#i hate it it's so stressful. and of course the cars keep driving down it even though it's unsafe. a lot don't even slow down

[coquelicoq]

yeah sex is great but have you ever unflooded your street by removing leaves from the storm drains using the litter-grabber tool you bought from lowe's two weeks ago for that exact purpose?

[lucrativesoul]

Roadstop

summary: your car breaks down on a deserted road at midnight. you have no signal, it’s getting colder, and you are five miles away from help; you’re stranded. a stranger offers his help to you, and you find a way to pass the time.

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

word count: 7.8k

warnings: smut, oral (male recieving), bondage (very softcore), don’t trust strangers this much

a/n: i kind of hate this title and i also don’t love this one but I hope i made it work. going to immediately start one that i’m actually into. this one’s shorter than the last one, but they might all fall around the same word count from now on. again, i can’t stress how thankful i am for the love on ‘the assistant’ as well as my headcanon blurbs, 900+ notes on the fic and 300+ on the headcanons, you guys are too nice. i can’t wait to come back soon with the next fic! enjoy :3

You thought back for a brief second, clearing your head as best you could to gauge your current situation.

In the backseat of a tinted SUV, you were straddled over a thick set of thighs, that of which belonged to a man twice your build, who was bound at the wrists in front of him. The waistband of his jeans were dangerously low and his shirt was somewhere in the front seat. His breathing was shaky and he was looking at you with hooded eyelids, loving every moment of this situation.

What was the catalyst to this exact interaction? Let’s see…

–

Earlier

As badly as you wanted to scream, to cry, to blame everyone else but yourself, this was all on you, and you knew it. There were plenty of ways to avoid this situation.

Your car was toast. Literally. The steam was coming out in soft puffs, and you were thanking every deity up there that it was only steam and not smoke, because it was dead winter, too cold for even snow to fall, and you did not want to get out of your car. How can a car even overheat in 10 degree weather?

The road trip back home was close to three hours and you were nearing the second one when a light started flashing on your dashboard. Inclined to ignore it, but knowing the risks of doing so, you pulled over, hoping for a brief stop. 

The road was dark. It made you a little cautious to step out, but this wasn't a common place for people to pull over, but you were unsure if you could make it the next five miles to the rest stop. It was only a two lane road, trees on both sides of you. The worst, you decided, was a deer deciding to dash out and body slam you. You should move quick enough to avoid that.

Looking behind to make sure no one was suddenly driving by, you briskly opened your door and walked to the front of the car. Finding the latch and pulling it aside, you lifted the hood, and a puff of metallic smelling steam hit your face. You backed up, letting it clear, before going in again. Well, you observed, the engine is definitely still there.

Shutting it and shuffling back to your car, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Should you call a tow service? You didn't know where you were. Should you call the police? They would probably tell you to call the non-emergency line and then tell you to call a tow service. Should you call your friend? She would probably call you stupid, then tell you to call a tow service. That one was the most comfortable, though.

It was, after all, her fault you were here. It’s easy enough to cast the blame on the friend that moved this far away that you had to plan out a whole weekend just to hang out. But, once again, it was on you for deciding to leave this late.

She answered after one ring. “Hey, I’m in trouble.”

“Of course you are. What happened now?” She didn’t sound incredibly concerned.

“I don’t know. I think my car’s overheating. I’m scared to keep driving it.”

She gasped. “It’s only been like… an hour and a half? You’re probably in the woods.”

“If darkness and trees means woods then yes, that’s precisely where I am.”

“You need to get a tow, or something.” Knew it. “Do you see mile markers?”

You leaned forward in your seat, straining to see something that isn’t there. “No, I can’t see. I don't remember passing any either. I’m a few miles away from a rest stop, but, I really don’t–”

Dial tone.

Pulling your phone away from your ear to look at the screen, you wanted to scream even more now. “Fuck!” You shouted out to nobody. No service. You wasted your last few moments of contact, and now you had nothing.

You sat for a moment, stilling your beating heart and trying to think rationally. Walking was out of the question. You nearly froze just going to open the hood. You could wait for service to come back, probably in waves, you might lose a call again. It was the only choice. The call to 911 would be quick, and if you lost service, they would know where you are from pinging you, and if they couldn’t reach you again, they would come find you. It was the best you could hope for. 

Settling back into your seat, the last few wisps of orange light disappearing behind the trees, you were ready to wait. 

–

You dragged your hands up and down the man’s torso, watching his muscles constrict and hearing delicious whines pour from his lips. He threw his head back onto the seat behind him, unable to look away from your body for even a second, even to blink. You could see the way his jaw tensed and relaxed, you could tell he wanted to say something, but he obeyed you, and he didn’t say a word.

You knew he was staring at the way your body curved and dipped, the way your frame was visible as you had also taken your shirt off, left in only a bra and the jacket that he had put on over you. He was probably ready to cum untouched at just the idea of you wearing his jacket alone, nevermind with nothing on underneath. 

Your fingers teased at the waistband of his pants, flitting your fingertips back and forth over the button of his jeans. You could see the way his erection was pressing hard through them, twitching ever so often as you kept your eyes on him. You, yourself, were desperate to pull it out and put your mouth on it, but you couldn’t let him see that.

“It’s tempting,” You whispered into the space between you two. “I want to take it right now,” He strained again, both his hard cock and his upper body, his arms slightly tugging at the restraints. “But I need you to beg for it…” You palmed his dick hard, and his lips parted in a moan. The sound made you even wetter than you already were. His hips bucked upward, moving the both of you, but with one steady hand to the chest, he was still. 

You knew well enough that he could bust out of the restraints at any second, he was strong enough to do that and probably tie you up even more securely than you had tied him. But, the mere idea that he was sitting there, being a good boy for you and letting you have him as he was, well, that idea alone had you foaming at the mouth, wanting to take control of him.

This wasn’t the first time you were making someone sit still and be a good boy for you, but it was the first time that a man had you dizzy trying to enforce those rules in the first place.

“Tell me,” You spoke, a sultry look in your eyes, you leaned in just a tad to get in his face. “Do you need it?”

He sighed out as if he had been holding his breath. “Yes, please, I need it so bad…” He nearly tripped over his words trying to force them out, showing you how bad he needed you to touch him, to suck him off, to ride him. Yes, you needed it to, but you couldn’t give it to him without a little bit of teasing involved.

“Do you now…” Your hands wandered up his torso again, fingers gently wrapping around the base of his neck, now even squeezing, and he tipped his head back with a sigh. You peeled your hands off, tracing his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, and settled your hands over his. “If you keep being good, you can be released and touch me.” You felt his muscles strain again. “Not yet, though.”

He swallowed with the implication. Moving your hips forward, you grinded down onto him, making him screw his eyes shut and groan. Your own heartbeat quickened at the action, and for your own sake as well, you were going to need to speed this up. 

You leaned forward once more, mouth next to his ear, lips ghosting around the shell. “You’ll be my good boy and let me suck it, won’t you?”

A shrill whine, then, “Yes, yes, I’ll be your good boy, I promise, please, you can suck it. Please,” His voice was cutting in and out between a whisper and its full depth, you could tell he was worked up, and while you loved the chase of it all, you couldn’t help but to give in and treat yourself, as well. 

Your hands fell to his jeans again, hovering over the button. You pressed a kiss into his jawline. “Good boy.”

–

Earlier

This was much more boring than you anticipated. You wanted to scroll through your phone so badly, but you knew you needed to conserve battery. There wasn’t much in the way of entertainment in your car, merely your overnight bag in the back with your clothes in it, your laptop buried at the bottom for work, and your water bottle which was almost empty now. You kept checking every 5 minutes for a service signal, watching as the percent in the corner slowly ticked down.

It was growing colder by the minute in your car, and you had a blanket over your lap trying to conserve what you could. You felt like you were trapped in the wild, stranded with no food, no communication, when realistically you were only a hair outside of the nearest civilization.

No one had driven by yet. It was odd for no one to be taking this road at this time, at least one or two people would be coming by, maybe even a freight truck, but so as your luck worked out, there was not a soul tonight. 

You were getting tired now, but your nerves were too lit up to allow yourself to fall asleep. Resting your head back against the car seat, staring out into darkness, your mind began to wander.

How many deer were out in these woods right now? Probably none, with the way your eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness now, you could spot one a mile away. It would be the only movement. What was your friend doing? Was she still trying to call you? Clearly she hadn’t called anyone for help, as it’s been a rough 30 minutes since you lost service, and the nearest city was just outside of where you sat. They would have gotten there in 15 max. Was it possible to freeze to death in just a few hours within the confines of your car, even though you were nowhere near that point yet?

Just then, your head shot forward as you spotted light behind you. Finally, a person! You straightened out and pulled the blanket off of you, debating if you should step out or not. That would definitely get their attention, but what if they were in the right lane and they hit you? Surely there would be no point in waiting for signal after that.

You didn’t even need to make a decision, as you put your hand on the door handle to step out into the brisk air, the headlights suddenly swerved and became aligned with you. They grew bigger and bigger, you were sure they were going to hit you, but they stopped.

You stared, scared, but knew this was your only shot at help. You stepped out.

The car that pulled up behind you stayed running, lights still shining, and you squinted to see past them. It looked like an SUV, much bigger than your own sedan, and could definitely do this drive without overheating no problem.

The driver’s side door opened, but you only saw the silhouette of it, still trying to block the headlights. You lifted your hand to your eyes to do so, and you saw a man get out. Ideally, for safety, you would have wanted a woman, but you couldn’t be picky when this was the first person you saw for almost an hour.

He walked over to you, and placed himself in front of the headlight so you could see him. Now, backlit, you could see the bulky build of a man, donned in a leather jacket with a fur collar, long hair falling down to his cheekbones, his breaths rolling off in slow puffs. He stood a good distance away from you, probably aware of how you might be feeling in this situation.

“You need help?” No shit, you wanted to answer, but couldn’t choke the words up. 

“Uh, yeah, I got stuck.” You turned briefly to look at the car. “It overheated. I lost signal to call for help.” 

The man nodded, walking around you and over to the hood of your car. He bent over and lifted it, messing around in there for a few seconds. You took one step closer to him, hugging yourself for warmth, now missing the inside of your car.

He shut it suddenly and walked back over. “You probably just have no antifreeze left. I don’t have any in my car, though. Do you know if you happen to have any?”

You stood staring at him for another second. “I’m gonna guess no, considering I’m not totally sure what you mean.” You could see him clearly now, standing in front of his headlights. His face was covered in dark shadows from his hair and the contours of his face, his deep brow casting darkness into his eyes, but you could still see they were blue. He had on a dark t-shirt, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination to picture the figure underneath. You met his eyes again.

He just nodded. “That’s alright. Not something you tend to prepare for.” He walked closer to you, but you stood your ground and let him approach you. “Want to come down the road with me to get some? There’s a 24/7 convenience just a few miles away. I can have you out of here within the hour.” You said nothing. You weren’t sure if you entirely wanted to do that, but you also didn’t want him to not come back at all. As if sensing your inner turmoil, he stuck his hand out towards you. “Leon Kennedy. I work for the state. I’m on the way home from a detail.”

You slowly extended your own hand, telling him your name. His hand was warm. You didn’t want to let go. “Detail? Are you a cop?”

He shrugged. “Sort of. I don’t want to leave you here. You should warm up.” You looked back at his car, still running, positive that the heat was blasting, and you gave in.

“Okay. But don’t think about trying anything. I can put up a hell of a fight, you know.” 

He laughed. “You have my word.”

You walked around to the passengers side and hopped in, hoisting yourself up into the surprisingly high cabin. You looked at the dash as he settled in, getting comfortable with the space. This was a much newer car than you were used to. 

His phone was connected to the bluetooth, music rumbling quietly out of the speakers. Deftones. Maybe I can trust him for now.

You subconsciously settled into the seat, the warmth enveloping you. The ride was much smoother than your own car, and you knew you weren’t going to stop the comparisons until this experience was over. You kept an eye to the left of you, still needing to be alert, you were in a stranger's car after all, even though you knew his name and job, that didn’t mean anything.

You saw him sneak a glance over at you, and you shot your eyes back down to the display on the dashboard. 

“You like them?” He hit a button on the steering wheel and turned the volume up a few notches. You could still hear him clearly. 

“Of course.” You let the silence hang for a second. Testing the waters, “If it was country, I might have had to pull a tuck and roll.”

He barked another laugh. At least he wasn’t stoic. “You’re lucky you didn’t catch me on a Wednesday, then.” You giggled. After saying nothing else, he continued. “What brought you to this position anyways?”

You sighed. “One of my good friends lives out here, about an hour away or so. I was on my way home. I know I shouldn’t have left this late, but in my defense, I didn;t know my car was going to overheat, so…” 

He hummed. “That’s not your fault. It happens. Can’t prepare for those things, again.”

You looked out the window to the pitch black nothingness as you rode past. You looked back over at him, he had his right forearm on the console while his left hand steered. “You seemed too prepared to stop, though. What if I killed you?”

His mouth quirked, and you couldn’t help but repeat it. “I could handle it if you tried to.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I could have surprised you. I’m stronger than I look. Men love to doubt the ones that are smaller than them.”

The smile on his face didn’t falter. “And what are you capable of against a man like me, then?” 

“I don’t think you want to find out. I’m dominating, you know.” Wait… what? You truly didn’t mean it to sound like that, but you couldn’t suck the words back up. You just furrowed your brows in frustration at yourself, and blamed the lack of sleep, the cold, your aggravation, whatever you could. Regardless of the words you couldn’t take back, Leon didn’t stop smiling. He turned his head a degree in your direction, and you could still see him out of your peripheral. 

A few minutes later, the convenience came into view and he pulled into the lot. You squinted at the bright lights of the parking lot. 

“Hang tight, I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

You only nodded, watching him stalk away into the building. You decided, seeing his full body in the lights, if you had met him under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t peg him as the helpful type of guy. His gait was strong, like it said Don’t fuck with me, or else. It almost made you giddy, knowing that you were the one being helped when he wouldn’t have otherwise. Like, in a romance book, when the bad boy doesn’t like anyone, but likes you. 

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you had thought it would be. Maybe he was lightening up his personality so he wouldn’t scare you on purpose. If he really was just a helpful guy, the last thing he would want is to scare a young girl in the middle of nowhere at midnight. 

You were getting comfortable in the seat now, the heat wrapping around you, making you dread having to go back out into your cold car. You sighed even harder when you remembered that you still had a long ride to go before you could even go to bed.

Leon walked out of the store and back to the car, bottle of antifreeze in hand, and you tensed up when the cold air hit your skin as he opened the door.

He watched you as he lowered himself into the seat. “I didn’t mean it literally. You could have moved.” 

You shrugged with a smile as he closed the door again. “I didn’t need to.”

After a few minutes of chatting and listening to music, you arrived back at your car after needing to loop around to get back onto the right side of the road. You sighed and hit your head back against the seat of the car.

“What’s the sigh for? You get to go now.” Leon unblocked his seatbelt and took the bottle from where he left it on the console.

“Yeah, but it’s cold. I don’t want to get out.”

Leon grinned softly. “So don’t. I’ll be right back.” 

You sat and soaked up the heat while he went back over to your car, popped the hood, and disappeared behind it for a few minutes. You could only wonder how cold he must have been right now. Probably not very, maybe only his hands and neck, that jacket looks warm enough. You were stupid to only put a zip up on.

You looked down at your lap, then your gaze wandered to the interior of the car. It was very clean here. Leon did seem like the type to want to take care of his vehicle, and you were afraid to make any sort of move in case you put dirt on anything.

The backseat was empty, not even an extra piece of clothing (which there was plenty of in your own backseat), and you wondered how it was even possible for someone to be this neat.

You looked back through the windshield to see that Leon was still working in your hood. Your eyes fell lower to the glove compartment.

Realistically, this wouldn’t be the worst thing you could do right now, since you didn’t know Leon, and you could pass it off by wanting to assure yourself that you were safe, but at the same time, you felt guilty even thinking about it, since Leon had been nothing but nice to you so far. He trusted you enough to leave you alone in his pristine car while he helped you out.

That alone made you shift your gaze back up, pushed the thought of snooping down, and settled in to see Leon walking back to his car.

“Alright, you should be all set now. Hopefully it doesn’t happen again for another long while.” He shut the door next to him, and you gazed out at your car, making no moves. 

“How much?” You rolled your head over to look at him.

“Huh?” He furrowed his brow. 

“The antifreeze. How much was it?”

He breathed out a laugh, not moving much. “I don’t want your money.”

You shrugged. “You didn’t need to do this for me, this is the least I could do for your help.”

Leon simply looked at you. “I stopped because I wanted to help. I don’t want your money.”

You stared at him. His eyes were half lidded, a small smile was gracing his features. He was lit up from the light of his display screen, still softly playing Deftones. You could see the texture of his face, his lips, his hair. He was unmoving under the scrutiny of your gaze; yet so were you. 

“I can put up a fight. I’ll make you take it.”

His smile grew. “So the legend goes, as you’ve told me.” He moved his right arm to come back and rest on the console in between you two. “I’m not going to accept it, though.”

“So, what? Am I gonna have to force you to take it? Cause I’m not leaving until you do.” You settled right back into the seat. Leon kept smiling at you. “I’m defiant. And I’ll get my way. If I have to slap you around to take it.” Leon hummed and quirked an eyebrow at your words. It only added fuel to your confidence fire. “Even if I have to tie you down to prevent you from fighting.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, showing you meant business, but he remained still. “Is that so?” You nodded. You saw him tighten his grip around the steering wheel, but the action didn’t frighten you. You could hear in his tone that he was mostly relaxed. You almost felt bad for being like this– it was late at night and he, too, was on his way home, but you simply couldn’t let this good deed go unrewarded.

“Open that.” His voice cut through your thoughts, his tone light, but his voice deep. You met his eyes to see where he was looking, which was in the direction of the glove compartment. See, you told yourself, good karma can aid curiosity. You looked at it and hesitated a moment, trying to scan your brain as quickly as possible to see if this would be a trick. After a few seconds, when you thought of nothing, you reached over.

Tumbling forward as soon as you swung the compartment open was a small black bag, maybe about the size of a water bottle. It stopped on the door itself, and you made no move to grab it. You simply looked over at Leon.

He was watching you intensely, his smile had disappeared, but his look was not stern or angry. It made your stomach twist with… something, but what exactly, you couldn’t tell. You slowly swung your gaze back over to it.

“I hope those weren’t empty threats you were throwing at me.” You kept your eyes on the bag, but the pieces started falling in place around you. In a whisper, barely loud enough for you to hear, Leon said, “Can’t you show me what you are capable of?”

Ice and fire ran through your veins simultaneously as you reached out to grab the bag, noticing upon touching it that it was smooth, silky. Holding it in your hands, you rotated it to find the opening. You could feel Leon staring at you. 

Finding the opening and flipping it downwards, you held onto the bag as you dumped the contents into your hands. A tightly wound bundle of black rope fell out.

You couldn’t form words for a minute, struggling to find air in your lungs. The rope was just as soft as the bag was, and you knew exactly why, exactly what the use intended for this was. You turned your head slowly to look over at Leon again. His head had rolled back to rest on the back of the car seat, but his gaze never left yours.

You found the energy to speak. “You come prepared for these types of situations?”

A slow smile blossomed on his features again. “I don’t usually need it. I guess, I never find myself wanting to use it.” He turned his head, looking back at the dash now, almost embarrassed at his words. A smirk was fighting its way through on your features. He licked his lips, then turned back to you. “I think now… maybe I do.”

You breathed a laugh, and turned the bundle over in your hands. “How am I going to hold up to my word if you want to use this on me?”

Leon leaned forward just a tad, looking you deep in the eyes. The blue light coming off of the digital display screen lit up his face, and though color was distorted, his cheeks had more hue to them. 

“I don’t want to tie you up…” You tilted your head up at the sudden realization. You held eye contact. 

“A big man like you? I didn’t imagine you’d be wanting me to do that to you…” You spoke slowly, not trying to give the impression that you were against the idea. Because, truly, you weren’t, at all. The idea of having him bound for you made your lungs cut the air supply short and had your knees weak. The power you felt sitting in this seat was immeasurable, hearing that the man who was twice your size wanted you to remove his sense of control, well, it had you thrumming with anticipation.

Leon huffed a laugh. He looked down, obviously slightly ashamed at having admitted this. “Well, you haven’t had much time to get to know me.”

You shifted in your seat, turning to him, bending slightly to get him to look into your eyes again. “So tell me, then. I have the time to listen.” 

He attempted a shrug, and leaned back at the same time so you could see his face clearer now. Some of his hair was covering his eyes, but you left it, though you did think about moving it for him. “I’m 27, I used to be a cop, still affiliated though, I do some late night stuff at the station…” He looked over. “I did just want to help you. Even if there was no one in the car, I probably would have stopped anyway.” You nodded, listening to every word. “I…” He trailed off, looking for the words to say. “I don’t… do much else. I’m not that interesting.”

“You have no girlfriend or wife?” You whispered, and though you knew, hoped, the answer would be no, you wanted to know why he thought the answer was no.

He shook his head, as predicted. “I don’t seem to have luck.” He laughed lowly, almost in a self-deprecating manor.

“Well, I hope this isn’t always how you try to pick up women, it’s kind of scary, you know.” You laughed, and he smiled with you.

“I never particularly bothered to go looking. I just figured they would come around.”

“You can’t always bet on fate like that, it might not get you anywhere.” You shrugged.

He raised an eyebrow. “It did tonight, though.”

You nodded, seeing the irony in the night. After a second of silence, you slightly shifted your position again. “So, now what? A man like you has me in your car, holding rope, that you already had in here, by the way, and you’re telling me you want me to use it to show you what I’m capable of.”

He shrugged and leaned back, breaking eye contact for a moment. A small smile played on his lips. “Well…” He sighed. “I think it will keep you warmer than you would be in your car.”

The two of you migrated to the backseat without another word. Something shifted in the air, some silent agreement had settled in between you two, and the moment the doors shut behind you, mouths on one another, heat rising, hands slithering in between, leaving no inch of skin left untouched. Leon was quick to snake his warm hands up your shirt and hike it over your head, but you let him, followed quickly by his own. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss became sloppy, greedy, you would have succumbed to it then and there if there wasn’t a promise to uphold.

You raked your hand through his hair, soft as silk, and gripped at the base of his head, making him moan into the kiss. The hand he placed on your waist gripped the flesh, and with one swift movement, you swung your leg over his to straddle him. It was already like he was at your mercy before you even took anything away from him, and it only made him look all the more desperate for you.

The kiss broke, and for a second the two of you were just staring at each other. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, which you had discovered with your hands before even seeing it, that it was incredibly toned, and you almost didn’t even want to stop touching him. HIs hands rested on your hips, holding you in place on top of him, eyes full of lust.

He shook his head slowly, forming a thought. “Are you sure you weren’t in charge of fate to make me find you tonight?”

You grinned, running your hands up his torso, you just couldn’t stop yourself. “If I was, don’t you think I would have made it a little more convenient for us?”

He sighed at your touch, head rolling backwards, closing his eyes. After a low hum of satisfaction, he replied. “I guess so… What about fate the second time around?” Your hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the texture underneath your palms, all of the skin and bone and muscle. You pushed yourself down into his lap, already feeling his hardening dick through his jeans, making him groan louder, and you sigh in relief.

“We haven’t even gotten started and you are already thinking of round two…” You leaned in, teasing a breath along his neck, then gently licking on his jawline. The skin of your stomach felt the heat that he was producing, and you pressed your bodies together, the contact feeling like bliss.

“I already know I’ll need you again.” He said in a whisper, and the sheer intensity that it caused within you made you lean in and bite the tender skin under his jaw, and he moaned, gripping your waist even tighter.

Your hands kept running along his skin, desperate to get even more contact between you two. Your mind was getting foggy with desire, needing to be as close to Leon as possible, as much as the small space in his backseat would allow. His fingers were starting to dip below the waistline of your pants, and while you almost let him slide them past, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled it out, remembering the reason you were in the backseat in the first place.

“Don’t forget why we’re here…” You mumbled into his ear, where you were still pressed up against him. You heard him sigh, as well as felt it, and finally pushed yourself off of him.

He looked up at you from under his half-lidded eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do, then. I’ll do anything.” His voice was breathy and low, and his hands came down to rest on the top of your thigh. You sat up as straight as you could, feeling all of the control get handed over to you in that one second. Involuntarily, a chill ran through your body. Cold air had hit your heated skin as you parted, as well as the added sensations that Leon was contributing to. He pushed himself up, leaned past you to the front seat, one hand steadying you on your lower back. When he fell back, he put the shoulders of his jacket over you.

He sighed as he leaned back, examining your frame as it rested over him, straightening your posture as the warmth fell around you. “Looks better on you anyway…” 

You stared at him for another moment before your brain kicked into action. “Hold your hands out,” You whispered, and he obeyed. You reached behind you and grabbed the bundle of rope. “You’ll behave if I tie you up like this?” 

“Yes…” He breathed out, watching your hands as they wrapped and knotted the rope around his wrists, not too tight, but he couldn’t slip out of it too easily. You felt a surge of confidence at the mere premonition of you tying up a huge, muscled man, submitting to your dominance. You felt heat pool in between your legs as his head fell back, his chest flexed, and the feeling of his hard cock poking you through his pants. You were suddenly glad your car gave out on you on this random night.

This brings you to your current position. Everything playing an equal hand in getting this man in his own backseat underneath you, staring up with sinful eyes. You weren’t sure what to do first, you wanted to do everything to this man, and let him do everything to you. 

He had already professed his need for you to take him in your mouth, and you were itching to keep teasing him, but as a reward for not leaving you stranded, you were going to play nice with him.

HIs breathing was ragged and his eyes were locked on you, not daring to look away as your hands snaked closer and closer to the button on his jeans. Your fingers flitted over the tent in his pants, the sensation barely registering with him, and he bucked his hips up, but you pressed them back down by his hips. 

“Patience… patience baby…” You murmured, not looking up from where your hands were dancing around letting him loose. He whined, and the sound traveled straight to your core, making you all the more desperate. As a second reward for obeying your command, you pressed your palm fully into his hardened cock, and he groaned and threw his head back. You smirked in response, now needing the skin on skin contact. 

Your hands made quick work of the button and zipper, and he lifted his hips when you pulled down his waistband of both his jeans and underwear. His erection sprang out, slapping his toned stomach, and you felt saliva pooling in the corners of your mouth, slick gathering in between your legs, and Leon was almost shaking with anticipation.

You wrapped a delicate hand around his dick and he whined again, his chest shuddering with shallow breaths, sighing out profanities at the contact. He was so warm and hard in your hand, and even just the ginger strokes you were delivering had him crumbling under you.

The other hand that wasn't wrapped around him came up to brace yourself on his chest, and his skin matched the temperature of his throbbing girth. His tip was leaking profusely, and you brought your thumb up to press through it and spread it, which elicited another whimper from within him. The friction was dry, and you were sure it didn't feel the best for Leon, but there were no signs of pain in his expression, and if you kept this up long enough, he might cum from this alone. 

He was of average length, but you were never one to complain, especially not in a situation like this, and it was a benefit when the attempt to deepthroat him came along, knowing it would make it easier. You couldn’t wait any longer, and even though watching him writhe under you was more pleasure than you expected, you needed more.

You leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You made a brief note of how hot it was in the car now, probably all from him, and though it was completely dark outside, you were sure the windows were foggy. He sighed at your lips on his skin. 

“Thank you for being so good to me,” You spoke softly to him, and you lifted your head to press your lips together, which he hungrily accepted. Your body fell forward slightly, your hand still balancing on his hard chest, and you could feel his arms in between the both of you, but he was not protesting. 

You pulled away, but hovered over his face and pressed your foreheads together. He whispered, “Need you so bad…” heavily breathing onto your lips. You grinned, seeing he was quickly reaching the brink of his patience. 

“I got you baby,” Another quick kiss, but you pulled away before he could deepen it. “You’re being a good boy for me.” He quietly moaned at the praise, and let you remove yourself from on top of him. You hopped off his lap and sunk to your knees in between his legs, looking up once last time to see his pretty face before ducking your head, and licking a thick stripe up the length of his cock. 

His groan was louder than it had been before, and you felt his whole body shudder with his breaths. The saliva that had been gathering in your mouth coated him easily, and when your tongue met the tip, with a swipe to collect the precum (which resulted in another sharp whine), you let all of your spit pour over your lips and leak down the sides, which you hastily swept up with your hand, and continued to pump his dick with. 

Every breath that he released was paired with some sort of noise, whether it be a groan, a whine, a whimper, anything that you were doing to him right now was causing him to quickly become unwound, and just seeing him fall apart under your hands was causing your strokes to become harder, quicker, and you stopped refusing him to buck his hips in your hand because you loved seeing how desperate he was becoming. You could see the veins in his forearms and biceps, the flexing of his arms against the rope around his wrists, and it made you weaker to know he was the only person keeping him within those restraints, and he could flip the power dynamic at any moment if he wanted to. But, he didn’t, and he let himself be dominated.

With another lick from base to tip, your lips closed over his head, our tongue dipped and swirled around the soft skin, the tangy salt of his precum coating your tastebuds, and at once, you took his entirety into your mouth. A rough gasp came from Leon as you swallowed him whole, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling every ridge and bump. Your hand continued to work below where you could reach, giving gentle squeezes, and your other hand occasionally worked his balls, causing him to throw his head back every few seconds.

You were reveling in his taste at this moment, every bead of precum that spurted out of his tip was lapped up instantly, mixing in with your spit as you took him in your mouth, your tongue studying and memorizing his shape and size. You sucked him down like it was your last moment to ever be with him, hoping you would be able to find yourself in this position with him again. 

“Fuck… fuck, you feel so good…” Leon couldn’t contain the words spilling out of his mouth, he was losing sanity it seemed with every movement you made with your tongue, every stroke your hand delivered, and every time you opened your throat to shove him as far back as you could. He would whimper every time you stifled a gag at trying to deepthroat his length, loving the way you worked past pain just to have more of him. 

You could feel so much heat and wetness within yourself, and as much as you wanted to relieve your own pressure, you knew you wouldn't be done with Leon after you made him cum.

After another hit to the back of the throat with his tip, you heard him whine out, “I’m so… I’m so close, fuck–” paired with more gasps and whimpers. His fists were balled up so tight, the rope was straining against his flexing, and his mouth hung open as he watched you take him all. 

Your hand that wasn’t on his cock was gripping his thick thigh, feeling it twitch underneath your palm. You gripped it tighter, deciding against an urge to want to edge him, not able to fight your own need to taste him. 

After another lick, you released him from your mouth and resorted to stroking him so you could talk and breathe for a moment. “How close are you, baby?” Your breathing was heavy, and you could feel the spit hanging off your lips, still connected in thin strings to his tip.

He gasped again at the feeling of cool air touching his wet dick. “So… so close,” He bucked his hips again into your hands and you let him, liking watching him chase his own release.

“Where do you want it, huh? I’ll let you decide.” You kept working his dick while he tried his hardest to contain himself.

He groaned, clearly struggling to speak through all of the sensations. “I… I, oh, god, anywhere…” His head was back against the seat again, and this time it seemed to stay there while you kept touching him. Underneath his arms, you could see his torso tensing and relaxing with the way his whole body was pulsing, and even through the darkness you could tell he was toned, insanely so, you could see the rigid outlines of ab muscles where his arms weren’t blocking them. Sharp lines contoured his hips where they dipped into his pelvis, akin to a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end that you currently had in your hands, dripping with precum and saliva. You couldn’t take it. You needed to see him blissed out.

You moved your hand back down to the base and planted your flat tongue on the underside of his cock, licking all the way up to the tip. “Come on, cum for me, I’ll let you…” With quick movements and the occasional lick to his tip, you brought him closer and closer to his release, and you could see it written all over his face whenever he put his head back up to look down at you. His brows were furrowed, his mouth open, and you could see the glint on his face from sweat. 

“Shit, oh, fuck, I–I’m coming,--” Leon rasped out as much as he could through his thick breaths, body convulsing the second he hit the threshold of his release. You felt it the same time you saw it, his dick throbbed under your palm and a rope of hot white cum spurted upward, landing on his stomach, some on his hands, and yours. You hastily pressed your mouth to the tip, feeling it coat your tongue, the roof of your mouth, drip to the back of your throat. You kept your tongue pressed to the underside of the head, feeling that, too, pulse with his orgasm. He was groaning in tandem with this happening, and you lapped up everything he had to offer, the salty, hot, viscous liquid sitting heavy in your mouth. You choked back a gag with the swallow, but it made it down, and you cleaned your hand, his twitching dick, and wherever it landed on him by licking it up. He whimpered at the feeling of your tongue on his hands.

“You looked so good for me,” You whispered into the air as you slowly rose from your position, and hovered over him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me like this…” You looked down at him, spent, panting, eyes lazily making eye contact with you, but you could see so much more in his gaze. 

A second passed before either of you spoke again. Without moving too far, you brought a hand down to untie the rope, and his hands came to rest over your thigh once they were free. The rope lay discarded on the floor.

“We still have the rest of the night… don’t we?” Your stomach turned at his implication, he still wanted you, and he was still ready to keep going. Your hand came up to gently touch the side of his neck, thumb tracing the edge of his jawline.

“We have however long you want. I’m not done with you.” 

He grinned, his eyes opened a little further this time, and his hands left your thighs to hold your face as he kissed you deeply, blissfully ignoring your phone incessantly ringing, abandoned in the front seat.

[pixiesndberries]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 141 — 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

CONTENTS : calling them while being drunk at 3:00 am.

CHARACTERS : captain price, soap, ghost, and gaz.

WARNING : none just on crack lmaoaoa 😭

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i need to think about this million times, and it took me million times to have a motivation also (i do nsfw..for the one who wanted to request *wink* *wink*) 😇

JOHN PRICE :

— lad is sleeping peacefully after a long rest after a tough mission, his nokia went ringing like hell and literally thought the fire alarm went BRAHHH. Old man was flabbergasted and looks like having an heart attack at 3:00 am.

DAD MODE 100 % he would actually think about it for a moment whether he would pick you up or not because he's unsure what things about to happen. Would be worried for a moment since your friends took over in the phone to help you make him pick you up.

WOULD 100 % NAG AT YOU IN THE CAR. I SAID WHAT I SAID 🗣️‼️ and it made the whole ride like this.

;

"price i think i will puke the cheerios i ate." you laugh with little hiccups while he was driving stressed while wearing his pajamas on. "hey hey, dont ya' fookin' open that damn window!" he says pulling you away while driving with one hand literally jamming in the whole rode as tokyo drift plays in the car radio.

SOAP :

— i feel like he's either the one calling you or he is with you 😭 ok but like let's stick with this scenario with him. He was having a nice sleep of course, and ik he snores like this IM SORRY LMAO and his phone started ringing like hell and he went crazy thinking it was the fire alarm.

he would pretend to act like he hates you for not inviting him to drink with you as he was getting ready to leave to pick you up; he's trying to stay in contact with you because first of all you are heavily drunk and just very very late so it's not THAT safe for you so he tried his best to keep in contact with you until he arrives.

He almost crash the car tbh and he almost hit a deer 😇.

;

"really not invitin' me? i feel offended." he chuckles teasing your drunk ass, "it's not like that!" you whine nudging him thinking he's actually mad at you. "do you hate me?" you asked looking at him like you were about to cry or something, "yes." "fuck you." "nope you're drunk." (the whole ride is just on crack tbh)

GHOST :

— MY MAN IS TRYING TO HAVE A REST ONCE FOR HIS LIFE 😭 (please let this man have a vacay) yet you were there, just as he feels like he's sleeping (ik damn that felt good for him) when suddenly HIS PHONE STARTED TO RING. Bro was ready to pull the trigger, but he took a deep breath; at first he never wanted to answer the phone but when he saw those messages that was typed by your friends saying that you need a ride home because you are heavily drunk. Okay for a moment he think about it he was like, if i pick this motherfucker up is there a benefit? okay what if something happens to them then it's my fault?

WHEN HE PICKED YOU UP HE HAS HIS BALACLAVA ON AND YOU WERE SO DRUNK THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING KIDNAPPED 😭‼️ and you were like asking for help and shit and he's just there continues to drive wishing he just made a better decision to burn his phone down. seriously.

after like a whole ass minute you finally shut up and just watch him drive silently 😞 and of course he was like "finally."

;

you were watching him drive silently when the car suddenly passed by your favourite fast food chain making you quickly go feral like hell, "I WANT A BITE PLEASE." you say as you keep pulling his shirt trying to make him stop driving, "no." he says as he just continues to drive tiredly, MAN WAS SO DONE. "please mr kidnapper 😭" "lord help me."

GAZ :

— like soap he was sleeping peacefully and snores like mimimimimi 😇💕 when you called and says that you needed a ride home because you were drunk (you tried insisting that you are not THAT drunk 😭) bro was worried so he was like okay sure so he didn't hesitate but to pick you up even though he still felt sleepy. He really cares for you so he really don't mind.

when he picked you up he helped you going inside the car, putting the car seat on a comfortable position; YOU ARE TREATED LIKE A ROYAL 🗣️‼️ You were mumbling and talking about some topics he doesn't know but continues to listen because he knows you are heavily drunk and you barely know what's happening.

HE'S THE TYPE OF GUY YOUR PARENTS WOULD TRUST FR ‼️

;

"-and and this guy came up on me and like hey shawty you need some good dicking there? And i was like fuck you dude!" you continue to babble even though it looks like you were already getting pulled by your sleep making Gaz laugh, "hey that's actually creepy thank god you went away from him." he says calmly as he continues to drive, "yeah yeah- and- and-"

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𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

Summary: Visiting home brings up old feelings for the boy next door…

Myung Jaehyun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Boy Next Door AU, Non-idol!AU, Language, Mutual pining, Hyperfeminine!Reader, Childhood friends to lovers, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), dry humping, slight ddlg themes, praise kink, dom/sub themes, Dom!Jaehyun, Needy!Jaehyun, Hyperfeminine!reader, Premature Orgasm, Loser!Jaehyun, Needy sex

The lack of actual boy next door fanfic for Boynextdoor is harrowing...

You did not hate your childhood. In fact, you would venture to say that you should look quite fondly of most of it because most of it had taken place here- in a picturesque wasteland of suburbia, and as you drive through the narrow main road, staring at glimpses of childhood relics, you begin to frown. Every memory was so unequivocally perfect except, maybe, for the ones containing him.

"Can you at least try to sound like you're not going kill yourself while you’re there?" Your best friend's voice drones on from the car speaker. Her words, no matter how valid, elicit an eye roll from you, effectively stopping your journey down memory lane. "It would be awful to have to drive down to your childhood home just because you tried to kill yourself, I refuse to have that be the way you introduce your college best friend to your mother."

"Relax," you affirm in a voice groggy from underuse. Spending an entire 15 hour drive beguiled to your car without any company except for maybe of course your Destiny's Child album and a swelling sea of dread in the pit of your stomach.

This would be the first time in a year that you were visiting your childhood home since you left for college. The first time anyone who mapped the outline of your childhood, would perceive you as the budding, blossoming, depressive adult you have become. You felt like a storm coming back into your picturesque childhood neighbourhood, threatening to sweep everything away. That feeling of dread only doubles when your driveway appears on the bottom of a hill. The cul-de-sac of your childhood with all its trimmed hedges, neat fencing and constantly perfect shudders, sends you hurtling into nostalgia and once again, common ordinary dread.

"What If I just turn the car around right now, would that be bad?"

"I have never met a college student so unhappy to be home-" Your best friend mumbles, "You're going to be living the dream!? Actual balanced meals!? Please take one for the team,"

Almost immediately, her words trigger a rumble of hunger from your stomach and you groan as your car curls into the cul-de-sac. Your heart is hammering in your ear, not for the reasons anyone might think, but because of those memories locked in your childhood. As you drive, you try to keep your eye on your house. Your perfect homely house.

Your eye doesn't even stray to the house beside it!

Honest to God!

Not even once.

"Is there a reason you don't wanna go home so bad?"

"The weather is so bad," you say almost automatically, "I think the line's about to cut,"

"Bitch, you only avoid my line of questioning like this when it's about some dick-"

"Jeez, the weather’s messing with the connection."

"If you drop this call TRUST you will be dealt w-"

"I'll call when I unpack, love you-" when you drop the call, your car is parked in the driveway and your shoulders are slumped over. You contemplate waiting around in the driveway until some relative forcibly pulls you out but that thought is quickly made obsolete when you hear a harsh knocking on the door. Your stress levels gravitate to an all time high as you watch him, waving frantically at you from the other side of the glass. His smile is bright and just as crooked as ever. His wave is frantic and energetic; Jaehyun is practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, so unequivocally happy to reunite with his childhood best friend.

His only friend. The return of that voice in your head is one of things you had been anticipating on this trip. Mainly because your childhood had been riddled with so much self esteem issues, your feelings practically metamorphosed into that voice you now hear now. That's all you'll ever be to him. All you've ever been, Your mind remarks in a distasteful spit of venom.

"Get your face off of my windows unless cleaning my car for the foreseeable future is a job you're actually interested in." You say coolly as you slide out of the vehicle. Jaehyun gives space for you to stretch, all while shuffling from one foot to the next, picking at the sleeves of his flannel with a dopey smile like he was one second away from proudly telling you he 'frew up at school'.

"Still as homicidal as ever." He says your name with a familiarity that nearly knocks you unconscious. You focus on lifting your arms to the air, and ironing out tje various aches in your back.

"How long has your ass been waiting here anyway?" It's Jaehyun's turn to nearly evade eye contact at your question. He finds it exceedingly difficult to follow along with what you're saying when you so very clearly have boobs now.

"Since my mom told me you'll be back,” He says before immediately adding, “hey- how long have those been there?" You drop your arms with furrowed brows as you look at him.

"What?"

You await a response that doesn't arrive. Jaehyun only points nonchalantly towards your chest. You look down at your v-neck and back at Jaehyun. "I don't know what you're talking about," you roll your eyes as you shuffle past him.

"YOU HAVE BOOBS NOW?!” He exclaims, “EW-"

You turn around to face him, pushing your acrylic nail into his sternum, "I've always had tits- sh-shut up-"

"You literally finished high school without them. I would have noticed as the tiddy connoisseur, trust me."

You find yourself embarrassed, not by his avid teasing (this is something you've been forced to deal with every single day of your childhood and adolescence,) but you find your stomach warming for completely different reasons. Your Jaehyun-obsessed brain wants to pick apart and dissect his entire statement. Maybe he's finally noticing you now? Maybe this age-old crush will evaporate and metamorphose into something else.

You cannot speak because your nail is still digging intently at his sternum and he's staring down at you, as if waiting for whatever venom laced comeback you had waiting for him.

All you're able to focus on however, is the way in which you're staring intently at each other. For him, this proximity is probably nothing, but for you... "Also when you get in there, please for, the love of God, act surprised."

The spell is immediately broken and you're once again brought back down to earth.

The cul-de-sac.

The driveway.

The afternoon sun, surrounded by a cooling breeze.

"Please don't tell me I'm about to walk into another family dinner," your eyes grew heavy with fatigue at just the mere thought of all your family dinners before. 'Family' being used very loosely because he always somehow found himself in every single one.

"You know how our moms can get," you did. You really did.

"Ugh," you exclaim, trudging up the house steps, "1 hour of this and I'm done." Your hand pauses before the doorknob and you turn to Jaehyun with a bored, almost questioning stare. "Aren't you gonna get my things?"

His grins a wolfish grin before clutching at the t-shirt under his flannel, "Oh how I've missed being bossed around by you-"

"Fuck you-" You chuckle out. Jaehyun only turns his torso sloppily as he continues walking to your car.

"A guy could hope!"

And just like that, that smile is gone. The moment is sour. Because whatever he meant, you knew from childhood experience that it did not mean what you wanted it to.

-

Meeting everyone all at once had been as jarring as you expected it to be. You ceremoniously heeded Jaehyun's advice, acting so completely shocked when your relatives and Jaehyun's family yelled 'Surprise' in unison. Everyone was sporting smiles that crinkled their eyes and arms open for hugs. Before you were made privy to every line of questioning surrounding school, Jaehyun's mom swept you into her arms.

"How's is my daughter in law-" there was no time for her to watch you grow tense at her words because Jaehyun who was lugging your luggage in, calmly affirmed, "She has tits now, apparently-"

"MYUNG JAEHYUN-"

The evening had progressed with all the domesticity that you lacked during college and you found yourself at immense ease throughout dinner. Home is still home. Jaehyun is still Jaehyun. Everything that once was, still is and you took a second after dinner to ruminate in the feelings of comfort seeping into your entire being.

That is until your mother ruined it by inserting a very unnecessary, wholly uncalled for fact during dessert drudgery.

"Any boys on campus?"

"It's campus," you snorted as you stuffed your face with malva pudding, "of course there are boys," Throughout the course of your dinner, Jaehyun, who is dutifully seated directly beside you, has taken to swinging his leg against yours. A provocation from childhood that you almost immediately latch onto until you are both playing a violent game of footsies under the table.

"No boys to smooch on campus," Jaehyun speaks up, petulantly puckering his lips at you. All you're able to do is try and ignore him which proves to be a dangerous feat.

"I should think there's a new boy." Your mom says before pointing at you and Jaehyun with the flick of her utensils, "The primary school crush you two had on each other has gone on for way too-"

"MOM!?"

Your mother's slip of the tongue instantly grabs all of Jaehyun's attention. He's perking up in his seat like a rottweiler at attention with his head snapped in your direction.

"Crush?" His eyes falter, scanning the side of your face as if he was perceiving you anew. All traces of a smile are gone as he dumbly asks "What crush?"

"I've been driving for an insane amount of hours," you begin by pushing yourself out of your dining chair, "I should unpack and get to bed-"

"W-Wait I can help." You glare daggers at Jaehyun, that look alone should be enough to stop him from rising from his seat.

"Don't be rude. Your best friend hasn't seen you in ages" your mother scolds, lightly prompting your hands to curl at your sides, "We'll take care of the dishes."

-

Your ascension up the stairs had been charged with tension and filled with something else entirely. You walk ahead of Jaehyun as if trying to distract yourself from his presence, but everything about him is so completely there, "I can feel you staring at my ass," you mumble, needing to fill the air with something, anything at all as you reach the upstairs landing. "Guilty," he says as he follows you into your childhood room which is much the same.

Jaehyun beelines for your twin bed, almost immediately flinging himself on the childish quilted bedspread. "This place is still the same..."

"So are you actually going to be useful, because if not," you fold your arms as you stare him down, "You can leave?"

His mouth hangs open in a lopsided grin as he reaches around to grab at the very first plushie he finds. One of many.

"You still sleep with these?" He asks instead, as if your question meant nothing at all. He plays idly with the stuffed dinosaur in his hands as he leans his head back against the pillows. Seeing him here, amongst your things, brought an avalanche of nostalgia and a wave of hopelessness. He is still so attractive, even after all these years.

You sigh, "Jaehyun if you're not gonna-"

"So was that true?" There it is. The shotgun question that had been hanging like damp washing between the two of you. With your nerves shot to hell, you decide to lower your behind on the very edge of the twin bed as you busy your hands with folding your clothes. Your back is turned to him but you can feel those piercing, smiling eyes watching you.

"Is what true?"

"C'mon, don't do that,'' there is a noise of shuffling behind you. Your heart hammers in its cage with the dip in the bed sheets and you can feel him seated directly behind you. You look down at your lap to find that he's placed your plushie there, as if to distract you from the fact that his legs were now framing yours, his front pressed against your back.

"You know what," he whispers straight into your ear, sounding as serious as you've ever heard him.

Craning your neck backwards to let your eyes fall on Jaehyun would prove to be a cataclysmic mistake. It only heightens the wobble in your voice as you say, "The crush I had on you was juvenile and childish and frankly didn't mean any-"

"Dude..." he whispers, eyes seemingly boring into every single square inch of your face, "I've dreamt about being your boyfriend since I fucking found out what a boyfriend is." His words knock the breath cleanly out of your lungs and your voice grows quiet as he lifts his hand to the side of your face. "What..."

"Yeah!"

His voice is loud and boisterous but you're still somehow locked tightly in your stupor.

"Nu uh," you mumble, your eyes daringly drifting across his lips, "You're lying?"

"How am I lying, angel?" you suck in a deep breath because his thumb is rubbing dizzying circles against your cheek now and his voice has descended a gravelly octave. He dips his head down, experimentally placing a feathlight kiss on the corner of your bottom lip. So innocent, but charged with so many expletives, the possibilities rush straight to your clit.

Still, you soldier on.

"B-Because remember what you said at our grade 6 dance?"

He's not listening. He's not listening because he's finally got a taste of you and he'd be damned if he didnt get more. Jaehyun cranes your neck until you're facing forward once more and you gasp when his lips descend on the skin between your neck and shoulder. "Enlighten me," he mumbles against your skin, placing more featherlight kisses there before he quickly grows bored and decides to stick out his tongue experimentally. You turn into molten clay in his hands and the whimper that escapes you is borderline pornagraphic. This is the stuff all Jaehyun's previous fantasies are made of.

"W-When you asked me out- you said..." your voice drifts off because Jaehyun can't help but let his right hand reach around until he squeezes your torso impossibly closer. All the pudge, all the skin, all the ways he's been dreaming about having you this close and you were there for the taking this whole time.

"Fuck, I'm obsessed with you…" He says, and he does a very odd thing. He buries his face in your neck and just sniffs. This momentary slip of weakness allows you to regain some of your senses as you say,

"Y-You asked me to be your date," Jaehyun is drunk on the very scent of you now and his cock throbs as he brings you impossibly closer against his lap,

"What else did I say, baby," he wants you to carry on talking. Anything that might distract you from wanting him to leave. Anything that might keep you here just a little longer. His cock throbs at that thought alone and it has him rubbing against your skin like a dog in heat.

"Y-You said you didn't have anyone else to go with-" you suck in a deep breath through your air as Jaehyun's hand venture underneath your shirt. He slithers his hand up in a hurry until his cool fingertips are grazing the flesh of your breasts. Like a crazed adolescent driven by his hormones alone, he pulls your bra down, all while tonguing and licking at your neck like his life depended on it.

"S'sorry," he mumbles incoherently behind you, and his hand on the side of your face cranes your head backwards so that you're facing him once more, "So'so'sorry," he places a sloppy, apologetic kiss on your mouth which immediately triggers a very deep desire that is almost as old as you are.

"I wanted you so bad-" you admit with a gasp, and Jaehyun feels your confession shoot straight down his spine. He plasters his front into your backside, pressing his hips against your ass in an apparent wave of lust.

"I've always needed you," he ventures to admit, pressing his bulge against your backside as if needing to persuade you further.

Those words of affirmation are all you need , all you've needed for a lifetime and you immediately turn until you're lumbering onto him before letting your knees frame his hips. His hands instinctively grip onto, your supple, full hips and the feeling of your softness on top of him alone is enough to have him groaning into the air as his hips stutter up at you.

While you crash your lips against his once more you lift yourself away but his hips follow, "The fuck are you doing!?" He mumbles against your lips before biting lightly at your bottom lip.

"Too heavy," you mumble, "I don't wanna be too hea-"

Your words dissolve in your throat and in its place, a yelp escapes as Jaehyun forcibly pulls you down onto his sweatpants-clad lap. "You did this to me," he says, watching you intently as if scolding you, "You did this to me and now you wanna run away?" He scoffs as his hands begins to guide your hips against his. You're both in very flimsy material. Him in his sweatpants and you in similar attire except your sweatpants were a dusky pink. "Youre so pretty grinding on me like that fuck-" he speaks quickly and fluidly as he leans backward onto your bed, making more space to watch you grind yourself on top of him.

His attention is utterly intoxicating and so you do nothing but listen when he says, "Take your top off, baby-"

You peel the item of clothing off, unclipping your bra with all the speed and sloppiness that came with your lust-filled fog/ Jaehyun doesn't help. He's all too focused on guiding your hips against his, watching you face contort into pleasure.

"Pants," he says, needing to see more of your open-mouthed moans, "Take your pants off," he whispers, "Make a mess on me," he swallows thickly, "Please,"

You lift yourself to momentarily push your sweatpants, Jaehyun lifts himself momentarily to grab at your stuffed animal.

"Whatre you-" When you straddle him again, you're completely naked while he's fully clothed. The juxtaposition only elicits another wave of lust. "Hold this while you ride me," he stuffs your plushie against your chest, watching your mouth hang open as you lower your clit onto his bulge,

"O-Oh my fuck, Jaehyun-"

"Just like that, angel, fuck,' he throws his head back momentsrily stumped by the weight of his pleasure. He's trying to be dominant for you. He's trying to keep his control for you, but you're moving your hips against his, with his bulge between your legs, using him for absolute filth. It ruins him entirely.

His voice cracks when he lifts his head to look up at you and say, "Oh my god, you feel so fucking good, oh my god," When Jaehyun curses, your cunt only presses down harder against him, prompting a needier response out of you.

Jaehyun swallows thickly, "Use me, baby," he says, "F-Fuck, just fucking use me," his hips stutter upwards and his hands on your sides grip you so tightly you know it'll leave marks. "Doing s-so well for me. Youre doing so fucking well-"

He watches with an open mouth at your tits, so pillowy and full, bouncing as you rub yourself against him and he completely loses it.

"Fuck- p-please cum, I need to cum so bad-" Jaehyun gasps, wracking another torrid moan out of you as you descend almost immediately into your orgasm. Jaehyun watches with an open mouth and half lidded eyes, unable to stop himself from fucking up into you. He wraps his arm against your waist and buries his face in your chest. You rake your fingers through his hair and he shivers

"No way you just made me cum in my pants," he is so incredibly overcome with embarrassment, he dreads having to look up at you.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"No, Jaehyun, its-"

"I mean about not being honest sooner. That was bad of me, he mumbles into your chest and you chuckle at his petulance, "I'm sorry,"

"Apology accepted for making me wait so long..."

<3

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[mrshesh]

hi! do you have any general hcs for the cod:ghosts boys?

general headcanons - call of duty: ghost's

overview: general headcanons of the call of duty: ghost's boys!

pairing: none!

genre: fluff, pure tomfoolery

a/n: hi anon! i'm thrilled i finally got a request for these boys. i love them so much, it's getting a bit unhealthy. you're truly the best for requesting them! i hope you love it!

x logan walker

He sucks at puzzles. He’s smart and tactical, but puzzles are on another level of difficulty for him. 

He likes doodling a lot. If he has a pen and a surface to draw on, he will sketch a small smiley or a caterpillar. It has become such a habit that he doesn’t even think about it when he does it. It got so bad that once, Keegan called him out on it mid-doodle, leaving Logan embarrassed for a week. 

He loves the ocean, but beaches annoy him. He hates sand. (I firmly believe his hate for them is from Hesh throwing sand in his face as children.)

He has a picture of him and Hesh as kids in his wallet. He feels calmer when he looks at it, getting into the habit of peeking at it when stressed. 

He’s an avid Deftones enjoyer. He loves Beware and Diamond Eyes. 

He likes caramel-scented things, but he doesn’t like the taste of it. 

He has some insane dirt on Elias, and, of course, Hesh knows all of it. 

For some odd reason, he’s phenomenal at parallel parking. 

x david "hesh" walker

He loves movies. He can watch any genre! Horror? Great! Action? Love. Romance? Cute! Comedy? Perfect! He loves it all. Shows, however? Nope. 

He takes pride in his nails being clipped and filed at all times. He was a nailbiter in his teens, so he cares about his nails more than he should today. 

He can’t cook to save his life. 

Eminem is his go-to artist. He loves and respects many artists, but Eminem will always be at the top of his list. He loves Stan. 

He’s respectful in general.

He’s extremely secure and confident, yet he’s still pretty nervous when he talks to girls. 

He loves long car rides. Driving around in his car while listening to his favorite songs brings out a unique joy in him. 

He, unlike Logan, loves beaches! (He wasn’t the one who got sand thrown on him, so he’s thriving.) 

He hates coriander. 

x elias "scarecrow" walker

Unlike his son, Elias is great at puzzles! He’s disappointed Logan didn’t inherit that quality. He mourns it every day. 

He loves pickles. (Same.)

He manipulated himself into liking beer many years ago. 

People call him DILF all the time. It has happened too many times to count. He finds it funny, while Hesh and Logan are horrified every time. 

He doesn’t know how to put on chapstick. He puts it between his lips and swipes it back and forth, not on his lips. 

He got so much action when he was a teenager/young adult. He tells Logan and Hesh to “live a little” so they can experience that life, too. 

He doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does, he listens to either Korn or Chris Isaak. 

He adores Riley, sometimes stealing him from Hesh without warning. 

x keegan russ

He secretly enjoys ASMR. It helps him unwind and de-stress, but not sleep, surprisingly.

He’s excellent at the game Mafia. 

He has made way too many people giggle excitedly because of his voice. He finds it amusing but disturbing at the same time. He knows it’s attractive, but that many people? He has even made Elias giggle like a schoolgirl because of his vocal folds. 

Keegan strikes me as a Slipknot fan. He finds Killpop and Vermillion to be sexy. 

He loves grocery shopping. 

He talks to himself a lot. He’s antisocial and quiet around others, but when Keegan’s alone, he keeps having full-on conversations with himself. Merrick caught him doing it once - he never brought it up again. 

He enjoys lasagna a bit too much. 

He had a motorcycle phase as a young adult. It got so bad he learned how to do a wheelie on them, but his love for them has died down in the many years he’s been alive. 

He thinks wine is gross. 

x thomas merrick

He cannot stand bananas. Everything about them makes him gag. 

He gets such a rise out of being a bitch. He’s already annoying by default but strives to be even more insufferable for the fuck of it.

He, Alex, and Keegan smoke while being sentimental together at least once a month. (It’s always with Keegan and Alex - Elias, David, and Logan get left out.) 

He listens to underground metal like Sold Soul, and he thinks it makes him superior to everyone else. (And he gatekeeps it.)

He’s immune to pretty much all physical pain except for waxing. It’s enough to make him cry. 

He loved trains as a child.

His comfort song is Toxicity by System Of A Down. 

His appetite is insane. This man can eat a horse and still be hungry by the end of it. 

His calves are huge for some reason. 

[josephquinnswhore]

Watchful Eyes

Pairing: Joel Miller! Stalker boyfriend! x female reader

Summary: Joel hates when you go drinking.

Content Warning: shit writing, I’m drunk soooooo, stalker boyfriend Joel, reader is female and drinks alcohol, not seeing red flags.

Note: I’m drunk and this is trash.

Joel hated this—your one day of the two of you not working; and yet you’d insisted on seeing your friend, your best friend. You insisted. Pleaded, tried to make him see reason, that this was worth it, for you.. it was something that you’d hardly ever got to do. The stress of work and trying to keep a healthy relationship was diffficult, and Joel knew the struggle too.

He had to unlearn how to check your location, eyes lingering on the text chat where you’d messaged fifteen minutes ago stating you loved him. But did you really, if you’d not replied to his message. Could he really change his habits? Probably not.

12am rolls around and still no sign of you.

“Call me baby. Where are you?” You were drinking with your friend, of course a few others, all female, which he was thankful for. But that wasn’t enough to stop his mind from wondering. Maybe you’d explore something about yourself if only surrounded by women.

“Got some people coming over. Talk soon!” You texted back as normally as you could, thanks to auto correct.

He growls at the text, why in the world would you message him something so vague, who was coming over, when, were you going somewhere? When would you be home? Were there going to be men? He dreaded it, the anxiety and insecurity he faced as being with someone as beautiful as you.

“Fuckin Jesus Christ!” He cursed to himself, as his fists slammed onto the recliner he sat on. He trusted you, of course he did. You were a sweet woman, a loyal and wonderful women who had never given him a reason to ever doubt him. So why did he?

He didn’t trust a single soul to care for his girl. Especially while she was under the influence.. vulnerable.

As he started his car, he thought of every reason to excuse his irrational behaviour. He wanted to make sure you were safe, cared for, that no one were trying to grab onto you with their venomous hands. “Need to make sure you’re okay.” He murmured as his truck roared to life. Like all of his actions would be excused somehow if he said it aloud.

It’s almost humourous, how close you lived to your friend. Less than two minutes drive, a few streets away.. but he knew they would recognise his car, it was blantanly obvious, a white pickup with all of his construction gear on the back. So he turns the truck off and the lights, letting it roll down the hill until he can see you, standing on the balcony with a drink in your hand.

Only then does he pull the hand break as quietly as he can. He readjusts his blue cap so that he can tuck his stray curls under them, they’re unruly, and blocking whatever vision he has of you… finally.

You’re laughing. Of course you are, you’re a social creature when you drink, a few friends surround you as you make them all laugh. God he’s jealous—no, envious. Why couldn’t it be him? Hearing your sweet laugh and seeing those wonderful eyes staring into his own as he hears whatever you’ve said is so funny.

He texts you again, he can see your friends frown, and complain about how clingy he is, how you have no freedom where Joel is concerned. “Oh shut it you guys he loves me!” You excuse his behaviour and frown as you read the text.

“Oh.. Joel’s sick. I need to get him to the hospital. It could be his heart.” Your friends all give each other a look. You’re frantically packing your belongings before they could protest and Joel drives the short way home, getting into bed before you even start your car to drive home.

“Joel?” You call out wearily. He coughs and murmurs distantly.. “baby?”

Mad, you see him, your heart drops, his cheeks are stained with tears and his hand is clutching his chest. “Oh baby you look like you’re really struggling.” He can only nod at her shoulder as you come closer.

“It’s better now that you’re here. Thank you for coming. I really thought I was a goner..”

Fingers caress his outgrowing stubble.. “I’m here baby. Let’s get to bed.”

The alcohol still flowed through you—your veins, but you were holding him, and he’d never let you know that he smiled as you lie behind him, tucking him under the fleece blanket.

Joel was a bad man, and he loved it. For as long as you were his, he would do anything it took to keep you safe.

[heavyhitterheaux]

All I Want For Christmas is..... a Telfar bag

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: fluff from our favorite babies 😘💕

Synopsis: This is your first Christmas as a couple and you want to get the perfect gifts for each other

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: my darling @neon-lights-and-glitter and multiple anons 🥰💖

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First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

To say that you were stressed was an understatement.

This would be your first Christmas that you had a boyfriend and you had no idea what to get him and you wanted for your gift to be perfect. 

When you had originally asked Jack right after Thanksgiving, he said that he didn’t care what you had gotten him and that he was focusing on you since your birthday was the first week of December.

That’s how he was, always thinking about you before himself. 

You hated that he gave you that as his answer.

So of course that’s where Urban was going to be of help to you.

You quickly sent him a text asking for suggestions on what to get his best friend. It helped since he had known him a lot longer than you have. 

You- Urby!

Urban- What?

You- I will slap you through the phone, don’t you what me!

Urban- Hello, best friend. How can I be of assistance to you today?

You- That’s more like it. I need help deciding on a Christmas gift for Jack

Urban- Stick a bow on top of your head and put yourself under the tree. He’ll fold.

You- URBAN HENRY BE SERIOUS PLEASE!

Urban- I was being serious! All he probably wants for Christmas is you!

You- Cut the shit Mariah Carey

Urban- Well the one thing that I can think of that he’s been wanting is a pair of new balances

You- Hmm, that’s a thought. I could probably do that.

Urban- I already know what he got you

You- SPILL IT WYATT

Urban- Gotta go. Byeeeee.

You- GET BACK HERE!

Urban- See you at school on Monday!

Just then Jack was calling you on facetime and you quickly answered.

“Boo bear!” You exclaimed as you saw his face come on the screen and immediately smiled.

“Hey gorgeous, what are you up to?”

“Trying to decide on the perfect gift to get you. I asked Urban and he told me to stick a bow on top of my head and lay underneath the tree.”

“That might be the smartest thing that he’s ever said.”

“SERIOUSLY?! What am I going to do with the two of you?”

“Absolutely nothing. You’re stuck with us. Anyway, I have a surprise for you if you’re up for it.”

“I’m listening.”

“I just have to get my mom to drive us, but be ready by 7 and I’ll come and get you.”

“Can I have a hint as to what it is?”

“Nope. Get ready and I’ll see you soon.”

You quickly took a shower and decided on an outfit that would hopefully keep you warm. It was only about 20 degrees outside. 

It was 6:55 when you heard the doorbell ring and flew down the steps in order to open the door for your boyfriend.

You quickly embraced him as he leaned down to kiss you and you couldn’t do anything but smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi, baby girl. You ready to go?”

You eagerly nodded your head and Jack grabbed your hand in order to lead you to where Maggie’s car was.

“Hi mama Maggie!” You greeted her as you and Jack slid into the backseat and she immediately smiled at you.

“Hi sweetheart! You two ready?”

Both of you nodded as she started driving.

You were fascinated with the Christmas decorations passing you by before deciding to ask Jack where he was taking you. 

“Now can you tell me what it is?” You curiously asked as you grabbed Jack’s hand. 

“Remember how you said that you wanted to go ice skating but it would get too warm in Atlanta so you were never able to do it?”

“Yes?”

“We’re going ice skating.”

You instantly got a look of panic on your face.

“I’m going to fall right on my face.”

“No you won’t. I promise to hold onto you the entire time.”

“I have no idea how to even do it!”

“I’m going to be with you and I won’t let anything happen to you!”

“Just make sure my mom’s number is on speed dial, better yet make that 911.”

“Y/N, we aren’t going to need the paramedics.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Jack was currently helping you lace up your skates as Urban, Quiiso, Ace, 2fo, and Shloob were doing laps around the rink.

“Jack, are you sure these are tight enough?”

“Yes, babe. I promise. You ready?”

You were beyond terrified but knew that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 

“I guess.”

“COME ON Y/N!” Urban yelled and you quickly stuck up your middle finger at him. 

“SHUT UP URBY!”

“Baby, you have to stand up in order for us to be able to skate.” Jack said while looking at you. 

“Oh, I guess you’re right.”

Jack helped you stand up and make your way over to the entrance of the rink. Jack stepped onto the ice first before turning around to help you.

“I got you, baby. I promise.”

You nodded your head as you took your first step onto the ice and Jack quickly grabbed both of your hands.

“See? Not so bad right?”

“No, not so bad.”

Just then 2fo glided past the two of you.

“It’s about time, lovebirds!”

“I had to make sure my girl was good! She doesn’t want to be around yall anyway!” Jack said while shaking his head at him before turning back to you.

“Ready?”

You simply nodded as Jack held onto your hand and the two of you began to make your way around the rink.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I’m sure, not as scary as I thought it was going to be.” You added being completely honest.

“And you were over here thinking that we would need the paramedics.”

“Nothing wrong with being prepared!”

Just then Urban came on the other side of you and was skating backwards.

“Showoff. I hope you fall.” You said as you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Look, this date was my idea so stop being an ass. Your boyfriend asked for my help.” 

“Date? How is it a date when the rest of yall big headed selves are here?” You curiously asked while looking around at all of them. 

“I HEARD THAT!” 2fo yelled from behind you and you simply rolled your eyes.

“Besides, you know you love being around us.”

“Correction. I love being around my boyfriend.”

“Oh! Y/N! Did you get my gift yet?” You heard Shloob ask and you rolled your eyes.

“Your gift is about to be my foot up your ass! Now stop distracting me so that I don’t fall!”

“Like Jack will ever let that happen.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“BABY!”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?”

“That’s it. No hot chocolate for you.”

“Wait! I take it back!”

—-

It was now December 25th at midnight and Jack had told you the week prior that he wanted to do the first one to give you your Christmas gift and he was hoping that you liked it.

You didn’t care what he had gotten you at this point.

You were fine with a hug and a kiss.

So there you two were in your matching pajamas in your room since Jack had climbed up to your window a few minutes before ready to hand over your gifts to each other.

“Here, babe. I hope you like it.” Jack handed you a pink box with a white bow on top and you couldn’t help but to be excited. 

“I know I will because you bought it for me.” You responded being completely honest.

You opened the box to see a pink Telfar bag staring back at you.

“Babe, no you fucking didn’t.” You said being floored.

Telfar bags definitely were not cheap and he had to have saved up his allowance in order to buy it for you.

“Yes, I fucking did because I know my baby wanted this. You would talk about getting one nonstop and I know you said that you only wanted the small one, but I figured why not get you the bigger one so you can fit more things in it. I’ve seen your purse and I’m convinced that Clay could fit in there.”

“Jack….” You said while your eyes were starting to water.

“Babe, don’t cry!”

“I CAN’T HELP IT!”

Jack then slid you onto his lap in order to get you to calm down and you simply handed him his gift.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! Here, open yours.”

Jack ripped off the wrapping paper to see that it was a New Balance shoe box staring back at him.

“Are these the new 550’s?!?”

“You aren’t going to know until you open the box!”

Jack finally opened the box to see the latest version of the 550’s staring back at him.

“BABE!”

“I know you always mention how the 550’s are your favorite so I knew I had the perfect gift idea.”

“Thank you for this.”

“And thank you for my bag.”

“And one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

Jack reached into his pocket to pull out a mini mistletoe and hung it above the both of you.

“I could use a Christmas kiss.”

“Anything for my boo bear.”

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[mystic-shadows42]

A Baby Changes Everything {Part 3}

A/N: Not too sure about this chapter but nevertheless, enjoy!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,918

You laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours thinking over what had been said by your parents. It felt as if you were trapped. You were being backed into a corner and being coursed into making the biggest decision of your life. You were isolated but you weren’t alone.

As of late, Steve was the only other person who could even understand what was going on in your life. You didn’t hesitate to grab your bag and walk past your parents who were here together discussing what happened. Their talking was ignored as you hurried past them.

Your parents weren’t spiteful by any means but were struggling. They were desperate to make matters better and you having a baby wasn’t helping. Though their pressure and recent show of events were adding stress.

Ignoring everything around, you walked quickly to the nearest payphone with only Steve on your mind. You hoped that he was home, there was no other option. You needed some reassurance or hell, a distraction from all of these thoughts.

You dialed the number you knew by heart and tapped your foot nervously each time the phone continued to ring. After what seemed to be long impending rings later, the phone clicked.

“Harrington residence.”

You let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Steve’s voice. It was comforting just to hear him speak. It was soothing the ache you felt in your heart when it seemed that your entire world was crashing down around you.

“I need you to pick me up,” your voice wavered when you tried sounding normal. You didn’t want him to be worried but he’d pick up on it anyways. The sound of him moving in the background became apparent as his voice seemed to sound closer to the phone.

“Is everything alright?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose trying to keep it together. It seemed that all you do nowadays was cry and become overwhelmed and you hated the two feelings and how much they seemed to increase as each day passed.

“Now Steve, please.”

He seemed to understand with just those few words.

“Alright, I’m headed over.”

You stood just outside the entrance of the trailer park with only your bag in hand. It was hard to not focus on the events that happened earlier. It was all weighing heavily on your mind. By the time Steve pulled up, you brushed away the stray tears and hoped inside the passenger seat.

You saw him look over at you but he didn’t say anything. He simply continued driving somewhere. You didn’t care where just somewhere away from home. The ride remained silent with only the sound of the radio on.

When Steve finally stopped the car that’s when you finally looked around the surrounding area to see that he brought you to the lake. It was silent and no one was around. 

You got out of the car and walked closer to the water. Steve followed closely behind. 

It was peaceful to hear the sound of the calm water and the birds chirping nearby. It was the type of environment you needed to be in. You took a deep breath of air while closing your eyes.

You took a few more minutes to yourself and sat down trying to take in this new area. Steve sat down next to you and started to skip rocks on the water which was nice to watch.

He kept looking over at you but he continued to wait. When you turned your head to look at him that’s when he finally asked his question.

“So what’s going on?”

You dug into the dirt finding a rock and played with it in your hand to distract your nerves.

“Apparently, our parents had a discussion over the phone. Your dad-” you bit your bottom lip to hold it together. “Your dad is offering us money if we put the baby up for adoption.”

You looked over at Steve to gauge his reaction. To be honest you didn’t know if he knew or if he put his dad up to the whole ordeal. You were hoping he had nothing to do with it but you didn’t know for sure.

Steve narrowed his brows in confusion and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“He’s offering my parents and me $500,000 all cash. He told my parents that’ll he’ll pay the cost of the rest of my pregnancy up until I give birth. He said it’ll be discrete and we’ll forget this ever happened. The Harrington legacy will be untarnished without me and the baby being attached to you.”

“That son of a bitch,” Steve whispered harshly shaking his head. Your throat burned trying to hold it together and by the look on Steve’s face, he knew it too. “Hey, hey, nothing changes. We continue doing what we do.”

It was easier said than done but there was one more piece of information.

“My parents want me to accept the deal.”

Steve cocked his head and the expression on his face was sympathetic. He looked down at the floor and distracted himself by digging his shoe in the dirt.

“What do you want to do?” He was asking you out of pure curiosity if the plan had changed.

“I don’t know.” You were confused. If it had been just Steve’s dad telling you this then you wouldn’t have paid it any mind and still keep the baby but now that your parents were involved, it only made it harder.

Steve looked back at you and stood up from his spot. “You know what you want but you’re being pressured to make another choice. Fuck that. The day you told me that we were expecting, I was scared and overwhelmed but you knew where you stood with your decision. You said you were going to keep the baby. I want the baby too. We’re their parents. We make the decision, no one else.”

You stood up as well.

“I see where both sides are coming from. Your dad did speak to me on the phone for a little bit before I hung up on him. He said I was meddling in your future. That you aren’t ready for a baby and I’m too poor to care for one.” Steve closed his eyes at your words. He seemed extremely bothered by what his dad had said.

Steve opened his eyes back up and took a couple of steps forward until he was standing directly in front of you. He took your hands in his and lowered his head to catch your line of sight.

“I say screw everyone else who isn’t us.”

Steve broke through your exterior and made you smile. You laid your head against his shoulder as you both overlooked the lake. Nothing was said after that. It was only a peaceful silence that was much needed.

You and Steve were new parents in high school who seemed to be tackling new obstacles every day but as long as you had the other to lean on for support, you knew you both would be okay.

Steve took you home that night and went inside with you to discuss the plans that involved you and the baby with your parents. He took over the discussion explaining how you and he would be more than capable of having the baby. He would look at you each time making sure you were okay with everything he had to say to which you would assure him with a nod.

After a couple of days passed, everything seemed to be a lot lighter around your home. Steve talked to his dad and although you didn’t know what was said, he never bothered you again.

After coming into town with some supplies there were stories going around. One that involved someone defacing public property and shaming Nancy. It was upsetting to hear about but it disappointed you to know that Steve was more than likely involved.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a car engine pulled into the trailer park. Curiosity got the better of you so you pulled the curtain aside and looked out to Steve getting out of his car and weaving his fingers into his hair nervously.

You opened the door before he could even knock and saw the look in his eyes.

“I’m guessing you may have heard?” You said nothing as you walked to the couch. He sighed loudly and followed behind after closing the door. “Look before you say anything-”

“Why would you write something like that?” You asked cutting him off. “Nancy ‘the slut’ Wheeler, really Steve? I thought you were better than that.”

“I know,” he sighed heavily. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t write it, Tommy did but I didn’t stop him. We ended up getting into an argument and-they’re out of my life Tommy and Carol. They’re just toxic.”

He plopped down on the couch next to you and began messing up his hair even more. That’s when you placed your hand over his to stop him from fidgeting. He looked over at you wanting you to believe him. He looked ashamed but also a little sad. He had lost his girlfriend and friends all within a short span.

“They’re really out of your life?” You asked referring to Tommy and Carol who he had been friends since they were young. His friends were a pain but they were who he was closest to for many years and that kind of bond simply doesn’t pass overnight despite how they acted.

“Yes, for sure.”

You and Steve were by no means close but with the baby and everything you’ve both been facing has brought on a connection. You were delighted to have him come to you for that indebted trust. You were glad he came to you, he didn’t have to but he did. It was nice to build this sort of trust with him.

****

The next day at school you saw Nancy walking briskly outside. You didn’t know what it was but you felt the need to console her. Her best friend, Barbara was missing and she was degraded with that spray-painted sign. 

Nancy was a strong person. You felt that such an act would have you hiding until everyone simply forgot but not her, she showed up to school and went on as if nothing had even happened. It was clear she was bothered and with your connection to Steve, you felt the need to apologize.

“Hey, uh, Nancy,” you called out making her stop halfway to look your way. “I just wanted to see how you’re doing?”

“I’ve been better.” Her answer was short leaving no room to continue any longer.

“I’m sorry about Steve. You know he really cares about you despite what happened. It was wrong and dumb of him but he made sure to clean it up afterward.”

“It really doesn’t make much of a difference now does it?” She said sarcastically. You didn’t miss the way she looked down at your stomach that your baggy shirt covered. She looked at you one last time and then began to walk away. You knew she didn’t mean anything by it but it probably did hurt to have you, Steve’s baby mama, apologize before he even did.

As a means to not feel so alone, you placed your hand over your stomach. The ever-growing bump now bringing a sense of comfort whenever you’re feeling lonely. 

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permission | gasly

summary: "I don't need your permission"

warnings: none really just a lot of angst

type: oneshot | word count: 1.8k | ⚔︎ ANGST

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you were pacing around your boyfriend's apartment that you just freshly decorated to try to put him in the christmas spirit as you knew he was just getting off the tail-end of another stressful season of formula 1. it was another season where he was dealt a bad deck of cards where the lows always seemed to outrank themselves against the highs. you knew trying to make things work in any relationship took an enormous amount of dedication but yours especially understood the stress of a long-distance relationship because while he was off jet-setting around the globe driving the fastest cars in the world, you were left here in milan finishing what little you had left of school. some days it felt like you were living in parallel universes constantly pushing the two of you apart. you hated the way the situation sounded, to an outsider it made you sound like a housewife waiting for her man to return to give her some sense of purpose for living. that was never what you wanted for yourself or signed up for in meeting pierre but somehow along the way, he worked his way with all that charm into all your doubts making them not seem so big anymore.

the love story you shared was nothing to write books about as you met him through instagram and of course, you've seen the memes so you knew what he was like on the app so you didn't entirely think much of the multiple 'liked by pierre gasly' notifications that popped up after a shared friend posted a story of you. which then started a beautiful friendship that grew into what it was now, making it just about a year spent together. one thing that was becoming increasingly more obvious was that pierre was not a future guy; he drifted away from the marriage conversations or the "let's get a dog together to keep you company" talks that happened usually by now in most relationships like yours. like most young attractive men in his field, he enjoyed what the lifestyle gave him, enjoying living in the moments that he was granted big or small. no matter how hard it was for you to admit it the cracks were starting to show both now drifting from the love-struck puppies you once were.

the last time you saw him in person was september when you had visited him for the italian grand prix which I guess if you thought about it now was when you started noticing the difference in him. after an outstanding 6th place qualifying you both celebrated the nights as most couples would with a beautiful candlelight dinner where he told you how beautiful you were leaving you to blush and tell him that he would always be the champion in your heart no matter where he was on some grid in some stupid country. by the end of the night you were both practically skipping back to the hotel where he whispered sweet nothings about how he would show you how a champion made love. which he did, keeping his promise multiple times.

it never lasted though, that all came crashing down though as most things do. during the qualifying for the sprint race, he made contact with daniel which lead to damage to the car making him retire from the race. then the bad luck followed him to the actual race which lead to a double DNF for the team only adding to his bad mood for the weekend. if pierre was one thing it was it was a sulker. he was a horrible loser in everything, a stupid iphone game, a game of COD between him a charles, anything that involved competition he needed to win but if he didn't you would get reminded of it for days. every day for the rest of the italy trip you would try to get him to go do things with you just to leave the hotel room or the alpha tauri meetings just for one day and every day he would kiss you on the head only to say he would text you on his way home but to not wait up.

before you knew it you were back in milan and he was off to sochi which was just as unkind to him. between then and now you both tried talking as much as possible but seeing each other through phone/computer screens was never a romantic gesture. waiting upon ungodly hours just to tell him how proud you were of him even when it was a bad result without a returned text only could make you wanna try so hard. you just wanted your lighthearted french man from the summer back.

⏤

"be home at 5. ill call a taxi you don't have to come to get me."

you were more confused than ever at the coldness of the text especially with your blue text right above it telling him how excited you were to see him and all these things you had planned for the both of you.

another hour ticked by as you waited on his couch staring at the tiny white-hued christmas lights wrapped in garland you hung around the fireplace for him. thus being the only thing warming up the room as you scrolled aimlessly through the different social media apps, anything to distract you from the time ticking past. the sound of the door creaking open ultimately snapping you out of your daze as you jump up to meet your bundled up boyfriend in the hallway.

"baby, wait let me help you." you automatically reached out for his rolling suitcase as his other hand was quite literally barely hanging onto the bag/water bottle combo he had.

"no it's fine i got it" pushing through the door you shake your head at the monotone voice paired with the unimpressed stare he was giving you. it took everything in you not to just plop on the wooden floor sitting there in the middle of the hallway directly in way of the rest of the house throwing a temper tantrum until he told you everything on his mind but knowing entirely how selfish that was you pushed it to the back of your mind to follow behind him into the rest of the room.

"so, how was your flight?" you sounded awkward you know you did before it even reached your ears, you too probably even looked awkward as you leaned against the marble countertops staring at the string of your purple hoodie instead of looking at him because you knew if you did you would only get more worked up by his gaze.

"long." the short answers were an even worse form of torture than not talking to you at all. you'd rather sit completely in silence than know he chose to only say a word to you after months of being apart. once again you nodded your head feeling like a dumb puppy obeying their master as you made your way back to your place on the couch hoping that in time he would warm up out of this grumpy pit he was in.

⏤

as you sat and stewed in your own self-pity you listened as pierre put his bag away, took a shower, and even ate some of the dinners you made for the both of you all while not even saying a word to you. as each minute passed you felt your leg start getting more jittery you were even sure you had no fingernails left as you chewed them all off.

"do you know where my blue sweater is?" head snapping to his wet-haired figure in the hallway you could feel the furrow in your own eyebrow as you answered him back, "your going out shirt? should be in the top drawer where you left it."

why would he need that shirt? you knew that shirt like the back of your hand after all it was the one he met you for the first time. it all was building up in you and you knew soon you wouldn't be able to continue playing this never-ending game with him. just as you were mustering up the courage to say something- anything to him he appears all dressed up jeans, your sweater, your favorite cologne, all the things you loved about him were staring you right in the face and if you were dumb enough you would think he did it for you but if there was anything you weren't it was dumb. you knew better.

"where are you going?

"I'm going out." the audacity that he had almost took your breath away as he just kept putting his shoes on but with all that audacity he had, he still couldn't find it to look you in the eyes. you were sure if you looked at yourself in the mirror there would be steam coming out of your ears as you felt months of animosity bubble up inside you. "and where is out pierre? it's been months since we've seen each other and you don't even care. why don't you care?" the way you sounded almost made you pity yourself you hated sounding like you were begging him to even care about you like you were right now.

"charles is in town and asked to meet up its not that big of a deal."

"CHARLES?" finally raising yourself from the couch you all but stomp towards him. "you're telling me you got all dressed up for charles? someone who you have spent months with?" the fact that he didn't try to calm you down or console you made you even more erratic. watching as he reaches out for his keys on the hook you grab them out of his fingertips holding them close to your chest. "no, you're not leaving until you talk to me."

the laugh that came out of him was completely malicious like he was actually enjoying this fight you were having. it was not at all the same sound that had occupied your brain for a year, the same sound that made you fall in love with the french driver.

"i don't need your permission." it was almost like you could see him think of the next words that came out of his mouth before he said them like he himself was building up the courage to say them yet you almost begged them not to come out but, they still came out anyway. "i don't need this anymore." you didn't need clarification on what "this" was.

all the air left your lungs as those words reached your ears, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. a year. you gave a year to this stranger in front of you even if it didn't sound like your pierre it sure looked and if you reached out you knew it felt like him too. it was enough to break your heart but you were sure the sound of his keys hitting the floor was almost just as loud as the sob that fell through your lips.

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i keep writing oneshots, like i have 10 drafts but no ideas for enigma/fanfics i forgot how much writing sucks + sorry for any mistakes i didnt double check this yet

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Sweet Sunday or whateverday for ari fluff?. ari and reader friend/now gf I guess we are?. when she sick how does ari cope or help

This one got away from me like they all have and makes me pretty nervous to post. So even though I hate to spoil it, I gotta put that there are warnings for unplanned pregnancy and mild language. WC 1.2k

Calling From the Office Of... a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

The rule when you don't feel well is two missed meals and then it's time for the doctor. Ari doesn't mean eating a little and then stopping because you just 'are done;' it's the 'I do not feel well enough to eat' or the 'I can't keep down food' type of skipping. It's 'can't get out of bed' or 'can't lift my head to eat' skipping. That's the type he immediately insists it's time for the doc, even if it's just a visit to his friend Sam's clinic.

Ari always drives you to the doctor, too, since at that point you shouldn't take public transit if you're that unwell. It's rare that you surpass the two-meal rule, but this time is different.

You've not felt right all week. The first few days you chalked it up to stress or something off you ate, but the nausea doesn't get any better. It lingers. You finally just can't stand the idea of eating for a while. You tell yourself you'll eat when something sounds good again. Unfortunately, that puts your first refused meal at the time when Ari hosts a boys' poker night.

It's easy to excuse yourself to let the men have fun. You thought Ari wouldn't notice that you never touched any of the snack food and bite-sized eats around the kitchen and table, but he did. When you refuse his offering of breakfast in the morning, that's it; you're going in. Get in the car.

Ari doesn't care if he's in the room or not. He's not worried. The few times he's brought you to the doctor have been pretty straightforward, a mild infection, a nasty stomach bug that he surprisingly avoided getting, and food poisoning with enough dehydration to warrant an IV. He wasn't happy about any of those things, but they were easily manageable.

All those were after an incident with a cut on your leg. You went to the hospital for a few days. No big deal. Ari made a big deal out of it, and now he airs on the side of making a big deal out of everything. That was the one and only time he has not stayed with you (at least in the building) for the whole appointment.

So this time, after a relatively easy chat with the doc and a quick bit of blood taken, out you shuffle with gauze taped to your arm and a prescription in hand for an anti-nausea medication. You explain they are running a precautionary test panel, but the gist is rest, fluids, and these meds.

Good enough for Ari.

You're in decent spirits although you eat like a rabbit the rest of the day, and you call off work in the morning, not feeling quite right yet.

Ari goes to his job site but takes the first opportunity to leave early. He finds you sleeping, so he heads to work on your She-Shed out back, knowing the noise won't disturb you from that distance.

The doctor's office call wakes you. It's a short call that you stay silent through 95% of until the news, and you robotically walk to the front door, hanging up while the nurse is still speaking.

You see the truck, but no Ari in the house. Out back you stare daggers at him smoking while swinging his feet along a wooden ledge not yet finished with paneling.

Storming up to his side, you rip the cigarette out of his mouth and stomp it to the ground.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT?"

Ari is, of course, very confused because it's always been the rule that he can't smoke inside...but he's not inside. Before he can start to say that, though, you're yelling.

"Enough. You can't do this anymore."

"Can't what," he asks, jumping down to the grass. "You said it was fine--"

"It's NOT. It's not fine. Nothing's fine, Ari!"

You no longer look sick; you look upset, tears welling up in your eyes and hands wringing furiously in front of you.

"Honey, what's wrong? The smoke can't be bothering your stomach from all the way--"

"I'm..." You mumble something he can't hear.

"What?"

"I'm...fuck," and you finally break down into full-blown sobs, leaving Ari even more concerned.

"Okay." He lifts his arm to guide you inside. "I think more rest is in--"

"Preg--" you can't get the whole word out the first time "--preg...nant."

Well.

That's.

That's just. Not possible? That's...

"You're pregnant," he repeats, and you sniffle over a nod.

"Okay," he slowly says. "But you're on--"

"The pill, yeah." You wipe your cheeks.

"And we--"

"Used condoms until after I started. I know."

"But...so you're..." Ari can't figure out what on earth he was going to say there so he just freezes in place.

"Oh. Ah, I'm so sorry," you squeak out, clasping your hands over your mouth and nearly collapsing in tears.

He rushes forward to take you in his arms. "What--what are you sorry for?"

"I shou--I--done this to--not ready--" and then he can't tell if it's the word 'sorry' again or a clipped word with 'Ari' at the end. Either way, he's not making himself clear.

"Hey, okay, hey," he coos, supporting you in his hold while tilting your eyes to meet his, "you're okay. Are you upset because you think I'm mad or because you're scared?"

Your head moves up and down, lip quivering as more tears fall.

"Well, I'm not and you don't have to be, although I am a bit terrified and you seem pretty upset." He rubs your back while he pulls you in close, resting his chin over your head. Inside he really is floundering, but his voice sounds steady enough that he rolls with it.

He leads you to sit on the porch step and tucks in beside you. He reaches out a hand to wipe your cheek until your nostril flare and swat him away.

His hands and breath still smell of smoke. He immediately dreads having to quit entirely, but then he suddenly thinks he'll need his lung capacity to chase around a...wow.

Ari sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "We do everything backward, don't we?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, the words catching on bubbles in your throat, "didn't mean to."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid--I mean...not...shit, you're gonna need a new nickname."

You slap his chest and shoulder. "Is not funny," you whine.

"No," he agrees, "it's not funny," but something deep in Ari's gut is stirring. He's a bit confused, a lot baffled, and mildly proud. He can't help it. He's happy even though his concern for you is crushing his world down to the area of this one backyard, a porch with a rickety board he needs to fix ASAP, and his best friend, the friend who happens to be the love of his life, the friend who happens to be carrying the other love of his life.

Maybe Ari hasn't successfully planned a damn thing but, shit, has he gotten lucky. You like him enough to stick around. You love him enough to share your life. Now, all the cards for a full house have fallen into his lap, and Ari's never looked forward to playing a hand he's been dealt more.

He carefully plants a kiss in your hair so no (less) smell bothers you.

"'Old man' still works though," he adds softly near your ear.

You use your shirt to wipe your face.

He rubs your arms and back, asking to take you back inside. He needs to go to the bathroom.

Your huff of annoyance is adorable, and Ari's chest strains that much tighter.

"Not like that," he chuckles. "Have to brush my teeth so I can properly kiss you, hot momma."

Okay, maybe Ari jumps ahead too far with that one. Your sobs start anew, less pained and more cathartic than before, turning into a soft laugh. You swat at him again, ending up tangling yourself into a hug. He waits patiently a while longer before taking you back to the house for rest and reassurance.

Uh. Not sure I even saw that coming up until the moment I typed this out. Either way, I love him, your honor. I want one. Ari, not a baby.

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Running Like Water

Chapter 14

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.9k

a/n: I hope I didn't keep you guys waiting too long!! We have so much more left of these two horn balls. Enjoy babies.

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Javier wakes you with his head between your legs and a white hot orgasm. He sneaks you out before sunrise to drive you home, car parked one minute down the road of course. You were on such a high you could hardly sleep, you had to teach summer school in only a few hours so when the day dragged on you struggled to keep up. You instructed the middle schoolers on the Protestant reformation, boring yourself along the way.

Daydreaming of Javier Peña while the kids took a mock exam. You sat in those seats daydreaming of him when you were their age too, it sends your head on a crushing spin when you think too hard about it.

You want to call Delilah after last night, she was so removed from your life at home. The temptation of confiding her bites at you all the way home. What trouble would it cause just telling her? She’s not even from here?

Upon arrival you notice Mr. Warden's car was absent from the drive. Pulling your hair in a ponytail, bangles jangling, you enter your family home. Your mom is dressed up, a flowing dress pale yellow and hair teased. Your brows raise as you set your purse down. Wanting to just run to the phone behind her and call up Javi. Ask him how grating it was to spend the day under the sun in Mrs. Gloria’s garden, wanting to hear every detail. 

The likelihood of your mom leaving the house is pretty high so you ask, “Where you heading mami?” 

Tucking your hand under your top and unclipping your bra in the kitchen, she hates when you do that but your breasts were small and you hated the tightness of bras. She wipes her hand on her dress, “Having a mommy-son day with Frankie. Gonna drive to the mall and then have dinner.”

Shocker, you think. You used to be bothered by the obvious display of favoritism with your mom but you expect it. You dont think shes ever taken you alone… anywhere, just for the sake of being together. Sure she took you to the dentist and whatnot but she never just asked if you wanted to do something together. She always liked your brother more and it hurt but you were done seeking love from her. You protect your peace. “Oh okay cool. Where’s Sol and your husband?” 

She walks past you, reaching down to grab her purse from the island stool. “They're visiting his mother in Corpus Christi, they're staying over for a few nights. I’m going to meet with them tomorrow, just to destress before the wedding. I’ve bitten all of my nails off!” She sticks her hands towards you and your eyes widen at the sight. Man she really did. 

The wedding was stressing her out for sure, she was more irritable than usual and always on the house phone yelling at someone. It was going to be a modest wedding, modest decorations and entertainment with a not so modest in the guest count. She invited the entirety of Laredo and the 1980 graduating class. She also skipped the renting route for the tables and chairs. She bought them all in hopes that you could use them when you betroth. 

“Is there anything you would want me to do? To make this, I don’t know, easier?”

She gave a pensive stare, like she was cataloging all of the very complicated tasks in her head. Then she nods, “Ah, yes. Saturday the print shop will have all of the guest table markers ready. If you can pick them up and fold them. There’s … a lot.” She moves around the island and grabs her purse. You move past her to grab whatever beverage you can from the fridge. “Also, James hooked up a phone line in your room before he left, just told him to get on and do it since your grandmother called.”

You stop in your tracks, your heart stopping in your chest. 

Blood running cold, “What?” 

Your mother sits at the couch, putting on her heels. “Your fathers mother called-“

Your father, Lucas. The man who only existed in stories and dreams. Your grandmother, his mother? “Mami, what are you saying? What did you say? What did she say?” You storm into the living room angrily. Your mom looks at you in disbelief, shocked at how hard you stomped into the room. 

“What?! She asked if you could visit her in Baton Rogue, I obviously told her you weren’t interested-“

“Why would you say that?!” You raise your voice, your cheeks heating in anger. How selfish could your mother be? Why do you never get a choice. 

She scoffs, tightening the strap to her heel. “Oh please don’t tell me you’re still holding out some hope for that family?”

You blink rapidly, your chest heaving. Hope? You’ve never been given a sign of life from that part of your life, nothing at all. Just the stories from your mother. Just the knowledge that to some extent he wanted you. 

“That’s for me to decide mami! I’m 22, I’m done being left out of my own life.” You seethe, you’re beyond enraged. You had just been a sweet high from morning head and a decent day at work. Happy at the chance of being home alone. And it’s the searing thought of your father that’s sucking the life out of you. 

Your mother laughs and stands up straight. “You can be angry at me but i’m protecting you from the truth. Her numbers in the phone book, if you’d like to be disappointed, be my guest!” She snaps, shoving her purse strap over her shoulder and moving past your frozen pale body. Paled in anger, blushed with an ache. “When you find out he’s just a piece of shit who chose drugs over his daughter don’t come crying.” She bites, with a finger in your face before she walks up the front door. 

Still frozen, tears threatening to fall and a sob caught in your throat. Before she leaves she snaps one last remark, “And you need to start looking for your own place, your welcome is overstayed.”

And she slams the door shut.

Winded you crouch onto the rugged floor and cry into your knees. You’ve been told your entire life that there wasn’t anyone left to speak to on your fathers side. The way your mom brought up the call, like it was nothing. You can’t help but wonder what other news she’s received over the years. 

The worst part is you almost understand her, you knew she was in love with your dad and you can tell she never really got over that betrayal, that shock of finding out he was using the whole time and using the money for your life for his addiction. 

You take the palm of your hand and wipe down your face, dragging your tears to your neck, standing up straight and walk to the phone book.

Breathe still skipping from a crying recovery, you swipe your wet hand on the counter and open the phone book to its most recent page. 

In cursive,

Lorena ? Andreas grandma

You grab the book and head up to your room. 

Time to put the new phone to use.

You dialed without contemplation, if you thought too hard you’d never call. Just call, call and find out what’s being hidden from you.

It was answered on the 3rd ring. 

“Hello?” A small voice comes from the line, a voice with an accent. A voice of a woman late in her years. If you closed your eyes maybe you could picture her. 

“Hello, it’s Andrea… your granddaughter.”

 It felt so foreign on your tongue, you had been no one’s granddaughter before. Beyond the line you hear some shuffling.

“Oh! You saved my number, I called your mother but she’s still very upset.”

You sigh, “Yes she is. You told her you’d like me to visit you? Is everything alright?”

She laughs, “Everything is alright. I just never had your information until recently, I can’t travel because I’m alone and wheelchair bound.”

You frown at the thought of the lady living on her own with no one to care for her. 

“Oh—okay. I’m not sure I would have a way to get there. I’m a school teacher here in 

Laredo. I don’t have my own vehicle and-“

“It’s okay, If you ever find yourself in Louisiana I would love to give you my address. I would love to introduce you to your family.”

You intake a sharp breath at the last sentence. Why does it now feel wrong to want this when all your life you’ve reached out for it? Why does the sound of meeting your family sound so wrong? 

“Is my father okay?” You blurted before she could tell you the address. It’s the one thing you truly cared about, the one thing that haunted you was the possibility of being too late, of him being gone in more ways than one. 

Your grandma stayed silent behind the crackling of the phone, your heart raced each passing second. Beats closer together with each one. “There’s things that rather be told in person. Please consider visiting, my address is 4289 Coventry Court.”

And the line goes dead. 

You repeat a call of her name, pressing the phone harder into your ear but she hung up before you could say goodbye. 

Javier dreamt in a 3 day span. He lived all 3 days, two nights. He dreamt of the drive and checking in. He was on his god forsaken work trip but you were at his side and so the 3 days were a breeze and the best of his life. 

He woke up with your open mouth on his shoulder, snoring small kitten snores. Your hair tossed all over your face and a tiny hand gripped at his waist. He wakes you with a kiss to your forehead and he guesses you dreamt of something less pure because you immediately ripped off your top and climbed on his chest kissing him hard. Your wet core on his belly. 

Javier made sure he gave you an orgasm before helping you out of his window. Going down on your just awake body.

Breakfast for champs. 

He skipped out on the pancakes Chucho made and headed to work with his dad. The smell of your sweet perfume still on him. 

He caught himself bringing the collar of his shirt to his nose when his dad wasn’t looking. He makes a note to ask you to wear it again. 

His dad was skeptical of Javier’s good mood. Constantly shooting him a glance at his typically grumpy son. Shaking his head in a laugh when he compliments Ms. Gloria’s awful orange dress. 

Chucho rarely went to work on people’s land any more. That was old news, he tended his land and sold whatever produce people wanted. But Ms. Gloria had recently lost her husband and when he saw her overgrown garden he offered some help.  She had complained about not having seen Javier since he left so long ago, she had shrieked ranting about how much of a man he was now. 

He had been hearing that a lot recently, that he was a man now. And he was, he hadn’t noticed how accelerated his aging was, already bill stressed at 18 unlike his classmates test stressed or even his girlfriend who was lecture stressed. A teenager with a badge, snuck into bars to drink away the day's stress with 40 year old colleagues. And now a 6 figure salary and a one way ticket to the cartel heartland just at the precipice of age 24.

Yet he still felt stunted. It’s funny how that works, how playing grown up can only work for so long. He had settled down with a broken relationship for years and honestly, truly, that was the most familiar grown up thing he’s ever done. Stayed with someone for the sake of finances, very grown up of him. 

He didn't know what it was like to be the boyfriend of anyone but Lorraine. Most men his age had probably 4 long term girlfriends at this point, he had one and a few years of fucking whoever in high school. He didn’t know how to be a boyfriend for you. 

Boyfriend?

He was getting ahead of himself, he was your… he didn’t want to think too hard about it actually because the idea stressed him out. 

He asked you to be his and it felt pivotal and important and it’s what he wanted. More than anything else ever actually, to have you. He couldn’t even believe you when you crumbled at the thought of Lorraine coming home. He had cared for Lorraine, deeply, but he hadn’t truly been with her for five years. And there is nothing he wanted more than you, he wanted to drag himself to hell for making you cry. 

But still there is this slicing feeling you always had been his since the beginning, in the same way he was yours too. A wanting so deep he couldn’t fathom getting here, so he ran as far as he could. 

That, there, that hurts his chest. The thought that he wasted time, that he kept you close in his heart without giving you a choice to be a part of his life. And what fucked him up even more is the people around him noticing.

 Noticing his self inflicted torture. 

They had noticed. More specifically, Javier’s father. 

Javier is an idiot a lot of the time. He was an excellent researcher, sweet talker and agent, but boy was he awful when it came to keeping you his secret. 

What triggered Javier to mention your mother while he was knee deep in dirt, he doesn’t know. Javier’s father glanced up at him, still squinting from the sun despite his ranching hat. 

Maybe he misses you already. 

‘Maybe’, who was he kidding? He misses you so much and it’s only been 4 hours. He wishes he was still in bed with you. 

“You know-you don’t have to answer this…” Javier began, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his glove. Chucho looked at him more skeptically now that he was speaking in English, which he never did when it was just them alone. 

“I’ll answer, what is it?”

Javier shook his head and continued to work, “Did you ever-have you-did you date Ms. Diaz?”

He can knock sweet talker off the list of things he’s good at. 

Javier cringes in his head, sure he was close to his father, he knew about his previous romances after his mom left but there was a period where Javier hadn’t a clue about his fathers personal life, the period directly after his mother left. Chucho chuckles and shakes his head and mutters something along the lines of It’s Mrs. Warden now. 

“I did.” 

Javier is aghast. Astounded even, a perfect mix of shock and horror.

 It was all an inside joke but he hadn’t actually thought that- “The month after Flaca left, we very briefly dated. The next summer you were best friends with her kids, it was torturous for me. I wasn't over her but it’s passed.”

Javier wants to laugh at how familiar this was. 

How Andrea had been so ingrained his life that seeing her again after radio silence was torture. 

Javier does laugh, shaking his head.  “No mames,” He couldn’t help but feel like his dad was messing with him, trying to trigger some sort of reaction. Because Melissa? 

“En serio! It was a lonely time when your mom left, I wanted something for myself for a little bit.”

Javier weeds with a smile on his face. In the least offensive way possible, your mom was insufferable. Yes your mother was beautiful but from what Javier had seen, she was judgmental, rude and out of touch. She was a staunch christian yet surely did not love thy neighbor. She would tell you to your face you’ve gained weight and call you handsome in the same breath. She’ll kiss the cheek of a woman and call her a harlot behind her back. 

Javier wondered where you found your sweetness from.

 Maybe you never received that softness and kindness from your mother, maybe it gave you no choice but to be the softest, kindest, sweetest little thing he’s ever known. 

And Chucho. 

Javier’s dad was older than your mom, and too nice for his own good. Shit, he stayed with Javier’s mother until she up and left. He stayed for the sake of keeping a two parent home until he couldn’t any more. Javier admired his dad for that and despite it not working in the end, Javier knew his dad sacrificed his happiness to give Javi some sort of normalcy.

Javier took that from his father, if there’s a kid involved, he was going to try with the mother until he physically couldn't anymore. 

Are you on birth control?

“Why Melissa?” Javier cuts wherever his brain threatens to take him. And Chucho cackles, removing his hat to fan himself, laughing as if Javier asked the funniest question there is. 

“Why Andrea?”

 Javier shoots his dad a glance, one of confusion (he isn’t confused but he has a game to play). 

Javier doesn’t let it get the best of him, he had been teased about the girl for nearly ten years. It’s just a badly timed joke from his dad, he couldn’t know. Right?

Javier knew how to play it cool, he’s a fucking DEA agent for crying out loud. 

But the sound of your name just fucks him over every time. And he can fucking smell you on him. 

Javier disapproves and hacking his sickle into the dirt, a small piece flying on his shirt. “Funny because you know it’s not like that between Andrea and I.” Hack “And she is nothing like her mother.”

Javier’s father mirrors that same disapproval. 

“You packed your bags and went back to Houston the second you saw her picture 4 months ago.” Chucho answers with a hint of teasing in his voice. Javier doesn’t appreciate the way it made his heart pound. Had he made it all so obvious and he hadn't had a clue. “And you may be right about her being nothing like her mother but she is beautiful like her.”

“Prettier.” Javier mumbles, earning another glance from Chucho who quit slamming down the sickle minutes ago. Sweeter, kinder, better all around. 

Javier was blowing it, just a little bit. He sees his dads eyes, he sees them slanted like he’s puzzling the pieces. Like he’s got the two of you all figured out. 

But it’s more than that, “You broke that girl's heart 6 years ago.” Stern, he was stern with the way he laid out the truth. It catches Javier off guard and he blocks the sun from his eyes to make sure his dad wasn’t messing with him. 

But he was dead serious. 

“Okay?” 

He hadn’t anything else to respond. 

“Okay?” He mocks, “Okay? Are you aware of what that does to a girl like Andrea?”

Javier sighs, getting up from his knees in a grunt. Not wanting to be reminded of this again, especially not from someone that wasn’t you. “Don’t you dare walk away from me Javier Peña.” Chucho raises his voice and Javier stops dead in his tracks. He can’t remember the last time his father showed any ounce of disdain towards him. Frankly he’s dumbfounded. Chucho gets to his feet as well, staring down at his son. His son who had already selfishly claimed Andrea as his knowing he would be leaving again. “Listen to me, Andrea is a good girl, and I ain’t saying you aren’t good but I am saying that this timing isn’t good. You understand?”

Javier's chest collapses in on itself, a pain that he sees no ease. It’s like every day he isn’t with you, he’s reminded why it should stay that way. That he shouldn’t do this. Javier’s nostrils flare, a pang of bashfulness and hurt swirling low in his stomach. 

Feeling accused of something so true. He mumbles, he lies, “We’re not even together.” 

Chucho frowns, “Good. I love the two of you too much to watch you hurt each other again—you ran from it and I lost you for 6 years.” 

“I wasn’t running from her, I was starting a career-“

“You never came home.”

“You visited me once a month, you never lost me. And I did come home.”

“Once, and you left when you saw a picture of the girl.”

“I’m home now! And I didn’t fucking leave because of a picture, it’s not like that for me!”

“You’re lying, you know you feel the same way. Regardless she’s here and you’re leaving again! For good.”

Javier drops his gaze to the dirt below them, his breath quickening. “That isn’t my fault, I took this deal before I saw her, before the fucking picture.”

“Ver! la foto!” He caught you, “You forget I know you better than anyone else, you’re running again. I don’t want to argue, I'm just asking for you to be a man and end this. 

End it unless you’re staying for good.”

Javier’s eyes drop, his blood running cold. 

He was done with this. He was done with people telling him what to do, first your brother and now Chucho. Maybe it’s that selfishness but Javier mutters, “There is nothing to end.” and walks out of the garden. 

At 9 pm Javier calls. You’re in bed already, grading history quizzes with a rare smile, the kids are actually doing better. They had all failed their history final just 3 weeks ago. You feel content with yourself, you feel content with the distraction. 

You called a car rental service and was approached with the ridiculous prices of a rental. You’re a teacher for crying out loud, you don’t have money for an excursion to meet a family member you’ve never met. You spent the rest of the afternoon playing scenarios out in your head, what will you do if he actually is dead? What if hes fine? 

What if he’s clean, what if he never wanted to look for you but what if he’s been searching this whole time?

The thoughts burned after 6 pm when your to-do list caught your eye, and so did the stack of papers on your desk. So the show must go on, you can deal with the existential crisis later, you've got work. 

But Javier calls when you're halfway grading Jorge Villa’s quiz, he was doing amazing, with the pen between your lips you grab the new pink phone. “Hello?” 

“Andrea,” He exhaled. Your lips quirk into a small smile, the memories of the morning clouding your brain. He was breathless beyond the phone, like had just finished running a lap. Your smile stayed but your brows pulled together nonetheless. 

“Javi, are you okay? You sound out of breath.” The chewed up pen cap swirls against your teeth. He is silent behind the phone for a few seconds.

“Oh– sorry, I was about to smoke but decided to call you.”

You straighten up, the curly cord barely straining. You note to thank James for the extra  long phone cord.  “Oh okay, is everything okay?” Hes calling you from his bedroom phone, you could hear the difference. The phone in the kitchen had better sound quality, this one always sounded crackled and far, but it settled some weird nostalgia in your belly. This was the phone he’d always pick up from so many years ago. 

“I don’t know, I think I got into an argument with my dad.”

“What?” You blink, it comes out more dramatic than intended but the sentence just didn't seem right. An argument? With Chucho? “Sorry–what happened, are you okay, do you want me to come over?”

You want to slap yourself. Do you want me to come over, what has gotten into me?

 “It was about you.”

“What do you mean?” I’m so confused right now. Then it all hit you at once, “Oh my god Javi! Was I too loud last night? Oh my goodness this morning I didnt even think about it, he was probably awake. Javier I’m so sorry-”

His laugh cuts you off from your nervous rambling, “No, no, jesus. I don't know? We started talking about your mom, they used to sleep together by the way.”

“What!?” You gasp, your hand slapping over your mouth, his sweet deep laugh crackles through the phone. You want to swoon over it, his laugh, him, that all of this happening right now but youre so floored by the conversation you can't even appreciate it. 

“Doesn't matter, he… I don't know what he was saying was true and yesterday you were very honest with me about Lorraine and all that. He just said that I broke your heart once and Andrea, I don't want to do that again I’m so sorry.”

Your chest swells, a feeling so deep and guttural. Something big heals in you with that, with everything that has happened this week. His voice through his bedroom telephone, his whisper, his kiss and all that comes with him. It was years of an ache pushed to the side and replaced with work and shitty boyfriends and all other things. You decided a bit ago not to persecute him for the decision he made at 17, that would just be too cruel.

“Javi, I forgive you.” You mean it. 

“But I’m going to leave you again… in November.”

Lashes wet with tears you shake your head, “I know, I’ll be prepared this time. Let's please stop talking about this and enjoy what we have now.”

You're both silent for a moment, your brain is so foggy again. But this was a different silence, before silence with Javier made your mind run in circles about all the things you could do wrong and all your insecurities, this silence was good. 

“I smelt like you all day.” He finally says.

Your face breaks into a wide smile, “Oh really?”

“Yeah. Was just half hard the whole day thinking about you.”

“Beyako.”

“You were the one who left a little wet spot on my shirt this morning.”

You gasp a dramatic one, you had woken up so hot and beat red. You hadn't thought about how wet you must've been the whole night when you straddled his chest bare bodied. You kissed him sloppy and rushed before he flipped you on your back to go down on you. 

“You have no shame do you?”

He scoffs a sassy one, a classic Javier mannerism. He was always so grumpy towards everyone, sometimes you wondered if he practiced an unbothered yet grumpy face before walking out of his house. He’s going to do so well in Colombia. Your agent. 

“You’re right, could I come over? I’ve missed you all day.”

Your head spins but reality sets in. Your mom would be home at any minute.

 “My moms coming home soon but she’s going to be away all weekend. I was thinking tomorrow you could stay over here.”

He laughs, and you understand how all this sounds. You sounded like teenagers sneaking around, like having sex was number one on the list of taboo acts. Like the two of you aren’t adults with careers. 

“Okay Andrea no need to beg, i’ll be there.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You exhale a laugh. It’s so easy to forget like this, when it’s just Javier and you. You can’t begin to imagine a day of uninterrupted interaction. Your brain almost slips in a fantasy of leaving to New Orleans with him. 

“But-today? How was your day, everything okay with work? Any middle schoolers in need of being scared straight or what?”

You shake your head, forgetting he can’t see you, idiot. 

“One of them called me a cunt today.”

“What the fuck? What’s their name?”

“I’m kidding.”

Javier is silent and then exhales. “Funny.”

“My students are very well behaved and nice to me actually—well nice enough for kids in summer school. I was grading exams., they’re doing really well”

“You’ve always been so smart, used to intimidate the fuck out of me.” He whispers that second half and you’re throbbing already. 

You bite your lip and your cheeks turn bright pink. Why is it that small praises like that make you so hot and flustered?

“Intimidate?” You ask but your voice betrays you. Horny over the phone, this feels illegal. 

The sound of him shifting in bed only lights that white hot flame in the pit of your stomach. He groans a cute little old man one. He acted like such an old man at 23, but it made him all the more endearing. You picture him settling against his headboard, a hand behind his head. God you wished to be in his lap right now. “Mmm. Yeah, whenever you’d get into it with me, i’d be like who the fuck is this little girl? You were so shy but so smart, I know you apparently were crushing on me hard but you surely knew how to put me in my place.” You could hear the reflective nature of his voice. 

You think back to homecoming, how you had felt so fucking torn about telling him off but somehow content with how you handled yourself. Imagining walking the halls with him after telling him straight up that your love life wasn’t his business. You had felt so strong and mighty even though you ached for him to care about who you were with. In a twisted schoolgirl way you wanted all of the protectiveness and jealousy. But to him you hated it all, and you feared he might never like you for being so straight up. 

But he found you smart. And god why does that make you so turned on. 

You hum at the thought, “Little girl? All of you guys always act like I was much younger.”

“By the time I was a freshman I had been much more corrupt than you had been. Same with Lorraine, your brother and Genie.”

You sigh, “I guess but it does suck to think that you saw me that way.” 

Considering I was absolutely desperate to be under you back then, just like I am right now. 

The bed springs snap through the phone, he lets out a deep exhale. You hate to be so direct but god was all the noises he made sexy. “I saw you that way before we were in school together. By the time you were 16 and I was 17 I wanted to fuck you so bad I could barely stay in a room with you.”

“Javi!” You gasp. The full validity of his words don’t settle because you’re already following up. This is your dream. “Are you serious?” You whisper yell like someone can hear you. 

“Yeah? I thought you knew, I tried it at that quinceañera.” 

“That was a one time heat of the moment thing?!”

He chuckles, “No it wasn’t, you think I hadn’t thought about it before?”

“No! You were dating Lorraine.” 

“Prom night? When I walked into your room while you were hitting yourself with a magazine, you looked so pretty I had to splash myself with cold water when I left the room.”

The scene runs through your cerebrum. Him crowding your bed, his hips leveling with your beat red face. The first time he called you querida. 

“Oh wow.”

“Prom night, when I watched you play lacrosse. You really thought I hadn’t liked you too?”

Your eyes narrow, “You. Had. A. Girlfriend!” 

“I guess.” 

“You’re bad.” 

You’re so flustered right now you could barely deal. Legs crossed tight. Desperate to just be with him right now. Pulsing below, why does this turn you on so much? Are you okay? Maybe you’re a sick romantic, the confirmation of him liking you back sends the hottest stomach pitting throb you’ve ever felt. 

And you guess Javier can sense it, “What are you wearing?”

As if you couldn’t get redder. You look down, you wished it was sexier. “I’m in shorts, silk sleep shorts and a tank top.” It’s how you normally slept. 

You could hear a deep inhale from the line. 

“You got a new phone? In your room?”

“Yes, James installed it.”

“So you’re in bed?”

Your breath falters, “I am.”

He’s silent for a moment but then he continues, “Put your hand in your pants.”

You don’t even think twice before your lithe fingers are slipping between your wet folds. You suck in a breath, your cheeks hot along with the tips of your ears. “Mhm.” You moan. 

“How wet are you baby?” And you can hear the stupid fucking smirk in his tone. You’re so turned on you can’t even think to snap at him for torturing you. 

“I’m really wet Javi-please.” 

And he goes silent. Like he’s deciding on what to make you do next, and you’re at his mercy 6 blocks away, at his mercy on the telephone. 

“Go to bed, I'll take care of it tomorrow.”

Your jaw drops, and you search the room for hidden prank cameras. Candid cam style. 

“Javi!?” But he hangs up.

Your eyes widen. What a depraved little image this was. Your lips parted in shock, with a phone between your shoulder and ear with your hand in your shorts. 

Hot and bothered, you kick the exams off the foot of your bed. 

Tomorrow. 

He was going to pay 

[lemmilemura]

LoveSucks part 3!!!!!! ARE YOU READY??????? I SAID ARE YOU READYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Based on the show All kept gender-neutral, 'girly' used once or twice

I hadn't gone to school for a few days, but we also had a week off, so I didn't think it was that bad. I didn't really talk to Janae, Maeve or Simon either, eventhough I knew that was stupid and I really wanted to talk, but I knew I'd just break down the second I say a word.

I never told my parents. Why would I? They wouldn't even really care anyway. Whenever anyone would come to my place, I'd just ignore the doorbell and pretend I was sleeping, even if I was right behind the door, passing by. I knew it wasn't good for me, but at this point I had gotten used to it. Better this than suffering through awkward silences woth Simon.

The only place I went that wasn't home was the beach. I loved it. Just sitting in the sand, nobody else around me, middle of the night. The only sound was the waves, and they calmed me down. I know it sounds stupid, that's why I don't tell anyone. I was truly and wholly miserable. But my friends didn't know. So it couldn't hurt them.

Every night I was at the beach. Not too far away from my car, but still close to the water. Every now and then if a wave was closer, it'd lightly touch my feet. I let my mind to go wherever it wished, but of course it was mostly Janae, Maeve, and of course Simon. Fucking Simon. He never left my mind, even when I was doing things that had absolutely nothing to do with him. He even appeared in my dreams most nights. I hated it. Well, only somewhat. I missed the three of them immensly, so seeing them in my dreams was the most I could at all.

The rushing of the waves hid the sound of another car approaching, I only heard it when it got close. I turned and saw a few boys from school. I tried to just ignore them, but then they noticed me and started coming closer. I immediately stood up and speed-walked to my car. "Where ya goin pretty lady?" One of the called. I walked faster. "Yeah, why don't cha hang out with us?" Another asked.

Just a bit more, c'mon. Because of the sand I wasn't able to walk as fast as I wanted to, but somehow they seemed to be perfectly fine. "We promise we're nice! C'mon, girly!" They tried again. I looked back to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, then tried to get my keys out of my pocket. But, as always when you're stressed and need to find something quick, it disappears completely and falls every five seconds.

I managed to find the keys pretty quickly, opened the door and got in, but as I was about to close it, one of the guys put his body inbetween me and the door, forcefully keeping it open. "Heyyy, where do you think you're going?" Another then stepped next to him. "Wait a minute, you hang out with Kelleher, right?" "Yeeeeah, now that 'cha say it. What're you doin' all alone here? Finally realized that he's a total freak?" "I'm sure we're much better company that him. So whaddaya say you get out your car and come join us?"

I didn't say anything, saying anything in my, or even worse Simon's defence, would just make this whole ordeal even worse. I turned away and instead worked on getting my car started up. Hopefully if I just drive I can get far enough away and then close the door. I got my key in and the engine started revving to life.

"Hey now..." one guy reached inside to grab my steeringwheel, but just as I turned to face him he got punched in the face. It shook all of us, because it was dark I couldn't really see who punched him, but I was pretty sure it wasn't one of the guys who were trying to get to me. Finally, my car started up, but I couldn't move.

"What the fuck!?" The guy's nose was bleeding from the punch. His friends helped him up then got ready to fight this random dude who was currently my hero. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" One of them asked. "Apparently a total freak" he finally spoke, and I recognized his voice. "Simon what the fuck are you doing?" I whisper yelled, grabbing his arm. "Fucking Kelleher. I'll fucking kill you" the guy he punched started swinging.

I quickly stalled the engine again and pulled out my key, I didn't want any of them driving away in my car, before getting out and doing my best to get to Simon to save him from almost certain death. They sadly already got a couple hits in, but I managed to pull him away and get him in my car. The guys started screaming again, but my brain sort of tuned them out. This time my car was nicer and got started sooner, I backed out of my parking space and drove away, them still screaming after us.

I had never driven that fast in my entire life, I didn't even really care if I'd get a ticket, at this point all I cared about was getting home. As if he'd gotten stabbed or was close to death, while all he had was just a few scrapes. I pulled into my driveway and made the garage door open, then got Simon out. We didn't say anything as I sat him down on the couch in my garage and went to go get our first-aid kit. He just sat there, disheveled, looking around the room. Even when I returned and started assessing the damage we didn't talk.

"You're a fucking idiot." I said. "You were the one at the beach in the middle of the night. Alone." He responded. "Why were you even there? You stalking me or something?" I had to force myself to focus on anything besides the weird feeling in my stomach. "I went to yours but your parents told me you were with Janae. So I called her, and she told me you weren't. I just went to the first place that came to mind."

And then he looked up at me.

How was I supposed to concentrate and get over him if he was looking up at me like a lost, abandoned puppy? Plus our faces were really close, only a few inches apart, so that wasn't helping. I immediately felt a blush coming on, so I turned back to the first aid kit and pretended to be looking for something.

"Should I not have?" He asked. "No, you're fine." I responded. I took a breath and then turned back to face him. "Thank you. Thank you for saving me Simon." I smiled at him. "Heh. Getting beat up was definitely worth it. Don't know what I would have done if they'd done something to you."

The atmosphere finally got too tense, and I decided to just suck it up and started talking. "I'm... sorry for what happened. I just kinda... burst. Just wasn't thinking right I guess." I explained, plopping down next to him. "Well, I still like you." He said, looking to me. "Do you still like me?" He asked, once again giving me a giant puppy face. That fucking face.

"How can I not when you look like a kicked puppy?" I joked, which made him chuckle too. "Seriously though. Did I fuck up?" He asked. "Of course you didn't. I was just... too overwhelmed with shit and overreacted. You're fine, really." I explained. If I could, I would go back in time and not say those things, a lot would be solved and he also wouldn't have gotten beaten up.

"That's good..." We once again sat in silence. I decided to get up and put the first-aid kit away. "So uhm... what were you and Janae listening to that one time you two had a party?" "Wait how do you know about that?" He laughed. "I wanted to come by but saw you two were 'busy'" he said with air-quotes. "So I left" Of course he had to see that. Great.

"It's, well, a playlist we made a while ago." I pulled out my phone and connected it to my speakers. Might as well. "Really? Janae listens to Katy Perry?" He asked. "Kinda? Listen, no matter how you feel about her, Hot N' Cold is amazing." I decided to put it on shuffle, but of course the first song to play was HONEY.

"Okay so we're still friends, but... what about more? Last time we both kinda... blurted it out didn't we?" He said. Shit. That's right. In our overwhelmed-ness we both sort of confessed to eachother. That did happen. "That we did do." I sat back down, this time facing him. "So? What are we? Because I still want to be with you." "I honestly feel like I don't deserve you given how I acted last time."

"Why do you think that?" He asked. "Oh c'mon! I literally flew off the handle at you! I barely let you speak..." I just wanted to disappear that moment, to not have this conversation, but I also knew it needed to happen. "Nonsense! I totally get where you were coming from. But you also can't only blame me for showing up here, it was Janae and Maeve who convinced me."

"They knew??" I could not believe it. My best friend, to whom I had been lamenting my unrequited feelings to knew all that time he felt the same? How could she. The betrayal. "Did you never notice I didn't have any of your notes? I didn't go to school either that day, I just came because I wanted to see you. They convinced me to do it." Janae was definitely getting a phone call later.

"Never thought you would skip school." I joked. "I wasn't skipping. I felt like shit. Not that it mattered, I changed my attendance so it's fine. Changed yours too by the way." "You know you didn't have to do that." I said. "There's a lot of things I don't have to do but still do because, and get this," he leaned closer "I want to" he whispered.

For a moment we stayed like that, faces so close, just looking at eachother. "Just like this." He said, then grabbed my face and kissed me. It happened so fast I couldn't even blink. He just grabbed me, pulled me in, and let me go just as fast. I just stared, obviously flushed, in disbelief. "I still love you." He said. "Do you still love me?" Just as fast, I threw all cautioun out the window and kissed him again, this time actually participaring.

To think that the moment I had waited for so long was finally there was surreal, the feeling completely foreign, but oh so welcome. "I'll take that as a yes" he managed to say between kisses, then pushed me so I was laying down on the couch.

Janae would get that call tomorrow.

[karatekels]

KK3 Terry please!! :))

Original Prompt: (by anonymous)

In just about every [KK3] TerryxReader fic/hc I’ve read, I always feel that deep down he doesn’t actually care about the reader (which I figure would be cannon tbh) Anyway, could you please do anything pertaining a Terry that is genuinely in love with us to heal my heart pls 😫🤚

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Here you go! It’s full of cliches, but I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!

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Deluge

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You look at the clock again, but only four minutes have passed since the last time you checked the time. Today had been crawling along impossibly slowly at work, and you were frustrated and exhausted. It’s Valentine’s Day, and it’s the first one in awhile where you’ve actually in a relationship with someone. You and Terry had been together for a few months now, and this would be the first real celebration of the two of you as a couple. He was also busy with work today, but that was fine; he tended to spoil you at every opportunity, so you both had happily agreed on having a nice dinner at his home after work and keeping things simple.

Good thing, too, you think to yourself. You were exhausted. You had tossed a nice outfit in your car this morning on your way to work, and hoped that Terry would be amenable to you having a quick shower and change before dinner. You still wanted there to be something special about tonight; you two hadn’t really had time for anything more than a casual meal since New Year’s Eve.

You had told Terry that you loved him that night, and while you knew he hadn’t been ready to say it back, you hadn’t let that stop you. Terry had been through so much in his life, and he had so few reliable people that had stood by him, cared for him. You really only knew about Johnny, and even that relationship was built on the horrific traumas of war. Of course it would be difficult for him to open up enough to care for you that deeply, especially as you had only been together for a few months. But you hadn’t been able to hold it in anymore; you knew the depth of your feelings for him, and part of you hoped that by telling him, he would be able to open up a bit more. Were you taking a risk with your own heart? Sure, but it was worth it. He was worth it.

Bringing yourself out of your musings, you check the clock to see that it’s now past 5. You could finally pack up and go home! As you pack up for the day, you look out the window and see that the torrential rain – very uncommon for California, even in February – that had started around mid-morning was still persisting, the sky a dark and gloomy grey. Perhaps you and Terry would have a romantic night snuggled by the fire? Smiling at the thought, you run to your car to avoid getting too wet, trying to focus on getting to your love.

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You really hated driving in the rain, but you were almost there, just approaching the turn off the highway to Terry’s neighbourhood of opulent estates. You needed to push past your fatigue and stress before he saw you; he could read your face like a book. He had spent months trying to convince you to let him hire a driver for you, or even just to pick you up on occasion, but you had put your foot down. You know that Terry had meant well, but you needed to maintain your independence, and relying on somebody else and their money that much would have made you go mad.

Chuckling at the memory of the last time he had tried to persuade you – ending in a bit of a tantrum on his part that you had found both adorable and hilarious, you take the next exit.

BANG!

Something in the car makes a horrible noise, and you feel the car shudder underneath you. Panicking, you manage to pull over to the shoulder before the car completely stops moving, smoke emitting from under the hood.

Terry was never going to let you drive yourself again.

Groaning, you throw your hazards on and try to keep calm. Surely someone would drive by and give you a hand, right?

Two hours later, you admit to yourself that you had, in fact, been wrong. So many cars had passed you without even pausing that you had long stopped getting excited at the sight of approaching headlights. After the first hour or so, you had forced yourself out of the vehicle and popped the hood, wondering if somehow, miraculously, you could figure out what was wrong despite your complete lack of mechanical skills. Or, at the very least, maybe someone would see you and take pity on a young woman stranded on the highway in the rain. All that that had accomplished was getting you completely drenched, your tears of frustration mixing in with the rain running down your face. You were shivering, upset, and scared. It was almost completely dark now, and you were out of ideas.

It takes you a minute to realize that the latest pair of headlights to drive past hasn’t turned the corner yet and that the glow of red taillights was behind you; had someone finally stopped for you?

Turning, you’re briefly blinded by the lights coming from the other car, but as your eyes adjust you see an unmistakable silhouette step into the light, walking towards you. Terry.

Letting out a cry of relief that can barely be heard over the rain, you sprint at him as he comes towards you, scooping you up into his arms, burying one hand in your hair to press you closer into him. You feel yourself leeching off his heat immediately, teeth chattering, and hope he doesn’t mind.

He finally sets you down on the ground, holding your face in his large hands, trying to brush your tears away with his thumbs.

“Oh G-God, Terry! I can’t believe it’s you,” you sob, as he checks you over for injuries. “How did you find me?”

“When you didn’t show up I started getting worried. I called your work, but they said you’d left, I called your house, but got the machine. I drove to your place, but your car wasn’t there, so I just started driving around. I’ve got people looking for you everywhere, baby.”

He can’t seem to keep his eyes off your face, his blue eyes shining with a light you’ve never seen before, his expression stricken.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, hiccupping as your tears constrict your breathing. You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, but seeing him in this kind of panic makes your heart ache.

“Baby girl, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m so sorry that I took so long to find you. But now I’ve got you, Y/N, I promise. I love you, baby.”

Your body seems to stop functioning for a moment. You don’t feel the rain, or the cold; all that you’re aware of is the sound of your heart beating, loud and steady, and his words echoing in your head over and over. For him to say those words was such a huge step, not just for your relationship but for himself, and it meant more to you than anything.

Launching yourself at him, a smile of pure joy on your face, you leap into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and kissing him, pouring as much passion and happiness and love into the kiss as you could, and to feel him return it completely uninhibited was indescribable. Kissing Terry before had always been pure magic, but now every touch of his lips against yours sang with sincerity, devotion, adoration. You completely lose yourself to the kiss until Terry eventually lowers you to the ground, having carried you over to his car at some point. The smile he gives you is utterly breathtaking, but concern flashes over his features as he takes in your shaking.

“Oh doll, what am I thinking? You’re completely drenched; you must be freezing. Get in the car, I’ll go grab your stuff.”

In true gentlemanly Terry fashion, he opens your car door for you, settling you in before reaching across and turning the keys in the ignition, setting the heat to full blast before closing the door and running over to your vehicle. He returns a minute later, tossing your stuff into the backseat before hopping into the front and driving off for his house.

You’re exhausted now, your whole body trembling slightly, but you feel relatively relaxed, knowing that you’re safe with him. You feel Terry reach over and brush your wet hair out of your face, stroking your cheek with a warm hand, and nuzzle into it, fighting to keep your eyes open just to look at him.

“I know you’re cold, baby, we’re almost there. You’re gonna be fine,” he says soothingly, glancing over at you. You see his grip on the steering wheel tighten, the only sign of his stress that you can make out.

“I know, Terry,” you breathe, smiling sleepily, your eyes fluttering closed again against your will. “I’m with you.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, but you feel the purr of the engine get louder as he rushes to get you home. He drives right up to the front door, throwing the car in park and running to your side of the car, lifting you up in his arms once more and carrying you bridal style.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with me – I can walk!” you protest weakly, snuggling into his chest despite yourself. He shushes you, and you don’t push him on the matter, content to close your eyes and take comfort in his arms around you. Nothing could hurt you now.

The front door is open and Terry strides into the foyer with you, barking out orders in a calm but intense voice.

“Milos, her car is just off the highway on the shoulder of the exit at the bottom of the hill. Get someone to find it, retrieve it, and bring it back here, repaired by the morning. Contact the head of security and get him to call off the search; send them all home.”

Milos’s only response is the sound of his shoes on the marble floor as he walks briskly away from you two. You hear the sounds of other members of the staff gathered around, not speaking but clearly curious and concerned, and decide to feign sleep rather than face them, humiliated at the idea of everyone staring at you while you looked like a drowned rat.

“Margaret, you are to call into her work and tell them that she needs the week off; I don’t care what you have to offer, just make it happen. And find her some clothes, please, anything that can be ordered to get here tomorrow. Do you still have the measurements for her dress from New Year’s Eve?”

“Yes, Mr. Silver,” the woman replies, quick and to the point as always. You’ve always adored Margaret; her unwavering loyalty for the man you loved meant a lot to you, and you knew that she had become sort of a surrogate mother to Terry in some ways over time, though you suspected neither would ever admit to it. You’re pretty sure you only hear hers and Terry’s footsteps moving through the hall now, and you’re grateful for it.

“Good, I trust you’ll take care of it. Get the chef to make some soup; tell him to throw in anything and everything that can help fight off an illness; she’s been out in the rain for hours. And find me the number of the best doctor in the city to have on standby, just in case.”

“Yes, Mr. Silver. Is there anything else that either of you need?”

“Tell everyone to get out as soon as possible. Everyone stays out for the next few days unless I specifically request them. That includes you, Margaret. You’re going on vacation; anywhere you wish. Take your sister, put it on the company card, I don’t care.”

“Yes, Mr. Silver, I’ll take care of all this right away.”

“I know you will, Margaret. Thank you,” he says sincerely. He uses that tone for so few people in his life, and you never get tired of hearing it.

You hear the older woman’s heels clacking away down the hall, and feel Terry press you closer to him as he moves more quickly in his haste to get you upstairs.

“Try to stay awake for me, love, just a little longer,” he says, kicking open the door to his bedroom and walking right into the ensuite bathroom with you. Your heart skips a beat at his new pet name for you; you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of hearing him say that word.

He sets you on your feet and starts undressing you, and you move to help the best you can, but your body is largely numb from the cold. He pulls your shirt over your head and peels your pants off of you, leaving you in your underwear to go start the shower, and you’re still struggling to remove your bra when he returns, now completely naked himself. He pulls you close, and you feel his muscles tighten briefly as your cold, wet hair makes contact with his warm skin, but he makes no complaint, taking the rest of your clothes off and guiding you into the shower.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you briefly as you step into the jet of hot water. It scorches you at first, and you make a whimpering noise, pressing close to him, but you quickly adjust to the new temperature, feeling your body relax and thaw under the spray.

Terry gathers your hair up, getting it off your neck and wet before grabbing your favourite bottle of shampoo. He massages it into your scalp, taking all of your tension away, and you moan at the feeling. Of course he would be good at this too.

You smile up at him as he rinses your hair, pausing to appreciate how wonderful it looks down, the dark curls brushing his shoulders, and looks down at you, pausing to give you a quick kiss on the lips. He continues washing you, lathering your body with soap, the water and his hands working to relax your muscles and wash away all traces of the evening until you’re putty in his hands.

Feeling more in control of your limbs, you turn on the spot to face him, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist, kissing his chest right over where his heart is. He looks down at you, smiling softly, his hands running up and down your body slowly, almost absentmindedly. This moment isn’t sexual; it’s a moment of pure intimacy between you both.

“You seem to be feeling better, smiling like that,” he says, cupping the side of your cheek fondly.

“You love me,” is all you say in response, your awe evident in your tone as you nuzzle into his chest, perfectly content. You feel his chest rumble, and he turns the water off.

“I do, Y/N. I really do.”

His eyes are shining with that new light again, making you feel tingly all over, and reaches outside of the shower stall to grab a big, fluffy towel and wrap it around you. All bundled up, he tugs you to him, tilting your face up to kiss him. You hum happily against his lips, and he gives your bottom lip a playful nibble as he breaks the kiss.

“I love you too, Terry.”

You pull him back down, trying to initiate a kiss, but interrupt yourself with a yawn. Not now! Terry chuckles, pulling away from you, and you let out a noise of protest as you try to keep him in place.

“Come on, my Sleeping Beauty,” he cajoles, tugging you out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his waist, to your slight disappointment, then helps you towel dry your hair. He disappears into the bedroom briefly, returning in nothing but a pair of briefs by the time you’ve finished drying off, and holds out a shirt of his for you to put on.

You don’t take it, too focused on below his waist, staring at him with hooded eyes. He smirks slightly, shaking his head.

“Don’t even think about it, doll. You’re practically dead on your feet! It’s straight to bed with you,” he says sternly, forcing the shirt over your head despite your reluctance.

“But I want you,” you whine, sounding like the brat you were definitely starting to become. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“Isn’t it traditionally the man that tries to seduce his partner into bed with lines like that?” he jokes, trying to deter you.

“Terry!”

“Sleep first, love, I don’t want you getting sick. We’ll have time for Valentine’s later.”

“You promise?” you ask, fighting back another yawn. He helps you to the bed, trying not to laugh.

“I promise, Y/N. We’ve got all the time in the world,” he says sincerely, tucking you under the covers.

“Mkay,” you murmur sleepily, your eyes already falling shut. You feel him move away from the bed, and reach out blindly for him. “Wait, stay!”

“I was going to go see about your soup.”

“No soup!” you grumble. “You, please.”

You hear him sigh from across the room, and feel the weight of the bed shift after a moment. Smiling victoriously, you let him pull you against him, twining your legs around one of his and nestling into him, kissing his chest.

“You’re planning on getting your way a lot with me now, aren’t you?” he asks in mock exasperation, but kisses your forehead affectionately, and you feel him smile. You hum in assent, your body relaxing against his, feeling very drowsy.

“It’ll go both ways, I promise,” you mumble fondly.

“Sleep now, sweetheart. I’ll be right here,” he whispers against your hair, rubbing you soothingly until you drift off in his arms.

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Hope you all liked this! I do have a Part 2 in my head (featuring smut, duh) if people are interested, but I thought I’d just do a sweet one for now!

(Also I don't know what movie the gif is from but it seemed fitting for wet from the shower Terry)

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A New Role (Sternclay)

The winner of the "spooky jobs" prompt poll was: Actor known for horror & person fake dating them to help soften their image. Thanks to @bellafarallones2 for playing in the space on discord. This fill is NSFW

“Remind me again why I’m doing this?” Barclay loops the copper tie around his neck as his agent lounges in a living room chair.

“Because if you ever want this career change to work, dear boy, you need to make it so that the first things people associate with you aren’t blood and gore. You said as much yourself.”

“And I’m regretting it more every minute.” He grumbles, slipping on his jacket. Dani helped him pick it out when he first made it big. Paisley lining was lucky, she said. 

Ned sighs, professional schmoozer mask dropping, “If it turns out to be miserable or he’s clearly bad for your health, we can cancel the agreement. But remember, you have three dates to decide. If it goes past that, you’re seeing this through for six months.”

“Don’t look so glum.” Boyd steps into the entryway, keys in hand, “Guy’s a looker.”

“Didn’t take you for a cradle robber.” Ned says brusquely as he stands. 

“Nothing of the kind, pussycat, so keep your head on. C’mon big shot, let’s get you on the road.”

They drive towards UCLA, stopping well before the student housing but not in an area that’s been sorely neglected by the city. Boyd stops the car and whistles out his window, setting off dogs up and down the block. When the man waiting outside a grey apartment building looks up, Barclay feels like howling too. 

“Evening, Joe. Hop in.”

“Joseph. And thank you.” He climbs into the Kia’s backseat with Barclay and Boyd steers them towards the freeway. 

Joseph Stern turns his blue eyes on Barclay, who’s too busy wondering if Ned is fucking psychic–because there’s his type and there’s “this guy walked out of a late-night jerk off fantasy and into his car”--to hear the question he asks the first time. 

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said” Joseph replies calmly, “it’s nice to meet you in person, Barclay, and would you like to see the list of conversation starters I wrote for this ‘date’?”

Barclay chuckles.

“I’m serious.”  Joseph turns his phone screen so Barclay can see the bullet points. 

“You really think we need those?” Is the guy that convinced Barclay will be boring?

The other man tucks his phone back into his pocket, “Look, if this doesn’t pay off for you, all you have to fall back on is a beloved film career and the money that comes with it, and the fact people will hire you for those same kinds of roles again. If this doesn’t work out for me, I get more sessions reading over bad exposition in a Discovery Channel basement. If I’m lucky. So if you’re me, it pays to be prepared.”

Great, he thinks Barclay is boring and stupid. 

He takes the phone, glances at it, then hands it back, “Okay, got a few.”

“I can send-”

“Memorized” Barclay taps his temple, “professional, remember?”

A flicker of annoyance, or maybe stress, crosses Joseph’s face, “Right. Of course. Sorry.”

They’re booked at a trendy “New American” place, high ceilings and bright lights showing him just how many immediately recognize his face as he walks in. By the time Joseph pulls his chair out for him, there are no fewer than ten cameras on them.

Some days he really fucking hates cell phones. 

Even with the starters, the conversation is stilted through the appetizers and bordering on stale when the main course comes.

Barclay takes a bite and sighs, “I wish places like this wouldn’t take this kind of shortcut.”

Joseph looks from his own risotto to Barclay’s pot pie, “Pre-made filling?”

“Close. Pre-made crust. I mean, I know crust isn’t always easy to do but, like, the filling is fucking amazing and then they’ve got it on wet cardboard. See?” He spears a piece and holds it out. 

Joseph leans back like Barclay’s about to stab him, manages to smile, “I’ll take your word for it.”

They make it to the end of dinner, but only just. As the check appears, their server murmurs shyly, “I loved you in Blunt Edges.”

It’s the highlight of Barclay’s night. 

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A Killer Romance?

Horror heavyweight Barclay Cobb was seen out last night on what seemed to be a romantic dinner for two….

Joseph sets his phone on the table, goes back to staring at the ceiling and replaying everything he did wrong last night. Their gambit is working, but Barclay had a miserable time and Joseph felt got to have all the fun of first-date jitters with none of the benefits. 

Maybe he should have just told the actor that he’s had a crush on him since college. 

If they were dating for real, maybe he could have confessed over a few glasses of wine that he once broke a vibrator from how he was using it during Thin Air, where Barclay’s murderous ski guide picks off a group of rich friends at a chalet. 

But if Barclay is trying to leave that image behind him, Joseph doubts he wants to know someone used to jerk off to the sight of him covered in gore.

He has two more chances to make this really work. He’s charmed his way into, and out of, plenty of places. These dates are just another two job interviews to ace. He doesn’t want anything more from them than that. 

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The second date is going better. Their conversation doesn’t feel stilted. Barclay just feels like a sheep being herded into position by a very cute border collie. 

Joseph is far smoother tonight, bordering on flirtatious, and maybe it would work if Barclay didn’t know why he was really agreeing to this. He decides to let Joseph steer the conversation, content be smiled at and complimented while ignoring how it all feels rehearsed. And the fact Joseph didn’t order a cocktail in spite of Barclay knowing they’re killer here. Like he’s afraid Barclay might try something. 

Then the T.V above the bar switches from playing some B-list thriller to one of his movies. Someone front of house must have realized he’s here. He doesn’t hide the scowl quick enough, and Joseph turns to look at the screen, then back with a quizzical expression. 

“Sorry, know I should be flattered but I feel weird watching myself. Especially in that one; director was a fucking dick.”

“Really? I've heard mixed things about him.” 

“Yep” Barclay refills both their water glasses, “he spent the whole shoot antagonizing me. Then at the end he was like ‘surprise, I did that so you’d give a believably angry performance and it’s just like, man, what the fuck? I literally get paid to pretend, you don’t have to goad me into having the feeling for real.”

“Ugh, that’s awful. Any time I read about that happening it just sounds so insulting to the actors and their skill.”

“Right?” Barclay shakes his head, amused at the memory that’s resurfaced, “I got so fucking stressed during that shoot I figured out how to make pizza from scratch in my hotel room.”

“Wait, how?” Joseph is leaning forward, mouth quirked in thought, “you’d need an oven.”

“Place had a grill on the deck, so I used that. Made for some good sauce too, since I could char the tomatoes.”

Joseph makes a little sound of delight, then smiles, “If it had been me I think I would have ended up getting the dough stuck to the ceiling when I tossed it.”

“Uhhhh”

“You didn’t” Blue eyes brighten.

“Technically it was the ceiling fan…”

Barclay’s description of the incident lasts them through to dessert. As they’re eating lemon basil gelato, Joseph casts another glance at the T.V.

“If you’re trying to break into the celebrity chef game, why not go that direction?” He gestures behind him to where a younger Barclay is menacing campers on the beach, “a horror cookbook could be a good enough gimmick to get people invested, especially if it included stories like the one you told me. Then people buy it, use it, realize you’re also a great cook, and then you can sell more books. And I’d certainly watch a horror themed cooking show.”

Joseph is earnestly thinking through the logistics, as if trying to help, so Barclay gives him the earnest answer.

“I thought about it. And I think doing some of that could be fun. But a big part of doing this is that I’m kinda tired of horror. I want people to see what else I can do and I…it’s hit the point where it’s like all people see when they look at me as the guy who’s good at playing killers and monsters. That's had actual consequences for me in places I really, really didn’t expect. So much that I don’t want to go near the horror stuff any time soon.”

Joseph rests his hand near Barclay’s on the table, “I hadn’t realized it was that bad.”

“Yeah.” He thinks about the snotty comments from casting directors and the invasive questions in interviews and the disappointed boyfriends. He pushes his dessert away, half done, “I’m gonna grab the check.”

“Okay.” Joseph’s hand doesn’t move as he adds, “Barclay? If people can’t separate you from your characters, that’s on them, not you.”

In spite of Boyds’ best efforts, they get caught in a traffic snarl on the way back to Joseph’s place.  As the driver inches them forward, Barclay catches Joseph staring at a billboard for Ghost Adventures. 

“Sizing up the competition?”

A short, flat laugh, “I wish. I can barely get in front of a camera, let alone get a full time hosting spot.”

“Anyone who can’t tell that putting you onscreen would boost ratings needs their eyes checked. Uh, I mean” he blushes in the darkened backseat, “you have Haunted Woods, right?”

“That’s only voice work, which means I don’t get to do any actual investigation. I mean, I like a good bigfoot sighting story as much as the next guy, but I want to go to where it happened. I want to interview people myself, I want to do stake-outs of haunted places or sighting hotspots, I want to actually help people figure out what they saw. What good is paranormal investigation if it’s just grown men scaring themselves in night-vision and misusing the word debunked?” Joseph gestures emphatically out the window, “he has four shows and a museum! For no other reason than he was a little ahead of the curve and men like him fail upwards!”

Barclay blinks, amused, and Joseph sits back in his seat and straightens his tie, “I’m sorry. It just bugs me to see so many programs not actually devoted to solving the mystery. I didn’t mean to, um, to go all angry nerd on you.”

“I didn’t mind” Barclay nudges him with his elbow, “and if it’s any consolation, you look way better in black than he does.”

Joseph returns to his smooth, subdued demeanor for the rest of the ride. Intrigued by the other sides of the man he glimpsed, Barclay decides to go off-script on their third date.

“I thought we were going to that new beach spot?” Joseph peers out the window as they head toward the L.A County Museum of Art.

“Figured we could change things up a bit. Know Ned made a reservation at the other spot, but he’s not actually my dad who gets to tell me where to go. Or anyone else’s, I think.”

“Not a chance.” Boyd adds from the front seat.

They head into the museum holding hands, since several people spot Barclay and pull out their phones as they’re getting out of the car. Because they’d planned to go dining on the beach, Joseph is dressed more casually, in jeans and a button-up short sleeve. It’s only when they pass through a darkened gallery–showing off art made with deadly items, including radium paint– that he sees the dark blue fabric is dotted with glow-in-the-dark flying saucers. 

When they round the corner, Joseph actually gasps, putting his hands over his mouth, “I didn’t realize At Home With Monsters was back in town.”

“Yep, they brought it back for the lead-up to Halloween. Y’know, a friend of mine was in one of Del Toro’s movies-”

“Amazing, tell me everything while we look, come one” Joseph pulls him into the exhibit. They emerge two hours later, talking animatedly about Barclay’s experiences wearing monster make-up, and make for the cafe for lunch. They spend the rest of the afternoon wandering the other exhibits, and Barclay quickly texts in a reservation to Pho King, aka the best kept dining secret in the area, when Joseph agrees to dinner. 

When they leave the museum, Joseph holds his hand the whole way. Without checking for cameras first. 

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“You wanna give this a try?” Barclay passes Joseph his phone, where he’s been unsuccessfully been trying for an artful shot of his finished, Coffee S’more Cupcakes to post to Instagram. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t bother, but it’ll look good to a prospective publisher. Plus, whenever Dani posts photos of his stuff, it gets a ton of compliments. 

“Yes, but only because if I have to go any longer without trying those I might cry.” Joseph looks at the plate, then at the ceiling, then moves the plate across the counter to a pool of sunlight. He tries a few different angles, then hands the phone back to Barclay. 

“I warn you that I’m no food photographer.”

“This one’ll work, thanks.” He nudges the cupcakes towards him, “you first.”

Joseph takes a bite, then moans and politely covers his mouth, “Oh. Oh my lord. We have to get you that cookbook deal, the people deserve to know about this.”

Barclay grins and peels the wrapper from another cupcake. Joseph continues eating, more messily than he’s ever seen, and if this were a real date he’d lean over and kiss the stray frosting from his lips.

A knock at the door reminds him why they’re here, and when calls for Ned to come in, his agent looks perturbed. 

“Gentlemen, I know this was meant to be a simple check-in, but I’m afraid we have a problem: the press may be catching onto us. Because they have, I am afraid to say rightly, noticed you two are not demonstrative in public.”

“How do they know we’re not just very private people?” Joseph leans on the counter, arms crossed. 

“When have internet speculators ever preferred the simple explanation?”

Joseph sighs, “I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“So, what, we’re just supposed to make-out in public until someone sees us?” Barclay loves kissing, but can’t think of anything he’d like less at the moment. 

“Yes. But never fret, my lovebirds; I’ll make sure your next date is somewhere that feels appropriately passion provoking.”

Barclay steals a glance at Joseph, who raises an eyebrow in reply, smile one of conspiratorial sympathy, “Gee, thanks.”

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This is a terrible idea, but Joseph's options were either be nervous in his apartment or be nervous at Barclay’s house, so he’s choosing the one with a better view. 

His knock summons the actor still in his casual clothes, looking worried as he opens the door.

“You’re early. Like, early-early, even for you. What’s up?”

The fact his shirt is more low cut than normal has nothing to do with Joseph replying, “I think we need to practice. For this evening.”

“You…want to practice kissing me?” Barclay shuts the door, leaving them in the darkened entryway. 

“Yes. Not that I think you’ll be bad at it. Or that I’m bad at it. But, well, the first kiss with a new person is usually pretty obvious and awkward and I’d hate for us to be caught on camera not, um, not doing our best work.”

This was a terrible idea. 

“Sure. Guess it would look pretty awkward if the first time we did it was in public. You wanna sit down on the couch or…”

“Couch is fine.” Joseph hurries to the plaid sofa before he changes his mind. Barclay sits next to him, moving like he’s approaching a scared deer. 

“It okay if I put my hand on your hip? Don’t wanna fall over on you.”

“That’s fine.” He sets both his hands stiffly on Barclay’s shoulders, closes his eyes as a big hand cups his cheek. Then full lips peck him once, shyly, on the mouth. 

“Come on big guy” he murmurs, “you can do better than that.”

An indulgent laugh, then another kiss, a real one this time, sugar sweet and sunshine gentle. He smiles into it, stopping Barclay from breaking the kiss. The actor leans in, hand gliding from Joseph’s hip to his lower back, and when Joseph teases his lips with his tongue there’s a scuff of feet leaving the floor as Barclay tips them down onto the sofa. 

Joseph surrenders any pretense he doesn’t want this to be happening, runs his hands along Barclay’s back, it’s muscles tensing every time Joseph returns for another kiss instead of pulling away. 

When he hazards a lovebite to Barclay’s lower lip, the man above him groans and tangles their legs together, expression so blissful when he pulls back for air that Joseph is one second away from telling him to text Ned and cancel their reservations. 

Barclay stiffens, suddenly won’t meet his gaze as he fumbles one of the small throw pillows into his lap and sits back up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just, uh, just needed a change of position. Old back injury from a stunt.”

It’s a lie. So Joseph does the most loving thing he can in that moment and believes it. 

“Thanks for telling me.” He smooths down the mussed patches of Barclay’s beard, “I’d say I’m ready to, um, perform in public. Unless you need more practice?”

Barclay shakes his head, “I’m good. Think I know just how to play it now.”

Joseph smiles, heart like a crushed tin can, and lets Barclay rest his head on his shoulder. 

—---------------------------------------------------

“You did WHAT???”  Indrid’s laugh is one part horror and two parts shock on the other end of the line.

“You heard me. I got hard from kissing, like a fucking teenager-”

“And then ‘freaked out’ like one, as the kids say.”

“Indrid, no one’s said that since we were kids.”

“My point stands, do not try to change the subject.” His friend reappears in the frame–he never holds still on video calls–draped in a sweatshirt that’s clearly the wrong size for him. 

“Duck’s visiting again?”

“Yes, since we’re shooting in Richmond I flew him here to spend the weekend with me. Mercifully those aren’t days when I have to get into swamp monster make-up. And” Indrid looks at him over his glasses, “changing it to my favorite subject is still changing the subject.”

“It didn’t mean anything. Joseph’s doing this for his career and mine, he doesn’t want to deal with my dick.”

“Ah yes, the ‘I will arrive early at your house so it is just the two of us and suggest we practice kissing’ gambit. A classic move by those decidedly not interested in seeing your dick.”

“His reasoning made sense! And he’s worked so hard that’s exactly the kind of thing he’s willing to do for his career. You don’t know him, okay?” Barclay sets his mug down with a defeated thunk.

“I know he’s masterfully dodged questions about your endowment from more than one interviewer in a way that suggests he’s spent at least some time thinking about your dick. More to the point, I know you; and you, my friend, have a crush on him that can be seen from space. So for goodness sake, tell him that before I fly myself back to L.A and do it for you.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell him. I just have to find the perfect time to do it.”

—------------------------------------------------------------------------

Their plan really is working. Not only has Barclay gotten his book deal, with talks of a show on the horizon, but Joseph has been recognized more at this one party than in his entire career up until now. 

Maybe he can use that to convince Barclay they should keep dating for at least another six months.

The event was in San Diego, and rather than try to drive home in the dead of night they booked a hotel downtown. Barclay always springs for ones with beds that can actually fit two, six-foot tall men, and so they’re currently in a corner room with a stunning view and cartoonishly large bed. 

Joseph hangs up his jacket and tie, turns to find running his hands over the dress sweater still stretched over his chest. 

“Gonna have to take this one out of the rotation. Apparently it looks too much like the one I wore in Camp Blood; got a bunch of comments on it, even a joke about how it must be nice to never need a Halloween costume.”

“Christ.” Joseph crosses the green carpet, “some people really can’t use the power of thinking about things for two seconds. If you do take it out of the rotation, promise you won’t get rid of it?”

“You like it?” Barclay’s brow unfurrows in an instant as he turns to face Joseph. 

“It makes you look like a hot teacher on back to school night.” He runs his hands over the blue and grey wool, “the kind that makes all the moms linger for a chat and all the dads jealous enough to consider actually making their wives cum at some point in their lives.”

Barclay laughs, “Okay, babe, it stays.” He sighs happily as Joseph continues petting across his chest, “thanks for coming along tonight. It’s funny, after all these years I still get a little nervous at, at these…” his next breath is shuddery. Joseph has an answer to why when he glances down at the actors fly. 

“You don’t seem nervous now.” He teases.

“Fuck” Barclay hisses through his teeth, “fuck, Joseph, I’m so sorry. I’m just, I’ve always been so fucking sensitive, it’s just one more thing that disappoints my partners, it’s fine, I’m fine, it’ll go away eventually. I just didn’t want you to have to deal with how fucking hair-trigger it can be-”

“Barclay” he says it firmly, and brown eyes snap to meet his own, “it doesn’t bother me. And if you sit down, we can, uh, find a way to get rid of it quicker.”

Barclay doesn’t even make it to the bed, falling into the nearest armchair as Joseph lowers to his knees. In three, deliberate movements he has Barclay’s pants and underwear around his ankles and the nicest cock he’s ever seen inches from his face. He’s practically licking his lips and Barclay still looks like he’s about to say “sorry.” Again. 

“Barclay” Joseph runs his from the tip to the root, “if I ever catch you apologizing for this gorgeous thing again, I will slap you. Or possibly it.”

Strong fingers twist at the hem of the sweater as a breathy, hopeful voice replies, “Really?”

Joseph looks up, grinning, “Do you like when your partners are mean in the bedroom, big guy?”

“I, I think so. I want it so bad but no one was every fucking interested! They all wanted the guy they saw on-screen. That’s all I was; the monster they wanted to be roughed up by.”

Joseph eases Barclay’s hands from the fabric, brings them to his mouth to kiss his knuckles as he muses, “You know, you’d have made a pretty victim in those movies just as easily.”

The other man looks away, “M’too big.”

“I think the right man could make you seem like a helpless puppy. Don’t you?”

Barclay turns wide, pleading eyes on him, “I wish he would.”

Joseph stands, yanks off his belt, and snaps, “Hands above your head. Now.”

Barclay obeys instantly, chest heaving as Joseph traps his wrists above his head. Joseph rests his hands on either side of the top of the chair, looming into Barclay’s space, “Out of curiosity, big guy, did you ever think about what monster you’d be at the mercy of?”

His boyfriend mumbles something.

Joseph digs a hand into auburn hair, forcing the other man to keep his eyes on him, “Try that again.”

“S-secret agent. Like a rogue one, or an ex-sniper or something. Sorry, I, I know it’s goofy-”

“Barclay, if you apologize again I will play with these” he shoves the sweater up to reveal Barclay’s pecs, “so roughly you’ll cry. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” Barclay glances at him, not hiding his smile, “sorry, sir.”

Without another word, Joseph straddles him, shoves the sweater up into Barclay’s mouth and barks, “hold that” before diving down to bite the left side of his chest as hard as he dares. 

Barclay yells but keeps the gag in place. Without looking up Joseph pats his cheek and coos “good boy” before doing the same to the other side. Then he kisses and bites his way back and forth, pausing now and then to suck his nipples, which results in an adorably small noise from such a large man. Even better are the sounds when he grabs and squeezes, Barclay whimpering and moaning as Joseph fondles him like he owns him. 

He shifts up onto his knees, denying Barclay the chance to rub off on him, and pinches each nipple in turn. Barclay squeezes his eyes shut, muffled sounds of pain turning Joseph on too much to even worry if enjoying them makes him a bad person. 

When brown eyes open again, they’re teary. So Joseph carefully eases out of his lap, kissing his cheek as he goes. 

“There. Now that you know what I’m capable of, are you going to be a good boy and let me suck your cock?”

Frantic nodding accompanies his trip to his knees. He kisses the shaft up and down, mouth already watering, “This really is spectacular. Makes me feel almost a little bad at the thought of torturing it.”

Barclay moans, then gasps when Joseph bites his inner thigh. Another bite sets the bigger man squirming.

“What’s wrong, big guy? Afraid I might bite somewhere I shouldn’t?”

Barclay nods and moans. 

Joseph smiles wolfishly up at him, “I could. It’s not like there’s anything stopping me. And it’s not like you can get away.” He opens his mouth, allowing his upper row of teeth to just, and only just, touch the head for an instant, and Barclay’s how body goes taught. Then he opens wider, pushing his head down to suck Barclay off. A relieved moan is followed by another one of those endearing squeaks as Joseph cups his balls and squeezes them a tad too tightly. 

Then it’s his turn to gasp, cum hitting the roof of his mouth and dripping onto his tongue as Barclay twists and whimpers in his chair. 

Joseph swallows what he can, wipes the rest away with the back of his hand as he stands. 

“Right. My turn” 

He hauls Barclay from the chair, shoving and stumbling them both over to the bed and pushing the other man onto his back. He pulls the spit-soaked sweater free and grips Barclay’s chin hard enough to redden the skin. 

“You are going to get me off with your mouth, or there will be consequences.”

“Fuck yes, sir.” Barclay purrs as Joseph yanks and tosses his pants away. When he lowers onto Barclay’s face, it’s a toss-up as to who moans the loudest. 

“Jesuschrist, oh, oh I see why you like the rogue agent idea.” Joseph tangles his fingers into Barclay’s hair, grinding against his eager mouth, “you know you’d, you’d be a perfect hostage. Because all it’d take is someone slapping you once and calling you a pretty boy and you’d be on your knees letting anyone who wanted to shove their cock down your throat.”

“Mmhph!” Barclay nods, hands fighting against their bonds. 

“I know, you’re just an obedient, sweet boy who needs to be put in his place. Which, which happens to be, oh, oh fuck, Barclay, Barclay.” He cums hard and collapses forward, catching himself on his arms and rolling off to avoid breaking Barclay’s nose. It’s still zinging through him as he undoes the belt and guides Barclay onto his side to study his face. 

“Was that okay? Are you okay?”

“Uh huh” the deep voice is dreamy and far off, “so okay. You’re so good. So amazing.”

“I’m going to get us some water okay? I’ll be right back.”

He fills two clean glasses in the bathroom and hurries back. When he gets to the bed, Barclay is curled up, trying to drag the blanket beneath him up around him. 

“Oh, oh big guy hey, hey it’s okay. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” He brushes Barclay’s hair from his forehead, “I think you’re dropping. I, I’ve had this happen before, if you want I can-”

“It’s not that.” Barclay wipes his eyes, “I mean maybe a little but it’s…you’re gonna leave in two weeks. This, this is all just for the contract. You, you don’t-”

“Bullshit I don’t.” He hugs Barclay tight, “I want to be your boyfriend, your real boyfriend, so badly it’s like a constant ache in my chest. God, I’m so stupid, I should have started with that, I was just so caught up and a little afraid that this would be my only chance to be with you like this.”

“I was thinking the same thing. And I was gonna ask you this morning if you wanted to keep dating but I chickened out and planned to do it tomorrow instead.” A gentle chuckle, “guess we were both being foolish in the same way.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“I was nervous. And I kinda convinced myself that if you wanted me for real you would have said.”

Joseph runs a hand over his hair with an embarrassed laugh, “I did the same thing.”

“Man, we really are two, big fools huh?”

“Maybe” Joseph kisses him, “but we’re fools in love.”

Barclay’s grin is brighter than all of L.A combined, “Yeah. Yeah we are.”

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Hello there! It is my honor to close The Great Escape. It has been such a fun read thanks to @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship (ch. 1) and @aldbooks (ch. 2). Both of you are brilliant writers and to say taking on this AU was intimidating would be an understatement, but I hope I did it justice in some ways.

Another thank you of course to our moderator, @azrielshadowssing. This has been such a fun project to ease me into collabrative writing and I guarantee if there are more projects like this in the future I will be thrilled to participate again.

All that said, happy reading!

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Part I // Part 2 // Full Ao3 // AWC Masterlist

Gwyn woke to find Beron being detained, the rest of his men unconscious. At least she hoped they were only unconscious. She knew her team knew how to clean up a job, but it was still risky when unplanned murders came into the picture. A pale hand was reaching down for her, quickly knocked away by one more familiar. Eris scoffed as Azriel scooped her into his arms, carefully arranging her whilst checking her for injuries before standing as gently as he could manage.

“Some help I was,” she groaned.

“Hush,”Az murmured. “You did your part. We’ll talk about the rest when we’re back with the group. “Rest, Gwyn.”

“Take her home,” Eris said gruffly. “It’s done. Get some rest, Berdara.”

The set of his jaw said enough. Part of this mess was Eris’ fault. Had he been compromised as a client? What little help he’d tried to provide her didn’t come off as someone who stabbed them in the back. Actually, she didn’t think Azriel would have left Eris breathing if he had played double agent against the company.

“I’m sorry,” Gwyn said when they were alone. “I was watching for a drugged drink, not a needle and—’

“Gwyn, this isn’t on you, sweetheart. Just wait until we’re with Rhys and Cass. We’ll get everything sorted out.”

“Everything?”

That question hung between them on the drive back to Night Corp. Everything about the assignment tonight? A debriefing after a messy fallout. Or everything to say about the last year as coworkers? Partners? She didn’t dare ask if he meant to tell their friends the whole truth tonight.

She noticed Azriel’s hand remained steady at her knee through the drive, his fingers resting casually and never straying from her kneecap to skim her thighs as they might usually. Perhaps he was too scared to touch her after Beron had. And she was still in that horrid dress, now dirty and torn, looking even less modest, somehow. 

She let out a ragged sigh, cursing the tears pressing her eyes and worsening her headache. She hated being a stress crier.

“Sweetheart…”

“Please, Az, just keep driving.”

She would compose herself, report to Rhys, and then go home and break. Just another hour or two and it would be over. Pulling up in front of Night Corp, the both got out of the car, Az rushing around the front when he saw her sway. “Come here, baby.” He wrapped his coat around her, watching her thread her arms through the long sleeves. It dwarfed her, but it covered the dress. Not to mention his scent had always given her comfort. “Can you walk inside?”

She was half-tempted to claim she couldn’t, just to see if he would really carry her up the few steps and into the building. But it was better to put on a strong face, regardless of how close she felt to crumpling from that drug. And she was getting steadier little by little. Movement would help, she knew. “I’ll be fine, Az. Let’s get this over with.”

She wasn’t stupid enough to try the steps in heels, so with those in hand, she entered the building barefoot, their height difference all the more obvious as Az kept beside her with a hand on her elbow in subtle support. “If you start to feel—”

“Thank the Mother, you’re back.” Cassian instantly wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her a few inches off of the ground. “Rhys said you lost contact on the assignment and things went sideways. Here, sit down.”

“Everything was going fine at first. At least we thought Beron was none the wiser,” Azriel said. “It turns out Eris didn’t shake a tail yesterday when he came to discuss the final steps to all of this. Whether you were seen entering or leaving Night Corp, or if Beron was just paranoid about his newest employee is a mystery, but it was Eris’ exposure that triggered everything tonight.”

“This was sloppy.” With her gaze cast towards the floor, Gwyn hadn’t noticed Rhys come into the room. “We’ve cleaned up worse though. I trust my team there. I want the official write up by tomorrow afternoon. Tonight we’ll—” His eyes fell on hers and his frustration softened. “Get Gwyn home, Az. We’ll finish this when you get back.”

“Actually, she’ll be staying with me tonight.” Her body locked. “And going forward.”

Rhys chuckled. “About time you two fessed up. Go home. Rest. I want that report by five, Az.”

“I hear you.”

~~~~~

“Bath,” Az ordered, herding Gwyn towards the tub.

“That might just put me to sleep.”

“Good. Bath. I’ll run one for you.”

“With bubbles?” 

Az chuckled, rolling his sleeves back to start running the water. “Get undressed, Priestess.”

Despite her exhaustion, she shuddered at his tone, prying herself away from the bathroom door to throw her clothes in the bedroom hamper before taking a long drink from the waterbottle she had left on the nightstand that morning. “I’m burning that dress tomorrow,” she groaned, rolling her aching shoulders and unbinding her hair to help ease her headache as she made her way back to the gurgling tub. “Quite possibly every other outfit he touched for that matter.”

“Unfortunately, that would make for a rather expensive wardrobe replacement after so long undercover.”

She grimaced at that. The dress, she would burn. The rest of her clothes could be put through the wash again. Not that the paycheck she received wouldn’t cover a few new outfits. Whatever you had to say for their line of work, it certainly paid the bills. And yet for all the money they earned, the bathtub was only big enough for one. What a disappointment.

She sank down so she was submerged to her neck, her loose hair floating through the suds behind her. “We should both move,” she told him jokingly. “Find another apartment with a big enough bathtub for you to hold me every night and unwind.”

“I hold you in bed,” he murmured, starting to work the muscles at the top of her shoulders, his knuckles rolling against her neck. “And I tend to you here, even if the tub’s too small to share. Yet you still feel so neglected?”

“Not neglected.”

He hummed, silently lathering his hands in shampoo and tending to her hair, his trimmed nails just long enough to scratch against her scalp. There were moments in her past that had made her fear contact. She thought this might be the part she missed most. Friends and lovers brushing or styling her hair. She and her sister would spend hours upon hours brushing and braiding hair and trading secrets.

She was glad to have that intimacy with Az, even if it was a very different dynamic. She was glad he was the one who had brought her back to herself, along with Emerie and Nesta and the others. With Az, even after the stress of the evening, she didn’t break.

Her eyes fluttered open when his hands dropped from her hair and fell beneath the water to rinse the shampoo away. When they came back up it was only to tease her, his fingertips tracing over her nipples and stirring heat within here. “Needy, then?”

Caught between a drowsy bliss and the edge of desire, it took a moment for her to backtrack and connect what he was referencing. The tub. It only fits one person. Very problematic. “Yes,” she admitted, putting what little focus remained into leveling her breathing as one hand drifted south, the other steady in its teasing at her breast.

She heard him tut above here. “Gwyneth. You don’t hide those lovely sounds from me, angel. I taught you better than that.” She whimpered as his hands slid away to rinse the soap from her hair and apply her conditioner. “Patience, angel. Incomparable pleasure comes to those who wait.”

She’d spent enough time over the past year being edged by his wicked fingers and toys to know that much was true. But it was still frustrating. She slouched against the tub. “I’m glad Rhys and Cassian were supportive of us. I didn’t realize we were so obvious.”

He chuckled behind her, kissing just beneath her ear. “We’ll say it’s my fault. Cauldron knows I can’t keep my eyes off of you. And the rest of the team will be just as supportive,” he promised, effortlessly soothing the last of the night’s worries. “Regardless of the fact I’m your supervisor, the way things are run with our family it isn’t so different from Nesta and Cass. It’s better to have this in the open than complicating another future assignment, isn’t it?”

She nodded, losing herself in the smooth glide of his hands as he slowly worked her over from head to toe, every sweep of his hand lighting another little fire inside of her, despite the thin washrag between her skin and his. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing, especially as he ended her luxurious bath with his hand between her thigh, letting the rag float away as he finally pushed a finger into her soaked core. When she was just to the point of begging, he pulled his hand away once more, snapping open a fresh towel and drying every inch of her before combing through her hair.

“Az.”

“I know, angel.” He kissed her forehead. “On the bed.”

This wasn’t a night to play, though she certainly enjoyed when they did. This was a night to savor and explore, remapping what was so familiar and altogether new. A passage of time they’d face together for the rest of their days. And as Azriel’s body slid over hers, Gwyn knew she had finally found forever.

~~~~~

Now, with Gwyn and Azriel's story closed, shall we open another?

Feysand sneak peek and banner below. I hope to post the whole thing on Ao3 in Oct. for captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship's birthday.

Summary: Don't get outsiders tangled in the business. Rhys thought it was a simple enough rule for his people to follow. However, when Nesta calls to ask him to bring her little sister into the fold, the rules begin to change.

Because Feyre is on the edge of leaving her fiance, a man Rhys has had his eyes on for years, waiting to find a way to bring down from the inside. This shot at infiltration could be the key to avenging his mother and sister. He'd be damned if he didn't take it.

He never counted on falling in love along the way. Now he could only pray he wouldn't lose her playing this game.

~~~~~

“Nesta, family doesn’t get tangled with work. You know this.” 

Nesta Archeron was the last person he thought he needed to lecture on this matter. She was a strong asset to Night Corp and respected the secrecy required to run such an organization as theirs. Beneath the optics of a multimillion dollar marketing company was another line of business entirely. Every company had dirty laundry of one kind or another. His—espionage and assassination for hire. Discrete clientele who pay well and expect a job done quickly and quietly.

“Rhys, we’re just getting in touch again and she said—”

“I said no, Nesta. From what I’ve gathered this sister of yours is too intuitive for her own good and we don’t need outsiders poking around, no matter how loyal you think she’ll be to you when you reconnect.”

“Rhys, she’s dating Tamlin Greene.”

He froze in the middle of the sidewalk, instantly jostled by the busy crowd moving around him. “What?”

Rhys would tell you over and over the only reason he picked up the company his father and uncle left was out of some familial duty. But the honest truth was that he was in the revenge business. Years ago his mother and sister had been brutally murdered thanks to Tamlin handing their location to his own father. The Greene family had their own unfortunate accident a few days later, but Tamlin was left standing, marked as an enemy for the rest of his days. 

So many times since, Rhys had been just shy of a way in to finish the job. Considering how close to death Tamlin had come, the man lived his life with paranoia as a companion. There was no sneaking a team member in as a company employee or passerby in Tamlin’s life because he didn’t hire or contact those he didn’t explicitly trust. It seemed the only wild card in the man’s life was Feyre Archeron.

“She’s dating Greene,” Nesta repeated. “Things aren’t going well and she’s on the edge of leaving him. The only reason she’s still with him is because he’s putting her through art school.” Nesta huffed on the other end of the line. “Look, I know you’ve been having trouble getting a way into his company with our team members. But what if you could get into his house?”

He resumed his walk home, already calculating all of the ways this could fall apart. Nesta’s sister wasn’t trained like the team was. She’d be a hindrance. “Putting your baby sister in the path of a criminal, Nesta? I knew you were ruthless, but this is something else.” 

“She’s already in his path. And she’s always had strong survival instincts. I’ll ask Cass to train her to truly defend herself in case her cover is blown or the bastard loses control for any other reason. Please, Rhys. She needs to be pushed over that fence and that piece of shit needs to be gone for good. Help me set this up.”

Nesta never asked favors. And certainly not so nicely. He grimaced, already hating the words coming out of his mouth. “Give her the address and a time to come in. I’m not saying yes until we have a clear picture on how ready she is to walk out and how oblivious Greene is to her shifting feelings.”

“I wouldn’t put her in a situation that she couldn’t handle, Rhys.” There was a long pause, then, “I’ve done enough to hurt her the past twenty years. That’s done now.”

He nodded. “Alright, Archeron. Get it arranged and give the team a time to expect her.”

[tpwkwriter]

Meeting the in-laws.

• mentions of anxiety!! But fluff all round <3

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“Fuck sake” the girl muttered under her breath, while searching top to bottom of her shared wardrobe.

The frantic sound of items being tossed around and draws and doors being slammed shut peeked the interest of her boyfriend.

“Dove, s’all this?” He beamed, motioning to the clothes and accessories scattered on there shared bed.

“Cant find nothing to wear for the weekend” she pouts, this weekend was, finally the time where y/n meets Anne, her lovers mum, although she was excited too finally meet her and see what it was like for him growing up, she also couldn’t stop her anxiety from raising in her body when she thought about what she was doing.

“No clothes, m’seeing a whole wardrobe all over m’bed darling” he says snaking his arms around her waist and kissing the crown of her head.

“Know but, nothing good enough, like what, what do I wear to meet my boyfriends mum?” She stresses picking at her fingers out of worry.

“What have I told you about doing tha” he remarks putting his hands over hers and pulling them down while pulling her closer.

“Wear what makes you comfy love, mum already loves you, couldn’t care what you wear, m’serious”

“How about we tidy up and go get dinner?” He proposed

To the girl happily agreed.

——————

Friday morning came along and due to the ride nearing 4 hours the day started quite early, y/n woke earlier then there alarm was supposed to go off, the dark sinking feeling in her stomach goes off, when she realised what day it was, don’t get it wrong of course she was excited but her approval towards y/n meant alot she just wanted to be liked by Anne.

She sits cross legged on her side of the bed, and leans her back against there shared headboard.

Turning her head to the sleeping Angel that lie next to her made her realise that even though she felt nervous, she would happily push through for him and his family.

She takes her phone in hand and tries to distract her from her mind, her thoughts where knocked when she felt a ringed hand sit on her exposed knee.

“Y’ok lovie” he mumbles, using his free hand to run it down his hair revealing his sleepy eyes and pretty face.

“Mhmm” she hummed

“Excited for today?” He asks finally opening his eyes.

“Yeah, cant wait to see y’mum” she replies pressing a kiss to his exposed forehead.

—————

Within 3 and a half hours of the drive it doesn’t take long for y/n’s feelings to kick again and intrusive thoughts raid her mind ‘what if she hates me’ ‘what if she doesn’t approve of us’ ‘what if she thinks I’m using her son for fame or money?’

“Nearly there dove” he says placing his hand on the girls thigh allowing her to fiddle with his rings.

“Okay baby” she murmurs.

“ she knows I don’t use you right? Money, fame” she adds, the tone of her voice shows stress the was currently feeling.

“Baby honey, no, never, she hasn’t even met you darling yet all she has to say it positive about you, she thinks your perfect already” he speaks keeping his eyes on the road but using his free hand to drum his fingers on her thigh, to show he he was listening.

As the couple pulled up to the house, H could clearly see the wave of nervousness rush over her.

“Hey, it’s ok m’love, we’re in this together okay, ima gonna be right with you” he says leaning over the handbrake to press a kiss to the girls lips.

Without a reply, the girl nods and they both exit the car and hand in hand walked to the door.

Within 5 seconds of the door bell being rung, it’s slung open revealing a smiley, beautiful Anne who instantly invited you both in to her home.

“Oh y/n darling, your much prettier in person, how are you?” She beams pulling the girl into a comforting hug.

“ thank you, thank you so much” she smiles reciprocating the hug and already feeling at ease.

“Thanks for the love mum” he sardonically replied.

“oh come here my darling” she laughs after pulling her son into a hug.

“Please come on through and take a seat” she said leading the couple down a hallway, whilst walking y/n took a second to appreciate the decor and details that surrounded the house, the walls were a dark evergreen, with details of gold and rose gold, as she entered the living room it instantly gave cosy, homey vibes, fairy lights strung over the Tv, candles sat on the coffee tables and mantle pieces, and a basket that sat in the corner full of fluffy and fuzzy blankets, the girl instantly fell at ease and comfort at this home.

After a while of catching up and laughs the couple slowly fall tired, H recommends that he grabs the remaining bags from the car.

“Want me to help H” she asks raising to her feet.

“No it’s fine I’ve got it, all your night stuff is already in the guest room, so feel free to get ready in there love”

“Let me show you it��� he smiles, wrapping his arm around her waist and guiding her to the staircase.

Y/n didn’t realise how well H knew her until she looked at the stuff he put in her night bag, her favourite pjs, fluffy socks, all the skincare she uses before bed, it made her heart burst at how much he noticed this stuff.

Whilst finalising her self, once she was comfy she was about to head back down stairs to help Anne with cleaning up after dinner when she heard something that made her stop in her tracks.

“I think she’s perfect for you Harry” Anne gushes

“She’s well mannered, caring, sweet and has a lot of love for you darling, you can tell by the way she looks at you” no need to see her but you can hear the smile on her face

“She’s definitely the 1 mum” H adds

“Couldn’t imagine not being with her, don’t deserve it”

Y/n felt bad for eavesdropping but, once again it made her heart melt, she could almost reassure she was just a puddle at this point.

She wanted to make sure they were both in different rooms before walking back downstairs, just to allow H to have sometime with his mum and once she was sure they had quietened down she walked down the stairs and went back to the living room, where she found H with his eyes glued to the Tv that showing a random 90s romcom.

“Y’ok pretty boy” she asks plopping herself beside him.

And with that his focus was tranced to her, he instantly laid his head onto her shoulder, knowing she wouldn’t be as cuddly or handsy infront of his mum.

“ fancy lunch by the river tomorrow? Me, you and mum?” He asks closing his eyes in a sleepy manner

“Sounds perfect” she says running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Really love this house, has such a cosy vibe” she adds eyes scanning other details she missed.

“Thank you love, was the vibe I was going for” Anne says walking in to the room and placing down a hot drink down for you and sitting in the sofa opposite you and the coffee table.

As the night was coming to a close, the couple say goodnight Anne, and make it into there room for the next 2 days.

“If y’need anything in the night love, just go get it, this place is y’secound home now” he smirks.

“Ill take that with honour, love it here”

“Told ya it would be fine didn’t I, she loves you” he says kissing her forehead.

“I love her back, she’s amazing” the girls adds crawling into the sheets and getting comfortable

With H switching the lights, he does the same and joins her.

“Love you dove” he says turning to his side to throw an arm around her waist and kiss her hair

“Love you H” she says dissolving in his arms and with that all sinking feeling in her stomach stopped and she felt at home and at comfort.

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