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The Younger Kind Part 53 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is surprised by what Maverick has to tell him, and he's not sure how to convey his mixed feelings to you. The urge to keep everything inside is strong, but you catch on right away and shut it down. In the end, he's not sure he has made the right decision.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, pregnancy topics, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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There was something a bit ominous about the way Maverick said, "Rooster. We need to talk." 

Bradley followed him toward the tower immediately, getting more annoyed by the second. This was supposed to be an exciting day. You and Bradley had started telling people you were engaged. It was a shame that Casey was among the first to find out, but Bradley had expected Maverick of all people to remember his plans for the weekend. 

But Bradley didn't say a word until they were inside the tower in private. "She said yes, by the way," he told his godfather blandly. "I proposed after the air show."

Maverick grinned and pulled him in for a tight hug that Bradley barely returned. "That's wonderful. I was just about to ask, but I knew she would say yes." He slapped him on the back before releasing him. "So it's safe to tell Penny now?"

Bradley rolled his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. It's safe. She can't ruin anything at this point."

Then Maverick's smile started to fade, and Bradley remembered exactly why he had followed him here to begin with. "We really do need to talk, Bradley, and I'm not sure you're going to want to hear this right now."

Bradley braced his hand on the wall next to him and asked, "Are you deploying me?"

"Not exactly," he replied as if he was trying to choose his words very carefully. 

But Bradley was so used to being spoiled right now, he didn't have the patience for this. He had you and Noah and now a baby and a wedding, too. "Just spit it out, Mav. Please."

He glanced around and cleared his throat, and Bradley's nerves just got worse when he finally spoke. "Your name came up behind closed doors. The admirals have you listed as a top selection for a training mission."

"What kind of training?" Bradley asked, wishing he would just get on with it.

Maverick's voice dropped lower as he said, "Sixth-generation fighters. Nothing that's available in the U.S. You'd be one of the first to fly them for tactical testing."

"You're joking," Bradley rasped, his body frozen as Maverick shook his head. 

"It's no joke. It's also optional. Not your traditional deployment. Nobody is going to force you to go this time. I can't supply you with many more details unless you give your verbal and written agreement to participate, but I can say that this would go a long way toward career advancement."

"Shit." 

You were pregnant. This was not the best time to leave for optional training. But six-generation technology was something he might never get to experience during his career unless he partook in this. It would be years, maybe even a decade, before Naval aviators were flying these jets off of carriers for real missions. He knew exactly what this meant. He could be among the very first to take them up in the air, and his flight details could help shape the way these jets were eventually distributed to the United States and used by the military. "Jesus, Mav."

He nodded in response. "I know the timing isn't ideal for you and your family, but it's something you should seriously consider. Go home and talk to your fiancée about it, and if you decide you want to be included in the meeting on Thursday, let me know."

"Right," Bradley muttered. "Am I dismissed?"

"Yeah. Head home. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bradley should have gone directly home and waited for you and Noah to arrive, but instead he took his time in the locker room. He tried to imagine what it would be like to leave you for a few weeks or months while you were pregnant, but it made him feel too uncomfortable. He could turn the opportunity down without even mentioning it to you. That actually sounded like a pretty good plan. 

While he showered and got changed, he felt guilty in a different way. He didn't want to hide this from you even though all he wanted to do was protect you. And part of him really wanted to fly these prototype jets. If he did, he could leave a lasting impression on the future of Naval aviation even after he was done spending time in the cockpit.

"Fuck," he muttered as he packed all of his things up for the day and headed outside to his Bronco. It was actually pretty late now, and there was no doubt you were at home with Noah, probably making dinner. But Bradley took a detour to the coffee shop first, and then he stood there like an idiot for a few seconds, because he wasn't sure if you were still supposed to have caffeine or not. 

He ended up ordering the decaf version of your favorite drink. Then he asked the barista to borrow a sharpie, and he wrote something new on the cup this time. He stuffed a few dollars into the tip jar and headed home, still completely undecided about what he wanted to do.

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Noah was his usual adorable self, and you wanted to be having a good day, but you were exhausted from work and Casey. Dinner was in the oven, and you were taking the time to carefully cut apples into peanut butter snails for Noah to have as his dessert, but Bradley wasn't even home yet. 

You were looking forward to getting changed out of your wrinkled scrubs and taking a long shower, which would be much easier to do if he were here. Everything was easier with him around. You started planning a trip to Disneyland on your phone while dinner cooked, but you wanted to run it past him before you booked anything. You smiled softly, knowing Bradley would tell you to put it on your princess card before thanking you for planning the next family vacation. But you had your first doctor's appointment coming up and thought it was better to go to Disneyland after that. But October was looking promising.

When you heard the front door open, and Skittles scampered into the living room, you felt your body sag against the counter in relief. "Daddy's home," you told Noah, and he pushed his new dinosaur coloring book aside and followed after Skittles. You brought up the rear, but that just meant that you'd get the longest hug from Bradley when it was your turn. 

"Come here, Mrs. Bradshaw," he rasped after he set Noah and Skittles down, and you were tucked in his embrace with your nose buried against him immediately. It was obvious that he was tired and hungry, but he didn't rush anything. He just held you like his life depended on it. Soft kisses teased along your forehead and temple as he whispered, "I brought you some coffee."

Then you noticed the cup he had set down on the TV stand, and you rubbed your cheek against his chest as you read it. "That's adorable, Daddy." He had scrawled Princess +1 on the cup this time, and it made your face feel warm. "But I think I need to cut back on my caffeine consumption."

"It's decaf, Princess" he whispered, his lips and mustache brushing the shell of your ear. 

The soft moan that left your lips had him chuckling as you said, "The baby and I thank you." Then you ditched his arms in favor of the coffee cup. When the kitchen timer went off, you kept your eyes on Bradley as you walked backwards away from him. "After Noah goes to bed, I want to talk about something important. It rhymes with Tisneyland. I thought we could go next month. After I talk to my doctor, of course."

He winced for a split second, but it would have been impossible to miss. Okay. You thought he made it clear he wanted to go on another family trip. Maybe he changed his mind. "Shit," he whispered, swallowing hard. "We can... we can go. No problem. Whenever you want."

The timer was still buzzing, otherwise you would have pressed the issue. Without another word you turned toward the kitchen and grabbed the oven mitts so you could get dinner on the table. But Bradley was acting strange. He even seemed more subdued with Noah which had you worried. 

"What happened at work?" you asked, sliding a plate of dinner in front of him. 

He shrugged. "Just a regular day. But I did tell Nat we're engaged." At least he smiled when he said that, and then he reached for you, looking up at you as you stood next to him. "Hey, I can't wait to go to Tisneyland with you."

You couldn't help but laugh, but you said, "We don't have to go in October. We can go next year or never. I just thought it was something you wanted to do."

"Book it," he said, squeezing your hip before dropping his hand. "I'll request a day off as soon as you book it after your appointment. We can take a long weekend."

Something was wrong, and you couldn't place it. But his eyes were clouded with doubt and your stomach soured so much, you could barely eat your own dinner. This didn't feel like the sweet man who agreed to go to daycare drop off with you this morning simply because you didn't want to go alone. When you offered to get Noah ready for bed, he agreed without really paying any attention to your words. 

"Come here, Sweet Noah," you whispered after Bradley kissed him goodnight, clearly distracted. You got him into his pajamas and got his teeth brushed, and like usual, he was yawning before his head even hit the pillow. You started to read him the book about farm animals that you picked out a few months ago with Bradley, and even though he was sound asleep by page two, you finished reading it just to have a few extra minutes with him. 

Eventually you found Bradley sitting on the couch with Skittles on his lap. When you leaned against the doorway, he held his hand out to coax you forward. "You didn't tell me about your day," he said softly. 

"I tried to during dinner, but it's like you weren't even there," you bit back, not moving an inch. "What's wrong? You change your mind about getting married?" you asked, holding up your left hand and spinning the ring loose with your fingers. "Or about the baby?"

Now he was up off the couch in an instant, Skittles looking rather alarmed by his sudden movement. "Hey," Bradley snarled, pulling you against him with his left hand and using his right fingers to push your ring back into place. "Don't say that. It's never going to happen."

"Then what's wrong?" you asked, giving him no room to continue to be vague and weird with you. "Just tell me."

"You gonna keep that ring on?" he asked, and you saw a flash of everything you loved so much about him in his eyes.

You pressed up onto your toes and kissed him. "Yes," you whispered before kissing him again and again. "I'll keep it on. Just tell me what's wrong."

He pulled you toward the couch, and after he sat, you straddled his lap while Skittles curled up on the cushion next to you. "Nothing's wrong," he whispered, his big hands sliding down your hips to your thighs, stroking you through the thin fabric of your pants. He was staring at your name where it was embroidered on your scrub shirt instead of meeting your eyes. "Earlier today, Maverick told me about something... interesting."

"Go on," you whispered, raking your fingers through his soft hair. "I already know something's bothering you, so just say it, Daddy."

He nodded slightly and kissed your forearm before he finally met your gaze. "It sounds like there's a brand new fleet of aircrafts with technology updates that have never been flown by American pilots before. I'm on a short list of aviators who have been invited to train on these jets overseas, most likely in the hopes that the Navy will adopt these planes in the future."

You nibbled on your lip and considered his words. "So, it's kind of like a deployment?" you asked, still dragging your fingers through his hair as you scooted a little closer. 

"Sort of," he said softly. "But it's optional. And I'm going to tell Mav I don't want to go. I'll be here, okay? We can go to Disneyland next month."

You studied his handsome face, and while he looked more relaxed now that he told you what Maverick said, you knew that wasn't the end of it. You pieced it together in your mind and leaned the rest of the way to his lips. He accepted your kiss as he rubbed his hands slowly along your thighs. You hummed and let your forehead rest against his. 

Your voice was calm as you asked, "But you do want to go, don't you?"

He remained quiet, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you so your body was flush against his and your cheek was resting on his shoulder. You relaxed against the steady rise and fall of his chest and the soothing beating of his heart. 

When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelly and deep, and it made you shiver. "The last thing I want is to be away from you and Noah and the baby. I don't want you under the impression that those thoughts are on my mind, okay? That's not what this is."

"I believe you, Bradley," you whispered against his neck. "But this sounds like a big deal. You made the list? Over so many other people? They chose you to try something brand new?"

His voice was a little more forceful as he said, "I do not want to leave you alone right now. It wouldn't be fair."

You kissed your way up his neck until your lips found his earlobe, and you kissed him there, too. You inhaled the smell of his shampoo as you said, "I love you, and I want to support you as much as you support me. If you want to do this, then I think you should."

There was no denying that you felt safer and more loved when you were with Bradley than you ever had before. But this was his career, and it sounded like he had a chance to be part of something huge. 

"You're right, Baby. I do want to go."

You nodded as he held you. "Do you have any other details?"

"No. There's a meeting on Thursday that I can sit in on if I let Mav know I'm interested, but I doubt I'll get a ton of information short of a departure date and maybe a location unless I sign on for this thing."

You kissed his cheek and pulled away so you could look at his face. "Next time, just tell me what's on your mind instead of trying to make an important decision without me."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching for your left hand and kissing your palm and the spot where the band of your engagement ring wrapped around your finger. "But next time, don't even pretend like you're taking this thing off."

"I won't."

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Somehow Bradley made it all the way to the meeting on Thursday, his curiosity piqued. When he found out where the meeting was being held, he was even more surprised. 

"Come to Admiral Simpson's office promptly at one o'clock," Maverick told him, and Bradley silently thanked you for clearing things up with Cyclone the way you had. There was no way his name would have made it onto any list if you didn't send the man a glass of bourbon at Warlock's retirement party. 

"I'll be there," he promised. And if he was surprised by the location, he was even more surprised when he showed up to find Cyclone and Maverick waiting for him and him alone. 

"Sir?" Bradley asked, standing until he was given permission to sit. He knew better than to ask a single question about the training before he had some information to work with, but his brain was swirling nonstop. You and he stayed up last night making a list of things he needed to know before making a decision. For example, Bradley desperately wanted to fly these sixth-gen fighters, but he wasn't willing to be gone for months on end. Hell, you still hadn't seen your doctor yet. That appointment wasn't happening until Monday.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," Cyclone said, pushing a folder toward Bradley as he sat down behind his desk. "We chose you for this training protocol. Only you. If you are unwilling, then we will regroup and try to select someone else. However, time is tight and details are going to be scarce unless you agree to participate. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sir," he replied, and then Cyclone tapped his fingers on the folder before releasing it to Bradley. 

Maverick was standing near the window, and Bradley got the feeling that his godfather was proud of him. He still wasn't sure why he was the only one here, but as he opened the folder and skimmed the pages, many of his immediate questions were answered.

As soon as he saw it, he shook his head. "You want me to fly to Japan on Monday morning? Because if that's a hard set date, then my immediate answer is no." 

He closed the folder and started to hand it back to Cyclone who was sharing a look with Maverick. "And if we could push it to Tuesday?" he asked without taking the folder.

"I'm listening," Bradley replied, honestly wondering what he had that the other pilots didn't.

Maverick stepped away from the window. "Bradl- Lieutenant Bradshaw," he corrected right away. Bradley realized it was hard for both of them to separate their professional relationship from the personal one they shared, especially when they did things like take family vacations together. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You were chosen for your skill set and the way you prioritize communication. We don't want to have to select someone else, especially when we believe you'd be the best pilot available."

Cyclone cleared his throat and added, "Consider Tuesday morning your new departure time. Do you have an answer?"

Bradley blinked at him a few times, glanced down at the information in the folder, and then looked up again. "You need me to give you an answer right now? Sir?"

He nodded once and folded his hands. "Before you leave my office."

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You were too tired to do anything after work except pick Noah up from preschool. Seriously, if Casey even tried to talk to you, it was going to be her funeral. But for once, luck was on your side, because she wasn't even there. You signed Noah out without incident and headed home to talk about this special training mission.  

Bradley must have learned his lesson from earlier this week. You couldn't believe he was about to make a decision without you like that, just to try to save you the stress. You could handle it. After your appointment on Monday, you could handle anything that came your way. 

When he got home shortly after you did, he told you immediately that he needed to talk to you. He kissed Noah on the top of his head and pulled you to the kitchen doorway, a frantic look on his face as he stroked your cheek with his fingers. "I'm going."

Your heart plummeted. He really did decide without talking to you about the details. You wanted him to go, but you also wanted to talk about the pros and cons with him first. But in the end, you really had no say here at all. "You are? I thought we were going to talk it through."

"We were," he whispered. "That was my intention, Princess. But they made me decide before I could leave Cyclone's office."

You made a concerned face. "Cyclone's office? How did everyone fit in there?"

Bradley shook his head, his cheeks a little ruddy from frustration or embarrassment, you weren't sure which. "They didn't, Princess. It was just me. I was the whole list of people."

"Oh," you gasped. It was hard for you to understand at times that he was at the top of his career, because he was just as devoted to his life at home. With you and Noah. "Where are you going? And when do you leave?"

"Japan," he rasped, his face full of guilt now. "And I leave on Tuesday morning."

The pounding of your heart was making you feel nauseous. "Tuesday?"

He nodded. "They originally wanted me to leave on Monday, and if that was the case, I was ready to turn it down, no further questions asked."

"You were?"

His eyes went wide. "I'm not missing the first appointment for something optional."

You nodded slowly, because that brought up your next question. You sensed he might be missing subsequent appointments. "When will you be back?"

He wrapped his hands around your hips and pulled you closer to him. "I have no idea."

Then you started to cry, and you felt like such an idiot. You wanted him to go.  You wanted him to have this experience and impact new pilots in the future, but you also thought you'd have a little more time before he left. "Just come back safely," you whispered while he let you cry in his arms.

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Bradley noticed right away that you were a little distant. Maybe you needed a day or two to process everything, but in another day or two, he'd be packing and leaving. He thought he was doing what you wanted him to, but you cried yourself to sleep on Thursday. You were obviously exhausted and frankly kind of moody, and now he was kicking himself for agreeing to a training mission that had no disclosed ending date. 

"Fuck," he grunted on Saturday afternoon when he took Noah to the park so you could have some time to yourself. Pretty soon, you'd be on single, pregnant parent duty around the clock for probably weeks on end. Bradley's guilt was really prevalent now.

"Daddy?" Noah asked as he was being pushed on the swing. 

"Yeah, Bub?"

"Can I have a Halloween costume?"

"Of course," Bradley groaned, cradling his forehead in his hand. Halloween was still six weeks away, but he could already imagine the tears in his son's eyes if he wasn't home in time for trick-or-treating. Hell, he hadn't even explained to Noah that he was going away again yet. "You can pick something out with Mommy," he added, his voice harsh now.

Noah looked back at him over his shoulder and started to slow himself down. When he jumped out of the swing, he ran to Bradley who scooped him up. "Can we go home?" he asked. He wrapped his arms around Bradley's neck like he could tell he needed a hug. "I miss Mommy and Skittles."

Bradley kissed his son's cheek. "You know what? I miss them, too. Let's go home." He buckled Noah in and drove slowly. He should probably start packing tonight, but he was just dying to spend some time alone with you. The last thing he wanted was to return to a quiet house and a quiet fiancée right now. You and he were going to need to have another conversation about this, and he already felt like a jerk for wanting to have everything. 

When he pulled into the driveway as the sun was starting to set, you were in the front yard with Skittles on her leash. You were wearing one of your little floral dresses, and Bradley almost ran into your car as he looked at you. God, he was stupid for voluntarily agreeing to leave you. Once he was parked, you opened the back door and started unbuckling Noah and lifting him out like the most devoted mom in the world, and Bradley was about to lose his mind if he couldn't sort this out tonight.

"Hey, Daddy," you said softly as you turned, holding a very sleepy looking Noah against your shoulder. "Should we feed him dinner and get him in bed?"

"I think so," Bradley replied, eyeing you up and down, his gaze catching on your glossy lips. "You look gorgeous. Why are you all dressed up?"

You shrugged like it was nothing. "I just wanted to look cute for you."

His eyebrows shot up in response. "Don't you always?"

A soft smile found your lips as you started to head for the front door with Noah. Bradley followed you inside, and once Noah was eating leftovers, he pulled you into the hallway where he pushed you back against the wall. 

"Does this mean we can talk about some things tonight?" he asked, stroking your bottom lip before kissing you softly. 

You moaned gently into his mouth as his weight pressed against you. "Yes," you whispered. "Of course. We can talk about anything you want."

"You told me you wanted me to fly this mission," he said, and you nodded before you kissed the tip of his nose.

"I know. And I do. I just needed to process everything. The timeline just threw me off a little bit. And if I'm being honest, it's never not going to be scary when you leave."

"I'm coming back," he promised, knowing full well he only had so much control over that. "I'm coming back to my family as soon as I can."

This time when you nodded, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. "I know, Daddy," you whimpered between filthy kisses, rubbing yourself against him. He rutted you back into the wall, and you moaned his name as he cupped your ass. And that's when he felt it, firm against his fingertips compared to the softness of your body.

"Fuck," he grunted, easing your dress up inch by inch until he was touching the silicone. 

"Do you want me to put my crown on to match?" you asked sweetly as he spread you open wider with his hands. "I can be your going away present."

Bradley leaned closer until his lips were pressed to your ear. "I want you in bed with your crown on as soon as Noah's asleep. Then I'm going to fuck the absolutely shit out of you. And then after that, I'm going to make love to you until you're satisfied. And then we're going to talk about everything that's going to happen while I'm in Japan until we're both comfortable with all of it. And then we're going to start planning our wedding."

"Yes," you agreed. "That's exactly how I want to spend our evening."

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“I still can’t believe that link, I mean of all people to fall in love with, you chose the person who was playing through your game? You could have been with a literal reincarnation of your goddess. ”

“You know none of the others were real right? I’m the only one who was alive… as far as I’m aware or care.”

“Still, I can’t believe you don’t resent me even a little bit. I made you re-live your quest so many times and I didn’t even know you were alive.” 

All I get in return for that is a playful eye roll like I’d told him a dumb joke rather than confessing how awfully I treated him when he was trapped. It’s rather unnerving how calm he is about all of this, but I really shouldn’t push it any more. I don’t think it would be a pleasant mess to clean up if he snapped and did realise everything he’s been through wasn’t right. 

“Can’t this wait until the morning love? We’ve both been through a lot today so we should get some rest right?”

He’s still insisting on calling me that? I do like it, my childhood crush speaking to me like I’m his lover, but something about it seems so wrong.

“Sure, right, fine. I’ve got a guest room and some spare pyjamas you can borrow link.”

“Thank you [name].”

The feeling of something being off with his attitude only grows as he gently grabs my hand while I’m showing him where he can stay. He’s too possessive about this, too happy, even for getting out of a hellscape that his game must’ve been for him, it’s unnerving. My guest room is small and simple with a bed, a small desk and a wardrobe, all in all somewhat reminiscent of his old dorm room. But it should be more than enough for him. 

“There should be some spare clothes in the cupboard, my friends tend to just leave them here for whenever they visit.” 

“And they’ll be fine with me just using them?”

“They don’t need to know, I’ll wash them tomorrow when we go out to get you some of your own. Goodnight link.”

“Sleep well, love.”

He shouldn’t need my help changing, so I’m confident in leaving him in here while I go shower and settle down for the night too. 

Having a hot shower works wonders for clearing your head, a good night’s rest should help to put everything regarding link into focus. 

“Hey.”

“Huh? I thought you said you liked the other room? What made you want to sneak into mine?”

“I tried to sleep, but being in there on my own? I was scared I would wake up back in skyloft without you.”

Turning him away if this is true would simply be cruel to him, it doesn’t help the feeling from earlier crawling back though. That he’s possessive, unhealthily so, but I have to brush it off. Maybe I’m just overthinking, maybe he’s just getting used to being real still. It could be any reason like that.

“Move over so that I can get in as well then.”

“You- you’re really not going to ask me to leave my dove? I know theirs a reason I fell for your kindness… I’ll never let anyone else come close to having you like this.”

“What was that?”

“I said you’re not going to ask me to leave and go back to the other room alone?”

Okay, there is definitely something deeply wrong with him if what I think I heard is what he really said. He’s not going too like me questioning him though, and I don’t exactly have the energy for it either. Which I think he can tell, his arms are so warm and welcoming though, it’d be torture to peel myself out of them. Drifting off to sleep where he wants me is just the natural result of how comfortable he is. 

“See [name], Isn’t it just so nice to be my lover? Wouldn’t you prefer for it to just be me and you like this forever?”

I’m not even awake enough to respond, instead closing my eyes and sighing against him. 

“I knew you would… don’t worry my dove, you’ll never leave my side again. No matter what.”

Ending that haunting sentence with a kiss to my neck and a gentle hum, seemingly more content than he’s ever been. Just from holding me in his arms as we both drift into a deep sleep. 

[uselesscian]

Disclaimer: I originally wrote This in a YouTube Playlist (here, if you want to hear) like a POV but I decided to start writing little things here.

Silvermane guard genderneutral reader

And I'm not so good at English but I'm trying. I hope you like it.

"So... do you know that chains and whips excite me?" You stopped as he finished talking

"What the he-" you turned around yo see him "Are you serious?" He smirked.

"Oh, darling. I know I like to joke sometimes, but I'm really saying it this time" Sampo spoke very confidently.

You looked at the chain that imprisoned his hands and then at him with a completely confused expression.

"You..." you spoke without knowing exactly what to say "Forget it. I will not fall into your trap".

"What kind of trap?"

"The kind of trap where you escape"

"It hurts me that you think that way about me," he replied indignantly, "can't I express how in love I am with you?"

"Agh, shut up, Koski" You rolled your eyes, tired, and went back to making sure all the stolen items were in that bag.

"Shut me up" he replied with a lustful smile.

You turned to see him, again, and you gave him a face of pure anger.

A shiver ran down the blue-haired man's back, but it wasn't exactly a shiver of fear.

"Hey Y/N don't be bad with me" He called pouting with a honeyed voice.

But you keep ignoring it until you notice something unusual.

"Why do you have so many medical supplies? All the inhabitants of Belobog have access to the medical service and no one would buy in places other than pharmacies"

"Not all" despite having that stupid smile, his voice had a tinge of seriousness.

"Are you saying that..." incredulous of your thought you stopped "... you give these medical supplies to the people of the underworld?"

"Bingo! That answer is correct, darling"

"Wait a minute, do you sell them?"

The man, seeing the storm approaching, repeatedly denied.

"Of course not! Sampo would not be capable of committing such an atrocity" he said immediately "I am just being generous, as I always have been, and I am doing a favor".

A white lie wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

You raised your eyebrow when you heard him "yes, sure".

At that moment you again ignored any sound that came out of his mouth, thinking about the purpose of his theft. So you decided something.

"I'll let you go only on the condition that you take me to the underworld and I'll see you deliver them for free"

"W-Wait a minute" he answered a little nervously "You see, I can't take you, because... it's a very dangerous road! I won't let you get hurt by something like that".

"I'm a Silvermane guard. I can handle it".

"I'm a businessman, but this can't be negotiated. I don't want you to get hurt"

A breath escaped from your lips. It was obvious that he didn't want to take you to the underworld.

"If you're not willing..."

"How about this?" he interrupted you "I'll give you a letter made personally by the boss of the underworld, yes?"

"How can I trust you, scammer?"

"Aw, don't you trust me? What wrong have I done to deserve that?"

"Do you really want me to tell you all your crimes right now?"

"I don't think that's necessary, darling," he laughed awkwardly, "I promise."

"Is not sufficient"

"Whoa, you sure are heartless" he cleared his throat "I, Sampo Koski, a man of word, promise you that I will give away these medical supplies for free."

You snorted at his little oath.

"I want that letter tomorrow at the first hour" you said, almost whispering.

"You're great, darling!"

You approached and with a key you removed the chains.

"I was starting to get used to this" he said with some disappointment.

"Go away before I change my mind" you threw the bag of supplies at him.

"Thanks, Y/N" he grabbed the bag just as it hit his chest and turned, ready to leave.

"Oh, I almost forgot" he turned around and, before you could react, he leaned over and kissed you on the lips "See you later, darling."

And so, just as fast as he had done, he started running. Leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions.

"You're such an idiot" you muttered starting to feel your face red with embarrassment.

The next morning, a letter with elegant handwriting, tinged with (you guessed) a doctor's handwriting by the cursive, appeared in your mailbox.

Inevitably, a sigh left your lips. He knew that you would give him a reprimand for yesterday's event and he left it there first thing in the morning.

Maybe Sampo Koski wasn't as bad as he seemed.

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

So I've been stress-binging ghost hunting shows, which resulted in...this. Ao3 link for the full fic

I attached a snippet below the read more line. The actual fic does have ghost hunting in it, but it's mostly a hurt/comfort fic about body image issues and smut.

Eddie takes him to a food truck and they spend their meal laughing and defending their meal s from seagulls. The fight over food gets them so hyped up they go axe throwing. Steve should have said good-bye after that because he has an early shift tomorrow, but he asks Eddie to have dinner instead. They decide to be spontaneous (that's been serving them well so far) and just walk into the first place they find. It's one of those places that take forever to deliver barely edible, overpriced food. But Steve would happily eat freezer-burned burgers for the rest of his life if he can share them with Eddie.

Unfortunately, Steve can only ignore the owners' pointed throat-clearing so many times. "We should leave right?" He asks Eddie.

"Yeah...but we can hang out again soon right?" Eddie asks.

Right, hang out. Steve steps out with Eddie, ready to say good-bye. Steve feels a sudden rush of resentment. Would the next 'hang out' feel like this? Does Eddie mean it? Was today his last chance? It's not like there was anyone else at that restaurant and it's not even that late yet. Why couldn't they stay just a little longer?

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. Shit. Did he say that out loud?

"I bet it's a front for...ghosts, and we were messing up all their decors with our...aliveness."

"Interesting theory, but I've seen ghosts before," Steve riffs back. "That has to be a mob front."

"Wait, no scratch that." Eddie clutches at Steve. "You've seen ghosts?"

Steve wets his lips, feeling like he was caught in a lie, even though he wasn't...lying, not exactly. "Well, ok, so it was just one ghost. When I was ten...you know that abandoned factory?"

"Yes?"

"One of my friends growing up convinced me to do some urban exploration. So, be me. I'm ten. I'm petrified. And I'm like maybe ten minutes in when I see this giant face staring at me."

"Like Wizard of Oz?"

"No, like...the Cheshire Cat, but human."

"Ugh, nightmarish," Eddie says with a theatrical shudder.

"Yeah, I just ran out of there. Didn't look back to see if the ghost had something to say, didn't look back to confirm if the face was actually there, I just...ran," Steve says, wishing the story could have been more exciting. "And honestly, now that I'm actually thinking about it, I'm not sure I even saw anything. Could have been a trick of the light. But I do remember feeling something, a presence."

"If you don't feel ready to go home yet," Eddie says, hands hovering over Steve, "you know...we could find out."

"What? Go for an impromptu ghost hunt?"

"So I have a friend, Dustin, who's really into electronics. And he's been getting so frustrated with all these ghost hunting shows because they don't bother to sanitize their readings, don't ask me what that means by the way, he starts ranting then I can't get any questions in. Anyway!" Eddie pauses for breath. "He came up with this great idea for how we might reliably pick up paranormal electrical signals."

"So why doesn't he test them himself?" Steve asks. "That factory's pretty famous, and there's other sites."

Eddie looks around exaggeratedly and beckons Steve closer. Steve leans in so Eddie can whisper, trying not to shiver at the sensation of plush lips almost touching his ear. "He saw a centipede and ran screaming out of there."

Steve snorts and vigorously nods as Eddie swears him to secrecy. He keeps nodding as Eddie proposes breaking an entering. He feels like he's in a fever dream as he's whisked away to Eddie's house, meets Dustin who goes over the whole plan and gizmos in excruciating details, then gets into Eddie's van to get to the factory, leaving his car and presumably escape route, behind at Eddie's place.

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

English version.

SCP Foundation: The last pages of history.

Chapter 1. The death of the secret team.

August 8, 10000. Evening. Rory, Mindy and their mom Julia were on the train to Burbank to meet Larry and his secret team. How many years have passed since they started spending the night with them when they lived with their ancestors 035.

-Children, I have to tell you more that we will not only meet your father with his friends, but also Gadget with her family-Julia said.

-I'm so glad I'm going to see her again-Rory said.

-We know how much you love her, brother. And your future father-in-law and mother-in-law really like you-Mindy said.

Rory smiled, looked out the window and started thinking about his girlfriend.

Meanwhile, in Burbank, Larry and his secret team and Pinky's and Brain's family were waiting for Julia, Mindy and Rory. Since 5000, Larry and the secret team look half alive and half terminator (I'll remind some of them how they look, and I'll draw the rest later when I have a desire): Larry had an iron right hand and an iron left part of his skull; Lanky had the same as him, but he also had an iron left leg and was dressed in a purple cloak; Russell had an iron torso; Fenya had the entire full iron left part of her body; Dina the same, but only from the right side of her body; Nelly had all the iron arms and legs. Enderman had an iron left hand and an iron right side of his skull. Only children of the secret team, Pinky and his parents, Brain and his ancestors, Gadget, Julia Brain, and Julia Scott with their children remained as they were before.

-Girls, set the table soon. Soon the guests will arrive-Belle was saying.

-We're on our way, Belle-Polly said.

All the women decided to set the table with various delicious dishes.

-I'm glad they don't forget us at all-Larry was saying.

-Who are they?-Russell asked.

-Julia and the children-Old Man answered him.

-How I want to see my future son-in-law again as soon as possible-said Brain.

-And I can't wait for the whole family to get together again-Pinky said.

-Well, yes, because the ancestors of Julia and her children and of the secret team, all 049 and all 079 are considered superfluous for us. I don't like it when there are too many guests-Brain said.

-Now it's clear why you don't like a large number of relatives. Because Larry and the secret team have more kids than Michael and his couples-Pinky said.

-That's right, Pinky. Larry and his secret team bred very well. Even better than Michael and his couples-Brain agreed and said.

-Although Michael's ancestors too, Mr. Brain-reminded Peanut.

-Yes, exactly. Thanks for reminding me-Brain said.

-Wow, how you set the table. It's a real holiday-Diego noticed when the women finished putting the dishes on the table.

-Thank you, dear-Belle said.

-Narf. They haven't arrived yet-Russell was looking out the window.

-I agree. Zort-Pinky told him and looked out the window too.

-Oh, my God-Larry and Brain sighed with displeasure, as they had been tired of listening to Russell and Pinky's stupid made-up words for many years.

At this time, Julia Scott and her children finally arrived at their desired station.

-The train has arrived at Burbank. Parking before the start of the journey to Mississippi is twenty minutes-the dispatcher spoke in a female voice.

Julia and her children got off the train with their suitcases. On the street at the station, the sun was almost invisible and street lights began to turn on automatically in the city.

In the house where the heroes were waiting for their guests, Brain sat on the couch and thought about what would happen tomorrow. How he's going to take over the world tomorrow. Since 2023, he's quite used to his ancestors living next to him and making him many times remarks and beating him up. Before meeting his parents and after, he endured so much pain, both physical and mental. He hopes that he will take over the world and share it with his friends. As soon as he had just closed his eyes to get into a deep thought, he heard the bell. He immediately realized who had arrived. Slowly, he got up from the sofa to meet them. Pinky had just opened the front door.

-Oh, Julia, Mindy, Rory, hi-Pinky said.

-Mr. Pinky-Mindy and Rory hugged him.

Pinky hugged them back.

-Larry, darling-Julia hugged her husband.

-My Julia-Larry said, hugging her.

Brain watched on the sidelines and smiled, but no one noticed his smile.

-Oh, you're already here. Come on in, dear ones-Desire noticed the guests.

Everyone started to sit down at the table.

-Brain, grandson, what are you standing for? You sit at the table, too-Delilah said to Brain.

-Okay, grandma-Gadget's father understood.

Finally, everyone sat down at the table. On the table were all the different dishes that were cooked by Desire, Delilah, Belle, Polly, Julia Brain and Gadget.

-Dear guests and our whole family, I am very glad that we have survived so many years. Yes, it was hard for each of us, but we continue to live. So, dear family, let's continue to live together like since 2023-said Diego.

-Mr. Diego, why since 2023, if I and my secret team became friends with Pinky and Brain in 2020?-Old Man asked.

-I was talking about myself with my wife, Bruno, Delilah, my son, my daughter-in-law, Polly, Vanessa and Roger-Diego replied.

-Oh, I see-Julia Scott's husband understood.

-So-Diego continued-My dear ones, I am sure that we will continue to live happily ever after. Let's all "for our family"-said Belle's husband and raised his glass.

-For our family!-everyone else shouted, raising their glasses, despite the fact that Rory does not need to drink since he is a robot, he also raised his glass.

And everyone clinked glasses.

Everyone started the meal except Rory and Brain. Brain looked at Rory and gestured for him to come over to him. Rory got up from his seat and walked over to him.

-Come with me-said Brain and went with him to his room.

-Did you want something from me?-Rory asked.

-Yes. Rory, you know perfectly well what's going on between your ancestors and mine right now-Brain began.

-Yes. I know-the robot said.

-I love you as much as your father Larry. You will be the most wonderful son-in-law for me. I am sure that from the moment when are you going to marry my daughter, we will always be together. But...Promise me something-Julia Brain's husband was saying.

-What? I will do everything for you-Mindy's older brother asked and said.

-Never, as now, never be against me, and do not try to agree with your ancestors so that you participate with them against us. Ok?-Brain replied and asked.

-All right, Mr. Brain-Rory agreed.

Brain smiled at his future son-in-law and hugged him. Rory in response.

After the family dinner, Julia and her children got ready to go home.

-Well, see you later. See you again-Vanessa said.

-Take care of yourself, dear ones-Desire said.

-Of course. We will definitely come back-Julia said.

When the guests left, the owners of their house began to go about their business.

Meanwhile, in another city, Michael was in his room and began to prepare for what he had long dreamed of, namely to kill the secret team.

-My old dream will come true soon. I can't believe I'm finally going to do it-035 said.

Michael Smit laughed an evil and crazy laugh like the two Julias in the past. The porcelain object came out of his room and looks around that no one sees him and will not be able to stop him.

-It's all clear. I can go-he said to himself and went out into the street.

Julia Scott's cousin went to the TV studio, where they shoot the broadcasts of all channels.

-So. The first stage of my plan is hacking all channels-he said and began to proceed to his stage.

Meanwhile, in Burbank, Brain and Pinky were watching the news together in the living room.

-As it is known that the dead body of the very President of the Russian Federation was dug out of his grave. Who did it and in what way is not yet clear, but they are already beginning to investigate-said the TV presenter.

-Pf. So boring news-Brain said sarcastically.

-And now let's move on to the weather. In Burbank-the TV presenter did not have time to say further as interference in the TV immediately began.

-What the?-the pink-eyed guy did not understand.

On the screen after the interference, the inscription "Everyone immediately take cover!". Then a female voice spoke on TV three times with the following phrase: "Attention, attention, an air alert is being announced! Everyone, go to the shelter immediately! Attention, attention, the threat of a missile strike!"

-Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?-asked the pink-eyed man. the pink-eyed man.

-I think so, Brain, but how do we get to the shelter?-said Pinky.

-No, Pinky. It seems the war has started again-Brain said.

-Boys, are you all right?-Polly asked when she arrived and saw that Pinky and Brain were worried about the warning.

-Grandma, we have an invasion-Pinky replied.

-What?-Polly didn't understand, raising her left eyebrow.

-The threat of a missile strike was reported on TV-the blue-eyed guy replied.

-It's awful-Polly said.

-Girlfriend, what is it?-Belle asked, who also came.

-Our grandchildren found out that there would be a threat of a missile strike-Polly replied.

-Jesus-Belle said.

-Brain, what should we do now?-Pinky asked.

-I don't know. But I will find out-Brain answered and said.

-Brain, be careful-Polly said.

-Don't be afraid, Mrs. Polly, everything will be fine-Belle's grandson replied and went outside.

It was completely dark outside, but fortunately Brain could see very well in the dark. The wind was not very cold, but the porcelain man had long been used to and liked to go out late at night. When the pink-eyed man arrived at the station, the train suddenly arrived. Through the windows, Brain clearly saw that there was no one on the train. Raising his shoulders, he decided to go, but felt that someone put his hand on his shoulder. Pink-eyed looked around and saw what it was...Michael.

-Michael? What are you doing here?-he asked.

-Nothing like that, my white friend. I just want to warn you that I turned on the alarm-Possessive Mask replied.

-So you did it? What for?-Brain asked again.

-So that you and your pathetic friends will be in a panic. You're such naive fools-the purple-eyed guy replied.

-Russell and Pinky are naive assholes, of course, but Larry and I are not!-Brain said.

-Oh, yes, I forgot to say that soon I will start an invasion with you and fulfill my old dream, which I have been dreaming since I was 5 years old-said Michael and laughed an evil and crazy laugh.

-You will not dare to kill my friend, to whom I have become attached and have been friends with him since 2020-said the pink-eyed mask.

-How dare I, you freak!-Possessive Mask shouted.

Brain growled. He wanted to hit him, but Michael pushed him and ran away.

-I need to warn my friends-said Brain and ran home.

When Possessive Mask noticed that Brain had run away, he smiled slyly and said: "And now the second stage. A real missile strike".

Meanwhile, in a house in Burbank, Pinky and Larry were looking out the window waiting for their friend.

-Son, Larry, Brain will be back soon-Vanessa said.

-Mom, we're really worried about him-Pinky said.

-I hope that everything is fine with dad-said Gadget.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

-Brain!-Pinky shouted in a joyful voice and quickly opened the front door.

Brain caught his breath hard as he quickly ran home.

-Son, is something wrong?-Desire asked.

-This is Michael...He did it-Brain began.

-I don't understand-Russell said.

-Michael turned on the warning about the threat of a missile strike. And he said that he would start an invasion with us soon-Brain explained.

-I knew Michael wouldn't give up because he wanted to kill me and my family-Larry said.

-What should we do now?-Delilah asked.

-First we need to call Julia and her children to come to us, and then we will come up with a plan so that Michael does not dare to kill the secret team-Brain replied.

An hour later, when Julia Scott and her children arrived, everyone started coming up with a plan to stop Possessive Mask.

-Brain, why don't we make a big pie for Michael and throw it right in his face?-Pinky suggested.

-I'm going to throw a pie at you-Brain said.

-Boys, calm down. Stop fighting again. We need to come up with something that Michael will regret later-Julia Brain said.

Suddenly they heard that there was an explosion in the street from afar. One Brain realized that this was the beginning of the invasion. Brain ran out into the street and saw that he was not mistaken. One building had already been destroyed and dark smoke was already coming.

-We're too late. It's already started-Brain said.

-So what do we do now, Brain?-Pinky asked.

-Ladies and gentlemen, we will prepare weapons, wait for the enemy and defeat him-Brain replied.

(in the background, when the heroes are preparing for war, there is a song "Полковнику никто не пишет" from the group Би-2")

After they were prepared, they waited for Michael. It was still dark outside, but the moon was shining brightly in the dark sky.

-Gee, Brain, what are we going to do late tonight-Pinky asked.

-What we're going to do right now, Pinky, try to beat Michael-Brain replied.

-It's midnight, folks-Bruno was saying, looking at the time on his wristwatch.

-I'm not surprised that a war with Michael will start on this day-said Diego.

-Oh, someone's already waiting for me, right?-Michael said when he appeared, but not alone, but with his army.

Michael's army were robot clones of Plague Doctor and Old AI.

-Michael-Brain said in a dissatisfied voice.

-Well, dumbasses, you will soon be the end-said Possessive Mask.

-It will be the end of you soon, you pathetic piece of porcelain!-Brain shouted.

-Oh, hush, Brain. Treat me more politely-Michael said with a sly smile.

Brain just kept silent and looked at Possessive Mask with displeasure.

-Go ahead, guys!-Polly commanded.

And everyone started a war. Fortunately, Michael was also prepared and was building the last stage of his plan, because his penultimate stage was the creation of clones of his spouses.

-The fourth and final stage of my plan. Kill the secret team and their brats-Michael said to himself and immediately ran past Brain very quickly.

-Eh? Where is he?-Brain didn't understand.

Instead of an answer, there was an explosion again, but not like the first one.

-CHILDREN!!!-the secret team shouted.

Brain ran in shock to where the noise was coming from. When he came running, he saw this: there were a lot of pieces of concrete and a very large pile of organs around the secret team.

-Oh, my God...-Brain said.

Possessive Mask laughed again with an evil and crazy laugh.

-Michael, you!...-Brain shouted.

-What about me? I'm nothing. Try to catch me, idiots-Michael said and ran.

-Guys, come on!-Brain shouted to the secret team.

-Ha, ha, ha! It's better than I thought-Michael said.

Suddenly he looked around and saw that Russell was going to attack him, but the porcelain object fortunately threw a bomb at him. Only a lot of pieces of concrete and organs remained of Russell.

-You won't stop me anyway-035 said.

A few hours later, when the ancestors of Pinky and Brain, two Julias and children (that is, Rory, Gadget and Mindy) were still overpowering the clones of Plague Doctor and Old AI (there were so many of them that it was difficult to count). And the secret team, except Larry, was amazed, Michael continued not to give up, since he had left kill only Larry.

-Egad, Brain, things are going worse than we thought-Pinky said.

-I know, Pinky. I feel that the horror is not over yet-Brain said.

-DAD!!!-Gadget screamed as Michael grabbed her with a tentacle.

-Gadget!-her father shouted and ran to save her.

Gadget was twitching in Michael's tentacle trying to free herself.

-Let me go, you fool!-Gadget shouted again.

-No-Possessive Mask refused with a sly smile.

Brain came running and shouted: "Let go of my baby, monster!"

-I'll let her go if you let me kill your best friend Larry in return-Michael replied.

-Never!-Brain firmly refused.

-Well, then say goodbye to your daughter-said Michael and took out a gun.

-No! Don't touch my child!-Brain shouted.

Possessive Mask silently let go of the Gadget and ran somewhere.

-Dad...-Gadget said and snuggled up to her father.

-Don't be afraid, daughter. I'm with you-Brain reassured her.

Suddenly Brain heard Larry scream.

-LARRY!-pink-eyed mask shouted and ran to his own.

When he arrived, it was too late, because Larry's body was lying on the ground with a hole in his chest, from which blood was flowing. Michael was standing next to Larry's body with a sly and malicious smile.

-How dare...How dare you?...HOW DARE YOU KILL MY FRIEND?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE JUST LOST?!-Brain was saying.

-I would be happy to answer you, but I have to go-Michael told him in a sly voice and quickly left.

Brain looked at the dead Larry. His pink eyes began to fill with tears.

-No...No...Larry, my friend...I'm sorry I didn't get to save you....-said Brain, pressed the body of his friend to himself and began to cry.

At this time, the others defeated the clones.

-Finally. These were the last ones-Diego said.

-Wait a minute. Where's Brain?-Delilah noticed that there is no Brain next to them.

-Look-Belle said and showed where he is.

Brain continued to cry and hugged his friend closer to him like a brother.

-Brain, son, what happened?-Bernard Brain asked.

But Brain didn't pay attention to the fact that people were looking at him, but after a minute he let go of his friend, sniffed and tried to calm down.

-Oh, my God...-Pinky was almost surprised.

-Dad?...-Mindy was surprised to see what happened to her father.

-Larry...Dear...-Julia Scott said.

Rory, looking at the dead body of his adoptive father, his pupils became in the form of tears, hugged his mother and began to cry. Julia hugged her son in response, tears also appeared in her eyes. Pinky, watching Brain and Julia Scott's tears flow from their eyes, he felt very sorry for them.

When everyone came home, the remains of the concrete and the organs of Larry's children and spouses were in one bury box. Larry's dead body was lying on the bed in Brain's room, Brain himself was sitting next to him and did not want to move away from him. The white-haired man, sitting next to the dead body of his best friend, held in his hand a photo, where is it pictured he (in the form of a mouse) with his best friend. The photo shows that Brain was standing on his friend's arm. In the lower left corner of the photo it was written that the photo was taken on December 31, 2020. Brain still had tears flowing even when he looked at this photo. His ancestors, his wife and daughter, were watching him unnoticed.

-My poor baby...-Desire said.

Bernard Brain hugged his wife.

-It's a pity that Larry can't be returned anymore...-Bruno said.

-Yes...-Delilah agreed.

Julia Scott was lying on her bed in her room, crying into her pillow. Pinky, spying on her, felt very sorry for her. He wanted to comfort her with something, but he was afraid that she would be even more upset. So he didn't bother her and went to check on Rory and Mindy. The blue-eyed guy came up to the room and saw Rory and Mindy sitting on the bed and sadly looking at the floor.

-I'm going to get revenge on uncle Michael for killing our dad-Rory said.

-I thought we would succeed, but uncle Michael managed to fulfill his dream-Mindy said.

-I will incinerate him so that he becomes to ashes!-Rory shouted.

-My God-Pinky thought to himself.

Mindy picked up her phone and called her foster grandfather.

-Grandpa, it looks like we won't be back soon...Because dad died-Mindy talked on the phone with Porcelain Sage and explained to him the cause of Larry's death.

-Poor kids, Julia and Brain...I feel so sorry for them...-Pinky said to himself.

When it was time to bury the secret team and their children, Pinky came to Brain.

-Brain, friend, how are you?-blue-eyed asked.

-Pinky, go away..I still feel bad..-pink-eyed was saying.

-I know, Brain..Your family and I are worried about you..You haven't left your room for three days..-Pinky said.

Brain sighed. Indeed, Brain did not leave his room at all, as he cried and sat next to Larry for three days, and also did not eat and sleep. His eyes were red and his mask was wet from his many bitter tears.

-Brain, today we have to bury them next to the "Kuinsy brothers's and sister's studio"-Pinky said.

-Do the studio staff know?-Brain asked.

-Yes. I called them-Pinky replied.

-OK. Let's go-Brain said and immediately began to pack.

Pinky was helping him carry the crates to the luggage of the car.

-Brain, grandson...-Delilah began.

-Not now, grandma. We have to go to the studio-Brain said.

-Can you at least take one?-she asked, handing him one cheesecake.

-No, thank you. Eat it yourself-Brain said and got into the car behind the wheel.

Pinky, out of habit (well, almost), took some food with him for the road. But since adults cooked cheesecakes for breakfast, he took several of them for himself, but decided to take one for Brain.

-I can give it to him somehow-Pinky said.

After putting his stock in his backpack, Pinky also got into the car. Rory, Mindy, and the two Julias also got into the car. And they went.

A few hours later, Pinky, Brain, two Julias, Rory, Mindy and Gadget arrived at the studio with two funeral boxes. Brain and Pinky's ancestors stayed at home because they had their own household chores. In the assembly hall in the studio, all the staff were assembled. Studio director Patrick Necromicon was standing on the stage. When all the employees noticed that Pinky, Brain, two Julias, Rory, Mindy and Gadget finally entered the auditorium, the director began his speech: "We are all gathered here to remember our favorite actors. Namely, the secret team and their children. Despite the fact that they have left us, they will always be in our hearts because thanks to their fame they have become famous throughout our city. A witness to the death of one of the members of this team is Brain Berngardovich. Brain Bernardovich, I ask you to come on stage".

Brain came on stage.

-Brain Bernardovich, we ask for your words-said the Necromicon.

Brain sighed and began to say: "Dear ladies and gentlemen, three days ago I lost someone I loved and with whom I wanted to fulfill my dream because we both had everything the same. I still can't believe that on the very day when Michael fought with us, I lost my best friend in my life, since 2020. I loved him very much. But now, since he died, I have lost one meaning of my life, without my friend, I will not fulfill my dream".

Brain tried to hold back tears so as not to cry in front of everyone.

-OK. Since we will have a memorial about them and a funeral today, our staff made a black-and-white clip about our actors from several episodes about them. Brain Berngardovich, would you mind singing some song under the video?-the studio director said and asked.

-I won't refuse-Brain replied.

One of the employees took the spool, where the clip was in it, shoved it into the spotlight and turned it on. A black-and-white music video appeared on the screen.

Brain, slowly, when the video was on the screen, began to sing a song.

Brain (sings in the voice of Victor Tsoy):How many songs are there yet to come?

Tell me, cuckoo, and sing.

Where am I to live, where am I to die?

Lying on the ground, or flying like a star in the sky?

Flying.

Sunshine above, come look at me,

My hand has now turned into a fist.

If there's a way out, then show it to me,

Like this.

Who will tread upon these lonely steps again?

Who is strong and brave? Who will pay the price in battle.

With their lives?

Very few remain in our memory,

With a sound mind, and a strong hand in the ranks,

Alive.

Sunshine above, come look at me,

My hand has now turned into a fist.

If there's a way out, then show it to me,

Like this.

Where have you gone now, my freedom, where are you?

Who's the lucky one meeting you again this morning, tell me.

It's good with you around, but it's bad without,

And I put my head and shoulders underneath the whip.

You see.

Sunshine above, come look at me,

My hand has now turned into a fist.

If there's a way out, then show it to me,

Like this.

Sunshine above, come look at me,

My hand has now turned into a fist.

If there's a way out, then show it to me,

Like this.

After the song, the video on the screen ended.

-Thank you very much, Brain Bernardovich. You can take your seat-Necromicon said.

Brain sat down in his seat. There were a few tears streaming from his eyes, but he tried not to cry.

-Brain, is everything okay?-Pinky, who was sitting next to him, asked him.

-Don't talk to me while I'm sad-Brain told him.

-Sorry-Pinky apologized.

Half an hour later, everyone went outside and buried the secret team and their children near the studio. On the first grave were: just portraits of Nelly, Lanky, Enderman, Russell, Fenya and Dina, and under them was written "and their children". On the second grave was a portrait of Larry. Pinky, Brain, two Julias, Rory, Mindy and Gadget looked at these graves with sadness. Pinky, who had a lot of tears, cried loudly and hugged Brain. Brain himself, because he is sad, did not want to push or hit Pinky, as more tears flowed from his eyes.

-Brain, what are we going to do tomorrow night?-blue-eyed asked through tears.

-I don't know, Pinky...Now I have no desire to do what I have wanted for many years...-pink-eyed replied.

-That is...-Pinky began to understand.

-Yes...From now on, I won't take over the world...-Brain replied.

-Oh, Brain...-Pinky said and hugged him to him.

-Larry, I'm sorry...But I can't take over the world without you...I will miss you...-Brain thought to himself, looking at the portrait of his best friend, who now can no longer be returned.

To be continued)))

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Глава 1. Смерть секретной команды.

8 августа 10000 год. Вечер. Рори, Минди и их мама Джулия ехали на поезде к Бербанку чтобы встретить Ларри и его секретную команду. Сколько лет прошло когда они начали ночевать у них когда жили со своими предками 035.

-Дети, я должна вам сказать ещё что мы не только встретим вашего отца с его друзьями, но ещё и Гаджет с её семьёй-сказала Джулия.

-Как же я рад что сново увижу её-сказал Рори.

-Мы знаем как ты сильно её любишь, братик. И ты очень нравишься своим будущим тестю и тёще-сказала Минди.

Рори улыбнулся, посмотрел в окно и начал думать о своей любимой девушке.

Тем временем в Бербанке Ларри и его секретная команда и семья Пинки и Брейна ждали Джулию, Минди и Рори. С 5000 года Ларри и секретная команда выглядят наполовину живые и наполовину терминатор (Я некоторых напомню как они выглядят, а остальных нарисую позже когда у меня появится желание): Ларри имел правую железную руку и железную левую часть своего черепа; Ланки имел тоже самое как и он, но ещё у него была железная левая нога и был одет в фиолетовом плаще; Рассел имел железное туловище; Феня имела всю полную левую железную часть своего тела; Дина тоже самое, но только с правой части своего тела; Нелли имела все железные руки и ноги; Эндермен имел левую железную руку и железную правую часть своего черепа. Только дети секретной команды, Пинки и его родители, Брейн и его предки, Гаджет, Джулия Брейн, и Джулия Скотт со своими детьми остались такими какими были раньше.

-Девочки, накрывайте скорее стол. Скоро ж�� гости придут-говорила Белль.

-Уже идём, Белль-сказала Полли.

Все женщины приняли накрывать стол разными вкусными блюдами.

-Я рад что они вообще нас не забывают-говорил Ларри.

-Кто "они"?-не понял Рассел.

-Джулия с детьми-ответил ему Старик.

-Как же я хочу поскорее сново увидеть своего будущего зятя-сказал Брейн.

-А я жду не дождусь, когда мы сново соберёмся всей семьёй-сказал Пинки.

-Ну да, потому что предки Джулии с её детьми и секретной команды, все 049 и все 079 считаются для нас лишними. Я не люблю когда гостей слишком много-сказал Брейн.

-Теперь понятно почему ты не любишь большое количество родственников. Из-за того что у Ларри и секретной команды детей больше чем у Майкла с его парами-сказал Пинки.

-Вот именно, Пинки. Ларри и его секретная команда очень хорошо размножались. Даже лучше чем Майкл с его парами-согласился и сказал Брейн.

-Хотя предки Майкла тоже, мистер Брейн-напомнил Арахис.

-Да, точно. Спасибо что напомнил-поблагодарил Брейн.

-Ничего себе как вы накрыли стол. Прям настоящий праздник-заметил Диего когда женщины закончили ложить блюда на стол.

-Спасибо, дорогой-сказала Белль.

-Нарф. Они ещё не приехали-глядел в окно Рассел.

-Согласен. Зорт-говорил ему Пинки и смотрел тоже в окно.

-Ох, Господи-недовольно вздохнули Ларри и Брейн, так как они много лет устали слушать глупые выдуманные слова Рассела и Пинки.

В это время Джулия Скотт и её дети наконецто приехали к нужному их вокзалу.

-Поезд прибыл в Бербанк. Стоянка до начала пути в Миссисипи двадцать минут-говорил диспетчер женским голосом.

Джулия и её дети вышли из поезда со своими чемоданами. На улице на вокзале солнца почти не было видно и в городе начали автоматически включаться уличные фонари.

В доме, где герои ждали своих гостей, Брейн сидел на диване и думал о том, что будет завтра. Как он завтра собирается захватывать мир. С 2023 года он совсем привык что его предки живут рядом с ним и делают ему много раз замечаний и избивают его. Он до встречи своих родителей и после и так много боли терпел как физических так и психических. Он надеется что он захватит мир и будет делиться им со своими друзьями. Как только он закрыл глаза чтобы проникнуться в глубокую мысль, услышал звонок. Он сразу понял кто приехал. Неспеша он встал с дивана чтобы встретить их. Пинки как раз открыл входную дверь.

-О, Джулия, Минди, Рори, привет-сказал Пинки.

-Мистер Пинки-обняли его Минди и Рори.

Пинки обнял их в ответ.

-Ларри, милый-обняла Джулия своего мужа.

-Моя Джулия-сказал Ларри обнимая её.

Брейн в сторонке наблюдал за этим и улыбнулся, но никто его улыбку не заметил.

-О, вы уже здесь. Проходите, милые-заметила Дезире гостей.

Все начали сесть за стол.

-Брейн, внучок, ты чего стоишь? Ты тоже сядь за стол-сказала Делайла Брейну.

-Хорошо, бабушка-понял отец Гаджет.

Наконецто все сели за стол. На столе были все разные блюда, которые готовили Дезире, Делайла, Белль, Полли, Джулия Брейн и Гаджет.

-Дорогие гости и вся наша семья, я очень рад что мы так много лет пережили. Да, каждому из нас было тяжело, но мы продолжаем жить. Так что, дорогая семья, давайте и дальше жить дружно как с 2023 года-сказал Диего.

-Мистер Диего, почему с 2023 года, если я и моя секретная команда подружились с Пинки и Брейном в 2020 году?-спросил Старик.

-Я это говорил про себя со своей женой, Бруно, Делайлой, моим сыном, моей невесткой, Полли, Ванессой и Роджером-ответил Диего.

-А, понятно-понял муж Джулии Скотт.

-Так вот-продолжал Диего-Милые вы все мои, уверен что и дальше будем жить долго и счастливо. Давайте все "за нашу семью"-говорил муж Белль и поднял свой бокал.

-За нашу семью!-крикнули все остальные поднимая бокалы, несмотря на то что Рори не нуждается в питье так как он робот, он тоже поднял свой бокал.

И все чокнулись бокалами.

Все начали трапезу кроме Рори и Брейна. Брейн посмотрел на Рори и жестикулировал ему чтобы он подошёл к нему. Рори встал со своего места и подошёл к нему.

-Пошли со мной-сказал Брейн и пошёл с ним к себе в комнату.

-Вы что-то от меня хотели?-спросил Рори.

-Да. Рори, ты прекрасно знаешь что сейчас происходит между твоими и моими предками-начал Брейн.

-Да. Я знаю-сказал робот.

-Я люблю тебя также как и твоего отца Ларри. Ты будешь для меня самым прекрасным зятем. Уверен что с того момента когда ты будешь жениться на моей дочери, мы будем всегда вместе. Но...Пообещай мне кое-что-говорил муж Джулии Брейн.

-Что? Я ради вас всё сделаю-спросил и сказал старший брат Минди.

-Никогда, как сейчас, никогда не будь против меня, и не пытайся соглашаться со своими предками чтобы ты участвовал с нами против нас. Хорошо?-ответил и спросил Брейн.

-Хорошо, мистер Брейн-согласился Рори.

Брейн улыбнулся своему будущему зятю и обнял его. Рори в ответ.

После семейного ужина Джулия и её дети собрались идти домой.

-Что ж, до встречи. Увидимся ещё раз-сказала Ванесса.

-Берегите себя, дорогие-сказала Дезире.

-Конечно. Мы обязательно вернёмся-сказала Джулия.

Когда гости ушли, хозяева своего дома начали заниматься своими делами.

Тем временем в другом городе Майкл был в своей комнате и начал готовиться к тому, о чём давно мечтал, а именно убить секретную команду.

-Моя давняя мечта скоро сбудется. Даже не верится что я наконецто сделаю-сказал 035.

Майкл Смит засмеялся злобным и сумасшедшим смехом как две Джулии в прошлом. Фарфоровый объект вышел из своей комнаты и оглядывается что никто не видит его и не сможет ему помешать.

-Всё чисто. Можно идти-говорил он сам собой и вышел на улицу.

Двоюродный брат Джулии Скотт отправился не телестудию, где снимают эфиры всех каналов.

-Так. Первый этап моего плана это хакерство всех каналов-говорил он и начал приступить к своему этапу.

А в это время в Бербанке Брейн и Пинки вместе смотрели новости в гостиной.

-Как известно что мёртвое тело того самого президента Российской Федерации было вырыто из его могилы. Кто и каким способом это сделал, пока не ясно, но уже начинают расследовать-говорила телеведущая.

-Пф. Так себе новость-с сарказмом произнёс Брейн.

-А теперь перейдём к погоде. В Бербанке-не успела телеведущая дальше сказать как сразу начались помехи в телевизоре.

-Что за?-не понял розовоглазый парень.

На экране после помех появилась надпись "Все немедленно в укрытие!". Далее по телевизору заговорил женский голос три раза такую фразу: "Внимание, внимание, объявляется воздушная тревога! Всем немедленно проследовать в укрытие! Внимание, внимание, угроза ракетного удара!"

Пинки и Брейн посмотрели друг на друга.

-Пинки, ты тоже думаешь о том, о чём и я?-спросил розовоглазый мужчина.

-Кажется да, Брейн, но как мы добежим до убежища?-говорил Пинки.

-Нет, Пинки. Кажется опять война началась-сказал Брейн.

-Мальчики, с вами всё хорошо?-спросила Полли когда пришла и увидела что Пинки и Брейн беспокоятся из-за предупреждения.

-Бабушка, у нас вторжение-ответил Пинки.

-Что?-не поняла Полли подняв левую бровь.

-По телевизору сообщили угрозу ракетного удара-ответил голубоглазый парень.

-Ужас какой-сказала Полли.

-Подруга, что такое?-спросила Белль, которая тоже пришла.

-Наши внуки узнали что будет угроза ракетного удара-ответила Полли.

-Господи-сказала Белль.

-Брейн, что нам теперь делать?-спросил Пинки.

-Я не знаю. Но я это выясню-ответил и сказал Брейн.

-Брейн, будь осторожен-сказала Полли.

-Не бойтесь, миссис Полли, всё будет хорошо-ответил внук Белль и вышел на улицу.

На улице была полная темнота, но к счастью Брейн очень хорошо видел в темноте. Ветер был не очень холодным, но фарфоровый мужчина давно привык и любил выходить на улицу поздно ночью. Когда розовоглазый прибыл к вокзалу, то неожиданно приехал поезд. Через окна Брейн ясно видел что в поезде никого нет. Подняв плечи он решил отправиться, но почувствовал что кто-то положил свою руку на его плечо. Розовоглазый оглянулся и увидел что это был...Майкл.

-Майкл? Что ты здесь делаешь?-спросил он.

-Ничего такого, мой белый друг. Просто хочу предупредить что это я включил тревогу-ответил Маска Одержимости.

-Так это ты сделал? Зачем?-сново спросил Брейн.

-Чтобы ты и твои жалкие друзья были в панике. Вы же ведь такие наивные дурачки-ответил фиолетовоглазый парень.

-Рассел и Пинки конечно наивные придурки, но я и Ларри нет!-сказал Брейн.

-Ах да, я забыл сказать что скоро я с вами начну вторжение и исполню свою давнюю мечту, которую мечтал с 5 лет-сказал Майкл и засмеялся злобным и сумасшедшим смехом.

-Ты не посмеешь убить моего друга, к которому я привязался и дружу с ним с 2020 года-сказал розовоглазая маска.

-Ещё как посмею, урод!-прокричал Маска Одержимости.

Брейн зарычал. Он хотел его ударить, но Майкл толкнул его и убежал.

-Надо предупредить моих друзей-сказал Брейн и побежал домой.

Когда Маска Одержимости заметил что Брейн убежал, хитро улыбнулся и сказал: "А теперь второй этап. Настоящий ракетный удар".

Тем временем в доме в городе Бербанке Пинки и Ларри смотрели в окно ожидая своего друга.

-Сынок, Ларри, Брейн скоро вернётся-сказала Ванесса.

-Мама, мы очень сильно волнуемся за него-сказал Пинки.

-Я надеюсь что с папой всё хорошо-сказала Гаджет.

Вдруг послышался стук в дверь.

-Брейн!-радостным голосом закричал Пинки и быстро открыл входную дверь.

Брейн тяжело отдышался так как быстро добежал до дома.

-Сынок, что-то случилось?-спросила Дезире.

-Это Майкл...Это он сделал-начал Брейн.

-Не понимаю-сказал Рассел.

-Майкл включил предупреждение об угрозе ракетного удара. И он сказал что скоро с нами начнёт вторжение-объяснил Брейн.

-Так и знал что Майкл не сдаётся, потому что он хочет убить меня и мою семью-сказал Ларри.

-Что теперь делать?-спросила Делайла.

-Для начала нам нужно позвонить чтобы Джулия и её дети приехали к нам, а потом придумаем план чтобы Майкл не посмел убить секретную команду-ответил Брейн.

Спустя час когда Джулия Скотт и её дети приехали, все начали придумывать план как остановить Маску Одержимости.

-Брейн, а давай для Майкла сделаем большой пирог и бросим ему прямо в лицо?-предложил Пинки.

-Счас я в тебя брошу пирог-сказал Брейн.

-Мальчики, успокойтесь. Хватит опять ссориться. Нам нужно придумать то, чтобы Майкл потом об этом пожалел-говорила Джулия Брейн.

Вдруг они услышали что исздалека на улице произошёл взрыв. Один Брейн понял что это начало вторжения. Брейн выбежал на улицу и увидел что не ошибся. Одно здание уже было разрушено и уже шел тёмный дым.

-Мы опоздали. Уже началось-произнёс Брейн.

-И что теперь делать нам, Брейн?-спросил Пинки.

-Дамы, господа, приготовим оружия, дождёмся врага и одолеем его-ответил Брейн.

(на заднем плане, когда герои готовятся к войне, идёт песня "Полковнику никто не пишет" от группы "Би-2")

После того как они подготовились стали ждать Майкла. На улице всё ещё было темно, но на тёмном небе ярко светила Луна.

-Эй, Брейн, чем мы будем заниматься сегодня поздно ночью?-спросил Пинки.

-Тем, что мы сделаем прямо сейчас, Пинки, попробуем одолеть Майкла-ответил Брейн.

-Уже полночь, народ-говорил Бруно смотря на время на своих наручных часах.

-Не удивлён что в этот день начнётся война с Майклом-сказал Диего.

-О, кто-то уже ожидает меня, да?-сказал Майкл когда появился, но не один, а со своей армией.

Армией Майкла были роботы-клоны Чумного Доктора и Старого ИИ.

-Майкл-недовольным голосом сказал Брейн.

-Ну что, тупицы, вам скоро будет конец-сказал Маска Одержимости.

-Это тебе скоро будет конец, жалкий ты кусок фарфора!-крикнул Брейн.

-О, тише ты, Брейн. Обращайся со мной повежливее-говорил Майкл с хитрой улыбкой.

Брейн лишь промолчал и недовольно смотрел на Маску Одержимости.

-Вперёд, народ!-командовала Полли.

И все начали войну. К счастью Майкл тоже подготовился и строил последний этап своего плана, потому что предпоследний его этап это было создание клонов своих супругов.

-Четвёртый и последний этап моего плана. Убить секретную команду и их сопляков-сказал Майкл самому себе и сразу очень быстро пробежал мимо Брейна.

-А? Где он?-не понял Брейн.

Вместо ответа опять был взрыв, но не такой как первый.

-ДЕТИ!!!-кричала секретная команда.

Брейн от шока побежал туда, откуда был шум. Когда он прибежал, увидел вот что: вокруг секретной команды стояла куча много кусков бетона и и очень большая куча органов.

-Боже мой...-сказал Брейн.

Маска Одержимости опять злобным и сумасшедшим смехом засмеялся.

-Майкл, ты!...-кричал Брейн.

-А что я? Я ничего. Попробуйте меня поймать, идиоты-сказал Майкл и побежал.

-Ребята, давайте!-кричал Брейн секретной команде.

-Ха-ха-ха! Всё лучше чем я думал-сказал Майкл.

Вдруг он оглянулся и увидел что Рассел собирается на него напасть, но фарфоровый объект к счастью бросил на него бомбу. От Рассела осталось только много кусков бетона и органы.

-Вы всё равно меня не остановите-сказал 035.

Несколько часов спустя когда предки Пинки и Брейна, две Джулии и дети (то есть Рори, Гаджет и Минди) всё ещё одолевали клонов Чумного Доктора и Старого ИИ (их было очень много что трудно сосчитать). А секретная команда, кроме Ларри, была поражена, Майкл продолжал не сдаваться, так как ему осталось убить только Ларри.

-Ну и дела, Брейн, всё идёт хуже чем мы думали-сказал Пинки.

-Я знаю, Пинки. Я чувствую что ужас пока не кончился-сказал Брейн.

-ПАПА!!!-кричала Гаджет, так как Майкл схватил её щупальцем.

-Гаджет!-крикнул её отец и побежал спасать её.

Гаджет дёргалась в щупальце Майкла пытаясь освободиться.

-Отпусти меня, дурак!-кричала сново Гаджет.

-Нет-с хитрой улыбкой отказался Маска Одержимости.

Брейн прибежал и крикнул: "Отпусти мою малышку, чудовище!"

-Я её отпущу если ты взамен дашь мне убить твоего лучшего друга Ларри-ответил Майкл.

-Низачто!-твёрдо отказался Брейн.

-Ну тогда попрощайся со своей дочуркой-сказал Майкл и достал пистолет.

-Нет! Не тронь моё дитя!-кричал Брейн.

Маска Одержимости молча отпустил Гаджет и побежал куда-то.

-Папа...-сказала Гаджет и прижалась к своему отцу.

-Не бойся, дочка. Я рядом с тобой-успокаивал её Брейн.

Вдруг Брейн услышал крик Ларри.

-ЛАРРИ!-крикнул розовоглазая маска и побежал к своему.

Когда он прибежал, то было уже поздно, потому что на земле лежало тело Ларри с дырой на груди, из которой текла кровь. Рядом с телом Ларри стоял Майкл с хитрой и злобной улыбкой.

-Как ты...Как ты посмел?...КАК ТЫ ПОСМЕЛ УБИТЬ МОЕГО ДРУГА?! ТЫ ЗНАЕШЬ ЧТО Я СЕЙЧАС ПОТЕРЯЛ?!-говорил Брейн.

-Я был бы рад ответить тебе, но мне уже пора-лукавым голосом сказал ему Майкл и быстро смылся.

Брейн посмотрел на мёртвого Ларри. Его розовые глаза начали наполняться слезами.

-Нет...Нет...Ларри, друг мой...Прости что не успел спасти тебя...-говорил Брейн, прижал тело своего друга к себе и начал плакать.

В это время остальные победили клонов.

-Наконецто. Это были последние-сказал Диего.

-Погодите. А где Брейн?-заметила Делайла что рядом с ними нету Брейна.

-Смотрите-показала Белль и показала где он.

Брейн продолжал плакать и сильнее прижал своего друга к себе как родного брата.

-Брейн, сынок, что случилось?-спросил Бернард Брейн.

Но Брейн не обращал внимание на то, что на него смотрели, но через минуту он отпустил своего друга, шмыгнул носом и пытался успокоиться.

-Боже...-чуть не удивился Пинки.

-Папа?...-удивилась Минди увидев что с её отцом.

-Ларри...Милый...-сказала Джулия Скотт.

Рори, глядя на мёртвое тело своего приёмного отца, его зрачки стали в виде слёз, обнял свою маму и стал плакать. Джулия обняв своего сына в ответ, на её глазах тоже появились слёзы. Пинки, глядя как у Брейна и Джулии Скотт текут слёзы с их глаз, ему стало их очень жалко.

Когда все пришли домой, остатки бетона и органов детей и супругов Ларри были в одном похоронном ящике. Мёртвое тело Ларри лежало на кровати в комнате Брейна, сам Брейн сидел рядом и не хотел от него отойти. Беловолосый, сидя рядом с мёртвым телом своего лучшего друга, держал в руке фотографию, где изображён он (в виде мыши) с его лучшим другом. На фотографии видно что Брейн стоял на руке своего друга. В левом нижнем углу фотографии было написано что фото было сделано 31 декабря 2020 году. У Брейна до сих пор текли слёзы даже когда он смотрел на эту фотографию. Незаметно за ним наблюдали его предки, жена и дочь.

-Бедный мой малыш...-сказала Дезире.

Бернард Брейн обнял свою жену.

-Жаль что Ларри больше не вернуть...-сказал Бруно.

-Да...-согласилась Делайла.

Джулия Скотт в своей комнате лежала на кровати и плакала в подушку. Пинки, подглядывая за ней, очень сильно жалел её. Он хотел её чем-то утешить, но боялся что она будет ещё больше расстроена. Поэтому он не стал её тревожить и пошёл проверить Рори и Минди. Голубоглазый парень подошёл к комнате и видел как Рори и Минди сидели на кровати и грустно смотрели в пол.

-Я отомщу дядю Майкла за то что он убил нашего папу-сказал Рори.

-Я думала что у нас всё получится, но дядя Майкл сумел исполнить свою мечту-сказала Минди.

-Я испепелю его, чтоб он стал пеплом!-крикнул Рори.

-Боже мой-думал про себя Пинки.

Минди взяла свой телефон и позвонила своему приёмному дедушке.

-Дедушка, похоже что мы не скоро вернёмся...Потому что папа умер-разговаривала Минди по телефону с Фарфоровым Мудрецом и объяснила ему причину смерти Ларри.

-Бедные дети, Джулия и Брейн...Как же мне их жалко...-про себя сказал Пинки.

Когда наступило время хоронить секретную команду и их детей, Пинки пришёл к Брейну.

-Брейн, друг, как ты?-спросил голубоглазый.

-Пинки, уйди..Мне до сих пор плохо..-говорил розовоглазый.

-Я знаю, Брейн..Я и твоя семья волнуемся за тебя..Ты три дня не выходил из комнаты..-сказал Пинки.

Брейн вздохнул. Действительно, Брейн не выходил вообще из своей комнаты, так как он три дня плакал и сидел рядом с Ларри, и также не ел и не спал. Глаза его были красными и маска его была мокрая от его много горьких слёз.

-Брейн, сегодня мы должны похоронить их рядом с студией братьев и сестры Куинси-сказал Пинки.

-А сотрудники студии в курсе?-спросил Брейн.

-Да. Я позвонил им-ответил Пинки.

-Хорошо. Поехали-сказал Брейн и сразу начал собираться.

Пинки помогал ему донести ящики в багаж от машины.

-Брейн, внучок...-начала Делайла.

-Не сейчас, бабушка. Мы должны ехать в студию-сказал Брейн.

-Может, ты хоть один возьмёшь?-спросила она протянув ему один сырник.

-Нет, спасибо. Ешьте сами-сказал Брейн и сел в машину за руль.

Пинки как по привычке (ну почти) брал с собой немного еды для дороги. Но так как на завтрак взрослые готовили сырники, то он брал их несколько для себя, но один решил взять для Брейна.

-Как-нибудь смогу дать ему-сказал Пинки.

Положив свой запас в свой рюкзак, Пинки тоже сел в машину. Рори, Минди и две Джулии тоже сели в машину. И они поехали.

Спустя несколько часов Пинки, Брейн, две Джулии, Рори, Минди и Гаджет приехали в студии с двумя похоронными ящиками. Предки Брейна и Пинки остались дома, потому что у них были свои домашние дела. В актовом зале в студии все сотрудники были в сборе. На сцене стоял директор студии Патрик Некромикон. Когда все сотрудники заметили что Пинки, Брейн, две Джулии, Рори, Минди и Гаджет наконецто зашли в актовый зал, директор начал свою начал речь: "Мы все собрались здесь чтобы помянуть наших любимых актёров. А именно секретную команду и их детей. Несмотря на то что они покинули нас, они всегда будут в наших сердцах так как благодаря их славе они стали знаменитыми во всём нашем городе. Свидетелем смерти одного из членов этой команды является Брейн Бернардович. Брейн Бернардович, прошу вас выйти на сцену".

Брейн вышел на сцену.

-Брейн Бернардович, просим ваших слов-сказал Некромикон.

Брейн вздохнул и начал говорить: "Дорогие дамы и господа, три дня назад я потерял того, кого любил и с кем хотел исполнить мечту потому что у нас обоих было всё одинаково. До сих пор не могу поверить что именно в тот самый день, когда Майкл воевал с нами, я потерял своего лучшего друга в своей жизни, с 2020 года. Я его очень любил сильно. Но теперь, с момента того как он умер, я потерял один смысл моей жизни, без моего друга, мне не исполнить свою мечту".

Брейн пытался сдержать слёзы чтоб не заплакать перед всеми.

-Хорошо. Так как у нас сегодня будут память о них и похороны, наши сотрудники сделали про наших актёров чёрно-белый клип из нескольких серий про них. Брейн Бернардович, не откажите ли спеть какую-нибудь песню под клипом?-сказал и спросил директор студии.

-Не откажусь-ответил Брейн.

Один из сотрудников взял бобина, где в нем был тот самый клип, засунул его в прожектор и включил его. На экране появился чёрно-белый клип с музыкой.

Брейн, не спеша, когда шло видео на экране, начал петь песню.

Брейн (поёт голосом Виктора Цоя):Песен ещё не написанных сколько?

Скажи кукушка, пропой.

В городе мне жить или на выселках,

Камнем лежать или гореть звездой? Звездой.

Солнце моё, взгляни на меня,

Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак.

И если есть порох - дай огня,

Вот так.

Кто пойдет по следу одинокому?

Сильные да смелые головы сложили в поле в бою.

Мало кто остался в светлой памяти,

В трезвом уме да с твёрдой рукой в строю, в строю

Солнце моё, взгляни на меня,

Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак.

И если есть порох — дай огня,

Вот так.

Где же ты теперь, воля вольная?

С кем же ты теперь ласковый рассвет встречаешь? Ответь.

Хорошо с тобой, да плохо без тебя,

Голову да плечи терпеливые под плеть, под плеть.

Солнце моё, взгляни на меня,

Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак.

И если есть порох — дай огня,

Вот так.

Солнце моё, взгляни на меня,

Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак.

И если есть порох — дай огня,

Вот так.

После песни видео на экране закончилось.

-Большое спасибо, Брейн Бернардович. Можете сесть на своё место-сказал Некромикон.

Брейн сел на своё место. С его глаз немного текло слёз, но он пытался не рыдать.

-Брейн, всё хорошо?-спросил ему Пинки, который сидел рядом с ним.

-Не разговаривай со мной пока я в печали-ответил ему Брейн.

-Прости-извинился Пинки.

Через полчаса все вышли на улицу и похоронили секретную команду и их детей рядом с студией. На первой могиле были: просто портреты Нелли, Ланки, Эндермена, Рассела, Фени и Дины, а под ними было написано "и их дети". На второй могиле был портрет Ларри. Пинки, Брейн, две Джулии, Рори, Минди и Гаджет с грустью смотрели на эти могилы. Пинки, у которого было много слёз, громко заплакал и обнял Брейна. Сам Брейн, так как он грустный, не хотел оттолкнуть или ударить Пинки, так как с его глаз текло больше слёз.

-Брейн, чем мы будем делать завтра вечером?-спросил голубоглазый сквозь слёзы.

-Не знаю, Пинки...У меня теперь вообще пропало желание делать то, что я хочу много лет...-ответил розовоглазый.

-То есть...-начал понять Пинки.

-Да...С этого момента я не буду захватывать мир...-ответил Брейн.

-О, Брейн...-сказал Пинки и прижал его к себе.

-Ларри, прости меня...Но я не смогу захватить мир без тебя...Мне будет не хватать тебя...-думал про себя Брейн глядя на портрет своего лучшего друга, которого теперь больше не вернуть.

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The Girl At The Bar

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x f!Reader

Summary: You need to put on the self-defense classes that Diego gave you one day. It turns out that not everything goes as expected.

Warnings: fights, violence (nothing much described), two idiots in love, mention of knives and guns, fluff, a lot of fluff. Sorry if i forget some warning.

Word Count: 3.752

A/N: This is part of another bigger story with Diego that I'm writing, but it didn't fit anywhere. I decided to leave it here.

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The same country melody was already playing for the tenth time in the bar, even though you had heard the song for the first time not long ago, you already knew it completely from so many times you heard it. But it was part of the job, right?

One of the perks of working there was that you were normally a night person, so it hardly got in the way of your day to day life. In fact, it should be the only advantage, because the salary was mediocre, but enough for you to survive and still save a little money to be able to invest in something better than that.

“Hi sweetie” a male voice interrupted you as you finished organizing some drinks “One more shot”.

“One moment please” you asked as you ran in your heels until you reached the other side of the bar to deliver the drinks. When he returned, he saw that the man was still waiting for the dose, with a not very good expression “Sorry for the delay”.

"Just because I'm an old man doesn't earn your attention?" he growled, making you roll your eyes.

"Today the bar is full of customers, again I apologize for the delay" you just said, filling his glass.

“How long have you been working here?” he tried to bring up the subject and even against your will, he stayed there out of politeness.

“A few months ago”

“Well, your face is not familiar to me at all. Do you have a house to support?”

"Bills to pay, food to buy..." you listed, ready to turn your back on him.

"I don't know if the old attendant told you, but if you want, some guys can help you get paid a little more" the man said with a mischievous smile between his lips, which were wrapped in a whitish beard "I mean, you're not the kind of woman who goes unnoticed.”

You stared at him in bewilderment for a few seconds, knowing exactly what he was suggesting. It was a common thing in that bar, if you wanted to earn a tip on the outside, you could do some kind of service on the outside too, which was totally against what you thought.

“Do you need any more drinks?” you asked in a harsh tone, making your displeasure clear.

“Not yet, honey,” he muttered something in a tone you can't hear and backed away from the counter.

To the side, you could see Timmy laughing at the situation. He was a great companion at the bar, considering that his parents, who owned the place, didn't make a point of helping or even giving him a dollar to stay there. Even God would doubt all the bizarre things the two of you have seen during the long nights.

The day went by faster than you expected, closing your time as usual at 2 A.M. You were exhausted, you had no idea how people were in the mood to go out and drink so much on a Wednesday.

“Did you notice the way that guy looked at you?” Timmy said as he helped you carry some bags to the dump.

“He was a pervert, he was waiting for me to offer an extra service”

“How disgusting” the brunette stated, shaking his hands to get rid of the rest of the dirt “I really don't know how you have the courage to stay in this place. Strange men, going out at dawn... Aren't you afraid?”

"Sometimes yes, but I'm always protected" You bent down just enough to show the shiny hilt of the knife you carried in your boot.

"I don't know if I'm more relaxed or nervous knowing this" he laughed, taking a few steps in the opposite direction of yours "See you tomorrow?"

"Certainly. See you later Timmy!”

You turned your back and then hurried your steps to your apartment. The way wasn't very long, but the city streets looked sinister at that time of night and as much as your best friend insisted that you use his car, you didn't think it was fair, after all he also worked at that time.

After a few minutes walking, you heard a strange noise coming from one of the alleys you had just passed, it sounded like something heavy falling to the ground. Between seeing what it was and getting out of there as quickly as possible, you opted for the second option.

As soon as you arrived at the building, climbed the stairs and quickly entered your apartment. You got rid of the overcoat you were wearing, keeping the dress, the thick pantyhose and the boots, turned on the TV and left it on the first movie that came on, while you hunted for something to eat. Without many options, you took some cereal and mixed it with milk and some chocolate chips. It should be enough to keep you going until dawn or until you have the courage to make real food.

Before you could plop down on the couch in the living room and watch Bad Boys, you could hear a discreet knock on the door. You left the cereal on the small coffee table and before you could open the door, you looked through the peephole who the illustrious visitor was at that hour.

“Maybe you're a little late for dinner” you joked as soon as you ran into Diego Hargreeves.

“I can keep the leftovers” without much ceremony, he entered the apartment.

The friendship of years you had worked that way.

They both had extreme freedom with each other, which included visits at inopportune hours and a constant intrusion into each other's lives. It all started when they had neighboring windows, even when they were children. Years passed, the two grew up and even though life insisted that you lived in different worlds, fate seemed to insist on putting you together.

“I need your help” he handed a small box in your hand, which you identified as a first aid box “I ended up cutting myself, the place is kind of bad for me to do the stitches”.

"Or you're just scared" you punctuated, guiding him to the couch "Let's take a look at this"

Diego removed his hand from his left arm, where the cut was. It wasn't that deep, but it would need some stitches. In addition to really being a difficult place to do a bandage yourself.

“May I know how you did it?”

"A silly fight, I ended up getting distracted" he just said, not looking too happy about it "But the other guy got a lot worse".

“Diego Hargreeves getting distracted? Wow!" you teased him and you can see a corner smile from him “You have to be more careful, it's not like you're Batman”.

“I'm the improved version” as much as he tried to hide it, you saw him tense a little as he felt the cotton against the wound.

“Does that make me your Robin?”

“My Alfred at most, back in the days when he still didn't have ten percent of the intelligence he actually has” Diego grumbled as he felt you pinch him. The brunette stretched to check what was left on the table "Don't tell me that's your dinner".

“That or ice cubes. It was what I had available.”

“Corazón, and I thought I was in a bad way,” he laughed, turning away as you started to stitch the first stitch.

"I have no idea what you called me, but I agree with everything else."

“How was the bar today?” he asked and you knew that Diego genuinely cared about—and hated—his job.

"The same. Same boring music, same old bastards who don't even lend themselves to leaving a tip" he listed patiently "The funniest part is I'm sure the worst guys are the same guys I'd meet at a Sunday church with their family ”.

“You need to find a new job, really. Why not try to answer it here at your apartment? Or I don't know, become a nurse. You were always good at patching people up.”

“You know why” you just replied.

You had lived through a whole drama of father, mother and all possible family problems. Your mother was a nurse and your father a constant troublemaker, the main reason you know how to do the basics of caring for someone. And it certainly wasn't something you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude” Diego turned to you as soon as he felt you place the bandage over the stitches “Although you're a little troublemaker, I know you're better than that, I'm sure”.

“It's okay Dee” you smiled at him and stretched just enough to put the first aid kit on the table and grab your cereal bowl “Want to share dinner?”

“Sounds delicious” he said in a cynical tone, receiving a slight push from you “No thanks. Mind if I stay here a little longer? I like this movie, it's been a while since I've seen it again."

“And since when do you ask to stay?”

"You're right, you still need to give me the keys to this little joint."

After you finished your dinner, the last thing you remembered was snuggling under Diego until sleep was stronger than you.

You woke up with the sun's rays bothering your eyes, as well as the heat in your body. Did you remember sleeping on the couch, but you were waking up in your bed, without your boots and covers. You got up and walked to the kitchen, seeing on the sink a small brown package and your knife, wrapped in a piece of leather. On each of them, there was a small note.

Decent food

I sharpened your knife. Don't forget to store it with this protection so you don't hurt yourself.

You used to call Diego a heartless shrew or even a manwhore, but you knew that there, behind so much sharp stuff capable of killing half the world, he had a good heart, which sometimes left you shaken.

The day passed calmly, with plenty of time for you to rest and prepare for the next shift. Despite that, it was like a different day from the others. A strange atmosphere, something that made you shiver.

“Timmy!” You called your barmate, taking advantage of the fact that the most intense movement had not yet started “Are you feeling anything a little off today?”

“For me, everything is calm. I heard a conversation or two of some fight that happened, but nothing big” he filled two shots of tequila and handed one to you “Here, it will put those paranoia out of your mind”.

"I hope it really works" you tried to convince yourself and downed your drink, ready to return to your services.

After washing a huge pile of glasses, you can see that the bar had filled up a little more. What caught your attention right away was a guy, different from the one who used to frequent the place. He was much younger and seemed out of step with the environment, in addition to having his eyes fixed on the counter where you were.

You tried to ignore the negative thoughts it made you have and go about your routine. The rest of the night remained as normal as possible, the same music, familiar faces, same shots of whiskey served in questionable amounts.

You felt some relief when you threw the last garbage bag at the end of the day. The next day was Friday and it was your day off, a rare moment that would be put to good use marathoning anything on Netflix.

As usual, you followed at a hurried pace on your way home. About halfway through, you can hear a truck pull up a little behind you and decide to ignore it, like any other noise you hear at 2.AM.

“Hey sweetie!” a male voice called. When squinting, you saw a tall man with a serious expression walk towards you. The same weird guy from the bar “You! I just want to ask a question.”

Just a question. You thought. It seemed like a lame excuse. Of the few options you had, you decided to go with the most unlikely to work. You pretended to drop something and bent down to pick it up, reaching into your boots and pulling out the knife, hiding it in your jacket sleeve.

"How can I help you?" You used your most cynical tone, turning to him.

“I see you work at Thunders, did you hear about something that happened around the bar yesterday?” he asked, approaching. You stood firm, even though you felt it wasn't going to end well.

"I haven't heard of anything, maybe when I get back to the bar I can find out" you suggested, adjusting the knife hidden under your coat sleeve "If that's all, I wish you a good night."

“Not really” a shiver ran through your body as you felt something sharp touch your belly “My old man left the hospital this afternoon. They say he got beaten up by a bitch at the bar.”

“The place isn't usually frequented by women, but like I said, I can try to find something out” you said again, adjusting the knife in your hand.

“Let's settle it calmly, okay? Just get in the truck and we'll be on our way.” He pressed the knife to the point where you felt your skin burn under it.

Before you could lose what little courage you had, you tried to remember the pseudo-self-defense classes you'd taken. Over the years Diego had tried to teach you, but you weren't exactly a good student. They always ended up either dropping out of class or going to the first bar they came across.

Quickly, you took his hand away from your belly and used all the strength of your knee to hit him in the private parts. As soon as he doubled over in pain, you used the knife to try to hit the man, but the only thing you managed to do was get a full punch in the middle of your face.

Despite staggering back a few steps, you quickly recovered and tried to dodge him. Even without knowing how, you managed to land another blow on him, who didn't wait long to try to fight back. You waited for the contact ready to try to swerve and run as far away as possible, but he didn't come. The only thing you heard was a scream of horror shrilling from the man's throat and a knife stabbed through his hand. Shit

You watched Diego walk towards the man and hit him several times. Whoever it was didn't seem to want to fight anymore, yet Hargreeves insisted. You felt something hot on your face and it didn't take much to know that your nose was gushing blood, you took off your jacket anyway and put it on your nose, seeing that Diego also seemed to have given up fighting with the man and listened to what he had to say. to say. He dropped it on the floor and said nothing. Diego took your waist and your elbow and guided you to the car.

“Did you know it was me there? How did you get there so fast?” you asked as he started the engine and in response, there was only silence.

The way to your apartment was quick and he remained quiet the entire way, just like when he entered your house and accompanied you until you were sitting on the living room sofa.

"Are you really not going to talk to me?" you asked as you saw him head towards the kitchen “I mean, I hit that guy before he hit me, that's what you taught me, isn't it?”

“Why didn't you run?” his voice was frighteningly low.

"I told you, I hit him first, I had the upper hand"

“He had a knife and told me he had another gun in the car. Why didn't you run?” this time his voice came out louder and more furious than you were used to hearing "You don't get in a fight with someone bigger than you."

“I don't remember you teaching that. Just 'hit the lower parts, the eyes, try to be faster' there was nothing to run in your teachings" you imitated his tone of voice, taking the cloth off your face and seeing his reaction, covered your bloody face again “Since when is running self-defense?”

“Don't be stupid”

“I'm just repeating what you taught me. If I am stupid, you are even more”

“I taught it, but you were never supposed to use it. I should be there!” His scream made you cringe on the couch a little in fright.

"I'm going to take a shower, try to soften this and then we'll talk more calmly" you said already leaving towards the bathroom, without even giving him a chance to apologize.

A good part of the bath was for you to remove any traces of blood from your body, you hadn't been hurt too much, just the nose that was bleeding, but it didn't look broken and a small cut on the belly, nothing too deep. You got the first T-shirt and pajama shorts. When returning to the room, you can see Diego walking from one side to the other. His knives and daggers were no longer attached to his body and when he noticed your presence, he seemed to come out of a distant reverie.

“Can I see if it hurt?” he asked in a much calmer tone, approaching you.

“No big deal, just a little cut there” you lifted your shirt and showed the small wound “And a punch to the face, no big deal”

"Let me see" he pleaded and placed both hands on your face, lifting and turning to see possible other injuries. Only then did you notice how icy and shaky his hands were.

“Dee, is everything okay?” you asked and for a few seconds saw him open and close his mouth, trying to say something that seemed too difficult at that moment “It's okay. Remember how your mother taught? Just imagine the words.”

“I-Im.. So-” he took a deep breath again “I'm sorry”

"Why? I should thank you, you showed up at the right time”

"Can we talk?" you nodded to his question and he gently took your hand and guided you to the couch. Diego sat in front of you and seemed to analyze your every expression.

"What's up?"

“Promise not to hate me?” he asked and you agreed. After so long, it was impossible to walk away or hate him. "You know how much I hate that you work in that bar, right?"

"Okay, you've said that many times."

“Since you got in there, I always make sure you're okay, since you're stubborn enough not to use my car” he explained and noticed that you didn't seem to understand “Every day at 2 A.M., I stay close to the bar, I wait for you to go out and I accompany you home. When I see you come in and go upstairs, I know you're safe so I can get back to work.”

“Why did you never tell me that?” you asked, noticing some shame in him in telling such a story “I mean, if you did this every day, you could have told me, I could try not to bother you in any way”.

“You don't bother me,” he replied immediately. “Yesterday, an old guy, strange looking, left the bar early and waited until closing time. I kept an eye on him, and then you left to leave and he started following you and I lost my mind.”

“Grey beards, dark cap and short?” you listed and Diego nodded “He talked to me yesterday, he wanted to…”

“I know, I made him talk and then I came here”

"He did that?" you gently touched where you had bandaged him.

"It doesn't matter. That boy today was his son, he wanted some kind of revenge for his father” Diego said dejectedly, taking your hand and placing a chaste kiss “I'm sorry for putting you in the middle of this”.

You didn't answer, you just wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and hugged him with all the strength you had. He pulled you up and put you practically sitting on his lap, with your back resting on the arm of the couch.

"I promise not to let that happen again" he murmured against your neck.

“Don't be dramatic” you said against his shoulder “You saved me Dee, that's what matters. I love you"

“I love you too my sunshine” hearing that nickname after so long made butterflies fly in your stomach. You pulled back far enough to see his face, but you didn't get off Diego's legs.

“You saved me, but I have my merits. I wanted to meet Klaus to say that I can finally be called number two and a half because I know how to fight” you laughed to yourself at your own realization, but Diego seemed inert in his own thoughts “Two and seventy-five maybe?”

“Is that promise not to hate me still standing?”

“Depends, what do you mean?”

Diego chose not to respond. The only thing you felt was one of his hands pulling your face closer and his lips capturing yours, in a kiss that didn't last long, interrupted by your grunt of pain.

“Okay, that's definitely broken.” You brought your hands to your nose, where you'd felt a sharp stab of pain.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital"

“Who said the promise to hate you included kissing me?” you said just to upset him, while mentally you cursed your own nose for messing up the moment “I'm kidding, I would never get mad about it, the opposite actually”.

"And that's why I'm taking you to the hospital right now" he saw you get to your feet and then followed you. Before you take a step towards your room to get your things, you can feel the floor almost crumble under your feet as you feel him kiss the curve of your neck. "It took me years to have the courage to do this, I need you to improve so I can make up for lost time".

“Promise revoked Diego. I hate you"

[ira-hydrangea]

Hey! ^^ I was wondering about you Encanto!Yuu, imagine this: At one point the Madrigal family reunite with Yuu and meet the NRC students and staff how do would they would interract? Also how do you think the Madrigal would react when they found out about Malleus's crush on Yuu after he would had asked for abuela's blessing to officialy court Yuu?(Yuu would had told him about their family and that abuela is the head of the family)

I make headcanons for this idea. Hope you didn't mind.

Asking for your family blessings (Malleus Draconia)

The world of Twisted Wonderland and Madrigals is already connected. Now, few can easily move between the world, and Yuu still attending the NRC as a student.

Malleus Draconia

He is a prince. He knows this. That's why he has been extremely careful in the matter of courting you. It takes a whole year to make an arrangement.

You already visited the Valley of Thorn so many times. Maleficent, Malleus's Grandmother even has a liking towards you. The whole kingdom also rejoices when they know you will be their queen. You win everyone's hearts and nobody opposes this wedding.

Now into the main problem... Your family.

Malleus know from a few of your stories, the one that will be hard to convince is your grandmother, Abuela Nana. He is afraid of a judgment your family going to give.

He only meets with your father, Bruno. But never talk with the rest of your family. Even after the portal opened and connected Twisted Wonderland to your world.

So with a plan made by Lilia, he will ask for all of your family blessings before officially engaging with you.

Skip to tomorrow morning, Malleus come with not the best weather. Do you know the sound effects of the thunder? Yea... He comes exactly like that.

The Madrigal family just finish eating breakfast before they open the front door and see Malleus looming in there. Few scream...

"Calm down, every one of you." Abuela's voice comes from behind them before going face to face with Malleus.

"Can I help you?" Her stern voice can be heard.

"Apologies for this sudden visit but may I talk with you? There is something I want to ask you." Said Malleus.

"Hold up! You do not even introduce yourself. How can we know that you are not dangerous?" Pepa voice comes next and one person comes down from the stairs.

"Malleus? What are you doing here?" Who else but Bruno itself.

"Tio Bruno, You know this guy?" Camillo ask.

"Y-yes. He is Yuu friend from that Twisted Wonderland world. Don't worry. He is harmless. Most of the time." Bruno answered. Abuela looks at the situation before allowing him to come inside.

The first step is done. Although your family is still alerted.

When all of the family is seated in the dining rooms. Malleus finally utter his word on his plan to marry you after introducing himself properly.

Everyone is shocked. Bruno even passes out.

Well most of them have different expressions. Pepa is so excited that the storm outside is cleared. Felix, Mirabel's Father, and Bruno just stared in shock. Camillo is weirded by this. Dolores and Julieta smile. Isabella is also excited for her cousin that she grows so many roses. Antonio's smile is very big. Abuela and Luisa just silently look at him while Mirabel didn't know what to say.

"My- my daughter is being courted... THIS FATHER STILL CAN NOT LET GO!!" Bruno said between tears.

"Are you like non-human or something? Can you even marry my cousin?"

"Hush, Camillo!" Dolores reminded.

"What? It's true!"

"Did you think he has another motive?" Luisa whisper to Isabella.

"I don't think so but I can't wait to see a wedding!" Isabella answer.

"Oh! Isn't this exciting? Such a happy announcement in such early in the morning." Pepa said while starting to imagine their wedding. Felix needs to calm her down because the sun is too bright by now.

Malleus thinks this is a success until Mirabel opposes this. Saying that even if they all know what he is capable of. She can't just let her precious cousin get taken courted like that! They do not even know him very well yet. How they can be sure, that Yuu will be happy with them.

Abuela thinks of Mirabel's words and nods. Malleus feels depressed by this outcome until Abuela's voice snaps him out of it.

"It's still early for you to court my granddaughter. However, I am willing to give you a chance."

Maybe this is not a failure after all. Now it's his turn to win Madrigal's family's approval before he put this ring into Yuu's finger.

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

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“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "Do you want me to hurt him?" / inspired by 'telephone' by lady gaga

♡ pairing: bart allen ( impulse ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / my schedule is going to become more sporadic starting next week :/ i'm going to keep the warning up until next week.

"Bart, shut up," you said, jokingly pushing him. he laughed, handing you the ice cream, "what? I'm serious! I just think that mint chocolate is better. if you have just mint, it'll taste like toothpaste and if you have just chocolate, it's too sweet so mint chocolate is a good even ground," he explained.

you felt your phone vibrate as Jinny spoke up, talking about how Bart and Connor shared one brain cell outside of the field. looking down to see who was ringing you, you saw that it was your god forsaken boyfriend for the 100th time.

"oooo, who is that?" Bart asked, looking over to your phone. he read the wall of text you had received but you quickly shut your phone off, not bothering to read it, "you gonna answer that?" he asked, a small bit of jealousy bubbling up inside him.

"don't really feel like it," you quickly said, trying to remain off that topic. Bart, clearly annoyed, snatched your phone and put it in his pocket, "than let's forget about him, right?" he asked, putting on his annoyed fake smile.

Tim and Jinny saw the very irritated face Bart had and looked to each other as they shook their heads, "those two I swear," Jinny huffed out in annoyance. "more like ( your name )," he replied, "Bart could admit his feelings to her face and she still wouldn't do anything about that horrid boyfriend of hers."

the two of them stifled giggles from each other as they watched the two of you continue to flirt openly. it was no secret to anyone on the team. it was very clear to everyone on the YJ team, the Titans, even the JLA knew that the two of you liked each other....a lot but it was that stupid boyfriend of yours that got in the way of Bart ever truly expressing his feelings for you.

"what is everyone's plans after this?" you asked the team as they all murmured different answers, indicating that they were all busy. you sighed, trying not go straight up at the moment because you knew that you'd have to deal with your boyfriends calls when you got there, "I'll stay out with ya!" Bart replied as he saw the empty park bench.

you gave him a grin, "thanks Allen. you're a life saver," you exclaimed, waving everyone off goodbye. you walked to the bench, Bart following right behind you as Bart felt your phone ringing again.

there had been a scarce few times where you did call Bart with your boyfriend problems. it was usually late at night. probably inching near three in the morning when you called him sobbing, asking him if you deserved to go through the bullshit you were dealing with your boyfriend.

Bart always felt himself getting angry whenever he received those calls. you sounded so heartbroken, tired, and emotional. he was always there to help pick you back up but not even a few days later, you were back with him, telling Bart that your boyfriend needed you now more than ever.

"he's still angry that you're hanging out with me? do you want me to hurt him?" he asked, finally taking your phone out of your pocket. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "Bart no. he thinks that my 'job' is taking too much time away from him and I being together. I swear, it's like hearing a broken record. one minute, he's mad and wants to break up and the next second, he's at my door asking for forgiveness," you explained, frustrated.

Bart squeezed your hand, tapping his fingers on top yours, "you know what you need to do," he replied, giving you a serious look. you stared at him, biting your lip, "it's hard, Bart. he's going through a lot and I'll feel guilty if I just leave him," you whispered taking his hand and holding it.

"you literally fight villains for a living and you're scared of that? you know you deserve more," Bart said, "and I've seen the way you look at other girls who decide to flirt with me," he joked, trying to break the tension. "shut up, it's not even like that," you lied, making Bart even laugh more. "but seriously, you know it's not secret that I like you." you sighed, not knowing what to say as you put your head on his shoulder.

the silence wasn't exactly awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. there had been multiple times when Bart had told you his true feelings for you and every time he did, you responded with a hum or a 'okay Bart'.

it wasn't that you didn't accept his true feelings. it was far from that. you actually did like the speedster but you knew Bart could do a lot better. you knew Bart deserved someone who actually deserved him and that person wasn't you. you weren't as cute or funny as he was. he deserved someone like Cassie. smart, funny, and cute.

+

the YJ tower was completely empty aside from you and Bart. everyone was out doing their own thing. Tim and Connor were at their respective homes. Jinny and Amethyst were out doing god knows what meanwhile Keli and Cassie had gone to the movies to watch a film they both had been dying to see so that just left you and Bart in the lair to do as you pleased.

"Bart, hand me the remote," you said lazily. he handed it to you as you turned it off, getting up and stretching yourself out. Bart stared at you confused, "why'd you turn it off? I was watching that!" he exclaimed. you threw the remote across the couch and getting him up, "lets do something productive and make dinner or something," you replied enthusiastically.

Bart rolled his eyes but got up nonetheless. he followed you to the kitchen as you played music through the speakers that were built on the wall. "what're you making?" he asked, seeing you take out things that made no sense.

you looked over your options and realized you could make some kind of stew or a soup of some kind. "beef and gravy stew! we have enough things to make enough for the team and seconds for the both of us," you said, getting the things from the cupboards and having Bart start to chop every thing up.

you knew Bart was dumb but that didn't mean he wasn't a kick ass cook. there had been multiple times where he had made everyone dinner or dinner even for the two of you and it always turned out amazing. you dumped every thing that Bart had chopped up and proud it into the pot before grabbing a few things from the fridge and making the gravy that had to poured in. it didn't take long but the two of you had to wait until the pot boiled up in order for it to be ready.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played over the speakers as you finally turned over to Bart and smiled, "we just need for it to boil and it'll be ready!" you exclaimed. he nodded as you started singing the song out loud. not particularly towards him but a warm feeling in his gut made him get butterflies as you continued.

"you know I'm just a flight away, if you want it, you can take a private plane."

you looked up to Bart, wanting to give him another smile but he quickly got rid of any questioning thoughts and went in for a kiss. you were taken back in surprise. this was the first time Bart had ever put his feelings forward and actually gave you a kiss.

his kisses were soft. they weren't rushed which was ironic considering all Bart was, was being fast and always on the move. you had placed your hands on his thighs as you made the kiss even deeper. it took you a few seconds to register what you were doing when alarms rang off in your head. you had a boyfriend and by continuing to kiss Bart, you were technically cheating on him.

"Bart no, I can't," you murmured, pushing yourself off of him. he gave you a defeated look, understanding where you coming from, "I'm sorry," you replied, going back to the food and trying to forget that you even made the move to reciprocate the kiss. in the back of your mind though, knew it that kiss meant that you had fell for Bart and hard.

+

"I have to head home, it's getting late and we patrol tomorrow night so I think it's best we head back," you whispered knowing you'd have to deal with your stingy boyfriend when you got home. Bart gave your hand one more squeeze before getting up, "see you later," Bart murmured, getting the inkling feeling that he'd probably receive a phone call tonight from you.

you nodded, making your way towards your apartment. you had a fuck ton of messages from your boyfriend and over ten missed calls by the time you sat comfortably in your couch. you finally dialed him back, instantly getting a bunch of curse words thrown at you for not picking up.

it felt like hours when the two of you finally stopped arguing with each other. it ended with you in tears and your voice hoarse as you had finally grown the nerve to break up with him. you knew for your mental health that it was time to do it and truthfully, your feelings for Bart were growing more and more every time you saw him. there was no point in continuing the relationship if you were no longer having feelings for him and although you felt guilty by doing it, you ripped it off like a band aid.

you grabbed your phone and clicked on Bart's number. Bart on the other hand shifted in his bed, seeing your contact light up his phone. he groggily picked it up, "hey," he said in that sleepy tone of his. you hiccuped, trying to control your tears, "can you come over?" you whispered, the crack of thunder scaring you shitless, "I really need someone right now."

Bart sighed, telling you to give him a minute before hanging up. Bart had no idea how many more of these late night sleepovers he had left in him. he sped over to your place, grabbing the secret key from the back of the broken piece of wood that was attached to your door frame. he opened it, seeing you sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and your hiccups still overcoming your body.

"what's wrong?" he asked. you stared at him, tears instantly rushing down your face, "I deserve to be happy right?" he nodded almost immediately, "than why do I feel so shitty because I broke up with him?" you asked.

Bart stared at you, not believing what he was hearing. you had finally broken up with that shitty boyfriend and he was the first person you contacted.

"because that's what manipulative people do ( your name )," he whispered, "they make you feel like shit for things that you didn't even do. you're perfect and he didn't deserve you or anyone like you. especially you though," he joked, bracing you even harder for a hug. he knew it would be wrong to try and make a move but gave you a kiss on the top of your head and whispered nothing but supportive things into your ear as you tried to calm yourself down.

the rain happening outside and Bart's words were lulling you to sleep as Bart hadn't even realized that you were passing out on his side. it wasn't until you hadn't moved that Bart realized you were not longer awake. he grabbed your body, lifting you up bridal style before making his way to your room.

he placed you down on your bed with every intention of just letting you sleep and him heading home but you grabbed onto his body, sleepily saying that he was going to stay here. you hadn't even said it as a question but more as a statement. he didn't argue with it; however, and he had thankfully came over in his pajamas as he scooted you over a bit and crawled in.

you smiled softly, hugging him instantly and passing out once again. Bart placed a small kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your ear, "you'll be mine one day, didn't I tell you that?" he murmured before trying to fall back asleep.

[helloalycia]

overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

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"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

[baeklination]

With My Favourite Ally

Date: 210923

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, a lot of general fucking, anal, mouth fucking (incl. gagging), sucking, fingering, water*1, eating out, buttplug, gen.expl.lang.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 7,1k

NOTE: *1. Yes, people - we have a shower scene. 2. It's a bit on the rough side at times, so remember that things are said/done in - and with - love.

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"...so they closed it off, but if you take the exit just before that one you'll be okay", Gemma explains over the speaker.

"Yeah, okay. It should be on the GPS, I think. We wouldn't want to make a…"

"WRONG TURN!"

"WRONG TURN!"

Too many times you've laughed at that joke - too many times you've seen that movie.

"Oh, wait, here he comes", you say, hearing the keys in the door. "Baekhyun..?"

"Yeah..?"

"Your GPS shows roadworks, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Hi", he says, giving you a quick kiss. "Do we have to take a different route?"

"Roadworks. Nothing cumbersome", Gemma assures him.

"Why can't you be friends with people who live in the city", Baekhyun jokes, speaking loudly for Fiona to hear.

"Hey, Baekhyun..! The ocean breeze will do you good, you'll see… So anyway, see you tomorrow? And remember you don't have to…"

A package of hard plastic lands on the table in front of you, flipping it around you raise your eyebrows and look at Baekhyun.

"...just come as you are."

"Yeah, sure. I'll call when we get there, let you know. Bye, Gem."

"Bye..!"

"A little small, no?"

Baekhyun takes a spoonful of your ice cream, shaking his head as he drags the spoon out.

"It's not for you, honey."

"Oh?"

"When you told me you were getting your nails done I felt kinda…"

"Ah, you felt kinda…", you smile at him.

"Yeah. And I thought I'd get an upgrade. You done with dinner?"

"You want to try it now? A size jump? What if it hurts tomorrow?"

He cradles your hand in his, kissing it and smiling mischievously.

"Is that how you felt when you met me..?"

Rolling eyes in head and tongue in mouth, you sigh at his cheek.

"Actually, you're right, Baekhyun. I can't wait."

"And then…", he says, getting to his knees in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs. "...we do it my way."

Baekhyun moans with delight when you press the circle against his hole, securing the plug.

"Can you move?"

"Now why…", he says, pulling you over him. "...are you treating me like a virgin? It's only bigger… Yes, I can move. Or were you hoping I wouldn't be able to..?"

He almost rips your zipper in two when he opens it, but without a care in the world for Maison, he continues to put his hand down your trousers. Twirling your panties around his hand, dragging them upwards, he teases your clit.

"Go change into something I like..?", he asks sweetly, planting juicy kisses on your lips. "Maybe...something black..? Do that for me?"

The way he asks, you'd wear any and every piece of clothing he likes… But also: the way he asks, what he likes may be in tatters by morning, so you don't pick from the high-end side. Giving him a dramatic twirl (mostly in jest) you show off your pick: a spaghetti-strapped mesh body - black.

"Good enough?"

He stops stroking himself, eagerly opening his arms when you join him on the bed - you in turn eagerly open your lips to his. They move delicately but hungrily on your mouth, matching his hands caressing your waist, thighs and rounding the curve of your ass, jiggling it.

"What's this?", he coos playfully, smacking you.

"Hey, I'm wearing a dress tomorrow. No marks", you remind him.

"The new one?"

"Yes. So don't-"

"Then your body's fine", he says and smacks your ass again. "This is fine.. Now be a good little wifey and lay down."

Placing himself behind you, his arm slides around your neck almost like a chokehold, but he keeps his hand firmly on your shoulder, grounding him.

Lifting your leg, he watches himself fuck you in the mirror, his dark eyes fixed on your stretched out pussy. He bites his lip, moaning as he rolls his now slick cock in and out.

"Move it…", he whispers deeply behind your ear, referring to the mesh covering you. "I want to see when you get swollen."

Baekhyun's not alone in enjoying the view; seeing yourself being filled by him adds a lewd layer to the act - one you've been partial to since the days you used to do it in front of his TV, for lack of a big mirror.

"This plug...mh…"

"Is it better..?"

"It's on my g-spot every time I push...and with your pussy around me…", he mumbles stickily, moving faster. "Ohh…"

You feel his entire range of motion with his length, curving up, getting thicker, lodging deep - in this position he even strokes just below your entrance when he slides in and out.

"And I thought I was the main event…", you moan, pressing on his back.

"You are my main event."

Letting go of your leg he closes his mouth around your breast, sucking and dragging his teeth over it, breathing salaciously. His saliva is stuck between the pattern of the mesh when he removes his mouth to pull it down, kissing roughly directly on your skin. Your fingers on his neck draws his attention to your mouth, where he buries his tongue deep, tasting every part of it and pushing his hand between your now closed legs and lets it rest in its tight fit as he thrusts hard into you from behind.

Moving back to kneel, he moves the skin on his cock over its head. When it glides over your tongue you taste yourself before his pre-cum eventually dominates the taste in your mouth. It doesn't take long for it to be clear he doesn't want a blowjob, not the way he's pushing his pelvis forward, steadying your head with a hand on the side of your face, so you stay still.

"Mmm...look at that…"

Throwing a glance at the mirror you're met by your puffed up cheeks trying to keep up with Baekhyun's cock.

"Ahh...look at that", he moans huskily, dropping his head back, grabbing his shaft tightly, squeezing a ring around it with his thumb and index, thrusting faster.

Your nose starts running along with your eyes. He ignores the small jerking of your body - he wants the big one. Blowing out air through your coughing, he gets it. You groan, catching your breath, and shake your head at him and his antics.

His hands are soft going down the sides of your face, as soft as soft as his chuckle and subsequent kiss on your temple before he straightens up, angling your head up to take him in your mouth again.

"Don't block me, honey", he demands in a sweet voice, juxtaposed to his wish to shove his cock down your throat.

Trying a slower approach, he lets you relax your jaw before letting him in, the head of his cock now just nudging down the rounded back of your mouth.

Even though tears have stopped gathering in your eyes from roughness, the slow pace means your larynx is blocked for a longer period, so you start feeling your chest - lungs - contract. Trying to match your breaths with his thrusts, you look up at him - the pout on his lips, tilted head and petting of your head tells you he knows exactly what's going on. For Baekhyun it's not about the sensation, not even about the gagging right now; he likes to know that his cock is lodged in your throat, that he has that kind of wife. Slipping his other hand behind your neck he pushes deep, making your muscles try to swallow him - literally. He groans and sucks in through his teeth, exhaling as he slides in again, his stomach pressing on your head.

"Breathe…", he hums, but knows it's gonna be impossible.

Not pulling out for even half a breath, he rolls his hips in quick succession, making you heave and pull back in no time. So, sitting back you glare at him - an act of complaint he adores. You turn sideways, pushing him away when he comes closer. When he tries to grab your hand you swat his away, but Baekhyun's fast; gripping your wrist before you can pull it back he bends your arm behind you. You lean forward to get away from the pain, enabling him to grab your other arm, essentially cuffing them on your back, pushing your head into the mattress. Sure, you could fight him - but do you really want to..?

Aggressively pulling your lingerie to the side he rams his cock into you.

"Ah...Ah", he growls with every hard thrust. "You think I can't see how wet you are?...Ah… Don't pretend you don't like it...Mh!"

Unintentionally, you moan, biting your lip when his groin smacks against you.

"That's it, honey...show me how you feel…", he continues, running his hand up your ass to your hip.

Taking his cock out, he flicks it back-and-forth over your anal, his breathing shaky - he's about to come. Moaning loudly as he slides back in, he lets go of your arms and holds your hips.

"Uh, fuck..!", he groans, as he rams his cock into you as fast as he can. "Shit, turn around… Uh, turn around..."

His speech is barely more than a huff. The moment you start, he pulls out, roughly grabbing your neck and pumps his cock.

"Aghh...aghh", he growls deeply, as his cum spurts over your face. "Ohhh... oh, shi…"

He crashes into the mattress knitting his brows, a necklace of sweat around his throat, glistening down between his pecs.

"Baekhyun..!", you whine, holding your hand out, keeping one eye shut tight.

Swinging his arm by the edge of the bed he comes up with his trousers in hand and gives them to you.

"Here..", he breathes hard, his stomach rising high.

After wiping his cum off, you tuck your hand under his thigh, but he's quick - so quick - to catch it.

"Don't even think about it…"

You bury your head in the covers, jokingly muttering he's no fun. He laughs, but cuts and jumps to a loud wail, again feeling how exhausted he is.

"How was it? I guess I don't have to ask, but..."

"How was it..?", he echoes, putting his hand on his cock. "I… Felt like the pressure of a goddamn fire hose went through me…", he says, rolling over, nuzzling your neck. "But you already know all about that, don't you?"

Sliding his hand between your legs, he glances up and sighs.

"I'll buy you a new one."

•

Whether it's because he feels he might've been a bit too rough or because he actually only has softness left, that's what you always get from him after this type of sex.

Pulling you down to sit on his lap, you brush your teeth in sync, the shushushu filling the bathroom of your otherwise still apartment. Even being done before you he waits, biting his toothbrush between his teeth, resting his hand on your lower back.

The start of a relationship is usually where you do everything together, but the both of you having tiny bathrooms back then meant one at a time which years on turned into double sinks. If Baekhyun is home - if you are - you wash up together. Not saying much, but together.

His stretched out arm is the airstrip personnel: "land here", which you gratefully do. The sheets are cold and make you shiver, but between pulling the covers and finding the warmth of his torso, you soon cosy on in.

"No ailments to report..?", he asks, stroking your arm.

"Nope", you shake your head on his chest. "I guess I'll see the final product tomorrow, but I shouldn't have any problems with the dress. But if I do…"

"If you do, huh..?", he smiles and tips your chin up for a kiss.

Musing for a second he starts giggling, his chest bobbing under your head.

"What?"

"Do you… Do you want me to dig up my old Halloween costume just to be safe? The mummy?"

With Baekhyun being such a dork, even laughing at his own lame jokes, how could you not follow suit?

"Pff, knowing you, you probably already have at least three dirty ideas about it…"

"I might. And knowing you…", he says, stretching to turn off the light."...you probably already have four."

Kissing you good night on the forehead he settles into the mattress with a faint grunt, like a thud in his throat, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

•

You're woken up by Baekhyun's knuckles gracing your ass.

"I know you're not thinking about putting your dick in me before saying good morning…", you mumble, drunk with sleep, not even opening your eyes.

"Never, ma'am", he whispers, keeping his laughter in his throat.

After some shifting, rustling and cool air hitting your back you feel his palm on your cheek, pulling it up. He places a soft kiss on your entrance, following with a few licks, and another kiss.

"Good morning."

"No, stay", you urge, trying to put your hand on his head under the covers.

He tsks when he comes up, pulling your lower body closer.

"I tagged you first. Besides…", he says, pushing the head of his cock into you. "...you'll barely notice, sleepy head."

Not yet wet, the spit on his cock helps, but doesn't provide the same sensuous glide as the real deal, but he semi-waits patiently; only the shortest thrusts once he's lodged his cock in you. Stroking your thigh, your stomach, kissing your shoulder, lightly pinching your nipple between his fingers while your breast lays in his palm. When you place your hand over his and push your ass back he extends his range of motion - now with the sweet glide of your juice - pressing firmly against your body, almost pausing, with every thrust. Turning towards him you tangle your fingers in his hair and enjoy the deep taste of his tongue.

"I guess a good night really does bring a good morning", you smile.

"Then I think it's gonna be a very good morning", he whispers over your lips.

Contrary to increasing his speed, he pulls out altogether and rolls out of bed. Neither far nor long though; he just gets up to pull the curtain to the side. Not completely, just enough to let in more than the echo of light you had, the overcast sky notwithstanding. His naked silhouette is gorgeous against the sliver of daylight - overcast as it may be - shining behind him and as he comes back his wet cock sways with his footsteps.

You get on his lap the moment he sits down, pushing your pussy against his length.

"Sit on me", he whispers hoarsely against your neck, gripping the underside of your legs.

You press his cock harder against your clit, in your hand feeling exactly how turned on he is, and let it stroke you before raising yourself up - and sliding down. Being pushed, Baekhyun doesn't mind laying, barely keeping his hands on your waist, biting his lips, as you pound him.

His thickness feels good, there's no need to rush. The sensation of your entrance hugging around him when you slide up, as if not wanting to let go, the way it stretches when he fills you.

He hums and caresses your stomach with his thumbs, cocking his head.

"Are you trying to get me to breed you, mama..?"

"No…", you shake your head, dropping to his chest, smiling at his remark.

Wrapping his arms around you, light as feathers, he rounds his length deep inside.

"Then why are you working my cock like that, hm?", he asks softly in your hair.

"Cus it's what I like…"

"It's what you like..? Well if it's what you like…"

He lets you sit back up again, but holds your hips firmly above his body, and thrusts. Bracing with his feet he goes just like you did, precise and hard, purposefully hitting your spot to bring out your orgasm. Even behind all the layers of hunger in his eyes, love is evident; the way he looks to see that he pleases you, does it the way you like it even though his morning hard-on is telling him to F...you...up.

With so many years passed, nearly all insecurities about being on display are far gone; you freely touch yourself in front of him - for him. Sliding your palms up your nipples sends a spark to your core, so, wetting your fingers, you run them over your clit, a signal to Baekhyun to thrust faster. With that, he starts moaning, joining in with your heavy breaths and the wet claps from your bodies.

"Baby…", you moan, dropping your head back.

It's impossible not to move your body, make the smacking harder as your fingers work deliciously on your clit. Baekhyun has always loved his morning naughties, so you bite your lip, squeeze your breast and look at him, eyes fluttering.

"Make me come, honey…"

He shivers, then he grunts, and digs his fingers into you. His pounding vibrates all between your legs as his cock pierces you over and over, and it starts your legs stiffening. You tremble and rub harder, desperately keeping your hand in place despite your tense muscles until it hits; shaking, wailing, releasing more fluids on Baekhyun's cock, you come.

He waits patiently as you ride it out, slowly pushing in and out, enjoying the mess you've made on him. Sliding out, you slump down next to him.

"I should start breakfast…", you breathe heavily, pretending to get up.

Baekhyun's hand encircles your upper arm - with a little smack due to the sweaty impact - and he comes up close behind.

"You - wife - are not going anywhere", he huffs, and kneels behind you.

"Higher", you say looking back at him, when he aligns himself.

Laying down on your back, kissing your shoulder he coos:

"Higher?", and wets his finger, gently sliding it in your ass. "You mean here..?"

When you arch deeper he giggles against your back.

"Yeah, I think you mean...right...here…"

Dropping a big ball of spit on his fingers, he smears it over your hole and presses the smooth head of his cock in, taking his time.

"Ahh...ahh...", he moans with every thrust, getting closer to being fully inside you.

Putting his arm around your neck, the right hand holding your hip, he finds his tempo. Seeing your ass being pushed up with every slap from his crotch is the perfect compliment to his burning breath on your shoulder and the ohh's that roll off his tongue every other time he bottoms out.

Pushing in deep, he changes to pressing his elbows in the mattress, clasping his hands together in front of your chest. It's barely that the rest of his body moves, only his ass swinging up and down, pushing your spine together; it's times like these you wish for some kind of reflection, to see Baekhyun's glutes tightening, the curve of his ass down to the back of his equally taut thighs.

"Ah….hhh...hhh...", he breathes hard, a spray of saliva landing on your neck, and he continues. "...hhh...uh, uh, ah", grips your pelvis hard, ramming, heaving out air as he comes in shaky thrusts.

Slowing down, he bounces against your ass, pushes deep, pulling you towards him, moaning. Even after he's settled he sweeps the hair from your neck, kisses you and, humming, rolls his hips.

•

When he's finally ready to get going his embrace reveals his hard-on, so you stick your butt out, poking him.

"Fina-"

"Ooh, don't", he groans and holds you still.

You turn around and look at him, surprised by his odd response.

"I want it to go down", he says and chuckles. "It's 'cus I put the plug in…"

"You did..? That's why you were taking so long..!", you exclaim with a big smile. "Really? Did you really?"

"I did really", he says, mimicking your tone, kissing you over the brow. "It was easier when you did it…"

"Tense?"

"Mm-hm…", he nods, putting his shoes on. "But it's fi-ine now. Shit..."

Straightening himself up, he puts his hand over his bulge and bites his lip.

It's both sexy and sweet, knowing he has it in - and that he did it in part for you.

"Are you gonna be okay to drive?", you ask, trying not to laugh.

"I'll be fine, hun. And when we get there…", he says, lifting his brow with a smile.

•

After some initial gasping and groaning, Baekhyun managed to get used to sitting with the plug, and now, twenty minutes on, you don't pay it very much mind - except for the occasional realisation that the sexiest man you know is three feet away from you with a sex toy in his ass.

With not much traffic outside of the city, Baekhyun is free to let his fingertips caress the nape of your neck as you lean towards the window, into the warming sunlight.

"I really love fucking you in the ass in the morning…", he says languidly.

"You make it sound as if I usually say no…", you murmur.

"No", he says, weaving his fingers into yours, giving your hand a kiss before resting them on your thigh. "Not at all."

With such a picturesque atmosphere it's no wonder you doze off.

Baekhyun loves singing in the car and though he's dreadfully out of tune it makes you happy to see him happy; tapping his thumb on the steering wheel, swaying his head, feeling good.

"...gateun geudaen yeppeoyo-oh-oh-ooh..!"

"CHUAYO!"

"CHUAYO!"

"Oh, you're up."

"Mm…", you sigh drowsily. "What time is it?"

"Hm, ten to four."

"Oh, it felt more like an hour than fifteen."

"Did I wake you up too early this morning? Go back to sleep...", he says, stroking your head.

"I'm not tired anymore. I wasn't even to begin with, I think."

Why are men sexy when they drive? There's nothing inherently sexy about, yet they are. At least your man is…

Nonchalantly you place your hand between his legs. He doesn't say anything, merely grunts when he slides forward a bit, touching the corners of his mouth with his fingers. He quickly becomes stiff in your hand - partly thanks to his toy, you suspect - so you put your hand down his trousers. A nudge with your fingers and his cock stands straight up in his boxers, an appetising protrusion against your palm. His hand automatically finds your thigh, squeezing it, when you drag your nails over the rim of his head. Faintly bucking his groin, he looks in both the rearview- and side mirror.

"Take it out", he says, voice thick with lust.

Contrary to traffic safety regulations you slip under the top part of the belt and lean to his side. Not pulling his pants down means you can't access his entire length, but it's nonetheless a good mouthful. Baekhyun's cock still tastes of this morning's semen since you decided on showering on arrival, bringing up images of the morning as well.

"Agh…"

His fingers tip tap under the hem of your trousers, trying to slide in, grab your ass, but it's too tight, so he lets them rest where they are. His arousal amuses you, so you push him to the back of your throat.

"Mmm...", he groans, running his hand up your back. "Let's pull in at a rest stop…"

Releasing him, but pumping, you shake your head. Throwing a glance to the side he looks almost worried, running his hand along your neck, his thumb petting your earlobe.

"Why not..?"

Then he chuckles softly through his nose and manages to put at least half of his mouth on your lips while still watching the road.

"Is it too base for my baby? Hm..?"

"No, but it's too soon for my baby", you say and sit back, nodding towards his backside.

He grimaces and squeezes himself, letting go with a loud sigh and pulls his trousers up.

"I know… You're right."

"You'll thank me when we get there", you affirm and take his hand.

"Oh, I'll something you…"

•

"...are you sure? Oh, my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's o-kay, relax..!", Gemma assures you on the other end of the line. "It's not your fault the highway jammed up, and I much prefer to have you guys groomed and clean when you do get over here."

"Argh..! Yeah, I know, but aish… Whatever, okay. We'll hurry up and see you soon."

After making good time - not pulling in at a rest stop - the highway had suddenly become crammed with cars with little to no movement in forty-five minutes, leading to you having circa fifteen minutes until the party starts.

"What'd she say?", Baekhyun asks, hanging up your dress on the closet door.

"You know her, doesn't sweat a thing. I would've said the same thing, it's just different being on this side of things", you sigh, putting your hair in a bun. "It's okay if I don't wash it, right?"

"Oooh, baby, you're so dirty…", he jokes, putting his arms around you. "But if you want to, there's time. I don't want to hurt you, but I think it's time you knew…"

"What?", you squint your eyes at him.

"Gemma...has other friends to hang out with. She's been seeing them behind your ba-…"

"Oh, I knew it was gonna be some-..!", you holler and break free, continuing to undress. "I'll be fifteen minutes."

Wringing out the water from your hair you hear the woosh of the glass door sliding and get a chill on your body.

"Has it been fifteen minutes already?"

"Maybe ten…", he says, stepping in behind you, his cock swaying stiffly.

Grabbing the shower head from you, he lets the water drench his hair, run over his closed eyes, down his body. Combing his hair back and wiping his face he smiles cheekily and starts screwing the shower head off its hose. The water flows out concentrated but soft, like from a gardening hose, so partly covering it with his thumb he regulates the water's pressure and backs you into the corner.

"We've got time."

Feeling behind his balls your fingers meet the plug; you pull it out just an inch and slide it back. Baekhyun moans, enveloping his lips over yours.

"Finally…"

He doesn't have to tell you to spread your legs, you do it eagerly when he puts the water stream to your stomach and brings it downward. The first hit on your clit gets you up on your toes, gasping, pushing your pelvis out. Baekhyun giggles in your mouth and curls two fingers into you, at the same time spraying the water on your clit again. You moan, grabbing his neck - unsuccessfully trying to grind against it, while he fiercely fucks his fingers into you.

"That's my baby", he whispers, turned on by your whines in his ear.

You pull up the skin to reveal the most sensitive part of your clit and when he aims for it your muscles immediately contract, pushing your pelvis out even further. Your mouth hangs open as you claw at his neck, convulsing on his pounding hand, crying out in pained wails.

"Shh, baby", he laughs at your excessive volume, but flicks his fingers over your clit, making you jerk and whine all the more while you come down.

Offhandedly tossing the hose to the side, pressing close, he lifts your leg and slides his hand behind your head. Sucking roughly on your lips he caresses his cock against you, looking for your entrance. Finding it, he nudges the tip in, then rounds out and snaps his pelvis.

"Ah, fuck", you gasp, putting your arm around his shoulders for support.

Continuing snapping, he doesn't stop kissing you. They're both rough, both what you want.

"Now, about what happened in the car…", he coos, looking at you while ramming his cock as deep as he can.

"What..?", you gasp. "What happened..?"

He leans in again, his back becoming hunched with every new thrust as he quickens the tempo. He exhales in high-pitched moans coated in honey, telling of his desire for you.

Water sloshes on the floor when he gets new footing, digging his fingers into your ass, his face in your shoulder. His wet hair gets plastered to his - and your - skin. Pounding into you, yet moving you along with him, he whispers hoarsely:

"I'm your husband, you shouldn't deny me these things…"

Fighting to even catch your breath between the gasps, answering him is not a priority. Being on time isn't a priority - not having your shoulder blades ground to dust against the tiles isn't a priority.

His even-paced pants are interrupted by a deep-chested trembling and his precise smacking turns to rolling when he comes.

"Ah-h-h...ash… A-HH, A-HH, AH, fu…", he moans and cries into your neck, filling you with his cum.

He pushes so deep while riding it out you have to push his shoulders down in turn; he understands, goes a little easier, a little gentler each time, ending up slowly rolling while lavishing juicy kisses on your lips.

Puffs of the giggle through his nose tickle you over the lip and he slides his length out and look down, kicking in the water.

"Leave it…", you sigh, sliding down to the floor, when he bends to grab the hose. "I'll finish up showering from down here… Come. I'll take it out."

So, kneeling in front of you, he arches with a faint moan as you drag the plug out.

"Freedom…"

"Oh, 'cus I'm the one who told you to wear it then work yourself up…"

"You are the one who worked me up, hun", he reminds you, screwing the showerhead back on and giving it to you.

•

"Eh...I don't-"

"I know, but wait 'til you see it on", Baekhyun says, holding his finger up.

Taking his first option off, he pulls the second over his head. You cock your head, knitting your brows.

"Huh?"

"I know, right?", he smiles, holding out his arms.

"How has it done that?", you exclaim in surprise.

In his hand, this flowy silk shirt looked like a woman's blouse, particularly with the knit lace encircling its short sleeves, but on him it - he - looks suave and sexy in a casual way.

"I love it. Ugh… What… And it goes great with the pants."

"Right? Even if it's all black it's a little something, something. I'm just gonna", he says and grabs his watch from the nightstand. "You ready?"

"Technically, but hmm, I don't know… Feels like something's missing…", you muse, looking in the mirror.

"Feeling a little competitive..?", he teases, looking in the mirror behind you. "Didn't you bring earrings? The small gold ones?"

"Ah!"

He breathes in loudly, smacking his lips with a nod; you know him well enough to sigh and wait for his joke about being a top fashionista.

•

"Brubububruuu..!"

"We're not that late..!", you holler, refusing to accept Michael's impromptu trumpet work.

"I had my finger on the dial to Missing People - whow! Coming through with the fashions, bro'. Nice!", he roars when Baekhyun takes off his jacket.

"Aeh…", he sighs and helps you with yours like the gentleman he is. "I have to make an effort when the missus looks like this."

Waving at a few familiar faces, your attention is diverted when Gemma appears in the kitchen door, crossing her arms:

"Well, well... Look who decided to show up!"

You extend your arm, bottle of gin in hand.

"For being late", you grimace apologetically.

"...and you know it's all her fault", Baekhyun says, pointing his thumb at you.

"...since way back in school, I've known them", Gemma explains to one of her guests.

You're not the type of couple to hang on each other's arms the whole night, but being midway through your second drink your eyes keep travelling across the room to where Baekhyun is. There's something unusually alluring about the way he looks in that shirt, be it the thin fabric whispering about his body underneath, the lace hanging off his triceps when he takes a sip or the three buttons he left undone so you'd be "begging for me to take you round back", as he had put it before you left.

Catching you eye, he casually pours a glass of water, takes a sip and - not so accidentally - spills, the water running down his neck to his chest.

"Whow. Here...", Michael says, handing him some paper.

"Thanks."

After patting his neck dry he goes to his chest, opening another button to reach, casting an eye your way.

"Ah...ah...", he moans quietly, the soft, wet clapping matching him.

Unlike in the shower, his hands now hug your hips softly as he takes you from behind. His boxers - anchored around his thighs - grace the inside of your leg as he moves.

Needs knows no bounds so for now a house wall to lean against and an outdoor sofa to rest your leg on is as good as any bedroom.

"Don't look now...", he whispers amused, lowering himself to your ear. "But I think someone's looking…"

You shut your eyes to not accidentally search for whoever it is.

"Where..?"

"You know the edge of the lawn..? He's pretending to be on the phone, maybe he is, but he keeps walking back and forth, looking here every time..."

"You wanna go back in?"

"No. I want to show you off", he says and pulls up your dress to the small of your back. "Should I spank your ass with my cock..?", he snickers.

"Shh, don't overdo it. Don't embarrass him."

"He's the little perv, spying on us. Or maybe you told him to come out..? Ah…Oh...I know how you like an audience…"

"So do you."

Carefully looking to your side, you spot him - and he's indeed a little spy. Baekhyun's right about you liking an audience, so you arch a little deeper, bend your knee higher up. Turning to face him you mouth "faster", so he goes faster, sliding his hands down your cheeks, pressing them apart. Cocking his head he can't resist to caress your anal with his thumb and moans..

His tongue plays in the side of his mouth, as if he knows your secret, knows what a dirty little girl you are, wanting him so bad you don't care who sees.

"I'm….ssh, pulling out...", he says, wetting his thumb then continues to rub.

"Wait 'til we get home…"

"Not like that", he says, letting the tip of his finger slide in, not at all having meant for it to be his length.

Even just that bit of stimulation increases your arousal, so you push back on him. Following your lead, he presses his entire thumb in, breathing all the harder.

"No, no…", he pants after a while, more so to himself than you. "I'm teasing myself..."

"You're not gonna come?"

"No", he replies, on his way over the edge. "Ahh...no, I'm waiting...ah...ah, shit."

He pulls out at the last minute, grabs the shaft of his cock and leans over you with stuttering breaths.

"Fucking close…"

•

Baekhyun's curious way of sleeping when you're out of town continues; at home he likes his side, anywhere else and he tends to stay on yours. As if he's barely moved, his head is tucked deep in the pillow, his arm seemingly slid off your waist lying just behind your back. Knowing he's had a rough week at work you decide to let him sleep in, tuck your feet in the courtesy slippers and carefully close the door behind you.

Finding an - equally courteous - robe in the bathroom you take a deep breath, smelling the hem of it. It is just a morning robe, but the stitching reminds you of the dobok Baekhyun used to wear for hapkido, when you'd pretend to be watching any- and everyone compete until he finally asked you out. He's really loved you for that long...

It's a lovely day. There's no sunny sky, or birdsong when you open the kitchen window, but an overcast, quiet morning. It might be in your head, but you imagine getting a whiff of the salty ocean and decide to have your coffee outside (hoping the beach hammock you've set your sights on doesn't flip you over).

Sighing over just how randomly you managed to pick a random magazine from the pile, you welcome the low snort coming from inside. Bending your knees, letting the robe slide from your legs, you pretend to not notice and continue "reading". A cheeky whistle rings out from the kitchen window.

"My, my…"

Bingo. Hiding behind the magazine, you compose yourself and count to three before dropping it on the grass, and sure as salt on fries, there he walks across the lawn.

"I thought I'd let you sleep in."

"M-hm…", he murmurs, opening his robe, showing his hardening cock. Stroking the back of your thigh he gives you a kiss. "How'd you sleep?"

"I was out in five. You?"

"Same", he nods, letting his robe fall down.

Straightening your legs up, he kisses a trail from your calf downwards, caressing the back of your legs. When his eyes meet yours he spanks your cheek, a quick flick of the wrist causing a lashing effect. He smiles at your jolting and the subsequent bucking of your hips in pleasure.

"Did you put the plug in again?"

"No…", he shakes his head, guiding his cock into you. "You're still my favourite toy."

It's a tighter squeeze with having your legs closed, but it means his length strokes your entrance harder - a different nuance. And when he hikes your legs up, hugging your thighs, you almost feel like a toy; letting your body bounce up and down on meeting his energetic rolling, stroking you here, digging his fingers into you there, biting his lip with dark eyes fixed on yours - Baekhyun knows full well this is the position that makes you feel the most filthy. Because with no anchoring, there's nothing you can do, no action to take than to be fucked by him. Your powerlessness makes you squirm, but also makes you wet. When Baekhyun fucks you like this...your brain goes splat. And of course, he wouldn't be Baekhyun if he didn't tease you about it. Chuckling, sucking on your leg, he coos:

"Mmpoor baby…"

Closing your eyes earns you a rough slam.

"Look at me, honey…"

Continuing with the same, hard, thrusts, he lets out a cascade of sweet moans and hums, he himself eventually closing his own eyes, elation painted on his face. Letting himself be momentarily swept away, he comes back with a few deep, soft thrusts before pulling out, spreading your bent legs. Untying the belt still round your waist, he leans in, dousing you in moany kisses, circling his thumb over your nipple. Backing, kneeling high in the grass, he softly feathers his fingertips on your thighs, his kisses leading the way, sending shivers through your body. When he reaches the edge between your legs and pussy, he runs them along it, up...down...up...down...up...down, letting his fingers follow the curve close to your hole, meeting just below it. By the pull of his lips you can tell he's near bursting with desire to eat you out, yet he waits - not only to tease you, but for your pleasure.

Sliding his fingers up, onto your folds, he carefully parts them, making sure you feel the stretch on your clit. Knowing better than to rush him all you can do is caress yourself, try not to roll your hips.

"You're swollen…", he whispers, swaying his head, taking a deep breath. Stroking circles on your ass with his thumbs, he at last lets his lips touch you, a juicy kiss just under your entrance. Wrapping his arm around your leg, he lets his fingers glide over your entrance, collecting fluids which he uses to slide up either side of your clit, massaging while continuing working under your entrance.

You watch with anticipation when he comes closer. Barely opening his mouth he envelopes your clit, letting his slick lips slide from it before doing it again.

"Put your fingers inside…", you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He calmly takes it away with a mild "no..." and flicks his tongue over you, gently panting. You moan and automatically bring your hand back - a phenomenal pain electrifies your core up to your chest when he spanks your clit. Don't means don't. He smiles at you while lapping to soothe it, putting some pressure on your entrance, rubbing it, while you grip your thighs in want.

"Get down here", he says, sliding his hands to your waist.

Tipping over in his lap with a yelp, you welcome feeling his body against yours for a moment before he gets you on your back.

Spreading his thighs wide, he steers his cock down and pushes it into you. Knowing you're definitely ready, he sets a quick pace from the get, hooking his hands at the top of your legs, pulsating firmly. Paying special attention to his shaft he makes sure it meets your body with each thrust, squeezing his balls on your ass. The entrance stimulation - smacking and stretching - releases more juice, leading to wetter claps.

He lets you pull him down, but keeps pounding like before, supporting himself on his knees, grunting when you dig your nails in his ass - separating them gives his sensitive hole a tickle.

He breathes wetly next to you, lying down, rocking your body as well as he begins billowing his hips, lifting you up by your ass to get - and give - a deeper hit. The smell of his perfume long gone, only the scent of his slept in skin remains, mixing with notes of freshly cut grass as your moving's broken it to release its scent.

"Mhh", he grunts in your neck. "I love you…".

Raising his head, the muscles on his back grow even stiffer, protruding above his spine. Barely finishing your kiss, he whispers "I love you" in your mouth, his wet lips caressing yours before a wail rings in your head. Dropping his head he stutters, his breath hitching as he swings his hips back-and-forth erratically, fucking his cum into you.

"Uh...ah...mmmm…", he moans, pressing deeply.

His breath is hot on your collarbone, his stomach pushing down on yours as he pants and swallows hard.

"Marry me."

"Marr…", you stutter, breathing heavily, then laugh, seeing as how you already are. "What if I say no..?"

"Nah-ah, marry me...", he says again, peppering tickling kisses on your neck.

You cry out and try to get away, to no avail.

"Okay, okay! On one condition."

"What?", he asks, looking at you.

"Finish what you started…"

A sly smile spreads across his face then he showers you with kisses again.

"You're gonna marry me so many times over..."

[imagineredwood]

14. Red lipstick and cigarettes 💋🚬(Angel)

Summary: You and Angel broke up weeks ago and haven’t had any form of contact since, but when luck has you both end up at the same bar, the flame reignites. 

Request: Aesthetics 14 with Angel, happy ending

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader 

Warnings: Mentions of breakups, heartbreak, angst but with a happy ending 

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: Can someone tell me why this “drabble” is 1.4k when my regular stories struggle to hit that many 🥴

Angel takes another sip from his beer before putting the bottle down, his ringed hand coming up to bring the half-gone cigarette up to his lips. He takes a long drag, lungs burning as he holds it in for longer than usual, a cloud of smoke billowing around him as he lets out a slow breath. The cloud surrounds him and he can't help but see it as a demonstration of how he's felt lately.

Cloudy.

Hazy.

Out of focus.

It's been weeks since you and he had split, and despite what everyone had said, it had not gotten easier. On the contrary. It seemed like every day it got even harder to deal with. It had been mutual; both of you agreeing that Angel just wasn't around as much as you wanted him to be. The club took a lot of his time, and his side business with Los Olvidados took up even more. You missed him and while he wanted nothing more than to give you every little bit of his attention, the club had to come first. It had been heartbreaking, tears shed on both sides, but you both knew that it was for the better. Best to break things off civilly before it came to a head and lead to a blow-up.

Even still, it wasn't something that either of you wanted, more a necessary evil. You had kept your distance, neither of you contacting the other nor meeting up. You had stayed away from the clubhouse, something that had proven harder than you had anticipated. EZ and Coco had taken Angel out to a local bar, hoping to get the Mayan to relax and let go for the night. It had proven difficult, Angel simply smoking and drinking in near silence, only speaking when spoken to. When he heard your voice, he figured it was just his imagination, his brain taunting him for his decision to let you go. He scoffed, disgusted with his own mind for toying with him like that. It wasn't until he heard your voice again, closer this time as it ordered your favorite drink that he sat up straighter, head whipping around to look down the bar.

And there you were, arms resting on the shiny counter as you leaned forward, talking to the bartender.

You looked stunning.

Your skin was glowing, the warm lights in the bar casting shadows and accenting highlights. He could see the slight shimmer on your shoulder, knowing exactly which lotion you were wearing. And he could smell you then, his brain tapping into his senses. He could remember running the tip of his nose along your shoulder blade as you rubbed the lotion into your skin after a shower,  the scent of you intoxicating. You looked the same too, though the red on your lips was something a bit new. You only wore it every now and then, when the mood struck you. Angel could remember vividly the time he had left your house in a rush early in the morning, only to be teased by the guys for the lipstick behind his ear that he had missed in the shower. It was an elbow to the ribs that drew his attention away from you and back to Coco.

"Stop staring, you look creepy as fuck."

Angel scoffed, waving his hand dismissively before turning to look back at you. When he did, his heart jumped, finding your eyes on him now. They were wide, clearly not having expected to see him there. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly and he nodded once, returning his own pisspoor excuse of a smile. He looked away first, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't also to keep his composure.

The soft-touch to his back startled him and he looked behind him, ready to tell whichever woman it was that he wasn't interested. But there's your voice again.

"Hey."

He turned to look at you and unsurprisingly, you look even more beautiful than he remembers you. His voice is breathless as he responds.

"Hey, querida."

You looked to EZ and Coco then, offering them hugs before coming to stand closer to Angel again.

"Sorry, didn't want to just ignore you and not say hi."

All three nodded, Angel's eyes still glued to you as the other two shared a look. EZ was standing then, Coco following suit.

"We're gonna go get some air, we'll be back. Good seeing you."

It was tense and awkward, the two other Mayans missing you but not wanting to anger Angel by making it seem like they were trying to rope you back in. With it being only the two of you now, Angel swallowed before pointing to the seat Coco had just been in.

"You wanna sit, or..."

He could see the hesitation on your face, not knowing what was the best choice, and his mouth was moving before his brain could keep up as per usual.

"I want you to."

Your eyes were warm as they landed back on him and you nodded softly, your voice even softer as you took a seat.

"Ok."

There was an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say. Angel spoke first, going with the option of full transparency.

"I miss you."

The sad smile that graced your lips had him wanting to wrap you up in his arms at once, but he refrained. With a nod, you agreed.

"I miss you too."

It was the tears welling in your eyes that sealed it for him as he pushed closer to you, his knees against yours as he placed his hand on your back, his own heart pained.

"Don't cry, mama."

You chuckled, though there was nothing funny, your hand coming up to dab at your eye.

"Last person I thought I would bump into tonight was you."

Angel nodded, offering a small smile.

"If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't expecting that shit either."

There was a bit of silence then, Angel biting his lip as he swallowed down the urge to just take you into his arms. With his fingers running up and down your back, he sighed, looking back over at where you had been to see your friends there, the women quickly looking away under his gaze. You chuckled again, sitting up straighter now that the overwhelming emotion had subsided.

"They brought me out to try and get over you. I can see EZ and Coco did the same."

"And how's that working out?"

Angel's question was direct and so were his eyes as they stared down at you. With a shrug, you answered.

"Obviously not great if I'm sitting here crying in a bar."

The Mayan chuckled and so did you, the chemistry between the two of you so intense it burned.

"Wanna go for a ride? I only had one beer."

You looked at Angel as he offered, the hope clear in his eyes. With a nod, you smiled genuinely for the first time in what felt like forever. Holding his hand out, Angel helped you stand, tossing a bill onto the bartop.

"You wanna tell your friends? I can take you home after."

"Yeah. I'll grab my purse and meet you outside."

Angel nodded, leaning down to press a soft and slow kiss to your forehead before walking toward the exit. Coco and EZ were leaning against the wall, both wincing as they saw him walk out alone.

"She didn't wanna hear it?"

Angel was about to answer when you came out behind him, throwing a small wave at the boys who were now smiling instead. They waved back and stood back up straight.

"We'll see you tomorrow then."

Angel nodded, a little bit of light back in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll see you."

The two of them were walking back inside then, leaving you and your ex, though it felt like things might not be staying that way. The love that the two of you had was too strong to throw away over tough times. Holding his hand out once again, Angel looked at you as he waited.

"You wanna try us out again?"

Your nod was confident as you gazed at him, a tiny sparkle back in your eyes.

"I'd rather have you only sometimes than not at all."

That was a sentiment that Angel could agree with and he grinned, his hand encasing yours as he walked with you toward his parked bike, happy to know he was going to have his girl with him once again.

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[lost-inthedream]

Tea and warm compress

Pairing: Husband!Youngbin x female reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Warnings: mentions of sex

Words count: 1.4k

Summary: Moving to a new apartment can be quite exhaustive. There are still so many belongings to be organized... But they definitely can wait! The reader gives Youngbin some extra care because he has a backache.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.

It was starting to get late, more two cups and you would be emptied that cardboard box also. The new apartment had a bunch of cupboards fixed on its walls, which allowed you to organize your kitchen tools pretty well. Youngbin sorted the dishes on the shelf right over the cups. You were both close enough to touch one another while picking items out of the boxes and putting them in their new places.

"Don't you think that's enough for today, Binnie?" you asked as you noticed him placing the last dish on the top of a small pile.

"I dunno, love. We still have a few boxes to clear out" he answered with a subtle grimace and combing his bangs back, only to have them covering his forehead again once he lowers his hand.

You glanced at the intact cardboard boxes on the corner, but by the look on your face, he knew that they didn't bother you at all.

"We have time to work on them tomorrow." You lifted one eyebrow as if it were the smarter declaration ever. "I'm sure they won't escape this apartment if we don't grab them right now."

You closed the cupboard door in front of your husband to seal your decision, drawing some words from him.

"Oh! That's my girl" he freed a weary giggle and quickly pulled you to him so he could peck anywhere on your face. A playful smooch clicked on your forehead and then he let his hand go of your back.

You stepped just a millimeter backward without breaking eye contact with him and positioned your hands on your own waist and tilting your head. Youngbin contemplated your cocky loose smile. But you somehow killed the mood when a tired sigh came out of your lips.

Moving has really drained your energy. The process of packing everything you had took so much time in the previous days, then the two of you helped at placing everything inside a truck and finally at carrying all the stuff to the apartment where you would live from now on.

He suddenly noticed the favorite mugs of yours laying on the sink countertop. The items were decorated with matching motifs that suited both of you, quite cheesy.

"What about those mugs?" he pointed with his chin.

"Ah! We're gonna use them right now. I've already found the tea." You winked.

...

"I couldn't wait to sit like this on our couch." Youngbin sighed allowing his face to express exhaustion for the first time.

He leaned backward, his head rested on the couch cushion, which was out of place just a couple of hours before. He still held the mug between his hands, laid on his lap. In any case, having his eyes closed for a while seemed to be a priority.

"Why haven't you said that you were this tired?"

"I guess I have barely noticed it" he replied in a low tone and you could say that he had just figured it out.

His body had been already screaming it to him a bit earlier but he was so absorbed in other tasks that he couldn't hear anything. It was not his fault though, he was excited. The idea of transforming the new place into your actual home was his only thought and so was yours. Even now there was a soft smile making his lips prettier than they already were.

You moved carefully towards your husband, motioning him to accept your body on his lap without pouring the hot liquid on yourselves. That was as if you did some sort of acrobatics, but you succeed together without spilling a drop and now you were close and cozy.

He took a sip and tried to shift his position a bit but the movement made him whimper in pain.

"What's this?" you immediately asked.

"It's just my back" he tried to dismiss your worry but there was an alert signal already resonating inside of you.

Youngbin took the cup to his mouth again, the warmth fulfilling his insides. The gesture was repeated a few times as you observed him closely also drinking from your own mug.

"You're gonna pierce me with your pretty eyes or what?" he joked after a few sips in silence.

You grabbed the empty mug from his hand and equilibrated it on the arm of the couch beside him, along with yours. The patterns on them facing each other, exactly the way you and your loved one did now. You leaned to touch the tip of his nose with your lips causing a snap sound. His chin raised so he could make your mouths meet. It felt sweet and wholesome, the flavor of the two herbs you mixed together slow danced with Youngbin's natural taste. You separated your lips before you were not able to do it anymore.

"It's time to take care of your back, baby". You attempted to stand up.

"I'm alright, y/n. Don't worry, just stay here with me"

He was so exhausted that his arms wrapped loosely around your frame, though it was enough to stop you from letting go of him. He was pouty, a clear sign that he needed to be taken care of. It was true that you were also worn out, but still in better conditions than Youngbin.

"I'm so sorry to have to do more than just staying here but you need a relaxing shower. I'm gonna make you a warm compress as well."

He gave you his familiar side smile as feedback.

...

You had to look for your heat pack in the boxes you had not opened yet. Fortunately, you found it quite easily, which made you sigh in relief.

Youngbin took a long shower and you managed to have the compress ready by the time he left the bathroom. He walked into your shared room barefoot. The floor still fairly cold in the spring "I have no idea of where my slippers are" he complained.

"Same, but you know what? I don't care!"

He hummed in a good mood and carefully put his lazy body on the bed, lying on his stomach and turning his face to the right side, so his cheek got squished against the mattress. You comforted him with a delicate caress on the shoulder that got his eyes to close, like those smart flowers that shut for the nighttime.

"It hurts on your low back, right?"

He grunted positively, eyelids fluttering.

The compress was too hot to touch his skin directly so you used the soft cotton of his t-shirt as a barrier. Since it was now settled down on his back, his movements were restricted and you both did not have much to do other than talk. You did not do more than staying comfortably sitting at his right.

"Aren't you hurting too, love?" he asked reopening his eyes. His sleepy yet charming gaze inviting you to trace his facial features.

"Just from seeing you in pain," you replied seductively. "I didn't carry any heavy box because you're such a gentleman."

He did not know how to respond so he sweetly voiced an "I love you" while your warm hand caressed him on the face.

You shifted to lean down and whisper the same close to his ear, then you could not resist the urge to sniff on his neck. The fresh scent of his soap enchanted you, making you down your eyelids to the friction your nose made on him.

"You shouldn't provoke a man in my condition"

"Is this a complaint or a warning?" you asked playfully letting your lips brush on his earlobe on purpose.

"This is only a complaint tonight. I'm good at waiting."

You dragged one finger down his spine. A sloppy invisible line, coming to an end when it reached the compress.

"I can't wait" you signed.

"Can you move it a bit, baby?. It's like burning my skin" he politely asked interrupting the way your talk was growing steamy.

You took the pack from his low back and placed your hand flat instead, stroking the area tenderly for a few seconds.

"I'm probably waking up better tomorrow and I'm treating you right then. Like the queen you are."

"Don't worry, my king" you said low feeling funny with those words. you calmly unfolded a towel that laid next to you in order to make a new layer between Youngbin's skin and the hot pack. "We have a lot of time to make love in our new apartment. Or should I call it a kingdom?"

He giggled.

"Just home is fine" you decided.