. yeah, I think we could study together.”

Paxton grinned crookedly at her. “Cool,” he licked his lips before changing the subject. “Why don’t you go ahead and change, and then I’ll take you home.”

“That’s okay, I can I walk.” Devi said quickly. “I mean, I’d like to walk. Helps me clear my head.”

“Oh.. okay.”

Devi didn’t feel like she took another breath until she was shut in the bathroom of the Hall-Yoshida residence. Was Paxton really flirting with her? Did he really check her out like she thought he had? She’d been so wrong about so many of their encounters in the past, but… he did kiss her. Paxton Hall Yoshida was her first kiss and it was only a couple months ago. Maybe he really liked her. Maybe they —

A text message on her phone cut off her internal rambling. When she read it, her breath caught in her throat again:

Why are you at Paxton’s?

Fuck. Ben.

How could she forget about Ben? Here she was going down the Paxton rabbit hole again when she had Ben, her actual boyfriend. Things were different now though. She wasn’t sure exactly when they changed, but she knew they had.

She quickly typed out a response and then changed into her dry clothes.

***

“So Paxton is the student you’re tutoring?

“Uh.. yeah, kinda,” Devi told Ben. “Paxton is my friend, but I am helping him study.” It wasn’t technically a lie anymore now that they’d made plans for Saturday.

“Anything else you want to tell me?”

“What are you accusing me of, Ben?”

“Obviously, I’m the only one committed to this relationship. You’re still just drooling over some dick that wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

Devi scoffed, as the wind left her sails. She knew Ben would be hurt, and she expected him to be jealous that she was spending time with Paxton. She didn’t expect him to say Paxton wouldn’t want anything to do with her. She didn’t expect him to imply that she wasn’t good enough for Paxton. Like Ben was doing her some great, big favor by dating her. Once a UN, always a UN, she guessed.

“You know, I came here ready to explain myself, ready to apologize. Maybe you’re right though. Maybe you’re the only one committed to this relationship. God knows, I don’t want to be in a relationship where it’s okay to talk to me like that.”

Ben’s eyes widened, and Devi watched the color drain from his face. “No, Devi, I didn’t mean” —

“You didn’t mean to, not accuse me of cheating on you, but instead, accuse me of so desperately wanting to cheat on you that I would be the lap dog to a different guy?”

Devi really thought Ben deserved an explanation. That was why she went to his house. She realized though, she didn’t owe him anything. Ben had been the constant ignition to Devi’s insecurities. She thought that would stop when they became boyfriend and girlfriend, but no. Instead, he wanted to keep them together by making her feel unwanted by anyone else. She knew better though.

“Devi” —

“You are seriously the textbook ‘nice guy,’ aren’t you?” She air quoted. “Well, I don’t need any of that. I think we’re done here.”

Ben is canceled.

Devi felt oddly satisfied when she sent the text to Fabiola and Eleanor. She thought she would feel guilty after their encounter, but honestly, she felt liberated. Ben had been there for her when no one else was, and he showed that he cared about her. Still, when confronted with the idea that she may want to spend time with someone else, he immediately turned on her. Red flag. Big red flag.

Her friends immediately made plans to have a sleepover at Eleanor’s the following night. They wanted all the details. When Devi happily supplied them, they encouraged her as enthusiastically as she expected.

“Yes, girl,” Eleanor cried, giving her snaps when she told them she wouldn’t let Ben talk to her that way.

“You’re a strong, independent woman, and you don’t need some small little white boy trying to keep you down,” Fabiola bolstered.

“Thanks, guys. That brings me to my next problem though.” And for the first time, she told her friends about when she and Paxton kissed, how her mom had yelled at them the next day and called Paxton stupid, and how he’d left her a voicemail because he’d come to see her while she was in Malibu with her family. They were shocked to say the least.

“So what’s your problem?”

“Wondering exactly how long the pole is that Paxton would touch you with?” Eleanor asked suggestively.

Nope, that is definitely not the issue, Devi thought as she recalled seeing Paxton in his underwear. No, she knew exactly how big a tent that pole could support. The question was, was she misinterpreting their relationship?

“No… I mean, do you think he could like me?”

“Well, he definitely liked you enough to kiss you, but you also chose Ben over him,” Fabiola recapped. “That’s a tough blow.”

“But he wants to spend time with Devi anyway,” Eleanor argued. “I mean, you guys have study sessions almost every afternoon.”

“Right,” Devi trailed off as she considered her encounters with Paxton since she and Ben started dating. How he’d been respectful of her relationship, never once putting Ben down or asking why she had decided to go out with him. She thought about what a good friend he’d been of late with their sessions. She thought about how close she felt to him, and how she wasn’t exaggerating their closeness like she had at the beginning of the school year. She didn’t need to dress up or fabricate the things he said or did to her anymore. Everything was really happening.

“Do you want us to come tomorrow and assess the situation?”

Devi considered Eleanor’s offer, but finally shook her head. “No, I think this is one I have to sort out myself.”

***

“Alright, who coined the term ‘Cold War’ in the British press in October 1954?” Devi asked, looking up at her companion.

“I don’t know… Russia?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, George Orwell. You’re right, my reputation as a nerd and the best tutor in school is on the line.”

“Shut up, this stuff’s hard. We’re not all Devi Vishwakumar,” he bumped her with his elbow.

“You’re smart too though. How did you know all that stuff about Hinduism or phobias?”

“That’s different. That’s interesting stuff.”

Devi felt her cheeks heat up, and chose to stare at her textbook. Would Paxton find those things interesting if they weren’t directly related to her? Was it his way of saying that she was interesting or important to him? She chanced a glance toward him to see him was also very deliberately staring at his book. She briefly wondered why before he looked up sharply and slapped his knee.

“I guess we have a lot to get through then if we’re going to save your rep. Better get to it.”

“Yeah… for sure,” she said slowly before continuing to quiz him.

A couple hours, some poptarts and pizza rolls later, they had significantly improved Paxton’s knowledge of the subject matter. They both were thrilled with his progress.

“Okay, let’s come full circle,” Devi said. “Who coined the term ‘Cold War?��”

“George Orwell… in the British press… in 1954,” he finished sitting back in his chair confidently.

“Yes! Good job, dude. You picked up on this stuff, no problem!” She smiled.

“Well, you’re a good teacher,” he smiled back, leaning forward.

“You’re a good student,” she told him, biting her bottom lip and leaning forward towards him.

Paxton glanced at her lips briefly before licking his own. She thought, this was it. He was going to kiss her. Instead, Paxton blinked, his eyes staying closed a little longer than normal, and sighed before scooting his chair away from the table.

“Uh.. my parents won’t be home from work for a few hours, and Becca is at a friend’s house if you want to hangout some more,” he suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. “We could drag the slip n slide out?”

Devi smiled. “Umm… I think I’m ready for the next challenge.”

“Yeah?” Paxton asked disbelievingly. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I want to try.”

“Alright,” he smiled with a nod. “I’ll get changed and we’ll head out there.”

Once Devi was closed in the bathroom again, she pulled her suit out of her bag. Pink bikini, don’t fail me now.

After a quick change, and plucking any stray hairs, Devi opened the bathroom door to see Paxton waiting on the other side. Her confidence faltered as he took in her appearance. His brow nearly disappeared into his hairline, and she noticed him swallow before exhaling slowly.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, totally okay,” he responded, finally meeting her eye. “I, uh, wanted to walk you out so we could avoid as strong a reaction as last time… We’re in this together, right?”

She nodded, appreciating his support. Together.

It seemed like such a good idea before. Before she was standing in front of a large container filled with water. Water that she would have to submerge herself in.

Already drowning in her own fear, Devi didn’t hear Paxton talking to her until she felt him take her hand.

“Hey, Devi,” he called, waving his other hand in her face. “Can you hear me?”

She blinked longer than usual to clear her head before finding his gaze again. “Yeah, sorry. I was just spiraling.”

“Listen, you don’t have to do this right now. There’s no pressure, okay?”

“I know,” she nodded, licking her lips apprehensively. “I want to do this. You won’t leave me, right?”

He smiled. “We’re in this together, Vishwakumar.”

With that, she carefully made her way up the steps, and stepped into the hot water. Paxton held her hand the whole way. The best part of using the hot tub? The heat further distracted her from her fear that she didn’t even realize Paxton was touching her for a moment. It wasn’t until she was sitting down and should have been relaxing that her anxiety began to spike again.

“Hey, breathe, okay? I’m right here,” Paxton’s hand slipped from hers to wrap around her shoulders.

Without thinking, without meaning to, Devi dropped her head into the crook of Paxton’s neck. Her arms clung to his waist desperately, willing her breathing to level out. She felt Paxton’s other arm come around to encircle her, and it had the very calming effect she assumed he intended. As her breathing returned to a normal pace, Devi found she felt almost sleepy. She felt warm, not because of the water, but inside. It was like her body was humming, like everything was fuzzy. She let out a deep sigh of relief, and felt Paxton shift slightly against her.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. She wondered if he could feel how peaceful things were in that moment. No, he probably just wanted to make sure she hadn’t passed out.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “This helps.”

“Yeah? Like watching me helps?”

“I can’t explain it, and I know it doesn’t make any sense especially because I’m such a disaster when we talk,” she rambled before taking a steadying breath, “but watching you, touching you, calms me down.”

Paxton took a shaky breath, and Devi pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes were closed, cheeks flushed. She loved seeing him like this. Vulnerable, as though she affected him as much as he affected her. This time, she thought, I’ll kiss him.

Before Devi could lean forward, Paxton abruptly put space between them. One hand remained on her shoulder, but his head was hanging his eyes were closed.

“Devi,” he started before letting out a long sigh, “I am trying so hard. I mean, I love spending time with you and I want to be here for you. I want to be a good friend to you, but you’re killing me.”

“What?”

“You have a boyfriend,” he replied emphatically. “I don’t really know why, but you do. And all this,” he gestured between them, “feels a lot like cheating, and I’m not down for it.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” the words came tumbling out, “no, no, no. No, that’s on me. Paxton” —

“Devi, I like you,” he cut her off. “Not in the ‘I want to reinstate our sex agreement’ way, but like, I really like you. I hate studying! But you make it fun. I love the way you spit out that first five thoughts that pop into your head at any given moment. I love that you trust me to tell me your deepest fear that no one else knows, and I love that we’ve been able to work through it together. I don’t know if I can do this anymore though.”

“Sorry I didn’t interrupt, you really seemed like you were on a roll, but,” she paused to take another deep breath, “I don’t… have a boyfriend anymore.”

“What?”

“Things are different now. I broke up with Ben two days ago, and… I really like you too. I never wanted just sex from you. I just never thought we’d be here right now.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

She shook her head, shyly looking down at the water. Her bottom lip found it’s way between her teeth, barely suppressing her smile. She felt his hand slip from her shoulder and snake it’s way around her waist. She looked up as he pulled her body into his so close that their breath mingled.

“Should we make another toast?” She asked nervously.

His forehead pressed against hers as he laughed. When he regained his composure, he looked in her eyes warmly. “Later.”

And for the second time, Paxton Hall-Yoshida’s lips were on hers, and it. was. electric. Somehow, it was even better than the first time. She felt everything else melt away, and it was just the two of them floating through space. Nothing else mattered for that moment. She wasn’t sure when she ended up in his lap, but she wound her arms around his neck all the same before her hands found his curly hair. Under other circumstances, she may have worried that her own hair had become so frizzy that he wouldn’t find her attractive. She realized though, she didn’t have to worry about that. No, as Paxton gripped her hips tighter, she knew very well that he was attracted to her.

This was everything she ever wanted, except it was better. Paxton’s hand came up to cradle her face as his tongue massaged hers in a way that made her spine tingle. Devi was so engrossed in having the greatest moment of her life, she didn’t hear the back door open.

“Wooooo!” Becca hollered as they jumped apart. “Finally!”

“Becca, get out of here!” Paxton yelled, splashing his sister. She laughed, making a comment about being safe as she went back inside.

“So… your sister’s home,” Devi said. They sat awkwardly for a moment before both breaking into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, mood ruined, I guess.”

“Well, I know one thing: this is the happiest I’ve felt in any body of water in a year.”

He huffed out a laugh, eyes finding his lap before meeting her gaze again. “Happy to help.”

<< Part 2

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Don’t Feed The Flames - Bucky Barnes x (f)reader, Natasha x platonic (f) reader

Summary: Bucky has made you angry after a tough mission with the crew, why you ask? Apparently he thinks it’s totally fine to run inside a burning building to help you complete the mission in question. 

Warning: bit of angst, mostly a good time with the team, Bucky fluff shoved in ur welcome

-reader has fire powers btw, I don’t wanna confuse anyone lol

Masterlist

The mission was difficult to say the least, successful in its own right, but tough for everyone involved. All the Avengers were needed for this clusterfuck of a mission, minus Bruce and Thor who are elsewhere in the universe, lucky them.

All the team needed to do was infiltrated one of the last highly armed Hydra bases left in existence, get rid of the artillery and boom, slither right on in. Objective? Snatch valuable intel as to where the other bases are hiding, and surprise surprise, you and Wanda had to take care of some very pissed off experimentees who were unfortunately brainwashed beyond the point of helping them recover.

Ending the night in everyone quickly evacuating the premise with the essentials while you stayed back to blow up the base to nothing more then bricks and ash. Although during this, Bucky stayed back to shoot some freelancers who tried to take you the fuck out, with what would you know it; flame throwers.

Apparently Hydra is greatly lacking in weapons and functioning brain cells, among other things. Granted, you understood Bucky’s concern for your well-being when he ran into the fire. But oh dear lord were you not happy with him one goddamn bit.

Luckily Sam was able to pluck him out before anything fell on your idiot boyfriend while you were producing mass destruction in the giant airplane storage area. In the aftermath, you came out unharmed but covered in smudge marks and burnt off cloves yet again.

Bucky? Well he came away with a pissed off girlfriend and his life to say the least. And let’s just say the long four hour ride back was a tad bit awkward, even if you were too damn exhausted to show your irritation with Bucky. The team sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to be spared of your wrath when the jet landed.

It took approximately ten seconds for your man to shuffle out of your line of sight, using Steve as a shield to hide behind while they walked out. You had been distracted when Natasha asked for something picked up, then suddenly your mind was on Bucky. A moment later you stomped out of the Quinjet in pursuit of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes as he awaited your fury.

“James!” You growl fiercely, “You are the most fucking reckless person I’ve ever fucking met and I’m literally friends with Tony!” You snap while the rest of your teammates go about their business, trying to listen yet smartly staying out of everything.

“I know.” Mutters Bucky like a kicked puppy suffering his mother’s wrath, blue eyes looking at you with regret clearly visible on his handsome face.

“You know! You know!? Then why the fuck would you just run into the flames like that!” You shout while throwing your arms into the air in frustration, “You’re not fire proof Bucky!”

“Y/N...”

“Do you have a goddamn death wish!?” You interrupt, giving him a dumbfounded look as he glances from Steve to the floor then back to you again, trying to find something or someone with enough pity to help him. 

He finds none, “Well....no.” Your brows raise yet again at his short and annoyingly blunt answers to make up for his stupidly daring boldness. 

“Then why-ugh, whatever never mind.” You dismiss with a wave of your hand before quickly turning on your heels to walk for the metal doors into the main part of the facility, while the others keep their distance from your heated state.

“Wait Y/N, come back I’m sorry!” Exclaims Bucky desperately while you continue to ignore your reckless man, “You’re right I shouldn’t have....ugh...come on babe....shit...” Mutters Bucky as he watches you leave him in such a heated state.

“Dude just let her cool off, oh uh well....no pun intended.” Jokes Sam with a shrug as Bucky watches you stomp away in frustration, your body almost sizzling with actual flame.

“I didn’t mean to....well...ugh, shit I guess I kind of did.” Admits Bucky with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as you slam the door shut with a loud thud, “Sometimes I forget fire can’t hurt her. I should have just let her handle the burning building herself instead of going inside when she uh, told me not to.”

Steve walks out of the Quinjet with a bag in hand to greet the two, “Y/N seemed a bit...”

“Pissed off.” Adds Sam with a light chuckle as Bucky frowns at the giant glass window.

“Yeah.” Mutters Steve awkwardly as he side eyes Bucky, “Well ugh, see you guys at dinner, I think Wanda and Vision are getting takeout from somewhere.”

“See ya Steve.”

“Bye.”

Sam and Bucky watch as Steve heads for the metal doors, soon he’s gone and the two are the only Avengers left in the giant parking garage of sorts.

“She’s going to hate me for the rest of the day I know it.” Sadly mutters Bucky, already missing your beautiful face no matter what state your in.

“I wouldn’t say it’s hate.”

“She’s going to be very disappointed in me then.”

“Yeah probably.”

Bucky gives him an offended look, “You’re supposed to say something uplifting or positive.”

“Man don’t look at me for relationship advice. This is Y/N we’re talking about, just give her a couple hours she’ll simmer down.” Inquirers Sam with a friendly pat on the back before he starts walking away for the door, as casually and unbothered as ever.

Bucky keeps silent for a moment while his mind swims with what to do next, suddenly he looks up at his retreating friend, “Hey Sam!” Shouts Bucky just as Sam opens up the door, causing him to stop and give his friend a quizzical look.

“What?!”

“Fuck you!”

Sam immediately snorts, “You brought this upon yourself brother!” And with that he shuts the door leaving Bucky alone and full of regret for putting himself in danger today when you specifically told him you could handle yourself.

Why is caring for someone so hard, wonders Bucky.

——

After taking a greatly needed shower and putting on a fresh new pair of comfortable clothing for the evening, you slipped past your friends rooms and away from where Bucky may be hiding.

Until at last you made it to Natasha’s door without being caught by anyone in the hallway and stopped for a needless conversation. Soon enough you slip into Nat’s room and saunter around for a bit as you wait for her to end her shower.

“Oh shit!” Gasps Natasha as soon as she opens the door and notices you poking around her stuff, “Jesus Y/N how’d you get in here!?”

“I opened the door.”

“I thought I locked it?”

“You did.”

Natasha gives you a puzzled look as you wander over to her nightstand, nonchalantly minding your business while picking up her current novel as she watches you curiously, “So uh, how’s it going?” She asks cautiously, well aware of your irritation with Bucky earlier that day.

Flipping through the pages you answer her honestly, “I’m fine now.”

Natasha nods before turning around to search through her drawers for an outfit, “I figured that much, considering if you were still pissed you’d be throwing fireballs into the cement wall downstairs.” She quips with her usual smirk as you gently close the book and set it back in its rightful place.

“That is.....true.” You agree with a shrug, “I’m just sending a message at this point.”

“Oh really?” Laughs Natasha while slipping on a shirt, “Poor Bucky then.”

“Yeah well he was being an idiot tough guy so....it’s what I’m doing.” You add with a lopsided smug grin, “Serves him right for being reckless with no regard for his physical safety. I love him but at what cost?”

“Someone needs to tell Steve that.” Mutters Natasha as she pulls on some sweatpants.

You chuckle, “What? That someone needs to tell Steve they love him? Not a bad idea.”

“That too.” Points Natasha, “I seriously don’t know how he’s not dead yet.”

Your brows furrow in thought for a moment, “He’s built like a stone sentinel with a will greater then many, he fears nothing.” You deadpan, face stoic and serious.

“Just about.” Laughs Natasha as you begin to cackle right along with her, in the middle of your laughing fit does the door suddenly burst open to reveal...

“Hello ladies.” Chirps Tony with an award winning smile, usual old T-shirt on and hair a bit of a mess though somehow managing to keep his Stark charm.

“I really need to get an automatic lock on that thing.” Mutters Nat to no one in particular.

“What’s up Stark.” You add with an acknowledging tilt of your head, “You here to bother us or tell us something interesting?”

“Everything I say is interesting my dear sparky.” Quips Tony with a brow wiggle.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right, anyways. Foods here.” Chides Tony as he sets a hand on his hip, “Unless you’re both too cool for movie night. More for us then, I’ll have Vision drop off our half eaten tacos.”

“We have tacos?” You ask with an intrigued raise of your brow, just wanting to confirm and make sure he’s not bluffing, you fucking love taco night.

“Yep.”

“How long have they been here?”

“Wanda and Vis just arrived so you’re the first two I found.” Oh, fuck yeah!

Turning your head to a smirking Natasha you smile back before bolting for the door, “Move Stark!” You snap before shoving him to the side and cackling as you and Natasha book it down the hall with Tony trying to keep up in the background. What can you say, Natasha always makes it a competition and its taco night. Sometimes you gotta play dirty.

Soon you and your assassin best friend who you tripped up before reaching the door finally skid into the Avengers giant lounging area. The room is relatively empty with the exception of Wanda and Vision who are seated at the large metal table near the kitchen where all the various paper bags of tacos are seated. And ripe for the taking.

Smelling absolutely delicious all tucked snug in their wrapping and filled with the most divine ingredients, you could just about die of happiness. With a beaming smile upon your face and the surprised expressions from your two friends you belt out loudly, “Tacos FUCK YEAH!” Before racing for the bags and getting tripped by Natasha.

Whipping your head up to watch her snatch a bag you growl half angrily, “You bitch.” While she happily smiles back down at you, taco in hand.

“What are you doing on the floor? Foods here.” She jokes as you quickly walk over to the counter with all the bags.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious now give me that.”

After about ten minutes of eating and shooting the breeze with Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Tony; you’re ears immediately catch the sounds of thundered running down the hallway and other muffled curses from two familiar individuals.

“Fun’s arrived.” Whispers Natasha with a friendly nudge to your arm as it lays on the flat surface of the table while you absentmindedly crumple up a wrapper.

Biting your lip you anticipate the impending commotion, “Fantastic.” And this whole evening could be more enjoyable if your hundred year old boyfriend would have used some common sense.

A second later the door swings open to reveal a panting Sam before Bucky slides in after him, equally as flustered, those two idiots. As they stand there collecting their breaths, Steve casually steps into the room, walking past them and over to the bags of tacos, “Aw sweet, taco night.” He confirms excitedly, hungrily eyeing up a particular bag.

Rolling your eyes, you slouch carelessly into your expensive swivel chair before turning to Wanda who’s seated across from you, “Hey, Red Riding Hood, you’re up.” She turns her attention away from Vision and nods before giving you a sly smirk and using her power to send a balled up piece of taco wrapping straight for your head.

In one calculably swift motion do you incinerate the paper material before its able to reach your face, “Y/N you’re going to set the fire detectors off.” Laughs Tony as he crumbles up a new ball.

“Eh, we could afford a renovation.”

Tony fake scoffs, “Rude.”

“Well Y/N, I thought you did great.” Applauds Wanda with a chuckle as the three other men walk around to the far end where no one is seated, “Alright Tony you next.”

You refrain from making any eye contact with Bucky who steals a few longing glances at your smiling face, instead he follows Sam and Steve to the opposite end and watches as you quickly turn another balled up paper to ash. The sounds of your laughter and the rest of the tables almost enough to drive him insane.

Yet he refrains, Bucky knows he’s essentially in time out, reason for almost getting himself killed today; and you’re not breaking anytime soon, or so he thinks.

Ignoring the three boys hungrily attacking their poor tacos away from the main groups theatrics, Vision suddenly gains your attention, “Well I suppose I should participate with this game or fear feeling left out....uh, what is the objective? Or perhaps the name?”

“They throw wrappers at me and I set them on fire before it hits myself or the ground.” You reply while crumbling up another piece, leaving Vision to process the possible deeper meaning to your brief explanation, though there really isn’t one. It’s just for fun.

“By the way I’ve been able to get her exactly once.” Brags Tony with a shit eating grin, causing you to scoff at that memory. 

“Oh fuck all the way off you flicked water into my face and then threw the paper.”

“And it was very much worth it.” He confirms as you roll your eyes at his cheating from last taco night.

The rest of your friends fill the room with snickers and some louder laughter coming from Sam down at the far end, with a raised brow you snap your head in that direction and stand, “Something funny bird boy?” You quip in a half threatening manner.

Sam’s smirk immediately drops from his face as his expression appears nonchalant, “What nooo. That was Steve.” He mutters before taking another bite out of his taco.

“Y/N that was definitely not me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe it was Bucky.” Jokes Sam as you shift your fiery attention over to a fearful Bucky who quickly shakes his head before smacking Sam on the arm.

“No.” You confirm with a knowing smirk, “He doesn’t have a death wish.”

“Well neither do I please have mercy.” Pleads Sam with hands raised in defeat, “I would like to finish my taco.”

You stare down at them for a brief tension filled moment before casually shrugging, “Yeah alright.” Before sitting back down again.

——

Opening up the trash can you quickly shove down three giant paper bags from dinner with a bit of effort considering how full it is. Natasha and Vision are cleaning up in various areas nearby while Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit in the lounging area discussing if it was necessary that Dobby was killed off in the Deathly Hallows. You know, normal things you discuss with your superpowered friends.

Well Bucky is mostly just listening and stealing glances over to you every couple of minutes, really wishing you would just walk over to him and let him show you how sorry he was with the biggest hug he could possibly muster. Probably never letting you go again, though you wouldn’t mind.

Ignoring your own longing to be cuddled up next to Bucky, you instead fight with the damn trash can to fucking shut its dumb lid already. With one hand forcefully shoving down bags, paper plates, and banana peels you start to think if volunteering for clean up was even worth it.

A blue flame suddenly erupts from your palm and makes a big black hole through the paper bags and plates, your eyes go wide in surprise as you immediately retract your hand from the trash and shut the lid just as quickly.

Taking a single step back you let out a breath before turning your head to find Bucky watching your whole ordeal go down with a drink in hand, guess he must have gotten up to get some juice and stayed for your one on one brawl with the trash can. Rolling your eyes, you wave it off, “Completely under control.” You mutter as he slowly nods.

Well this is awkward.

Shifting your gaze from Bucky to your friends and back to Bucky again, he finally speaks, “Is that why the lid has smoke coming from under it?”

“What?” You wonder in puzzlement before looking back down at the trash can to find smoke indeed rising, “Oh fuck!” Ripping the lid off you’re kindly greeted with a burst of flame and smoke. Well, shit.

“Uh, Y/N?” Asks Bucky with an uncertain chuckle, “You’re positive everything is under control?” Quips your smartass boyfriend.

With more flames rising to an almost alarming level, though not quit yet, you glance at your oblivious friends before racing for the sink, “Yes! Everything is fucking fine!” Wanda skips to the side as you snatch a cup of something from the counter by the sink.

Running back you skid in your tracks and dump the clear liquid onto the flames which causes them to rise even higher and gain the attentions of everyone sitting down and relaxing, “Why is my trash can on fire?” Asks Tony as casually as ever.

“I don’t know maybe it looks better this way?!” You sass before giving the glass a double take, “The hell? What the fuck was in this!” You shout, holding up the glass while fire burns in the trash from behind you.

“Oh that had some Quinjet fuel in it, why do you ask?” Replies Tony, he’s gotta be fucking with you.

Squinting at him in bewilderment, you shake the empty glass in frustration, “Why the fuck would there be a random glass of fuel sitting in a clear unlabeled glass on the fucking sink of all places!”

“What did you think it was?”

“Oh I don’t know!? Water?!” You snap causing the fire to roar even higher at your outburst.

Looking almost like a demon princess standing there with flames rising from behind you, your fists ball up with blue flame, something that you don’t even realize is happening as you give Tony a (what the fuck are you actually stupid) face.

Sensing your obvious irritation and rising anger, Bucky comes to the rescue with a whole bowl full of actual water and promptly dumbs it onto the flames which causes the unless materials to sizzle and whine. Soon the oranges and reds are gone, leaving the contents turned to ash and nothing more then wet soot.

Distinguishing your own flames, you hang your head low, revealing a tired heavy sigh as you mumble, “Shit.” Suddenly you feel admittedly quit drained and annoyed from the events of the day, even if they weren’t all bad.

Your friends keep silent for a moment before Steve quickly stands, “Movie night anyone?” Gaining the attention of everyone in an instant; you bless the blonde for his intuitive ways of helping you out in the smallest of moments. He truly is a great friend.

“Yeah I could watch something.” Adds Sam with a shrug, “I’m thinking Deathly Hallows Part 2.”

“Yeah it’s pretty good I’ll join.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah I’m in.”

Everyone get up and begins walking for the door as you stay standing in your spot near the wet and ash covered metal trash can, everyone exiting for the home theater except for Bucky who’s back is to you while he tells Sam you’ll be there in a minute.

Folding your arms, you suddenly feel like it’s the first time you and Bucky have ever talked one on one with each other, you’re typically a pretty damn confident and fiery person to begin with, it’s just. Being mad at your favorite human in the whole entire world and then embarrassing yourself with accidentally setting the trash can on fire can take its toll.

Also not to mention the mission many hours ago was admittedly hectic and stress inducing and then, Bucky....perhaps a moment to calm down would have been smart if taken earlier. God your life moves to damn fast.

“You are so intense sometimes.”

Breaking out of your self reflective trance, your eyes quickly dart up to see Bucky who’s giving you a soft smile, “If you wanted my attention you could have just asked.”

“Very funny.” You scoff, “I was actually too busy being mad at you.”

“Ah, right.” Nods Bucky as he mirrors your defensive positioning, deciding to cross his arms and make a pouty face like yourself, “So I guess we’ll just stay here and brood then?”

“I’m trying to make a point.” You mutter, you’re not gonna crack, you’re not gonna do it.

“I’m trying to get my girlfriend to watch a movie with me.” Admits Bucky with an affectionate head tilt as you frown, “I know they’re not going to wait for us so....uh....okay let me start over.....I’m sorry for being reckless and almost dying. And I mean it too, with all of my heart. I love you Y/N.”

Although you’d like to throw his dumb reckless ass some sass and strut away leaving him guessing and begging for more, you just can’t find it in you at this point. He looks at you with those big beautiful blue eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you, how could you possibly resist them?

You know with every ounce of your soul that he means every single word, and you also know that he’s missed you since the second you yelled at him and slammed the facility door, leaving him alone and regretting his past decisions that could have potentially ended him then and there.

“Sometimes James, sometimes.” You mutter, shaking your head in disapproval before a small smirk pulls at your lips and in that moment he knows you’re his, “Come here.”

Heeding to your wonderful command that he’s been waiting to hear all day, he swiftly makes the short distance to gather your smaller body into a giant Bucky bear hug, his strong arms wrap protectively around your back as his head falls into the side of your neck as he quickly steals a small kiss.

You pull him in even tighter and fully enjoy the sensation of himself flush against you, metal arm squeezing your rip cage and long dark hair that falls into your eyes; god you love him so much.

Giving you one last little squeeze of affection, Bucky slowly pulls away and presses his head against yours, “I gotta be honest, I have no idea what this movie is about.” Reveals Bucky as he continues to holds you close.

Chuckling you press a kiss to his lips, “I’ll tell you what’s happening. Let’s go before we miss anything else.”

Nodding, he tilts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips one last time before letting you go, so that the two of you can begin walking for the door. Opening up the metal and glass door for you like the gentleman that he is, Bucky quickly jogs over to your side.

“So Sam told me these guys are wizards or something? Like they can teleport and fly I think?” States Bucky in question while walking in step with you.

Looking over at him you smile at how cute he’s being right now, giving him an agreeable nod, “Yeah they can do cool stuff like change form and set things on fire.”

Bucky suddenly starts laughing much to your confusion, “Y/N does that make you a wizard?”

Shoving him to the side you snort as he keeps laughing, “Shut up.” You mutter humorously as he stumbles from your friendly push.

Making quick steps to catch up with you, Bucky pulls you into his side, “Forgive me I didn’t mean it...” Snickers your adorable idiot, “I bet you’d be the best wizard, pointy hat and all.”

Shaking your head you can’t help the smirk that tugs against your better wishes, “I’m gonna set you on fire.” You jokingly threaten him with as he affectionately squeezes your side, causing you to be pressed even closer against him.

“Wizard.” Muses Bucky as he plants a kiss to your cheek as you try and push him away.

“Bucky, shut the fuck up.”

“But, I love you.”

[karlajoyner]

Stamps (Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this one was rather long. I don’t know if I liked it very much but that’s just me being critical of myself. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: kennice1 (Wattpad)

Warnings: None

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My eyes opened slightly to see my boyfriend laying beside me in his suit from the night prior.

We had done it.

We played the Orpheum.

And got rid of Caleb stamps.

Now we were here the very next day in Julie's garage like we'd been the past couple weeks feeling better than ever.

"Good morning beautiful" His raspy voice spoke as he to was barely opening his eyes.

"Good morning Luke" I replied staring up at the ceiling.

The bright sun rays hitting many different points of the studio since it was probably near mid day now.

"Morning? It's afternoon" Another voice in the room spoke making my head whip in their direction.

"Well then good afternoon my dear brother" I grinned sitting up only to see Reggie still passed out on the barkin lounger.

"Has Julie come in today yet?" Luke asked sitting up as well, pulling my body into his.

"Yeah. Said she was gonna go have breakfast and get dressed before coming back for practice. She also said she'll bring us something back"

"Oh to have breakfast. What a privilege we now have" I said stretching out my body.

"I sure did miss pancakes. I hope we have that" Reggie spoke in his morning voice.

"Look who's awake"

"Morning"

"Afternoon" I corrected him standing up.

"Where are you going?" Luke pouted.

"To get dressed for practice too. In case you haven't noticed I need to get out of this thing" I spoke pointing down at the long royal blue dress that sat tightly on my body.

"Or you could just stay in it. Maybe rip it up a bit make it more fitting" Luke suggested pushing the dress up my leg.

"Can you not try to sexualize my little sister in front of me?" Alex spoke.

"Sorry" Luke apologized.

"My boyfriend can sexualize me all he wants" I argued making my way towards the exit.

"Gross"

"I think it's endearing" Reggie said making me giggle.

"I'm gonna go see if Julie has anything I can barrow. And maybe a sewing machine. I think you were onto something there Lukey" I teased the boy watching a smirk take over his face before I walked out.

I giggled deciding to surprise Julie at her front door for the first time as an actual human being again.

Since I couldn't just poof into rooms anymore.

A grin formed on my face as I reached the front porch being careful to avoid any windows up the driveway.

"Look at you y/n. Looking as lovely as you did last night"

An all too familiar voice spoke from behind me before I could press the doorbell.

My heart immediately dropped as I spun around coming face to face with the devil himself.

"Caleb" I whispered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh I just came to pay a little visit.... Tell me how does it feel to be alive again. Oh it must feel great"

"Just leave us alone. We've already defeated you and we're not joining your stupid house band" I bravely spoke watching as he inched closer.

I gulped nervously backing up until my back hit the door behind me and he was only a few feet away.

"That's not very nice of you to say. I've offered you and your boys everything and this is how you repay me. With insults. Nice try trying to be brave sweetheart but we both know your scared out of your mind. Scared that I'll hurt you. Or your little bandmates. Am I wrong?"

"Leave us alone" I repeated attempting to stand my ground

"I can see why Luke's so infatuated with you. Your strong headed like him. Too bad you won't make it home for breakfast"

My eyes widened as he grabbed ahold of my shoulders. My eyes rolling the back of my head.

"I have a fight too" I smirked hearing footsteps coming up the pathway.

My eyes fell upon a face I recognized to be none other than Nick. Julie's crush she'd been telling me about for weeks.

"Oh there's someone here" He said noting my presence.

"Hey, you look familiar. Wait. Aren't you that other girl in Julie's hologram band?" He asked hopefully.

"That's me" I smiled at the boy.

"I'm y/n" I said sticking my hand out for him to shake. He took it smiling back at me.

“I’m Nick”

"So your here to see Julie?" I asked ringing the doorbell for the two of us.

"Uh yeah. I didn't get to see her last night after the show so I thought I'd bring her these" He said showing me the flowers in his hand.

"How sweet. The broken hearted teenager fighting for his girl" I spoke mischievously raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry what?" He asked.

"Julie's told me about you Nick. It seems she's canceled on you a few times now hasn't she?"

"Well yeah but that's just because she was busy"

"Are you sure about that? In all honesty she just doesn't seem that interested if you ask me"

"R-really?" He asked looking down with a frown.

I cheekily bit my lip as the front door opened.

Taking my chance and caught the boy off guard, pulling him in for a passionately rough kiss.

Making sure that he fell into the trance. The flowers in his hand fell to the ground as he held my waist pulling me closer.

"N-Nick? Y/n?!" Julie's voice rang through my ears.

"Oh Julie. I-uh didn't see you there" I panted pulling away.

Slipping a note into Nicks hand before his eyes went from purple swirls back to his normal eyes color.

"J-Julie" he stuttered going to pick up the flowers.

"I-I don't know what happened"

"I think I can explain what's going on here. Nicks just not that into you Jules. Sorry. Anyways don't tell Luke about this. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now would we? See you later" I smirked walking down the front path of the house. Leaving the two dumbfounded.

I made sure I was out of sight before poofing away to the one place I called home. Awaiting for my revenge.

Julie's POV

I stood there in shock as y/n walked away. Leaving Nick and I standing on my front porch.

"Julie I- I can explain. She just- She was here and we started talking. I didn't even know her. I though she was your friend"

"I did too" I mumbled in confusion. What was wrong with her?

"She left me this. It probably her number but I don't want it. Your the only girl I want Julie" He said throwing the paper on the ground.

"I-I don't know what to say Nick. I um- can we talk about this later?"

"Of course. Take all the time you need"

"I will"

"These are for you by the way" He said sticking his hand out holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Thanks" I muttered watching as he too walked down the same path out the front gate. I picked up the paper Nick dropped. Confusion coursing through me. Until I opened the paper.

She's home at last. But alone. Don't make this any harder and come join my house band or else....

~Your friend at the HGC

I read to myself. Everything making sense now. I had to show the boys.

Y/n's POV

I glared at Caleb who sat across from me. Specifically at the same table we were seated at the very first night we entered this dump.

"They're not gonna come" I stated crossing my arms.

"Really? You think so?"

"They're not that stupid"

"Y/n you underestimate your bandmates. Your Luke's girlfriend, Alex's sister, and Reggies bestfriend. Of course they're coming for you. And when they do they'll be gifted with a new stamp. Just like you" He grinned at me making me scoff.

As if on cue someone flashed into the middle of the room making me audibly groan in frustration.

"Seriously?!" I shouted.

"Told you" Caleb spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Boys welcome home"

"This isn't our home. We came for my sister and we're leaving" Alex spoke up.

"That doesn't seem to be on my schedule for the day. Why don't I have Dante help get you boys settled into your new rooms?"

"Y/n let's go"

"She's not going anywhere. She can't yet"

"Why not?"

"Show them" Caleb said as I glared dagger through him.

"Oh now you don't want to speak. Don't be rude y/n show them what I've gifted you" Caleb encouraged me again.

I simply kept quiet with my arms still crossed.

"Fine then I'll show them" I let out a scream as my arms separated from each other turning until my wrist was finally viable to the three boys in front of me.

"What did you do?" Reggie asked as they inspected the golden stamp on my wrist.

"This my dear pal Reginald is a new stamp and once activated will send shocks through y/n here once again. Only this time it'll hurt just about three times as bad. That is until you agree to become apart of my house-band. Or you could just leave her here on her own it's your choice really" Caleb spoke tapping my wrist.

My eyes widened as the stamp began to float in the air before placing itself back on my wrist.

Suddenly an excruciating pain coursed through my body immediately making me drop to my knees.

"You have until tonight's show to make up your mind" He spoke before flashing out leaving us alone in the empty ballroom. Immediately I was engulfed by a pair of strong arms as the pain tingled on my wrist.

"Y/n! Baby are you okay?" Luke asked wiping away the stray tears that had escaped my eyes

"What happened? How'd Caleb get to you?"

"It was in front of Julie's house this morning. I went to ring the doorbell. I didn't even get to do it before Caleb showed up, possessed my body, made me kiss Nick in front of Julie, and then brought me here"

"He made you do what?!" Luke shouted.

"Uh- did she not mention that?" I asked sheepishly.

"She did not"

"All she said was that you were acting really weird and that you left this note" Alex said pulling out a folded up letter from his back pocket.

"Then forget, I said it" I quickly spoke attempting to move the conversation along.

"We'll talk about his later. We need to figure out how to get this stamp off your wrist" Luke said inspecting it closely.

We sat in Julie's garage trying to come up with an idea on how to get the stamp off which wasn't going so well since it still was sending electric shocks directly through my body.

I groaned in pain as another jolt course me evidently leaving me weaker as the time passed. It was getting dark out and we were running out of time.

"Guys it's almost 8:30. The show starts at 9:00" Julie said showing us her phone screen.

"We've got to figure out how to get this thing off" Luke shouted in frustration at the rest of the band.

The three of them expressing concern on their faces.

"Okay we have to think. What happened last night? What did we do to make your stamps disappear" Julie asked as Luke helped me sit up.

"Easy. Julie said she loved us. We said it back then we hugged"

"That's it! Julie said she loved us. She connected with us and we did with her"

"So your saying Julie has to say it again and hug y/n?" Reggie asked.

"We could try it" Julie suggested walking over to me.

I nodded standing up immediately falling back down as I was zapped once more. The stamp on my wrist tingling afterwards.

"Baby are you okay?" Luke whispered holding me in his arms.

"I-I'm fine. Let's just get this over with" I spoke standing up once more.

I looked at the girl in front of me seeing her eyes filled with hope.

"I love you" She spoke softly pulling me in for a hug.

"I love you you too Jules" I whispered in her ear. We pulled back seeing the stamp flatly sitting upon my skin.

"It- it didn't work"

"Do it again" Luke demanded.

"It's not gonna work Luke"

"It has to. Do it again" He ordered. I shook my head no looking at the girl in front of me. Her eyes beginning to tear up.

"It's okay Julie. I'll be okay" I whispered wiping away the single tear that left her eyes.

"Don't worry about me"

"How could I not? I can't lose you a second time y/n. Your like my big sister and I really do love you"

"I love you too. But I guess it only worked the one time" I said before another shock hit me.

"We could always figure out your unfinished business" Reggie suggested as I regained my posture.

"We don't have time"

"I have to get the Hollywood ghost club before that show or I'll become thin air"

"I'm coming with you" Luke said standing up.

"No your not. You are staying here. With Julie. Where your safe"

"Julie's not my girlfriend you are. So I'm going with you whether you like it or not. I'm sure Caleb wouldn't mind anyways"

"Luke Patterson you are not going anywhere"

"He's not but I am" Alex spoke.

"I am too"

"Not you guys too" I groaned looking at Julie for help.

"Do you understand what'll happen if you guys come back with me? Calebs going to brand you for life"

"So what?”

"So everything we've accomplished up to now would've been for nothing"

"It's going to be nothing if your not here with us" Reggie spoke.

"Julie a little help here"

"You guys need to go with her" The girl said letting out a breath.

"No Jules. You need them here with you. It's not Julie and the Phantoms without the Phantoms"

"Forget about the band right now y/n. You need them with you. You can't live whatever life you have left without your friends, your family, and your true love" I sighed looking at the girl who smiled softly at me.

"You guys brought music back into my life and for that I'll be forever grateful. And with Flynn I'll get through this. But I will never forgive myself if I separate you from your boys" She said making my eyes water.

"Our boys" I corrected her pulling her in for a tight hug.

I sighed in content as the rest of the boys joined our hug one last time.

"I love you guys"

"We love you too"

And that's when I felt it.

The feeling from last night. I was no longer week. The tingling had stopped.

"Your shining!" Julie gasped pulling away first.

Smiles formed on everyone's faces as the stamp arose form my wrist dispersing into thin air.

"W-we did it!" We did it!" Alex shouted jumping up and down excitedly.

"It makes sense now. I didn't just hug one of you. I hugged all of you!"

"I guess love really does conquer all" Luke stated pulling me into his arms, making sure to leave space so I could still look up at him.

"We did it baby"

"We did it" I confirmed pulling him in for a loving passionate kiss with everyone cheering in the background.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

Sunset Curve x Reader

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[writing-imagines]

Jackson’s Favorite Trader // An Ellie Williams imagine

Request: Since you said you wanted more ellie requests I thought I send one in so how about a Reader x ellie where R is like the one every girl likes and they're really cool and confident and ellie is just head over heels for them it's cute and fluffy

Warnings: none, just fluff and some angst if you squint hard enough

Saying you were tired was an understatement. Your eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each, taking a single step felt like running a marathon, and your shoulders felt like they had the literal weight of the world on them. Even though you were exhausted you still put on a happy face for everyone.

The trading trip hadn’t gone as planned, resulting in you coming back nearly empty handed and fully experienced in being caught in a life or death situation. The freezing cold temperatures and seemingly endless amount of snowfall didn’t help either. You replayed the trip in your head, wondering what Tommy and Maria would say about the lack of supplies.

“Y/n is back!” A high pitched voice called out the second you walked out of the stables, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up from the snow covered ground to see a small group of children sprinting towards you. You instantly smiled when you saw the kids running towards you, knowing exactly what they wanted.

“Did you get us any candy?” A little redhead girl asked while excitedly jumping up and down.

“Yeah, did you get us any candy, y/n?” A smaller boy with green eyes asked while tugging on your jacket.

“What about crayons?” A little blonde girl asked and tugged at your jeans.

“No candy or crayons, kiddos. But I did manage to get you these.” You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out three small wooden race cars. The kid’s eyes all widened as you held the cars out for them to take. They each grabbed one and smiled as if they had just received a puppy.

“Thanks, y/n! You’re the best!” The little boy threw his arms around your legs before quickly running back towards town. The little girls also gave you a quick ‘thanks’ before following the little boy. You felt a warm feeling form in your chest as you watched them run away. There was something about seeing people smile in the terrible world that made you happy.

You continued your journey to Main Street, practically following the kid’s footprints. As you rounded the corner of the tailor’s shop, an oh so familiar voice called out for you.

“Y/n!” You quickly turned your head towards the sound of the voice to see Jesse making a beeline towards you. His smile was bigger than all of the kid’s smiles combined.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to come back to Jackson. The whole town thought you abandoned us for Rockwell.” Your best friend pulled you into a hug and lifted you off the ground for a moment. You would never admit it, since it would only grow Jesse’s ego, but you actually really missed him.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I would have been back sooner, but things went a little haywire once I crossed the river outside Charlottesville.” You pulled away from the hug and immediately noticed Jesse’s furrowed eyebrows.

“What happened?” You looked away from your friend’s eyes and nervously bit your lip. You really didn’t want to relive that part of the trip, but you knew Jesse would pry if you didn’t.

“A horde came through and I had to hide in an abandoned hunter’s cabin until it passed. It took two days I think.” Jesse’s face fell before he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that alone, y/n. I should have gone with you.” Your best friend dropped his head, obviously frustrated that he didn’t go with you on the trip. Not wanting him to feel bad, you placed a supportive hand on Jesse’s shoulder.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I came back in one piece, didn’t I?” Jesse raised his head, his sad expression was replaced with a slight smile.

“Yeah, you did.” You allowed your hand to drop back to your side as Jesse’s smile grew a little more.

“Then there’s nothing to feel bad about, Jesse. If anything, discovering the horde is a good thing. I’ll tell Tommy about it and he can warn the patrols to stay away from that part of the river.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But I’m definitely tagging along next time, okay?”

“We’ll see about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find Tommy.”

“No, I’ll find Tommy and tell him. It’s the least I can do.” You opened your mouth to protest, but allowed your lips to press together again. Normally you would protest and insist on telling Tommy yourself, but you were growing more exhausted by the minute.

“Okay. Remember, it traveled-”

“On the other side of the river outside Charlotteville. I got it, y/n. Now, go home and get some sleep.” Jesse playfully slapped your shoulder, effectively bringing smiles to both your faces.

“Thanks, Jesse. I appreciate it.” You waved goodbye to your friend and spun around on her heels to continue the journey home.

You only made it a few steps down the Main Street before people started noticing your return home. Constant strings of “Y/n is back!”, “look who it is!”, and “welcome home!” rang out as you made your way home. Of course, you gave every passer by a smile and wave to let them know you appreciated their warm welcome home.

By the time you reached your shared home, technically garage, you were running on fumes, your whole body feeling ready to give out. The moment you stepped through the door you took your coat off and kicked your boots off, fully prepared to climb into bed.

“You’re back.” An almost shocked voice said from the other side of the room. Your head shot up from your feet to see your girlfriend standing in the kitchen area, fully dressed in her usual patrol clothes. The sight brought a smile to your face.

“Yeah, I am.” You barely got the words out before Ellie strutted to you and threw her arms around your shoulders.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, y/n. I thought something bad happened.” Ellie pulled away just enough to cup your face, her thumbs running over your cheek bones.

“I’m sorry. I got caught up with...some stuff.” Ellie’s face fell at your words. She knew whenever you were “caught up” with something it wasn’t good.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. I was really fucking worried.”

“I know and I’m sorry, babe.” You tightened your hold around her waist, effectively pulling Ellie flush against you. You two stood in silence for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of being back in each other’s arms. The peaceful silence was inevitably broken by a deep yawn that slipped out of you.

“Someone sounds tired.” Ellie said with a small laugh. She pulled away, making you instantly miss her touch and warmth.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired though. I did only travel from one side of the county to the other and back. No biggie.” You shrugged your shoulders and watched as your girlfriend rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, smart ass. Go change and lay down.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

You quickly placed a soft kiss on your girlfriend’s cheek before making your way over to the dresser. With little care, you picked out a fresh pair of clothes and quickly discarded your cold wet ones. As you changed you looked over your shoulder, wondering if Ellie was watching you. Usually after you returned from a long trade, Ellie would watch you like a hawk. Sure enough, she was watching you, but from the comfort of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you slipped an oversized shirt over your head. Ellie watched contently as you slid on an old pair of sweatpants.

“Waiting for you to get in bed, duh.”

“Don’t you have patrol this morning?” You asked before climbing into bed and facing your girlfriend.

“I do, but I can be late.” Ellie draped an arm over your side and pulled you closer to her. You raised your eyebrows with a questioning look.

“Can you now?”

“I think Maria will understand this time.”

“If you say so. Just don’t blame me when she lectures you about responsibility.” You chuckled as your eyes threatened to flutter shut.

“I won’t. Now, get some sleep.”

You didn’t respond, instead you nuzzled your face in Ellie’s neck. Before you fell into a very much needed deep sleep, you felt Ellie hold you a little tighter and place a soft kiss on your head.

“I love you.” She whispered, unintentionally keeping you awake for a few moments.

“Love you too, El.” You mumbled before finally succumbing to exhaustion. While you slept peacefully all Ellie could think about was how relieved she was that you were finally home, in the safety of her arms.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

Vanilla Kisses.

A/N: A golden request for an underrated daddy 

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Reader

Warnings: it is Sinful Saturday, so smutty Bish with his future baby mommy 

Request: Prompt #23: “God dammit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” 

Summary: There is nothing half ass about Bishop Losa. When you share that you wouldn’t mind starting a family, your husband takes the matter very seriously. If that means a quickie during a family dinner before a club run he’s game. 

Words: 2.4K 

"Wanna taste?"

The teasing nature of your voice causes the corners of your husband’s lips to turn up.

Bishop slides the backdoor shut, muffling the laughter from the gathering outside. Instead of speaking, he lifts his beer to his lips and takes a sip. He allows himself to give you a once over. In the chaos of the afternoon the two of you haven’t had much of a chance to speak. The last time he was close enough to say “hi” you were shoving a bag of patties and steaks into his hand before following Letty to the car for the rest of the groceries.

Sundays are for family dinner. You and Bishop host the boys of the MC for dinner in your home. With the California sun in full blaze, Bishop manned the grille while you kept everyone entertained.  

He notes that you’re wearing one of his shirts. The button down covers your black bikini top, the fabric tied to rest just above your navel. His eyes admire how your hips fill in the light wash denim cut-offs and the contrast it holds to skin. His tongue passes over his lips as you lean forward to rest your elbows against the marble island giving him a reminder as to why they were his favorite shorts.

"Hmm?"

Tilting your head to the side, you watch as Bishop’s gaze lingers before trailing up to meet yours. Lifting the half-eaten ice cream cone in your hand, you wait until your tongue has captured the dripping vanilla to return your gaze to his. The smile on your lips grows as you watch him swallow another swig of beer, his eyes following the path of your tongue until it disappears behind your lips.

"The ice cream..." You smile innocently. "At least that's what I meant. I just figured you did the way you were...staring."

"I've been looking for you."

"And you found me."

Bishop watches silently for a moment as you refocus on finishing your ice cream. Crossing the room, he places his empty beer bottle on the counter alongside you. He shifts so that he's standing behind you. The warmth of his palms graze the sliver of skin the peeks out as you playfully offer him the ice-cream cone.

As you tilt your head to get a look at him, his fingers gently draw circles along the curve of your hip. His brow rises as your eyes briefly meet his.

"What's the hostess doing hiding out in the kitchen?"

Gently massaging your skin, Bishop smiles as you adjust your posture, guiding your hips back. Pressing against him, you shift your hips teasingly brushing your ass against the bulge pressing against you.

"Trying to enjoy my ice cream in peace." You shrug lightly. "I had to literally fight for it. You know the boys are vultures when it comes to this stuff."

You allow your tongue to capture the vanilla that has dripped onto your fingers. Your tongue follows the trail slowly before capturing the drops that have trickled down the side of your ice cream cone. Your eyes flick up to meet his as you allow your tongue to pass over your lips. The innocent smile you send his way pulls a groan from Bishop’s lips. 

“God dammit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” 

“Too bad,” you sigh. His brown eyes darken as his tongue passes over his lips once you take another lick from your cone. “You shouldn’t have brought your boys over for dinner.”

Bishop lightly pats your hip, smiling as you glance over your shoulder at him. Ducking down he places a kiss against your lips. His touch drifts to your neck keeping your lips pressed against his for a moment longer.

"I know what you're doing," you giggle as you pull away.

"Mmm?" His lips move to your jaw, lingering as his nose brushes against your skin. He places a kiss against your cheek before resting his chin against your shoulder. "And what's that?"

"I'm not sharing my ice cream with you."

"That's okay. I had something much sweeter in mind," he chuckles, his lips moving to your ear. "Figured you could help me find it in the garage...I think we gotta go get the rest of the ice cream since you ate the last of it."

Despite the shaking of your head, the smile on your lips causes Bishop to press another kiss against your cheek.

“I could care less if your club got ice cream.” You sigh nonchalantly. “They eat us out of the house every week. The least I should be able to do is enjoy my ice cream in peace. You go get the ice cream yourself.”

“I think its a two-man job,” he hints.

“Then go get one of your boys to help you,” you giggle as he playfully squeezes your hips. “I’m off the clock.”

"Sure, you weren't just waiting for me?"

Shaking your head, you take another lick of vanilla.

“I was avoiding you.” You laugh lightly, your throat clearing as the warmth of his lips brush against your ear.

Now it’s Bishop’s turn to laugh. He chuckles, the sound vibrating across your neck.

“And why’s that?”

“You keep eye-fucking me in front of our guests,” your words temporarily halt Bishop’s actions.

The corner of his lips flick up into a smile, but his sparkling eyes say it all.

Your eyes roll before he can get out a response.

“And don’t even try and deny it,” you bite back your smile as the warmth of his touch drags along your stomach.

“I can’t help that my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world,” he hums against your neck. Gently sucking against your skin, he chuckles as you shrug away from his lips.

"I didn’t say I fault you for staring," you giggle, your words earning you a smile. “It’s just not the right time.”

“I thought ‘whenever fucking possible’ was the right time,” Bishop teases, his lips leaving an open mouth kiss against your neck.

Taking another lick of your icecream you try your best to ignore the shiver that rolls down your spine. Suppressing the groan rising in your throat, you concentrate on the melting ice cream silently praying it will be enough to cool down your body. The soft tickle of his beard ghosts over the curve of your neck. A warmth passes over your skin as your own words are repeated back to you.

You had used those exact words on him just a week ago. You were in the clubhouse seated across his lap, fingers toying with his hair as Bishop concentrated on his phone. You’d recently programmed his calendar, something he never thought would ever happen, with the dates of your ovulation cycle. None of it made sense to him, but he entertained you as you explained it to him.

“Can’t we just keep having sex like normal?”

“Yeah,” you’d huffed. “But if we have sex between these days we have the best chance of getting pregnant.”

“Every one of those days?” His brows piqued with interest pulling a giggle from you.

“If I say whenever fucking possible will you remember to look at this? Bish, I'm serious-"

“Of course I’ll look at it...I just never thought I’d be scheduling sex with my wife,” he chuckled as your eyes rolled. He placed a kiss against your cheek before mumbling “Just tell me when you’re ready and I’ll come.”

Bishop’s tongue catches the ice cream dripping down your wrist, his lips pressing a kiss against your skin.

"Hey!" You giggle as he shifts your wrist so that he can steal the last of your ice cream.

"I think right now’s a good time,”  he chuckles. His lips are cool as they press against the warmth of your neck.

The cool seems to stand as a stark contrast to your blazing skin. He places a soft kiss along your jaw. By the time he reaches your cheek, you’re tilting your head to bring your lips to his. You shift against him the grunt that escapes his lips causing you to reapply the pressure digging his fingers into your hips.

“What?” Turning in his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck. You meet his dark eyes, your teeth tugging against your bottom lip. “You want me to sneak off with you and have sex with a houseful of guests? Like we're fucking teenagers?”

"The guests are outside,” he responds. “Besides, it’s on the calendar.”

The counter pulls a smile to your lips.

“True, but we can wait until everyone leaves.”

“I have club business later," Bishop reminds you, the both of you releasing a sigh as you remember the conversation about the matter from earlier this morning. “We’re out of town for a few days.”

Your gaze crosses the room as the back door slides open. A smile finds your face as Letty pops her head inside.

"Hey, didn't you store the extra ice cream in the garage?" She quickly nods over her shoulder towards the laughter drifting into the kitchen. "Angel and Coco are fighting over who gets the last of it out here."

You try your best not to ignore Bishop's grin as you nod, your hand finding his chest.

"I was just telling Y/N we should go grab the ice cream from the freezer," he grins as his hands grip your hips pulling you away from the island.

"We'll bring it right out!" You call over your shoulder as Bishop leads you around the island and towards the hall.

You stumble into the garage behind him in a matter of seconds, managing to slam the door shut before your fingers tug against the front of his shirt.

The weight of his body presses you against the door, his fingers digging into the softness of your hips. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tightening in his hair as his touch rolls over your hips before trailing down to grab your ass. His lips and teeth tease a groan from your lips, the desire to kiss him deeper distracting you from the task at hand. You take his face in your hands, training his lips to yours as he hastily rids you of your shorts. The softness of his touch against the warmth of your thighs tugs your teeth against his bottom lip. His fingers drag along your folds the slow circles he presses against you coaxing more wetness from you. He slips his middle and index finger inside of you, the pressure he builds coming quicker than either of you would like, but you welcome it.

"We're gonna have to make this fast," he huffs as you unbuckle his jeans. "They'll be coming looking for that fucking ice cream-"

"Then hurry up."

Lifting his fingers to your mouth, you watch his jaw clench as you take his fingers between your lips. His eyes follow them as they brush against his knuckles taking in the taste of you. Your playful eyes meet his gaze as your tongue roll of his fingers before your lips retreat. Your giggles fill the air as he yanks against your waist, your feet leaving the ground.

The trip to the freezer doesn't come quick enough.

Your mind is swimming, the urge to get him undressed and keep him close at the same time making it difficult to know where to keep your hands. It's up to Bishop to move you to stable ground. Lifting you onto the freezer, he grins as your fingers latch on to his shirt tugging him closer.

Your eyes follow the movements of his hands as he focuses on releasing himself from his jeans. Your tongue drags over your lips as you watch him stroke himself. The lingering of your eyes, and the way your teeth tug at your bottom lip, as you watch his movements cause the corner of his mouth to curl up into a smile. Bishop knew the sight all too well. If he let you give in to the urge to have him in your mouth your time would be blown.

A chuckle passes over Bishop's lips as his hands hook beneath your knees tugging you forward.

“Another time, baby girl,” he chuckles as you pout. “I want those pretty lips wrapped around me when no one else is around.”

“What if I said that’s all I want right now,” you counter, his darkened eyes following the path of your hand as you gently stroke his length.

"You can't always get your way," he chuckles.

His eyes drop down, trained on your hips as he presses into you. Your head falls back, your teeth tugging at your bottom muffling the moan that escapes your lips. His arm secures around your waist as your legs wrap around him. His left-hand drifts to the nape of your neck before gathering your loose curls in his palm. His grip tightens, tugging your head back exposing your neck so that his lips can drag along the length of your neck. He sucks against your skin. The attempt to keep his groans muffled increases the pressure he applies raising a bruise to the surface. His hips move at an agonizingly slow pace, the thrusts of his hips matching the pressure of his thumb against your clit.

Each thrust of his hips push the laughter, coming from just beyond the walls of your garage, further out your mind. Until they're forgotten. The impatient grip in his hair causes Bishop's pace to quicken. His thrusts become deliberate, each upward stroke pushing you closer to the edge. He keeps his pace steady as he uses the unevenness of your breaths as his guide.

Between the pressure of his hips, and the coaxing of his thumb, you're fingers are digging into his back in a matter of a few shorts minutes. A gasp fills the air drowning out his chuckle as your walls tighten around him. Bishop holds your hips tight against him, pushing his hips into yours with slow languid strokes that guide you through your orgasm.

The high begins to ebb away as he presses kisses against your neck and shoulder. His palms rub against the warmth of your thighs. The moment he feels the quivering of your muscles subside, he pulls your hips forward. He chuckles as a squeal escapes your lips, a shiver rushing down your spine as he begins to thrust deeper into you.

The words of endearment he whispers against your skin are lost beneath the gasps filling the air as Bishop's hips quickly snap into yours. The touch of his skin and the warmth of his strokes against your over sensitive walls set tingles across your body. The high that nearly faded just a few seconds before rushes back to the surface. Much quicker this time as his hips move relentlessly against yours. He manages to get off a few more unsteady, sloppy thrusts before you're cuming again and he's following shortly.

Bishop's grip remains tight around you, his lips pressing soft kisses against your lips, his hand gently massaging the base of your spine.

The two of you remain tangled for a few minutes, the kisses you share lingering as your breathing starts to stabilize.

"If that didn't work," he mumbles against the corner of your mouth. "I don't know what will."