#if you pull the chains that's the sound he makes ok bye

[babykittenteach]

Meow.

[banquetwriter]

Can you do a Johnnie x reader like you go to one of Tara’s parties and it’s just you guys having fun and going home together and super cute

୨୧ Karaoke ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader is hungover a lil, cursing, drinking (nothing bad tho just a party) one kiss 🤭

summary: ʚ you share a first kiss with Johnnie at another one of Taras parties ɞ

Words: 2053

An: AHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE WE NEED MORE FLUFFY JOHNNIE STUFF!! i hope this is what you meant and i can def do one where it’s just y’all at home (👀)

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You could hear your phone ringing. You weren't sure where exactly. You felt the natural urgency to pick your it up. You opened your eyes, squinting at the sunlight that leaked into your room. You answered the phone with a creaky little “Hello?” you asked. Flopping on your back.

The tiredness of waking up suddenly filled your body. “Y/n? ARE YOU STILL ASLEEP?” Tara’s voice shrills through your phone. You wince holding the phone away from your ear in pain. “Yes Tara, I WAS still asleep until you called me. I am still hungover… I think.” you said rubbing your eyes, you felt something weird on your hands so you looked at them only to reveal dried crusty makeup… Perfect!

Falling asleep with your makeup on is super cute. “Y/n! It's 2 pm! You have my party later! You can be hungover tomorrow, ok?” she said. You hear rattling sounds, she is presumably setting stuff up while calling you. You take the phone from your face to reveal it is, infact, 2:13 pm. You put the phone back up to your face, sighing.

“Yeah I remember, don't worry,” you mumbled, turning over. “Ok good, and take care of yourself seriously, eat like a salad or some shit,” Tara says as you let out a little giggle at her words. “Will do Tara,” you say, finally standing up and stretching.

“Bye y/n.” you hear her say before the call ends. “Mmmmm fuck.” you mumble to yourself rubbing your face, with your hands. You check your phone to see a text from Carrington asking if you are still collabing today.

“Damnit,” you mumble, pulling up the text chain. You confirmed the collaboration and suggested a video idea of streaming you guys trying the deli food from Erewhon for the first time. He agreed to the idea, you took a shower, got half ready, and filmed the stream with your friend.

All the comments talking about just how rough you looked were not helping your confidence any. You knew that they were joking but still. It didn't make you feel very good or very motivated to dress cute for the party tonight.

A party where Johnnie WOULD be. And as stupid as it was to admit you wanted to impress him so much. So after the video was filmed of eating shitty and overpriced food you managed to pull yourself together to get ready. Hoping back in a shower to shave and go the full nine yards.

You put on a damn cute outfit that was sure to earn a few edits from your fans. You did your makeup and hair to your liking and the night was looking up. You frizzed and messed with the last strand of your hair before snapping a picture for your Instagram story.

You were feeling a little mischievous and decided to put a song in the background as one of Johnnie’s. You picked “Angel of Death” since you helped him direct that one. You posted the black-and-white selfie and audibly giggled at the thought of seeing him within the next hour or so.

You hopped into an Uber and eventually made it to Tara’s party. The bright lights and music created a lively and bright atmosphere. You set your bag in Tara’s room and made your way through the living room saying hi to all your friends.

Managing to get to the rooftop where Tara and the rest of the gang were. “Heyyyy,” you said creeping up behind your short friend. “Y/n!” she shouts, wrapping her arms around you.

You get pulled into a tight and warm hug, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Y/n, what's up?” Sam asked, looking up from his seat on a couch. Fairy lights and another speaker were set up outside.

There were a bunch of people all packed into the smaller space. “I'm good, what about you?” you ask, taking a cup from the table. “Were good were good. We just heard about you being a little hungover this morning from Tara.” Sam said, squinting as he took a sip of his drink.

You faked a look of offense as you looked at Tara. She has a giant grin making her hand into a heart as an apology. “Tsk tsk. I was not hungover! I was just recovering from one the previous day, ok?” you say in defense of yourself as you sit next to Johnnie and Colby.

“Well, that's not what we heard,” Colby said next to you, holding his hands up. “I was hungover yesterday and these two dumbasses forced me to try 7/11 pizza so yeah this morning was a rough time ok?” you say pointing to Jake and Johnnie.

Jake’s mouth flew open in offense. “Woah ok the Pizza was NOT that bad.” he grabbed a bottle of alcohol pouring some into his cup. Johnnie let out a dry laugh beside you, you turned to him smiling. “Ok, y/n we believe you. And you didn't wake up next to that server we saw mmmm?” Tara said, moving her shoulder a little.

“Hell no I didn't wake up next to no fucking server. You're one to talk by the way,” you said, sipping whatever was in your cup. “Whatever,” Tara says as you settle into the couch.

The air was cold but there were heat lamps surrounding the terrace. The next warmest thing was Johnnie's body. He was so close to yours that you could practically feel his heat radiating onto your skin. “Was the pizza that bad?” Johnnie whispered into your ear.

“No not really but Jake woke me up at the ass crack of dawn to stream that so,” you whispered back. You could smell his cologne and the smell of cigarette smoke on him. You know that smoking wasn't a good habit but fuck he did look hot when he did.

“Hey, it was like 11 when we filmed that. It was not that early ok?” he said back his voice louder this time. Not that anyone noticed. Everyone else was absorbed in their conversations at this point. You giggle slightly at his words.

Your eyes look up to meet his. It's hard under all his hair and messy eye makeup to see his bright blue eyes, but you manage. You stare into them for almost too long. You close your eyes forcing yourself to look away. You’re scared you might have never been able to look away if it wasn't for the fact you were both at a party with other people.

Including all of your and his friends who would tease you both if you were gazing into each other's eyes. “Hey, I was hungover that day, ok? 11 is way too fucking early to be up hungover.” you say in defense of yourself for what feels like the millionth time this night alone, downing whatever was in your cup.

You inhaled sharply feeling the roaring effects of the alcohol as it burned its way down your throat. “Yeah, that's completely fair,” Johnnie says, moving his head slightly to move his hair. You purse your lips together moving your body to face the group again.

Johnnie stays looking at you, his shoulders now completely blocking your view of Jake. Not that you were complaining of course. The night moved on, and you didn't drink a lot, not trying to upset your stomach further of course.

By now you, Jake, and Johnnie were all doing some shitty karaoke downstairs. You of course had picked a PTV song and were attempting to nail the notes. After your throat was sore you handed the microphone off to Jake and sat next to Johnnie once again.

Jake had picked some Billy Joel song he and was failing miserably. You and Johnnie were both giggling away at his antics. You pulled out your phone to record him. “Oh god are you actually gonna post that?” Johnnie asks with a grin.

“Duh. Probably just put it on my Instagram story,” you said nudging him slightly. There is a beat of silence between you two before Johnnie speaks again. “Is there a reason you posted your picture to my song?” Johnnie asked.

Your hands, which were still holding your phone, dropped slightly. You felt a rush of heat flood your face as your brain short-circuited. Trying to come up with an excuse for your random amount of boldness.

“Oh- I just- I-” you stuttered out turning the video off. You felt like a fish out of water flapping around for any excuse you could think of. And thank whatever god may exist as your prayers were answered as Jake handed the microphone to Johnnie.

“What? Dude, I'm not singing.” Johnnie said, looking at Jake’s hand holding the microphone. “Duuuude!” Jake says dramatically slouching down, feeling the obvious effects of the liquor. “Dude you're literally a singer,” you say looking at him, your eyebrow cocked up.

“I-” he starts to speak before looking at his friend and then at you. You nod your head in encouragement, he closes his eyes with a sigh. “Fine,” he mutters, grabbing the microphone. He takes a few seconds to queue up a song.

You don't record this time. Just laugh with your friends as Johnnie attempts to sing a song. His eyes catch yours for a moment, and his voice breaks and slowly stops working. It seems like time slows down only your heartbeat can be heard

It feels like for a few seconds your worlds combined. The eyes that were watching Johnnie apparently caught up to him as he suddenly looked around the room. He tries to pick up the pace of this song and fails miserably. Completely missing half the words.

Your breath catches in your throat and you decide you need a break. You swallow deeply, stand up and almost run out of the room. You weren't sure what you were doing, just that you felt like your insides were suffocating.

You made it to the kitchen grabbing an empty solo cup and filling it up with water. You gulped down a few drinks of it before sitting up on a counter. You wipe a drop of water that fell from your mouth as footsteps alert you someone walked into the kitchen.

You turn to see that Johnnie is slowly creeping into the room. “Hey,” you said looking back down at your feet that rested against the cabinet. “Hey,” he said, walking around the kitchen island facing you. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the opposite counter as you.

“Y-yeah I'm fine. Just got a little intense back there I guess,” you said gesturing to the living room where we both just were. “Did you really wake up with that server?” he asks, barely able to keep eye contact.

You laugh slightly “God no.” you mutter out once again looking down. “Tara And Kat were making a bunch of jokes about it but I was never into him don't worry.” you say trying to laugh it off.

He doesn't say anything, just slowly getting closer to you. You looked up at him. You feel your eyes lock again.

You don't shy away this time. You let Yourself hold eye contact. That familiar feeling in your face travels back in. Your breaths move at similar paces as he slowly shares your space.

You tried to speak but no words came out. You're glad they don't truthfully. Johnnie's hand slowly comes up and meets your face, holding your chin. He moves in between your legs and pulls your face in for a kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet. You swear you could hear fireworks exploding in your brain. He was so so so close, but you needed him closer. The cup was long abandoned as your hands reached up to pull his face closer.

It seems to work as his whole body moves next to you, touching you. His hand, the other one that wasn't holding your face steady moves to hold himself on the counter.

You're not sure how long it was before you moved away from him for a breath. You feel the heat in your cheeks move down to your neck and chest and you look down. “Wanna get out of here?”

[bteezxyewriter12]

Repair

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 9.4k

Includes- Tension, Yunho is intimidating, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Pulling up to the body shop, I park my car and get out

This doesn't look like a shop that has a mechanic I'd need

Still, this is the address San texted me and it's open this late at night

Supposedly San's close friend owns it

I walk towards the open garage, peering in, seeing a man wiping a light on a car

"Uh hello?"

He stops, turning to look at me

My heart stops at how utter beautiful and fucking hot he is

This guy's a mechanic?

He should be a runway model

"Uh hi", I wave

He stands up, walking over to me, an intimidating look on his face

Ok he's not happy to see me

I take him in as he stands a few feet away from me with his arms crossed

Super tall, straight black hair parted in the middle, intense dark brown eyes

His lips are gorgeous with a pronounced cupids bow, his jawline so sharp

The chains on his neck look so good as well as the ear piercings

He has a white shirt on under what looks like it could be a kind of mechanic jacket, loose pants and boots

He has some dirt or grease on his cheeks to complete his look

A total intimidating hottie

My eyes find their way back to his face, his eyebrow raising in a question

"Oh uh hi. I uh...I'm Joanne. I know San"

He just nods once

Ok, not a big talker I guess

"I uh...need my car to be fixed? I have no idea what's wrong with it. It's just making weird sounds"

He glances at my car, then back at me, silent

"I uh...San...told me to come here. He gave me this address?", I continue then read out the address San gave me, "Is this...uh...the right place?"

He nods once

Yeah ok, I'm gonna kill San

I don't care how hot he is, this guy is fucking scary

"I uh...do you do...uh repairs? Like the kind I need?"

There's no answer from him and I think I need to go

Even if he does do repairs it doesn't look like he wants to take my car

"I uh...I'm gonna go ok?", I say, starting to back up to my car, "I'm sorry I bothered you. Uh...bye"

I turn and practically run to my car, opening the door

I get in, then turn to close the door when a hand shoots out, stopping the door from closing and giving me a heart attack in the process

"Wait", a gruff voice says, my eyes moving from the hand to the scary guy's handsome face, "I'll look at your car"

"Oh no, it's fine. I'm ok", I say

He rolls his eyes, "I heard your car coming from down the street. It sounds like there's something wrong with the exhaust or the muffler. And there's a clinking sound coming from your engine"

Well I have no idea about the clinking sound but I know about the loud sound when I drive it

"Uh...you don't...I mean this uh...garage doesn't seem to be like a...mechanic garage"

"It's not. It's a body shop. But I'm also a mechanic and I know how to fix cars"

"Oh", I say stupidly

"I'll look at your car tonight and see if I have the stuff to fix it by tomorrow. If not, it'll take a few days"

"You really don't have to, not if you're busy"

"San sent you. It's fine. Give me your keys"

I get out of the car, hand him the keys and he shuts the door

Then he turns and walks back to the garage without a word

I follow him wondering if I'm gonna get a receipt or something

He grabs a paper, handing it to me with a pen, "Fill it out. Ignore the irrelevant parts. Sit there"

He points to a couch where another guy who I didn't see before is sitting

That guy nods at me in greeting and I nod back like a dumbass

I sit and fill out the paper

It's a standard mechanic form

My name, number, make and model of my car, year, license plate- 2000 Toyota Corolla

The rest is a checklist of what body mods you'd want done to your car, paint colors, the amount of something called NOS and other stuff I have no idea about

"Uh here", I tell him when I'm done

He takes the paper, putting on a desk, my car keys on top of it

"I'll call you when you can come pick it up"

"Oh, uh yeah. Ok. Thanks"

He nods once then turns away, sitting back in the chair he was in when I got here and tending to the car he was working on

"Uh ok....bye", I say lamely

He doesn't turn around

Whatever

He's an ass but as long as he fixes my car then I'll deal with it

I turn, pulling out my phone and pull up Google maps to see which bus is closest to here

And pray that it's still running this time at night

I start walking away, out of the garage and to the side walk

The bus to my apartment is five block away but Google maps doesn't even say when it'll show

I could be waiting there all night

Fucking great

I can't call San

He has a fight tonight and Wooyoung is with him

My luck just keeps getting better and better

I sigh and start walking in the direction of the bus stop

"Hey!", I hear behind me

I stop, turning to see the mechanic behind me

"Where are you going?"

"Uh home?"

"You're walking?"

"Well yeah. To the bus stop"

"The bus stop running at 9:30"

Well fuck me then

I glance at Google maps and switch to the walking man

A fucking hour and a half

Jesus Christ

Well, I guess I have no fucking choice

"Guess I'm walking then", I tell him, "I better leave, it's gonna take awhile"

"You can't walk home at night"

I roll my eyes, "Why not?"

"Because this is a bad neighborhood. There's creeps and gangs out who'd love to get you in their sights"

"Well I have no choice", I tell him

"Can't you call an Uber like everyone else?"

I glare at him

Doesn't he think I'd do that if I could?

I'm not stupid

"Unlike everyone else, I don't have money for that. I barely had gas money to get here and now I have a car bill I have to pay for. I can't afford an Uber", I answer, "So if you're done questioning me now, I'll be on my way"

He shakes his head, "No. You're not walking. Jongho will take you home"

And who the fuck is Jongho?

"Jongho?", I ask

"My assistant. The guy who's in the garage with me"

Oh that guy

Well at least he looks nicer than this guy

"He doesn't have-", I start to protest

He just turns from me, yelling for Jongho

God, what is this guy's problem?

"Yeah?", Jongho answers, appearing next to the mechanic

"Take the girl home", he says

The girl?

I have a fucking name

"It's Joanne", I snap

He rolls his eyes, "Take Joanne home. She's San's friend"

"Yeah I heard that", Jongho says, pulling car keys out

To me he says, "Lets go"

He walks to some white sports car, unlocking it

"Go", the mechanic says, nodding towards Jongho, then abruptly walking away, back to the garage

What a jerk

But I really don't want to walk an hour and a half so I get into Jongho's car

He asks for my address, puts it in the GPS and starts driving

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The next day

"You're friends is a jerk", I tell San as I make his coffee

The cafe I work at is in a lull right now

I have about an hour to kill until the high schools let out and it's a mad house

"Which one?"

"The mechanic one"

"Yunho?"

"Oh is that his name?", I say sarcastically

"You didn't know his name?"

"He never told me. He actually didn't talk to me much except to be a jerk", I tell him, "But Jongho was nice"

Jongho made light conversation on the fifteen minute drive home last night

He's really nice

Sweet

And funny

He cracked a few jokes that made me laugh, which is something I needed after the horrible day I had

"Yeah Jongho is usually nice", San agrees, "What did Yunho do?"

Handing him his coffee, I tell him about last night

Which for some reason makes San laugh

"I don't see how that's funny"

"If you knew how Yunho was really like then it'd be funny to you too. He only acts like that when it's someone he doesn't know"

"Well thanks for the fucking warning San"

"Look I'm sorry ok. But Yunnie is not intimidating nor scary. He was probably caught off guard because he wasn't expecting you to show up. And he gets defensive around his shop with people he doesn't know"

"Then why would you send me to him?", I ask in disbelief

If he knows Yunho is like that went people approach his shop why would he send me there alone?

"Because your car was on the verge of dying and Yunho is the best mechanic I know. That guy loved cars since he was a kid and he can fix anything. You need the best with that crap car you have"

"Hey!"

"Ok Jo, it's a heap of junk"

"I can't afford another one!", I exclaim

"Yeah I know. And I also know Yunho can keep it running for you as long as he can. That's why I sent you to him. So give him a break ok?"

I scowl but nod

If he can fix my car then yeah I'll give him a break

"So let me tell you about my fight last night"

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My cell phone keeps ringing and I have to keep silencing it so I can take customer orders

It's the five o'clock after work rush

The worst of them all, with the rude entitled cranky business men and women

And my phone keeps taking me out of my groove

Ten minutes later, I make the last coffee for the last customer of the current line then quickly tell one of my coworkers I'm taking a five minute breath before we're swarmed again

Going inside the cafe, I look at my phone

5 missed calls from the same unknown number

Sighing, I click re-dial and wait as the phone rings

"Hello?", a gruff voice I recognize from last night says

"Uh hi. This number called me?"

"Joanne?", Yunho says

"Yeah"

"Why didn't you pick up the first time I called you?", he growls

Ok WTF?

He needs to take a chill pill

"Because I'm at work and can't pick up whenever my phone rings?"

He sighs like I'm inconveniencing him, "Whatever. Your car is ready. You can come pick it up"

Great

He works really fast

"Oh ok. I'll come after work"

It's silent for a beat, then, "How are you getting here?"

"Bus", I growl, so not wanting to argue with him again

"Fucking hell", he grumbles, "I'll come get you. What's your work address?"

He'll come get me?

Why?

It's not night right now

I mean yeah it will be when I get out of work but that shouldn't matter

"I can get there by myself"

"Yeah you can but if anything happens to you on your way here, San will have a conniption and he'll blame me. So can we just avoid that and give me your work address so I can come get you"

Gee, nice to know he cares so much

Whatever

He's right about San though

He'll flip on Yunho if anything happens to me

Perks of having a protective friend from childhood

"Fine", I snap, giving him the cafe's address, "I get out at 8"

"I'll be there", he says, then hangs up

No bye, no see you later, just hangs up

Fucking jerk

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"Yo, do you see that sick car outside?", one of my male coworkers says to another

"No? What is it?"

"A 1997 Mazda RX-7 VeilSide Fortune"

"No fucking way", one of the guys says, running to window, "That's fucking beautiful"

I glance out the window, seeing an orange red sports car

I guess that's what they're talking about?

I don't know, I'm not really into cars, so I don't care

"Wonder who that guy is picking up?"

Oh no

Is...is that....Yunho?

I glance at the clock

7:58

It's Yunho

"Where the hell did he get that car from?"

I sigh as I grab my bag from under the counter and punch out

"Bye guys", I say as I walk to the door

"Bye Jo!"

"Bye!"

I take a breath and walk up to the orange red car

The window goes down, Yunho's face appearing

"Get in"

I huff but open the door

Looking back at the window to the cafe, like five or six of my coworkers are there, staring with their mouths dropped

I'm so not gonna hear the end of this tomorrow

Getting in the car, I close the door

I put my seatbelt on and Yunho starts to drive

"Is this your car?", I ask

His eyebrows raise, "Who's else is it?"

I shrug, "I have no clue. But apparently it's some big deal. All the guys at work were drooling over it"

I see a smirk on his face and yeah ok it's totally hot

"It's a nice car", he says, "Was in one of the fast and the furious movies"

"Oh", I answer

I saw a few of those movies

The first one was the best but as they go on they get more and more ridiculous

"Is that why you picked it?"

He scoffs, "No. I picked it because I like it"

Ok, touchy

"Is this your only car?"

He shakes his head, "No. I have a few others"

"Sports cars like this?"

"Some. Some regular cars"

"Oh", I answer

The conversation stops there and it's silent for the rest of the drive

We pull into his shop and get out

He starts walking to my car, that's parked in front of the shop

"Your car is a piece of shit"

I huff, "Well not everyone can afford fucking sports cars"

"You don't need a sports car to have a decent car"

"I can't afford a decent car. I can barely afford my bills as it is", I snap, "What was wrong with it?"

"Muffler. And one of timing belts needed to be replaced"

Yeah ok sure

I have no idea what he's talking about

"It's good now?"

He snorts, "Not good. It's running but it will break down again. You need thousands of dollars for this car to be good. It's not worth it. You should trash it and get another one"

"No. Mon-ey", I say slowly, thinking maybe it'll sink into his brain this way

"I. Get. It", he says, copying me

I narrow my eyes at him, "How much is it?"

I just want to pay and go home

"Don't worry about it"

Excuse me?

"What do you mean don't worry about it? You fixed it. You replaced parts. That cost money"

"Not for you", he says, handing me my keys

"What the hell Yunho? I'm not a moocher!"

"Yeah I could guess that", he says, "But still you know San and I don't charge people I know"

I just stand there flabbergasted

"I uh...um..thank you?", I ask more than say

"Sure. Just promise me one thing"

Aha, here's the catch

"What?"

"When it breaks down again, bring it to me"

I raise my eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because this thing will continuously break down and I can keep it running longer than most mechanics. At least until it dies for good", he says, "Plus other places will overcharge you. I won't"

Yeah cause he'll do it for free

That's not what I want

"Fine but I'm paying you from now on"

He smirks again, making me weak in the knees, "Ok. Sure"

"I will!"

"Yup", he says, turning around and walking back to the garage

I scowl at his back then get in my car

I will pay him next time

I'm not a moocher, not by a long shot

I drive my car down the block and realize that it's blessedly silent for once

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Six months later

"Well it finally fucking died", Yunho says, shutting the hood of my car

"Just great", I mumble

He's been saying this for the last month

That it won't be long until it craps out

He managed to get it to keep going for six more months

He was right, it kept breaking down

Water pump, check engine light, belts, chains, tires popping, alternator, breaks

And more I can't think of

I'm here like every two weeks

Yunho fixes my car, doesn't charge me anything and makes me repeat my promise to bring him my car when it breaks down

I insist on paying him but he always finds a way to put my money back in my car before I leave

So instead of paying him, I get him food

That he eats

Other times, I'll stay while he fixes my car

Sometimes I'll hang on the couch with Jongho, sometimes I'll watch him fix it

It's interesting

And I'm learning a bit more about cars

Sometimes Yunho will explain what he's doing, what the part is and what the car uses it for

Other times he'll tell me to leave him alone and stop bothering him

He's so freaking touchy at random times

But the one thing that's happened all these months being around him is that I've stupidly fallen for him

I don't know what's my problem

He's not particularly nice to me

Sometimes he's downright rude

But other times he's... nice, tolerable of me?

Something like that

He can do nice things like pick me up when he finishes fixing the car to bring me to the shop, bring me home when I bring the car to him

Or like I said, explain things to me

Have little conversations here and there, asking about my life, answering questions I have about his

And when I'm here I can just watch him

Watch his broad shoulders move, his long fingers in his fingerless gloves using the tools, handling the parts

His black hair falling in his eyes

The adorable way he gets grease and oil on his cheeks

And I just fell in love with him like a fucking idiot

He'd never want me

I'm just San's annoying friend with the crappy car

I bet he's glad my car finally crapped out so he doesn't have to keep fixing it

And with that thought I realize I'm probably not going to see him again

I don't have a car that needs fixing anymore

That blows

"Sorry Jo", he says, shrugging

"What's wrong with it now?"

"Transmission"

"It can't be fixed?"

"It can but it'll be worth more than the car is worth. And there's no guarantee that even with that fixed it won't stop breaking down. In my professional opinion, the car is dead. You need a new one"

"Goddamnit", I sigh, looking up at the ceiling

"Hey", he says, "I mean I can fix it if you want"

I shake my head

I don't want to cost him even more money

He's doing all this for free and getting the parts with his own money

If the transmission is gonna cost more than the actual car, he's right, it's not worth it

"Nah forget it. It's time for it to go to car heaven"

He snorts, rolling his eyes

Whatever

"Well I guess that's it then", I say, "Thanks for all your help. I really appreciate everything you've done"

He raises his eyebrow, "Why are you making this sound like a sappy goodbye?"

"Because it is?", I say bewildered, "Not sappy but a goodbye. I don't have a car for you to fix anymore so I don't really have a reason to come back here"

"Oh right. Yeah. True", he says, like that hadn't dawned on him

"Yeah. So uh...I'm gonna go", I say awkwardly, "San said he could pick me up today so I'll just call him ok?"

"Uh huh. Sure", he says avoiding eye contact

Whatever

I'm upset I won't see him again but it's not like I ever had a shot of being with him

My phone is in my bag on the couch and as I pass Yunho to get it, I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, turning me to him

My heart beats loudly in my chest as I raise my eyes to his

Uncertainty and hesitation swirls in his eyes and I don't know what that's about

He's so close to me, closer than we've ever been and I can feel the energy crackling between us

I hold my breath, waiting to see if he's going to do something or let me go

His hand lets go of my wrist, disappointment rising in my chest

What did I expect?

I'm about to break the eye contact when he leans down, his lips against mine in a searing hot kiss

My head is spinning, heat floods my body and stars blast in my vision from this one kiss

Holy fucking shit

His big gloved hands move around my waist, pulling me against him

I shyly put my hands on his arms, slowly moving them up, giving him time to stop me

He doesn't and my arms wrap around his neck, holding on

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth for his, our tongues brushing against each other's

"Mmmm", I moan at the same time he groans loudly, kissing me harder

His hands move down to my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as I kiss him deeply

God, I never want to stop kissing him

His kisses are like fucking heaven

Everything I'm feeling, everything running through my body, I've never felt before

Not with anyone's kiss

Just Yunho's

He walks with me to who knows where

I don't care as long as he doesn't stop kissing me

He lays me on top of something hard and cool, his hands moving down my body to my sneakers

He pulls them off, throwing them behind him, then his hands move to my jeans

He breaks the kiss for a second and I take the chance to see where we are

Holy shit I'm on top of the hood of his car

The 1997 Mazda RX-7 VeilSide Fortune

I remember the stupid car's name because my coworkers won't stop asking me about it

Asking me when the guy who owns it is gonna pick me up again

I returned my gaze to Yunho's, his eyes asking me if I want this too

I definitely do

I nod and he smiles, it's beauty taking my breath away, then his lips are against mine again

As his hands get my jeans open, I zip down his mechanic jacket

He shrugs out of the jacket, then pulls my jeans down and off, leaving me in my panties

I need more, my hands undoing the tie on his pants, his legs moving as he kicks them and his boots off

My hands greedily move to his shirt, pulling it up until I can't anymore

He growls against my lips, pulling away for a second to get the shirt off, then he's kissing me again, pushing me down on the hood of the car

He grabs the middle of my button up shirt, pulling harshly, the buttons flying off

The sound of them hitting the floor is so erotic

He pushes the shirt off me, taking the chance to take my bra off too

Then my back is against the cool metal, his big hands squeezing my boobs

He still has the gloves on and I need to feel his whole hand on my skin

Removing one of his hands, he whines in my mouth

I quickly pull the glove off then put his hand back on my boob where it resumes squeezing

I do the same to his other hand, then let myself fall into the feeling of his palms against my bare skin

So good

His mouth separates from mine, only to attach to my neck, kissing, biting and licking

I moan loudly, getting so wet, wanting him

Just him

His kisses drag lower and lower until his hand moves off my boob, his mouth immediately around my nipple, sucking harshly

"Fuck Yunho", I moan, my body arching up against his, a loud groan leaving his mouth

He switches to my other nipple, his tongue licking my nipple, then pulling it in his mouth, playing

I move my legs around his waist, pressing my body against him, feeling his hard dick against me

One of his hands slides down my body, gripping my ass, holding me against him, grinding his cock against my pussy

Fuck, it feels so good

He feels so big

I want him so fucking much, it's driving me insane

He lets go of my nipple, his lips pressing kisses down my body, his tongue licking my stomach before kissing my skin, loving the way it feels

He goes lower, his fingers pulling my panties down, sliding them off

He opens my legs, eyes on my pussy, groaning

His head dips down, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, moving closer to my pussy but not touching

And all I want is his tongue there

"You gonna let me taste you?", he asks, his eyes flitting to mine, desire in them

I nod, biting my lip, waiting in anticipation

His hands hold my legs open, his head moving back between them

The next thing I know, his tongue is against me, slowly licking up my pussy

I moan so loudly, pleasure filling my body

"Fuck", he groans, his tongue licking me again, "You're pussy tastes so good"

I'm surprised at his words but I can't answer as his tongue roams my pussy, faster this time

Pleasure hits me hard, his tongue so fucking good

He uses the flat of his tongue, pressing on me hard, making sure I feel all of it as he licks up

Then the tip of his tongue flicks my clit back and forth a few times, making me scream, my hand burying in his soft silky hair

He repeats all the actions again and again, his face pushing more into my cunt as he goes

"Yes Yunho", I cry, the pleasure his tongue is giving me so intense, "More Yunnie"

His tongue leaves my clit, light dragging along my slit, barely touching me

He does it again and again, driving me insane

His tongue ghosts over my clit, making me move my hips to his face to try to feel his tongue more

He lightly licks my clit, barely touching me, my cunt getting wetter and wetter with each move

His mouth softly sucks my clit once, my body shaking then resuming his gentle licks on it

My orgasm is slowly building as he's going so slow, so lighty

I've never been eaten out this way and it's fucking intense, my entire body tuned into the pleasure, reacting to every swipe of his tongue

His fingers spread my lips open, tongue slowly wiggling inside

"Oh fuck", I whimper, my cunt tightening on his tongue

"Mmmm", he murmurs, "Pretty throbbing cunt. Feels good on my tongue. Soaking my face so well. Feels good baby?"

"Yes!", I cry, good being an understatement

Try amazing, fantastic, mind blowing

He slowly fucks his tongue in my cunt over and over, my pussy getting wetter and squeezing it every time he wiggles in

"Fuck, I don't think I'll ever get enough of eating your pussy", he murmurs, his tongue ghosting up my pussy then lighting swirling around my clit

I breathe hard, my body shaking and arching off the car hood, so fucking turned on, so fucking close

His mouth moves around my clit, gently suckling and that's all it takes

"Yunho!", I scream, intense bliss tidal waving over my body as I cum, my fingers pulling his hair so hard

His tongue slips down into my cunt, holding it there, letting me cum all over it

I can't think, the pleasure taking over, my hips grinding my pussy against his face

And all he does is moan, his fingers gripping my thighs so hard

As I finish, I lay there stunned, out of breath, his tongue pulling out and licking everywhere

After a minute, he stands up, looking down at me, his face soaked in my juice and cum

I feel my cheeks turn red as he smirks, "You taste so fucking good baby"

My eyebrows shoot up in disbelief

"That pussy cream...fuck me...I've eaten my share of pussy before but goddamn, none have tasted as sweet, as good as yours"

"You're fucking joking", I blurt

He shakes his head, as he pulls down his boxers, "No. I'm not"

He grabs my ankles, pulling me down the hood towards him, my legs wrapping around his waist

He leans over me, his dark brown eyes starting intensely, "I'm gonna be thinking about that for a long time. You're gonna have to let me eat your cunt again real soon ok?"

I nod, mesmerized by him

And by the fact that he wants to go down on me again

He smirks, "Good girl. Think you can take my cock now?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes. I can"

"You sure?", he laughs, "I'm pretty big. Thick too"

"I can take you Yunho", I say clearly

God, I want nothing more than to have his cock buried inside me

"All right jagi", he smirks, aligning himself to my entrance

He pushes in, making me gasp as I feel how big his head is

Holy shit

His hands hold my legs open, moving inside more and I moan in pleasure, my pussy getting wetter with every inch that goes in

It stings a little bit but the fucking pleasure is ten times better than that

I want more of him

All of him

"Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock like a good slut, sucking me inside this tight wet cunt", he groans, pushing more of his thick cock in, "How long have you wanted to be impaled on my dick?"

"Long time", I whimper, through the pleasure, my pussy sucking him in, "Since....first...saw you"

"Oh yeah?", he teases, "I thought I scared you when we first met. You looked like you were ready to jet outta here"

"You were intimidating", I say, as he finally slips all inside, his big head right against my spot, my pussy throbbing around him, "But still hot"

He chuckles, his hand moving and pushing hair back from my face, "Guess that's a good thing huh?"

"Being a hot intimidating man?", I ask, pushing my hips up, feeling every inch, every ridge of his cock

God, he fits inside me so well with no room to spare

"Yeah", he smiles

"Definitely a good thing", I assure him

He smiles wider, leans down, his lips against mine in a kiss, stars blasting in my vision

Before I can kiss him back, he's standing back up, his cock pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back inside

"Fuck!", I yell as he moans, "Oh god"

He begins to thrust into me over and over, spreading my hole wide on his cock, his head hitting my spot each time, pleasure taking over

"Oh my god", I cry, taking his cock over and over as he fucks me into the car's hood

"Ok?", he pants, "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head

I feel nothing but pleasure

"No", I cry, holding onto his arms hard, "More Yunnie. Please"

"Fuck you feel so fucking good", he murmurs, his pace getting faster

Harder

Throwing my body into intense bliss I've never felt before

"God, you're tighter than I ever imagined", he groans

That penetrates through the fog of pleasure

He's...imagined this?

Has he wanted this just as much as I have?

"I...imagined?"

He looks down at me, making eye contact as he speaks

"You don't know how long I wanted this", he growls as he pounds his fat cock into me, "Hearing you scream my name as you take my cock deep inside you. Having you cream up my cock just like you're doing now. Fuck, thought about it all the time"

I'm shocked

I had no fucking idea he even thought of me when he didn't have to fix my car

"God, the second I saw you standing in my shop that first day, I just wanted to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck the life from you"

Jesus Christ

I'm also pretty sure that if he tried, I'd have let him

"You would never leave my mind", he murmurs, stroke after stroke of his fat cock driving me insane, "You wouldn't leave me alone. Making me imagine fucking you like this, imagine you on your knees, my cock down your throat. Imagine eating this pretty little pussy and how good you'd be. And fuck, you're even better than anything I could have imagined"

His words only add fuel to the pleasure, making everything I'm feeling more intense, making my desire for him increase

"Could stay in your tiny cunt all day"

"Yes Yunho!", I cry, my body arching, my legs tightening around his waist, "You can stay baby. Fuck, want you to stay. Fuck me all day Yunnie. Want your cock so badly"

I can't control the clenching my pussy is doing around his cock

He's so fucking hard, throbbing in my cunt, so fucking good

I want him every fucking day

"I'll give it to you baby", he promises, fucking me open on his dick

My brain is turning off, all my senses on Yunho, his cock and how good he feels

"Gonna make you cream all over my cock", he grunts, slamming repeatedly right into my spot, "You want that don't you? I can feel your tiny cunt get tighter and tighter"

"Yes", I cry, holding onto his arms as tight as I can

"Yes what?"

"Want it", I moan, tears springing to my eyes from the bliss

"Tell me what you want. Say it", he demands

"I wanna cream your cock!", I shout, so close, "Please, please, please. Wanna cum on your cock!"

"Good girl", he praises, slamming into my spot, "Cum for me"

I scream him name loudly as my mind shattering orgasm hits me like a fucking truck, ecstacy assaulting my body

"Yunho! Yunho!"

I can't think, I can't see, tears blurring my vision, my head empty

I head him moaning loudly about how amazing it feels but all I can do is ride the pleasure out on his cock

My body shakes uncontrollably, pussy clenching his huge hard cock over and over

My god, it's never been this good before

As I come out of it, I hear Yunho praising me, calling me his good girl and I like it

Not so much with anyone else who says it but when Yunho says it, I really like it

I feel him pull out and I whine from the loss of him

Chuckling he says, "I'm coming back baby"

But all that's in my head right now is sucking his cock

As hard as it is, I sit up on the car hood and push him back

He raises his eyebrow but moves back as I slide off the car

I feel his eyes on me as I sink down on my knees

I move my gaze, staring at his rock hard massive cock

Holy crap

"So big", I gape, moving my hand around him and stroking him

He chuckles, my eyes snapping up to his

"Yeah but you took it all up your cunt", he smirks, "And screamed for more"

I absolutely did

I won't deny that

"Yeah", I answer, leaning forward, quickly swiping my tongue up his length, "And it felt so good"

"Did it now?", he smirks, his eyes on my tongue as I lick him again

"You know it did", I answer, licking along his slit, tasting his cum

So fucking yummy

"Yeah I know", he teases, "You came so hard"

"I did"

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I suck softly, making sure to keep my tongue on the underside

"Felt so good", he breathes, "When you came"

I figured since I heard him say that

"And does this feel good?", I ask, then take more of his massive cock in my mouth, my hand jerking the rest of him

"So fucking good", he groans

His cock is really heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth out a lot and I'm so here for it

I want to suck his dick and I want to pleasure him

I start bobbing my head, taking as much of his dick as I can, my tongue pressing against his underside as I do

I definitely can't deep throat all of him right now, he's too massive

But I can get a little more than half and he seems to be loving it

His face is in pleasure, his eyes on me taking his cock in my mouth, his hand sliding in my hair and holding on

I look up at him through blurry vision as I slip up and down his length, spit running down my neck, dripping from his cock onto my chest

So messy but I actually like it

"Is this what you imagined?", I ask, then slide down his cock, his fat head entering my throat, making me choke

"Fuck that sound", he moans, pulling his dick back a little, "So hot"

I don't mind choking, I like it too so I move down his cock again choking for him

"Fuck baby. You like that?"

I nod, making him groan

"And to answer you before jagi", he pants, "This is better than I imagined"

Moving up and down, I take some of him in my throat, swallowing around his length, making him moan

"You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth", he murmurs, his cock throbbing, "So cute trying to take as much as you can. So pretty all messy"

I feel my cheeks heat up from his compliments

"Just like how gorgeous you look with my cock deep in your pussy", he continues, "So beautiful crying for my dick, begging for more. Fuck, you're like my dream girl"

I try to hold back my surprise as I suck his cock

I never thought Yunho would say these things to me

I thought he didn't like me at all

And maybe he doesn't, maybe it's just a one time sex thing

But it still feels good that he likes fucking me

His hand pulls gently on my hair, moving me off his cock

"Nn..no more jagi. I wanna cum in your pussy. I can, can I?"

I nod, swallowing and wiping my eyes, "Yeah Yunho"

He held out his hands for mine and I place mine in his

He pulls me up, his lips against mine again

I melt against him, kissing him back passionately, never wanting today to end

He pulls away, looking in my eyes smiling, then kisses my cheek

"Wanna ride me?"

"Definitely", I answer

Of fucking course

He takes my hand, turning to the direction of the couch but I stop him

I have a better idea

Walking to the car, I open the door

"Get in"

He smirks, "Gonna fuck me in my car that your coworkers love?"

"One hundred percent"

He nods, sitting in the driver's seat

He pulls the seat back as far as it can go, which isn't much because it's a sports car

He does lay the back part of the seat down which goes down like a normal seat

There's not much room but it'll work

His cock is so hard, straining and leaking cum

"C'mon baby"

I excitedly get in his lap, closing the car door

I run my fingers in his hair, pushing some back, then kissing his beautiful lips

His arms wrap around my waist, holding me to him, skin against skin

He holds his cock to my entrance and I sink down on him

I moan in his mouth as my pussy spreads open for him, every part of his cock rubbing all the right places as I take him inside me

I'm so wet it's easy

When I bottom him out, I move my hips, grinding on him, his head rubbing against my spot, making my pussy constrict around him hard

"Fff..fuck", he whimpers, breaking the kiss, his head falling back against the seat, his eyes closed

He's really fucking beautiful

And right now, he's mine

I sit up as much as I can, starting to bounce on his dick, gasping at how deep he goes in, at how much he opens me up

It feels so good, the drag of his length out of my pussy feeling incredible and giving me shivers

My pussy is so wet, the squelching noises of his cock inside me add to the sound of our skin slapping and are so loud in the small car

Loud and pretty

"Fuck", he moans, gripping my hips hard, "You fit around me perfectly. I don't know how baby. You're so tiny and I'm big but goddamn it's like I was made to be inside you"

I nod because yeah it seems like it

I've never been with anyone as big as him but I take him so easily

Like my pussy, my body craves him

I smile at him, softly stroking his face with my fingers, "Maybe you are"

His eyes meet mine as he whispers, "Maybe"

I don't stop my movements, moving my hands on his shoulder to balance and ride him harder

I slam my pussy up and down on him, both of us moaning from the intense pleasure, my pussy throbbing like crazy

"Fuck fuck, so pretty on my cock", he murmurs, both of us sweating so much against each other

His hair is soaked and he's so fucking hot

His hands squeeze my ass over and over as I keep moving, his cock throbbing so blissfully inside me

I bounce faster on his length, my hand burying in the chains around his neck, using them to keep a hold on him as I fuck him

"Yes baby fuck, cum on me", he whines, "Need you to cum first baby"

I'm close too, his hands now helping me bounce on his dick

"Please baby, wanna cum in your sweet pussy so bad", he pleads, "Cum around my cock now jagi"

She shoves me down his shaft, stars exploding in my vision as his head smashes my spot

I shiver against him as intense ecstasy slams into me and I squirt around his cock

"Yunho! Oh god Yunho!", I scream

"Yes fuck, soak me baby", he moans, his hips now fucking his cock into me, "Fuck, squirt all over me, all over my car, all over my seat baby. God so fucking hot", he chokes out

I can't answer, just moan, pleasure wracking my body

"I'm gonna cum", he yells, his cock throbbing hard, "Oh fuck, Joanne, oh fuck"

He sheathes his cock inside me, his cock pumping hot sticky cum inside me, filling my pussy

It feels so good, my pussy milking him for all of his cum

I watch him, stunned at how gorgeous he is

I'm so full and satisfied by the time he finishes

His eyes open, meeting mine and he smiles

I smile back, his hands pushing the wet sticky hair off my face, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to mine

Then his head leans back on the seat, pulling me against him

I lay my head on his shoulder, one hand against his chest, relaxing into him as he holds me

His fingers softly running up and down my back, drawing shapes on my skin, making me tremble, his other arm firmly wrapped around me

I don't want this to end

I want to be wrapped up in his arms all the time

But what just happened doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean he feels any way for me

Just that he wanted to fuck me

And I need to stop spoiling it with these thoughts and just enjoy being in his arms

It feels so good

I cuddle into him, us sitting in comfortable silence for a bit

"So, you're my girl now right?", he asks quietly

I lift my head in shock, gaping at him

Did he just ask me that?

"Your....is that what you want?", I ask, wanting to make sure I'm not hearing things

"Well since you made me fall in love with you, yeah that's what I want"

I stare at him while his words penetrate my brain

He loves me?

Oh my god he loves me too

But hold on..

"Wait, made you?", I question, wondering how I could make him do anything

"Yeah made me"

"How?"

He snorts, "How could I not fall in love with you?"

Uh pretty easily, I'd guess or I'd have lines of men wanting me

No such luck on that front

His hand touches my cheek, his fingers caressing the skin there

"How could I not fall in love with those beautiful brown eyes I drown in every time I look in them? With that smile that makes my shittiest day ten times better?", he whispers, "With that snarky attitude? With that adorable confused face you have when I explain how I'm fixing your car? With that annoyingly sweet trait you have about not being a moocher? With how thoughtful and insistent you are in bringing me food when I refuse your money, when most people would take a free thing and ride with it?"

I shake my head, "I'm not like that Yunnie"

"I know jagi. Believe me, I know", he smiles, "How can I not fall in love with a girl who's perfect for me?"

"Perfect?", I whisper

There's no way

I'm not perfect

Not by a long shot

Off the top of my head I can think of ten things about me that are hard to deal with

"Yes perfect", he repeats, "You're everything I could ever want and more. Everything I didn't know I needed until I met you. So I'll ask you again, are you my girl?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes Yunnie. A million times yes. I love you"

"Yeah?", he smiles

"Yeah. You made me fall in love with you too"

He laughs, "I did huh? With the intimidating hot guy thing?"

I giggle, "Yeah. And the sweet things you do, like explain how you fix my car, picking me up, talking to me that break through the intimidating hot guy front"

"I guess that's a good thing?", he smiles

"A very good thing", I smile back, "I love you Yunho and I want to be yours. Only yours"

"You are jagi", he promises, "I'm just yours"

"Yay", I whisper, making him smile wider

He pulls me in for a kiss, his soft lips on mine

Warmth flows through me and I'm so fucking happy

I don't know how long we kiss before there's a knock on the window, scaring the shit out of both of us

We both turn our heads to see Jongho peering in, rolling his eyes and shaking his head

He turns away so his back is facing us but doesn't leave

"You guys finally fucked?"

Finally?

"Fuck off", Yunho growls

"I'll take that as a yes. Are you two finally together?"

"Yes", Yunho growls again, irritated

I run my fingers in his hair and it seems to calm him down a bit

"It's ok baby", I whisper to him, kissing his cheek and his arm just tightens around me

"Well thank god. If I had to deal with the tension between you two for one more day I was gonna murder both of you"

Uh ok

Guess Jongho saw what I didn't

"Do you need me or can I go home?"

"Go", Yunho yells

"Great. See you tomorrow"

He walks away, Yunho's body finally relaxing

"Idiot", he scowls

"He didn't know baby", I tell him, playing with his hair, "And at least he turned away. You know if it was San and Wooyoung, they'd be asking a million questions while staring at us"

He looks thoughtful for a second, "Yeah I guess you're right"

"You'll find that I'm right about a lot of things", I tease

He snorts, "Is that so jagi?"

"It is"

"We'll see baby", he answers, smirking, "I'm normally right too"

I raise my eyebrow, "Hmmm we'll just have to see"

"We will baby"

I kiss him again, then open the car door, both of us getting out

Jongho had closed the garage doors so no one can suddenly pull up, reminding me that we fucked on his car, out in the open where anyone could see

Holy shit

I feel his cum running down my legs and I need a tissue asap

Getting to the couch quickly, I get tissues from my bag to wipe his cum away

The next thing I know, my back is hitting the soft couch, Yunho on top of me, kissing me silly

"Need you again", he murmurs

"Again?", I giggle, so ready for more of him

"Mmm hmmm", he murmurs, "You'll see baby, I like sex a lot and I love making my girl cum a ridiculous amount. Are you ready for that"

"So ready", I assure him

"I can be sweet baby", he says, kissing a spot on my neck that has my body arching into his, "But I can also wreck you"

"Mmm I get the best of both worlds huh?"

"One hundred percent", he says, looking at me, "I love you"

"I love you Yunnie"

He smiles then kisses me again

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One year later

Yunho POV

"Here Yunnie", she asks me, holding the part of the car engine in the spot I need it to be

"Yeah baby. Just hold it until I can secure it in"

"Ok", she answers

I get the tools I need and proceed to bolt the part down where it needs to go

Once it's in, she removes her hands, grease on them

"Eww", she says

I laugh, "You should be used to it by now baby"

She's helped me fix lots of cars before

She works with me now, kinda like a secretary, handling calls, billing, payments and on the side I teach her about cars

Being in my shop with me everyday, she asked to learn how to fix cars

So I have her help me with basic auto repairs but the body work and paint I do with Jongho while she watches

She told me she doesn't want to do that kinda work, just fix cars

This last year she learned a lot and with basic things I can trust her to fix the cars by herself but she always wants me with her

I think it's just to have me there not because she's not confident or doesn't know what she's doing

She likes when I'm around her and it's not a problem because that's where I always want to be

With her

"Yeah but still...", she whines, making me laugh harder

She smirks, then wipes her fingers on my cheek

"Again jagi?"

She giggles, "You know how cute I think you look with grease on your face"

I grin, nodding

She's told me that before

She also mentioned it looked hot the first time I met her, when I was the intimidating hot guy

Now she calls me her big teddy bear

Who can get wild sometimes

I grab her by the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her into my lap, "And do I look cute now?"

"Mmm nope", she shakes her head, "Right now you look sexy"

I smile, pulling her in for a kiss

Her lips press against mine, fire running up my spine and heating my entire body

It's like this every time I kiss her

From the very first time

That first kiss blew me away and it confirmed what I already knew

That I was stupidly in love with her

I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her

I did

But as time went on, I fell hard

It wasn't something I wanted or was looking for

It just happened

I denied it for as long as I could but that day, when she was basically saying goodbye, I knew I couldn't let her go

And here we are, a year later, living together in my apartment, working together in the shop

All the things I never thought I'd have before but I do now because of her

My jagi

"Oh god again? Can you two lay off the kissing already?", Jongho complains as he walks in, "God it's like you two got together yesterday"

She pulls away laughing while I glare at him

He's always doing this

Interrupting

"What do you want?", I growl

"Easy baby", she says softly, playing with my hair, calming me

I know I get really defensive when it comes to her but she always knows how to calm me down

"It's here", he says, throwing me the keys

"What's here?", she asks

"New car", I reply, standing up, her arms flying around my neck while squealing

"You know I'd never drop you", I tell her, kissing her nose and putting her down

"Yeah but a warning would be nice", she grumbles adorably

I kiss the top of her head, taking her hand and leading her out to the front of the shop where the cars are parked

"Oh my god", she gasps, "Is that really the Skyline Brian had in the Fast and the Furious?"

I smirk, "Yeah baby"

She lets go of my hand and runs to it, gaping as she walks around it

One thing I'm happy about, I converted her into a car girl

She knows almost as many makes and models as I do

I even taught her how to drive a stick shift car

And the Skyline GTR R36 is her favorite car

"This is so cool! Who brought it in? What needs to be fixed?"

"Nothing jagi", I answer, "It's in perfect condition"

"Amazing!", she gushes, "It's right side drive too! Whose is it?"

"Jagi", I call

She looks up as I toss her the keys

She catches them, looking at me confused, "It's yours"

"Shut the fuck up, no it's not", she exclaims

"Yeah baby it is"

"But how...what....why...huh?", she splutters as I walk over to her

"Well you always say you need a new car baby"

"That was before we moved in together. We go to the same places now and you drive us"

I shrug, going behind her, wrapping my arms around her, leaning my chin on her shoulder, "But you're right, you need a car to do other things you like to do. So you don't have to wait for me all the time"

"I don't care about that baby. I get to be with you"

I know she doesn't, which is why I will give her the world, the stars and the moon

Anything she asks for

"I know jagi but I want you to have your own car"

"But a skyline?"

"Of course baby. It's your favorite. Of course I'm getting you your favorite"

"It... it's too much Yunnie. This has to cost a fortune"

It was pricey but like I said, anything for her

It wasn't like I couldn't afford it

"You're worth it baby. I love you more than anything and I'll do anything for you", I tell her, "So please jagi, just take it ok?"

She turns in my arms, her arms around my neck, "You are too much Jeong, Yunho"

I smile, "Nothing is too much for you"

She smiles widely, "Thank you so much baby. I love you more than anything Yunnie"

"I love you more than anything Jo. You're my everything"

"And you're mine", she whispers, her lips against mine in a sweet kiss

[bionic-penis]

making t4t relationships w my partner so fun bc the range they have is so hilarious. like here r some of my faves. w pics bc they're my pookies

names in colour are my partners characters, find them @twistedtriscuitz OR @twistedtriscuitzart

montavaggio (montreal/caravaggio)- researcher x monster type deal and they get married like. a day after montreal breaks out of the facility and takes caravaggio with them. they're so wholesome. they're so silly and hot. one time montreal brought a slaughtered deer carcass into their house BECAUSE caravaggio thought it would be hot to see them in action EXCEPT he can't because if he does he'll see his worst fear but it's ok bc montreal thinks it's hot

mnm (metric/muridae)- researcher x assistant with the added theme of cat x mouse. i hate them, if i had to work w these bitches i'd kill them. i love them. not fucking metric taking muridae on as an assistant just so they never get a promotion which sounds bad but is symbiotic in actuality because muridae can't stand the thought of advancing within the initiative and so they both stagnate together in the impossible position of managing arkshore's loose anomalies. and they love each other but they don't want to ruin what they have because jesus christ they always ruin everything. but also they want each other sooooo bad they want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid as hell and everyone knows. oh yeah it's just dinner at a taco truck definitely not a date do you think i'm dumb

peniscule (marlowe/metric/muridae/ward/silitha/someone else probably) - literally just look at it. funny as hell. no comment. they're all whores. theres a living doll, a bitch w light sensitivity, a sillay guy who hates their job and leaks info on ananke twitter, a bitch w daddy issues, and a spider thing who likes taking ppls blood and fingernails. like only one of them uses something other than they/them. no pic for this bc i haven't gotten around to it.......... yet..................

emirapel (emil/errapel) - tavernkeep x adventurer type beat except the tavernkeep hates adventurers except not really he just hates his sisters husband or whatever. mutual pining that can't be realised bc the world is ending but they want each other to live so badly and to be safe and it hurts them to know that can never be so. emil wanting someone to stay, someone to just come back and errapel doing just that. errapel throwing his life away needlessly until emil pulls away and he realises he has something he wants to live for. something to finally come back to.

brynasha (brynn/sasha) - what do you even call this. hero x villain? it is NOT that simple they've got a 5d chess of shit going on. they're so sillay so goofy. they're the only ones who understand each other. like they are too good. brynn forces sasha to reconsider his choices and way of life while sasha forces brynn to take it easy and to think about themself every once in awhile. they both want each other not because of what they have to offer (brynn as weaving bell, sasha as a provider) but because of who they are. but also sasha is a FREAK and so is brynn but they're closeted so they're always bickering and sasha is always whimpering bc brynn won't let him kiss them until he washes off all that blood.

food chain (duo/roe/warren) - erm! freak alert! tossing them all in together bc roe/duo and roe/warren are both so good. freaks. all of them. they should die by each others hands and maybe that will happen who knows. i don't. roe's obsession with death as a form of dominance and freedom (imo) slots so well w duo's need to be consumed by an herbivore and warren's need to kill and consume others as a form of control. duo scares roe just enough while warren makes them feel safe. they were all made for each other i hope they never involve anyone else in their issues (they will, everyone say bye kieran) also no pics for this one bc apparently i haven't drawn them all together! whadda hell!!

roerabbit (roe/jackrabbit) - my beautiful crack ship. they are so silly. the jackrabbit wants roe so bad and is so happy to be with this bitch and roe is standing there thinking about his limp, disemboweled body. what an asshole. it's okay tho bc roe helps the jackrabbit win claw games and they go on fancy dates and neither of them get into illegal activities bc they just don't. so sillay. no the jackrabbit isn't me what are you talking about. the fact i have art for this n not food chain........ interesting.................

n i can't remember if cold case (amelia/john) is canonically t4t but they are to ME. they're not even canonically a couple but idc neither is roerabbit i need them together NOW.

[peekaboo-icyou]

“Captured”

Pov:you get kidnapped by a dangerous mafia boss

The phone rings “hello, can you hear me?” “Yes boss” “good, I just wanted to check in with the special vip you have in the back of your car” “boss this isn’t even what my job is” “I understand this is a very..off topic job for you, your not very used to kidnapping, to be honest I’m not the biggest fan of kidnapping as you can tell, but the person your carrying is a very important person to me I just wanted to make sure your being super careful I don’t want to find a scratch or bruise on them, do you understand” “yes boss” “thank you Bruno I appreciate your work at such a late hour” he hangs up and looks at a picture of you he has on his desk “soon you’ll be home with me…but I understand you most likely will be angry with me which is understandable…I can almost imagine you here sitting beside me getting to know me…” he hears a car pull in and rushes out side “Bruno I see that you kept the cargo in tact” he checks your body “hmm not a scratch or bruise, you do,do remarkable work thank you, there will be a pay raise and a lot of free time on your hands for the next 2 weeks” he Carrie’s you inside, your still asleep “let’s get you into a nice seat for you to wake up in” and hour later you wake up you try to move but there’s chains on you the door starts to open you hear a small gasp “good morning..or good evening I should say” “w-where am I?…” “well your in your new home of course..oh right I haven’t introduced myself properly, I am Wilbur soot but you can call me Will, your future boyfriend and eventual husband, well I’m getting ahead of myself of course, I’ve had my eye on your for quite some time everything you do is enchanting to me, your talk, laugh, your kindness I’ve studied everything about you, I’ve truly fallen for you and I want you to fall for me, and we’ll of course there’s something in it for you, you can power anything you desire with me by your side and all I ask in return is your undying love I don’t want you to look at any one else but me” he smirks lovingly, he gets a call and sighs angrily and he answers it outside of the room your in, after a while he comes back in “we’ll darling it seems as some assholes have decided to do exactly what I said not to so I’m going to lead you to your new room and then I sadly have to leave but later tonight when I come back we can talk however long you want,ok?” “O-o-ok…” he leads you to your room and when you go inside it’s an exact replica of your room at home except the windows are made of bulletproof glass and everything is child proof so you can’t hurt your self, he taps your shoulder “I’ll be back in an hour or 2 darling ok?” He kisses your forehead you sniffle and flinch “shut did I make you uncomfortable I’m so sorry, I-I’ll just go bye!” He leaves for the next few weeks he brings you food and comes to talk to you but you haven’t been outside your room at all besides to use the bathroom but that’s still technically in your room, and you’ve been feeling sad because one of your favorite things is going outside, Wilbur noticed this immediately and has been trying to ask you what’s wrong without really asking, “darling you know if you ever need anything you can ask me…” he caresses your face, you’ve kinda warmed up to him so you lean into his touch, “I-I know” “so what’s wrong?” “Nothing…” “darling I know something is wrong if you tell me I’ll give you something in return, how that sound” you contemplate telling him and you decide to “I-it’s just I-I miss the outdoors….” He smiles happy your starting to open up to him “I can have something arranged if that’s what you’d like, I can have a small garden built for you, how’s that sound?” He smiles softly cupping your face in his hands “you don’t have to” “well I may not need to but I want to, whatever makes you happy makes me happy” you smile softly “there’s the face I love…so darling what do you want for dinner?” “Pancakes?” He chuckles “yes darling”

Please send requests for the mafia au

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

Old Art Archive

Phew we are getting into the big bosses, this is The Master and Pedro :)

AHAHA ok so Pedro literally has nothing on him (the blue one). Like he ever had a design before and this is a newer design. Let me tell you, my co author HATES it, they hate it so much. I was gagged because I thought it’s cute. Anyways my co author didn't give me an alternate design or any real feedback and or criticisms. So, it's going to stay until that happens., which i feel like is never because the bitch cant get their shit together. Ugh.

Honestly Pedro does nothing, he does not serve a purpose in the story other than to be cunty. I wanted Pedro to dress like a pimp because I thought it was funny, but like a real tacky one. Pedro is besties with The Madam and they like to kiki together after work. Everybody loves Pedro. I don't even remember how he got involved with The Company. I think The Madam brought him into it. I want to draw him again, maybe in different clothes. I feel like it’s weird because it’s human clothes, and he does not live in a human world. But I also feel like it would match because it is so weird looking on him.

Moving on. OKAY I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT THE FUCKING NAMES WE GAVE THESE CHARACTERS ARE HORRENDOUS. Like we just pulled up a random name generator and picked ones we thought sounded cool. Which is why The Master is named, “Belladonna Elvira”. I'm sorry I hate myself, i hate myself. How did I let this happen?

Sorry baby you got a doodoo ass name.

The design for The Master pretty much stayed the same because we wanted it to be simple. Black bodysuit, with maybe some cut outs to show skin, It has a mask and red eyes, some nice stompers on and we gotta incorporate chains somewhere. The Master can take any form (i usually have It fem cuz easy to draw). In the redesign I decided to make the bodysuit purple instead of black, and for It to have alt looks, like some with slick back hair and some with curly hair (closer to og). When The Master is working and It wants to wear “human” clothes It usually wears pants (or something easy to move around in). But whenever the lord is around and It wants to impress her, It wears a dress (impressed by Mortica and Angelica). The silver stuff is supposed to be chain accents. I don't think the design is bad...but i still this It looks to human UGGGHH. I’ll figure something out.

Anyways The Master is like... a shapeshifter. And shapeshifters are kind of...really desired. Like people kill over them, and in this world (shapeshifters only appear on land) all shapeshifters get...i guess drafted into the military and become weapons (nonhuman military). The Master did not want this life and basically was on the run until It met The Lord. The Lord basically took It in and The Master fell in love with her. LOL. So The Master is really, REALLY obsessed with the Lord and It just wants the Lord's love. The Master does not believe anyone but the Lord, and does whatever she says. The Masters job in the Company is to go to Earth (and around the other regions, sea, and sky). To spy and kidnap people to bring them back to “The Brothel” (not an actual brothel).

Bruh the Master is fucking UPS. That's all I feel like writing.

Ok BYE.

[ssa-babygirl]

Out of my League [Part 7]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: 2.5k (i know it’s so short i split it up again so part 8 will be out quicker)

Summary: Months later, you finally get a call after midnight from Spencer and he seems… off.

Warning(s): Angst, mentions of grief and death, swearing, allusions to schizophrenia, mentions of sex/smut, partially unedited cuz grammarly’s a lil BITCH but it’s ok i’m good at grammar

Author’s Note: HI IT’S HERE SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG HAVE FUN ENJOY I’M GONNA GO BACK TO MY DEPRESSIVE EPISODE NOW 

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

(not my gif)

10 Weeks Later

(Reader POV)

It was a little after midnight when you were jolted awake by your phone buzzing next to you. You just nearly rolled over and ignored it, but you were already up. You reached across your empty bed to your nightstand and turned your phone over, the bright screen burning your eyes. Squinting, you tried to read the name displayed across the top: ‘Doctor Spencer.’ 

You sat upright in bed immediately and answered, “Spence?”

His voice was a bit frantic, “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“No, I was up,” you lied, “What’s wrong?”

“How soon can you get here?”

You were already climbing out of bed and looking for your keys by the time he asked. He never called you that late unless something was wrong, “I’ll be right over.”

And that’s how you ended up driving through the almost deserted streets at top speed, racing to see the man who you hadn’t heard from in almost three months, the man who kissed you and then kicked you out, the man who needed you at nearly one in the morning.

The man you loved.

You didn’t drag your feet getting out of the car. You went straight up to Spencer’s floor and went to knock on the door before it swung open. Spencer was waiting for you. He only met your eyes briefly before turning away and walking back into his apartment, leaving the door ajar for you to enter.

“Spence—” you started before he cut you off.

“Am I crazy?”

The question caught you off guard, “What are you talking about?”

His fingers ran across the scars on his forearms, trying not to scratch, “Am I?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Answer me.”

“No, tell me what’s wrong here. It’s been months, I don’t even get so much as a text, I have to hear about how you are from JJ, and now you’re calling me over to your place at one in the morning, begging me to tell you you’re not crazy. What’s going on?”

“Emily’s alive.”

You hear the words from a million miles away behind walls and walls blocking the sound from your ears. You can’t move. Your voice feels like shouting, but sounds like a whimper, “What?”

“I can’t tell if it’s all a dream, or I made it up, or something, I don’t know, just please, tell me I’m not crazy.”

“Spencer.”

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m just some kid. It’s the same exact look you gave me when I told you about Alexa! I hated it then and I hate it now, so just… stop.”

You struggled to find words after his sudden outburst, all you could manage was “How—”

“She’s been hiding in Paris. Call her if you don’t believe me.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Spencer was already dialing a number into his phone and handing it to you.

“Hello?” A groggy voice came from the speaker. It wasn’t Emily’s.

“Sorry to wake you up, JJ—”

“Y/N? What are you doing on Spencer’s phone?”

“Long story.” You chewed your lip for a moment, “Actually, no, it isn’t. What’s this about Emily?”

Dead air crackled through the phone.

“He told you?”

“Of course he did, he can’t sleep over it.” You avoided looking at him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell anyone, you have to understand that.”

“I do. I just wish it hadn’t come to that.”

“Me too,” her voice was smaller than it was before, shrunken not by sleep but by guilt, “Wanna talk to her?”

“Is she there?”

“Yeah, she’s staying with Will and I until she finds a new place.”

“Well I don’t wanna bother her if she’s sleeping.”

“You think she’s sleeping?”

You almost laugh. Almost.

Before you can say anything else you hear a voice that you never thought you’d hear again, “Hey.”

The sound brought tears to your eyes as you were finally able to bring your gaze back to Spencer, “Oh my god…”

“Surprise!” You could hear the guilt bleeding through into Emily’s voice like she was scared you’d be angry with her, like any of this was her fault.

“You’re…”

“Yeah. It freaked me out too.” Yep. It was really her alright.

“How… I was at your funeral, Emily.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t—”

“Don’t. Don’t apologize. You’re…” you fought back a sob, “you’re back now. That’s what matters now, okay?”

“I’ll take it.”

“And we have brunch plans soon, understand me? We have months to make up for.”

She laughed, god, did you miss her laugh, “It’s a date. Give my love to Jamie.”

“Of course. Bye, love you.” You weren’t missing your chance to say that to her again.

You lowered the phone from your ear and nearly dropped it from your loose grip.

“Am I crazy?” Spencer asked for what felt like the hundreth time.

“No.” You crossed the room and placed the phone onto the table beside him, “She’s alive.”

“Did she ever really leave? I mean this whole thing just feels so ridiculous it can’t be—”

“Do you trust me?”

His silence stung.

“Well do you?” you croaked.

“Yes! Of course I trust you, Y/N, you haven’t been lying to me!”

It was absolutely not the right time, but it’s not like timing had ever been your strong suit, “Actually I have, Spencer.”

“What?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you.”

“What? Is everything okay?”

“You seriously don’t know?”

“Y/N stop fucking with me what the hell are you talking about?” He rarely cursed with you, and his expression softened once he noticed your shock at his language.

“You’re either a shitty profiler or I really should have pursued acting—”

His jaw clenched once more, “Damn it, Y/N, what is it—”

You practically lunge yourself at him, pulling him down to your level by his collar and smashing your lips to his. His hands were quick to land on the small of your back, arms looping around your waist and pressing you close to his body as your hands danced from his collar to the nape of his neck, carding through the hair on the back of his head, the tears on both of your cheeks mingling, the past ten weeks of missing each other poured out into that kiss.

You weren’t the one to pull away this time. He guided his hands back down to your hips and pried himself away from your body, “Woah, wait, wait…” he mumbled against your lips as he tried to break the kiss. 

When his shining brown eyes met yours, he looked at you like it was the first time he ever saw you. He held your face like you were a precious thing made of glass.

“Is this real?” Was all he could muster. The hoarse whimper cut through to your heart and summoned a new wave of tears to your eyes. 

“This is real, I’m real,” you gestured between the two of you, “This is real.”

“You actually want this?”

You nod, breaking out into an earnest grin.

“Please say it.”

“I want this. I want you, Spencer.”

You just barely get the words out before his lips are on yours again. The kiss was brief before he broke it again, pressing his forehead to yours and just holding you close, taking heaving breaths and trying to memorize how you felt in his arms.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“You’ve done it before.”

“I meant for real. You deserved better than…” He tried to shake the memory from his head, “Y/N, I—”

“Me too,” you rushed out, desperate for him to know already.

“Please let me say it, I’ve been waiting the last eighteen years.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Okay, go.”

“I love you.” He sighed, peppering kisses against your smiling cheeks as he whispered, “I love you so much,” Kiss, “I have loved you ever since you helped me up off the locker room floor and I don’t think there’s been a minute since then that I had ever stopped loving you.”

“I love you too, Spencer.” You couldn’t help but giggle as his little kisses migrated from your cheek to your neck. You’d never loved anyone like this before, and you were glad it was him. You tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and brought his lips back to yours. It was slow and sweet and gentle, so different from the previous kisses that were filled with the last few years of longing for each other’s touch.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Everything. The past few months. I should have just talked to you, but I was convinced you hated me and I didn’t know what to—”

“Spencer. It’s okay. Just,” you fixed the collar of his pajama top, “talk to me now. No more dancing around things. If we have something to say, we say it. Deal?”

“Deal,” he sighed and kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”

          (Spencer POV)

The next few weeks felt almost exactly the same. Our dynamic didn’t change much after that. The only differences were the occasional dinner dates and the consistent ‘I love you’s. And the kissing. That was all new. We were still navigating that part about a month later when I attempted to make us dinner and ended up ordering Chinese takeout and watching Doctor Who reruns on my couch. I forget how exactly she ended up on my lap, but I wasn’t thinking about the chain of events when I had more pressing matters on my mind.

My hands were in her hair, hers on my chest. How I was still breathing, I had no clue. Not an inkling of where I got the confidence to move my hands to her waist. For one of the few times in my life, there was not a single thought in my mind because my fingertips brushed over the bare skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. The sigh she let out against my lips did nothing to bring me back to reality, I was still a million miles away in my own little world where this was happening and it wasn’t freaking me out.

My hands involuntarily drifted upwards, meeting the underwire of her bra, which was another reality check I completely missed out on. I was nearly convinced that it was all a dream when she pulled away.

“Hey, can we stop for a sec?”

This definitely was not part of my dream.

“What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Yeah! Uh, fine, it’s just...” Her eyes wandered around the room as if looking for an excuse.

I lifted her off my lap and placed her next to me back on the couch, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She stayed silent, “Is it something I did?”

“No! No, no, no, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You can tell me anything,” I tried to give her space, but still laced my fingers with hers. 

“I know! I just…” She trailed off and avoided eye contact, eyes fixed on our hands in her lap, “I haven’t done anything like this is a while.”

I couldn’t stop the sigh of relief, “Alright, is that it?”

“Yeah, can we just… take things a little slow? I don’t wanna seem like a tease—” She rushed the words out, almost like she thought I’d be upset with her. 

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about that, okay? I love you, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Her shoulders relaxed, “Okay, thank you.”

“You don’t have to answer this, but how long has it been since you… did that?” She covered her face out of embarrassment, bashfully grinning a little bit, “Seriously, don’t answer if you don’t w—”

“No, it’s fine, just… don’t laugh, okay?”

“I’m not gonna laugh. Promise.”

She bit her lip and spoke so softly I almost couldn’t hear her, “Since I left Kyle.”

Well, I definitely didn’t laugh. The guilt bloomed in my chest almost as quick as the genuine shock that flashed across my face, “Sorry, I—”

“No, I get it! It’s a lot!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but how?”

She giggled at the absolute bewilderment on my face, “Well I didn’t really have a lot of time for dating when Jamie was little, I was working two jobs, so I didn’t take my friends up on their offers to set me up. And when I moved out here, I just didn’t know anyone.”

“But you’ve lived here for years now, you didn’t go on any dates at all?”

“Well, by the time I had friends here…” She finally met my eyes after far too long, “I didn’t want anyone else.”

Oh.

I didn’t realize—

She didn’t want anyone else.

She wanted me.

After years of trying to feel what I felt for her with people I hardly knew, I find out she only wanted me. She didn’t go on dates like me, she didn’t hook up with strangers like I did. For the first time ever, I’m with someone I’ve had more sex than.

The first emotion I felt at that moment was guilt. I never thought she’d want to be with me, let alone wait for me, but she did and I was the asshole that slept around. But it’s not like I knew how she felt. I was in love with a woman I thought I’d never get, so why wouldn’t I try to get over her? It’s not like it worked anyway. If anything, it made me feel worse. No one I slept with made me feel as much as I did when Y/N smiled at me.

The next thing I felt at that moment was extreme pressure. She’s been waiting years for me. What if I don’t live up to her expectations? What if I disappoint her? Would that be so bad she loses feelings for me?

The next emotion at that moment was embarrassment. That was ridiculous. If sex mattered that much to her, I highly doubt she would’ve gone back to Kyle so many times.

The last emotion I felt before I kissed her was relief. The last guy she was with was Kyle. As if his name isn’t enough of an indicator that he was sub-par in bed, Penelope let it slip that Y/N had confessed to faking it with him during a night of drinking.

The kiss was short and sweet. I was the one that pulled away, not wanting to start things back up if she wasn’t comfortable with it. She just smiled and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Did you wanna stop doing that?” I asked in reference to what we were doing before. She laughed and shook her head, “Are you sure? ‘Cuz I can just make us some tea and—” Her lips were on mine again.

It didn’t matter to me how much longer I had to wait for her. She was mine.

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[babyspiderling]

Little Red Corvette p.2 Michael Jackson x reader

(Bad Era)

Eight Months Later (1983)

I did this pregnancy on my own. My mother was appalled at the fatherless child growing inside of me and refused to support me through my pregnancy. The struggles and frustrations for the past nine months very easily justified when I held my baby boy in my arms. His skin was a beautiful shade of brown, his eyes deep and pulling like his fathers. Looking down at the tiny human finally in the world, there was no question or doubt in my mind who the father was. By blessing or curse, I was the only one who knew who the father was. Relatively early in my pregnancy, Michael released a video for one of his songs "Billie Jean". I sat and stressed over the possibility of him knowing of the child in my womb for weeks, but nothing came of it. No managers offering hush money, no reporters asking about the legitimacy of the child inside of me, nothing, so life went on. Looking down at the life in my arms, snuggled towards me I spoke softly. "Edward Michael L/N. My little blessing."

1986

It wasn't too long after Edward, or Eddie was born that I went back to work. I hired a sitter, or depending on the client, brought him in with me. Whitney Houston and Cher absolutely gushed over him during breaks. When Eddie was three, I got a call from Quincy Jones asking me to help him out on the mixing on an album. I agreed and found someone to watch my son while I worked. Quincy didn't tell me who I was hired for and I didn't want to seem unprofessional to whoever Quincy was working with. I kissed my three year old good-bye and got into my car to head to the studio they were using. "Bye Blessing! Mommy's going to work, but I'll be home soon. I love you so much!" I drove through the California traffic to the studio and parked my car near the front. I checked myself in the mirror before making my way inside.

"Y/N! You made it! Where's Eddie? You know you can bring him any time? Little dude has got potential if you ever want him to get into our world." I laugh at Quincy's antics. "Yeah, I know you love Eddie. Thank you for the compliment, but he's three, Q. He's not going into show business any time soon." Q shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the soundboard in his rolling chair. "Alright, let's get down to business shall we?" He nods and presses play on the vocals. I feel the blood drain from my face as a familiar voice croons from the speakers.

"I don't care what you talkin' 'bout baby, I don't care what you say. Don't you come walkin' beggin' back mama,I don't care anyway"

I stand stock still in shock, flashes of our one night together, my isolated pregnancy, my little boy waiting at home for me. I yank myself out of it with a sharp gasp when Q places a hand on my elbow, his eyebrows creased in worry. "Hey, Y/N, you good? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's going on?" I swallow and tuck my hair behind my ear, a nervous tick. "Yeah, I'm fine Q. I don't know what that was. How're we mixing this one?" He sits back in his chair, taking a deep breath and heaving it out in a large sigh. "Yeah, about that. Smelly's really particular on how he wants each track to sound on this album. He wants his voice to be layered in a harmony with himself during the chorus. He's recorded the audio, now it's our turn to get it just the way he wants." I nod and sit down in my own chair, slipping the large, bulky headphones over my ears to start working. The sooner I can finish working on Michael's album the better.

"Alright! Two music heads working on that was much faster than just me. I've got a few more tracks to work on before the release of the album. You good to come in say, day after tomorrow? Early morning so we can get a lot done. And bring Eddie. I miss my godson." I laugh and roll my eyes, giving Quincy a playful shove on the shoulder. "Works for me. And yes, I'll bring Eddie if the 'Client' won't mind a toddler running around the studio space while we work." Q chuckles and reclines in his chair. "No, he won't mind. I have a feeling you know who we're working for here?" I nod, and grab my purse off the ground. "Alright, you know it's Michael. I promise he won't mind. He loves kids" I nod, not really looking forward to potentially forcing Michael into Eddie's life out of obligation. I drive home reflecting on the strange chain of events that brought me here in the first place. I pull into the driveway and unlock the door. I drop my things on the floor where I stand and catch my little boy running into my arms. "Mommy! Me and April painteded! Come see! Come see!" He wiggles out of my arms and drags me to the fridge by my wrist. He bounces where he stands as I look at his painting. It was surprisingly detailed for a three year old. I smile proudly at him as I turn to my sitter, April. "Thank you for watching him so last minute. I really appreciate it." She just smiles at me and grabs her purse from the table. "Oh, Ms. L/N, it's really no trouble. Eddie is just the best kid ever. He was so funny during lunch. I had the radio playing while we ate and he just sat there, dancing in his seat. He didn't even realize he was doing it! But honestly, he is the easiest kid I have ever watched." I pay her and walk her out to her car parked on the street. I turn back to Eddie with a smile. "Wanna eat and watch a movie tonight with Mommy?" My blessing nods his head so hard and fast, I think it'll fly off like a bobble head with a loose spring. "Alright bud, what do you want for dinner?" "PIZZA!" I chuckle at my little boy. "Alright, pizza it is."

I buckle Eddie in the backseat, and climb into the front seat myself. "We're gonna see Uncle Q today buddy! Mommy has to make some music, but you get to hang out with us!" He kicks his legs in the air and gives a shout of excitement. "Yay Uncle Q!" I turn on the radio and look over my shoulder to pull out of the driveway to get to the studio. Parking, I pull the keys out of the ignition and grab Eddie, reminding him to put his backpack on. I hold his hand as we make our way to the studio, the front empty. I sit Eddie down on the chair and go to grab a cup of coffee from the lobby. "I'll be right back baby. I'm gonna get some coffee, and find Uncle Q ok?" He nods and swings his legs in the chair. I hand him the truck from his bag and kiss his forehead before leaving.

I bumped into Quincy in the hall after getting my coffee and went back to the studio space together. When we opened the door, a slim caramel skinned man was kneeling before my son, talking and laughing with him. At the sound of the door opening, Eddie glanced at us. "Mommy! Uncle Q! I made a new friend! His name is Michael, like me!" I widen my eyes in shock at his innocent chatter. Quincy scoops up his godson and chuckles. "Oh yeah Eddie? And what did you guys talk about?" Eddie wraps his arms around Q's neck. "We talked about drawing! Michael is very really good at coloring!" Q humors his godson, chuckling at the boy who has him wrapped around his little finger. While the two talk Michael lifts himself from the ground and introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Michael. I don't think we've been introduced." He sticks out his hand and I feel conflicted. I was so afraid of him noticing me, connecting the dots, but it hurt a bit that I meant so little to him. In his defense, it was one night, four years ago. I grasp his hand and introduce myself again. "Y/N. I'm mixing for your album with Q. You've already met my son, Eddie." He shakes my hand, and smiles back at Eddie. "He's a joy. I was recording and didn't know he was here. I look up and little guy's just dancing in his seat like crazy. He was just coloring on a blank sheet of paper. Sweet kid." I nod and swallow. "Let's get to work, shall we?" Michael nods and goes to the soundboard to listen to the new version of "Leave Me Alone". I watch Michael bob his head to the rhythm, as Eddie dances in the corner. I nibble and pull on my lips in a nervous tick. The music fades out and Michael looks at Q and I with a smile. "Awesome guys! Just what I wanted. I want Y/N as my mixer for the rest of the album. That good Quincy?" Quincy bounces Eddie in his lap, grinning. "Of course it's good! Gotta teach my godson the ropes right?" I smile and ruffle Eddie's hair lovingly, nodding along. Q, Eddie, and I occupy the main front of the studio space as Michael goes back to record another track.

The day goes by quickly, Q leaving the three of us alone to grab lunch. I sit at the recording desk and write down a few lyrics here and there, a melody and message in my head dying to get out. I glance over at my son and see him and Michael goofing around. I smile sadly, imagining what our lives would be like if Michael didn't leave that morning, if he knew he had a son with me. I guess I didn't realize how long I had been staring at the two until my son met my eyes, causing him to run to me in a comforting manner. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I shake off the sadness and force a smile on my face to keep my caring boy from worrying over me. "I'm fine baby. Just a bit tired. It may be Mommy's nap time soon." He nods and giggles, kissing my cheek before going back to Michael. Michael picks up Eddie, placing him on his hip, and walks towards me. 'Hey, Y/N, if you want, you can take a nap in the recording studio. I've got a couch back there. I can come and get you when Quincy comes back with lunch. I try to turn down his offer, but a yawn interrupts my objection. Michael gently guides me to the studio and sits me down on the couch, exiting and turning the lights out on the way. Against my wishes, I close my eyes and succumb to the peace of sleep.

I groggily pulled myself from the depths of dreamland at the sounds of people talking and laughing. I heard Eddie and Michael talking and it immediately caught my attention. "So, your mom makes music, your Uncle Q makes music, what does your dad do?" I peek out from the window and see Eddie and Michael sitting on the floor, rolling toy trucks around, a takeout container setting on the desk. "I don't know. I don't have a dad. Mommy plays Mommy and Daddy. She goes to all my games, plays with me, teaches me how to put on shoes." From where I stand, I can't see Michael's face, and I decide now is a good time to get back out there. I open the door and both boys look up at me. I glance at my watch and see that it's about time to go home. "Hey, sorry I slept so long. Why didn't you wake me up?" Michael shrugs and stands. "You looked so peaceful while you slept. Didn't want to wake you, let alone let you drive home tired. Lunch got here not too long ago so your food should still be warm. I was actually about to head home myself if you're ok with coming in tomorrow instead? We can keep working." I nod and grab my container. "In case I get here before you, what are you wanting to do with the other tracks?" I eat my food as he goes over what he wants to be done with a couple other songs to be put on the album. Now finished with my food, I throw away my empty container, asking Eddie to pack up so we can head home. Before we leave, Q comes back in, sad that we have to leave so soon. I promise to bring Eddie back tomorrow if that's alright with Michael, which it of course is. I give a hug to Q, and an awkward hug/handshake maneuver to Michael. Eddie practically tackles the both of the men in hugs and races to grab my hand. As we leave, I can faintly hear Michael tell Q "She seems so familiar, like I've met her before."

Taglist: @accio-boys​

[fangirlfics]

What a Pirate part 2 (Harry Hook x reader)

summary: The vk’s come back to the isle in hopes of bringing Mal back home, then they find out about y/n and Harry’s relationship. 

word count: 1,243

1st part here

So after the whole incident of Harry taking y/n’s bracelet, this ‘stealing’ from each other became a thing. y/n had gotten her bracelet back, but that wasn’t the end. Whenever Harry gave her back whatever he had taken, he’d always take something else in it’s place. It was a never ending cycle-of course y/n had to pay Harry’s price to get her missing things back, and Harry being Harry always asked for the same thing-a kiss.

y/n at first thought that Harry was just messing with her, but why would someone repeatedly take your things and only return them for a kiss? Yeah it was weird. However she didn’t exactly mind-in fact she enjoyed seeing Harry quite a bit, probably more than she should for her own good-he was a flirt and a pirate and even worst-the enemy of her friends. But being around him made her happy and she didn’t really feel lonely anymore. She loved their chats and strolls-to say she was head over heels was an understatement. 

Harry stood in front of y/n, his usual grin on his face as he dangled an earning that he had taken yesterday from his hook. “Ye know the price lass.” He teased from her doorway.

“Wh-how did you even get in here?” y/n asked, quickly turning around.

“I have my ways. Now what about our trade?“ He asked softly. Approaching her slowly he held his hook up to her, she smiled taking her earring back and Harry leaned in to kiss her softly, just as always. “Oh I got ye somethin...swiped it from a table when the seller wasn’t looking.” Harry told the girl after pulling away, y/n tilted her head in question and watched as he pulled a necklace from his pocket with a smile, he handed it over for her to see. The necklace had a thin silver chain connecting to a small shiny silver hook. y/n smiled down at the necklace looking up at the boy, 

“You’re really obsessed with hooks, you know that?” y/n asked with a small giggle. “Thank you.” She added, attaching it around her neck. “I love it.” That made Harry smile a genuine smile-one of the ones that were oh so rare. “Wanna walk around the block?” y/n asked Harry and he agreed.

It was pretty dark and most people were in their homes, leaving the foggy streets empty. But as always, Auradon was in the distance and right now in the dark it was easy to spot it in all it’s bright glory. y/n took a moment to marvel at the view as always. “What’re ye thinking about?” Harry asked the girl, he slipped his hand into hers as they started their walk. 

y/n shrugged, “just thinking about what Auradon must be like.” She said, “It’s just-it looks so beautiful from here, I can only imagine what it actually looks like there. Plus...my friends are there and sometimes I wonder what they’re up to.”

“You still miss them?”

“Of course, they’re the only family I’ve ever really had.” She told him, “after they left it just wasn’t been the same...but...” she turned to face the pirate with a happy smile “then I met you...I mean I already knew who you were but I probably wouldn’t have ever really known you if they had stayed here. Anyway they’re probably happy in Auradon. Plus, I still have Carlos’s pocket watch to give back so, I’ll see them again...some day.” 

 “That pocket watch I stole from you is Carlos’s?” Harry asked glancing down at the girl. 

“Yeah he gave it to me before leaving, he said to keep it until he came back. You know, like a promise that he’d be back and wouldn’t completely forget about me.” The two continued to talk about whatever came up as they approached y/n’s place again, then there was the sound of hushed voices coming from the stairs leading up to her door, but whoever was there was hidden under the shadows.

“Another thief?” y/n asked under her breath, annoyed “that’s twice this week.” Harry took a step in front of the girl in a protective manner when the person at the top of the slid down the railing. Wait was that Jay? He looked up-spotting Harry and narrowed his eyes.

“Alright Hook, what’d you do to y/n?”

“Jay?” y/n asked-stepping out from behind Harry much to Jay’s surprise. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked between y/n and Harry. 

“Wait, he didn’t kidnap you?“ He asked, approaching her and she did the same.

“What! No!“ She answered with an equal amount of confusion. 

“You’re ok?“ Jay asked, putting a hand on her shoulder and forearm, inspecting her face for any sign of injury.

 “Jay I’m fine...what are you doing here?”

“y/n!“ y/n looked back up to her staircase just in time to see Carlos jump off halfway down, he didn’t hesitate to throw his arms around her in what seemed to be excitement and relief.

“Carlos!” She returned the hug as he laughed, spinning her around all. 

“It’s so good to see you!” They both exclaimed at the same time.

“y/n!”

“Evie!”

Jay cleared his throat, cutting the reunion short as the three looked his way-just now noticing that Harry was standing there. “What’s he doing here?” Carlos asked, getting defensive as he put his arms out to block y/n and Evie.

“Did he hurt you?” Evie asked the girl, putting her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“No, Jay asked the same thing. What’s going on? Where’s Mal?”

“Mal went to talk to Uma.” Evie explained.

“What?”

“Because he kidnapped Ben.” Carlos explained, nodding to Harry with a glare.

“He wha-you kidnapped the king?” y/n asked turning towards Harry.

“Well when ye say it like that-”

“We came back to bring Mal back home and Uma’s crew took Ben, we came to get your help.”

“My help?”

“Yeah.” Carlos told her, “and to bring you with us. You’ve been alone here.”  

“She’s not that alone, she’s got me.“ Harry said, making the three VK’s turn. 

“What’d you say?” Jay asked, about to pounce y/n put her hand on his shoulder and he backed down.

“y/n what is he talking about?“ Evie questioned, “y/n are you together?“ She look horrified.

“Oh so you can put two and two together!“ Harry said, with mock enthusiasm. “Took ye long enough.“

“What!?“ Carlos asked just as mortified, “y/n he’s not good for you.“

“Listen to Carlos y/n.“ Jay told her, still holding his defensive stance.

“Well...“ Harry said, looking between the three VK’s with amusement “I really must be goin now. Bye y/n.“ He said waving before spinning around slowly and walking away.

“How did you even end up with him? He’s part of Uma’s crew!“ Evie whispered to her y/n with wide eyes as Jay and Carlos looked at her. 

“It’s kind of a long story...“

“I-“ Evie began to say but Jay‘s look made her stop.

“Right now we just need to focus on getting Ben back.” Jay told the three, Carlos and Evie nodded. “y/n, can you help us?” 

y/n looked between the three of them then back to where Harry had disappeared to, “sure.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “Why not?”  

[qingxintea]

➼ chongyun || hiraeth

tw: mention of knives (no violence), kidnapping, explosion _______

you angled your camera to catch your face and upper body correctly and adjusted your blinds for the correct lighting. you put thin pieces of yellow and pink paper over your lamp to give off a sunset lighting sort of aesthetic in your minimalist room. your tiny cacao tree sat in the corner of your room, setting some sort of simple beach vibe.

then, you began to stream.

you watched as majority of your followers came to view as you sat in your rolly gaming chair. the greetings came rushing in and you noticed two of your friends had came along too, xingqiu and chongyun.

"hey gang, it's kingexplosionmurder here with your weekly sunday stream," you smiled and watched as comments came in asking you to notice them. beginning to select randomly, you flicked a short strand of hair behind your ear. "you have been noticed, yourlocalsugardaddy," you blessed them. and you swore you chose randomly.

on the other side of the screen, chongyun's face slightly flushed before eating his popsicle again. yes, that was his username, selected by xingqiu after the guhua heir was somehow able to trick him into selecting so. the situation must've been that he accidentally consumed some jueyun chili's, that was also xingqiu's doing.

he watched you smile as you explained your schedule for this stream, when he noticed you suddenly began laughing. it sounded genuine, he wanted to believe it was genuine, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. he observed your face, noticing you were looking at the chat box. "i agree too, scarymoose."

scarymoose: this streamer's kinda dog shit ngl 😐

by instinct, his fingers grazed over the keyboard as he analyzed the tone. this kid wasn't joking around with himself, he was really out to bring you down. he exhaled, shaking his head, wondering how you would deal in the situation.

yourlocalsugardaddy: miss karen this isn't yelp 🙄

he wasn't content with that yet, things could've gone onto more serious matters, but he knew you liked to keep your chat clean and peaceful. you went to the farther extents to keep that from happening, agreeing with rude comments yourself as a said joke, but actually have it sometimes harming you.

so chongyun tried his best to keep you happy.

redrumreaper: yo moose chill 😳

he recognized his friend xingqiu also trying to calm the situation as you just laughed it off and attempted to continue, sooner enough just beginning to ignore all his comments. some other viewers came up to your defense but in all honesty, you wanted to move on.

"s-so, i found some silk flowers outside of wangshuu inn yesterday, aren't they pretty?" you took a tiny bouquet of the said silk flowers and presented it to your viewers, holding it next to your cheek. the pink tone of the flowers matched the color of your cheeks and made for a nice picture. chongyun would've screenshotted it, but he respected your privacy.

yourlocaldumba$$: yes they're so pretty we love you 😍

13lue13erry: yes ong ong 💕 thiccer than my granny

Straw13erry: don't bring madame ping into this 💀💀

colino: are you sure it's alright to take from someone's legally owned property ?? much less from their garden

Straw13erry: u mean ur neighbors don't harvest ur flowers every day? 🙄 privilege spoke 🤚

yourlocalsugardaddy: vv pretty 😳

redrumreaper: simp 💀

you slightly choked over on your side and xingqiu calling chongyun a simp, for you. quickly clearing your throat, you regained your composure. your viewers could see that your cheeks had been dusted with a darker shade now.

13lue13erry: 👀

Straw13erry: 👀

yourlocaldumba$$: 👀

redrumreaper: 👀

sireluck: 💀

bazinga: 👀

dandelionn: 👀

poetichoe: 👀

"okay- anyways," you pushed that aside, watching the chain of 👀's coming in. you weren't too sure at what they were referring to, but just assumed that they were interested in xingqiu exposing chongyun. but, there was no way chongyun really felt like that, right? it was just a friendly compliment from what you believed. "just a tiny flex but y'all guys, i am so cracked at apex, not gonna lie. for all the new followers out there," you randomly commented. 'and to change the subject.'

"actually, you know what? fuck the schedule, let's go to trolling little eight year old kids posting selfies on instagram. due to certain reasons i'm just not gonna be blurring their usernames out, but please don't spam these people, i don't wanna be cancelled 💗" you sweetly smiled as you pulled up instagram and started streaming on your phone.

of course your sus notifications ruined it 🤡🤡

because xingqiu took advantage of the situation, sending messages to your discord. nothing mentioning your romantic life because he knew better than that, but just trolling. 'HEY GANG. ITS ME, TONY, AND TODAY WE'RE GONNA SEE IF IM FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'TURNS OUT, I AM NOT FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'AN UPDATE, IT HURTS. ALRIGHT. BYE GUYS.' you tried hard to contain your laughter, but certain giggles came out in the end, giggles that made chongyun's heart flutter.

xingqiu just kept spamming without a stop, to the point that you accidentally clicked into the notification instead of someone's username on a selfie post. so now everyone could see your group chat with xingqiu, chongyun, and a few other viewers that were actually your other friends.

13lue13erry: oh no 🤡

Straw13erry: 🗿

yourlocaldumba$$: HAHAHAHA WE'RE EXPOSED 🤡👌

just water support boy 😔: image.png

oh my god he's sending chongyun catboy edits. you made this concerning noise, glad no one really seemed to know who chongyun really was on twitch. you went back to instagram, beginning to dm a random kid, ignoring the situation that had just happened.

chongyun choked, slight heat running to his cheeks. what the fuck was xingqiu doing- how did he even get those pictures? maybe it was that one time xingqiu forced him to go to a furry con, but how did he ever get the time to photograph these? he nervously fidgeted and played with his fingers.

13lue13erry: 🤡

Straw13erry: 🤡

yourlocaldumba$$: 🤡

redrumreaper: 🤡

<— oraoraoraor

kingexplosionmurder: chav check

oraoraoraor: what

kingexplosionmurder: chav: check 😹😹

oraoraoraor: bruh

oraoraoraor: who tf are you

kingexplosionmurder: hope you like baddies cause i'm bad at everything 💗

oraoraoraor: bruh ok i'm blocking

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: 😐

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wtf

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wait wait UR that one twitch streamer?

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: ig ur fans gonna be so disappointed in you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: hahaha wtf i'm gonna post this and tag you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

afterwards you sent a barrage of really cursed images and left the person on read when they tried to complain and get a reaction out of you. you chuckled, extremely satisfied with yourself. this is what your viewers followed you for. you went on hunting for another user, "GO Y/N GO" filling up your chat.

you were just about to dm this other kid until you heard a ring from your doorbell. "oh what the fuck, i didn't invite anyone. but you know what, i'll pull something up to entertain y'all guys while i'm afk." searching on youtube, you typed in 'banana fish ep. 1' and clicked on the longest video you saw. then you got up from your chair, making your way to the front door.

you didn't mute yourself before because you thought there was really no need to, and you underestimated your mic sensitivity. god did you wish that you could go back and time and do just that.

twisting the doorknob, you opened your door and was met with... a certain, someone.

someone that you recognized and has caused you so much pain, and it was all so fun and games before they had to come along. "bruh. aight what you here for fam?" you played it super chill, though you were really sick and tired of this person's shit.

"(y/n). we need to talk," her stern voice made you flinch as you just stared straight into her eyes. you simply nodded your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto your right leg. "we're thinking of taking you back home."

your froze, your breath hitching as you just stood there, waiting for her to go on. clenching your fists and looking down, you stayed silent for a little moment and questioned, "...why?"

"well, you have a stable income source, right?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "you can finally be of use to us," she clasped her hands together, a bright smile on her face. your finger twitched, awaiting an explanation. "you're a streamer, yeah? so you can be a useful asset to our family name."

"...you only want me to come back so i can make you all seem... good?"

and here you thought, just for a second, that you would be accepted back into the place where you really belonged. your shoulders slumped, as small tears began to well up in your eyes. "and for our profitable gain of course, it would be a shame to not acquire that from you."

you composed yourself and looked up. "im afraid my profit can only cover for one person, and it would be myself that i focus to make a suitable and independent living out of. you've kicked me out ever since i've graduated from college and had me fend for myself, now inviting me back once i have a stable job?" you breathed, fiddling with the sleeves of your black hoodie.

"oh, not inviting, dear. taking."

confused by her words, you let your guard down as she suddenly pushed a warm cloth over your mouth as you let out a constrained scream. you tried to break free of her grasp, reaching for the switchblade in your pocket, but the drowsing chemicals from the cloth took control of you and you felt disoriented. "you... bitch..."

your head hit the floor.

》●✿ time ● skip ✿●

silence.

thats all you heard when you awoke.

pure, unfiltered silence that overwhelmed you as you were completely lost. what was happening?

you tried turning to the other side of your childhood bed, the moon casting light shadows into your 'room'. there was a rope around your wrists you noticed, so you brought them up to your lips and starting gnawing on them until it broke apart. (guys we feral its not a furry instinct ok?/ ??  ?)

the material had irritated your skin, but you put that aside for now. escape- thats what you really needed to do. it was fairly dark, but you didn't have a good estimate of time. the analog clock was broken and set to a different time that displayed 11AM. you sat up, your fingers running along the frame of the window next to you.

for a moment, you stopped, thoughts rushing into your head. what if you could start a whole other life here where things could finally be peaceful, what if you didn't have to feel so isolated anymore, what if you could- ...

no. (y/n), get yourself together. what has happened will anyways stay there, and there is no healing scars. ...still, you couldn't shake off the feeling of missing this home so much when you had an amazing childhood, though full of fake actors who had manipulated you.

opening all the cabinets silently, you grabbed things that you assumed would come to your aid. a tiny backpack, which you then stuffed with other things around it. a first aid kit, a spare knife just in case, along with a clean oversized sweater and a couple dollar bills. all that, along with a compass.

you turned towards your window, stepping on your bed.

pushing open the sides of your window, your stepped on, the brown coldness of the frame coming in contact with your feet. you shivered just a little bit before stopping to think. what would you do once you were out of here? you barely knew your way here. and not to mention, your devices were still left at your other house, so there was no way of contact.

...

did your stream ever end? even if it did, had you muted yourself before leaving? no, you didn't, and you could remember in precise detail. someone out there, anyone, would be willing to help, right? you couldn't possibly be here forever, not when you're basically blown up all over your socials?

your friends, yes, your friends! xingqiu and chongyun were watching the stream and had made obvious interaction in doing so, and they'd be willing to protect you. if they just had a lead...

but... what lead was there? all they heard was the woman's voice and, that was probably it, wasn't it? only a voice with no other clear features that could identify her. it looked like you were doing this on your own.

you came in contact with the blades of grass tickling your feet and conveniently found a pair of sneakers outside. it definitely wasn't yours, and it smelled like the scent of your old room. most likely, it belonged to someone from inside your house, lavender and mint, but who inside there was in the age range to wear modern day sneakers..?

brushing that question aside, you unhesitatingly laced them on and they were just a bit too big, but you could manage.

you breathed, inhaling the freedom intertwined air, a much needed factor of bringing you back to your lost sense of happiness. then, the fear struck you once again, because you needed to improvise now. you needed to run, but which direction? you barely knew this place at all.

you dug around your pocket for the compass you had and it was pointing east. you remember that stepping out of your house was facing west, so you were going the right way... but who knows how messy the path was? it couldn't have been an exact pathway, but going directly ahead was your simplest option.

you heard a pair of footsteps coming from inside the house, probably a few seconds away to opening the door. you sucked in your breath and ran, ran as far as your legs could take you. your intimidating speed and played into your advantage, and taking one last look, you saw the lights on, before continuing.

a few minutes into it, you felt some elemental energy. it was a sense you learned to develop since you were young, giving you the upper hand in a variety of situations. you followed the trail of glowing lines, the air starting to get colder and colder. you shuddered, the crisp coldness nipping at your skin.

you sat below a tree, taking your backpack off your shoulder and took out the oversized sweater. you put it on over your black tee and light blue skinny jeans, its nostalgic aroma filling your sense of smell.

it was... warm.

it shouldn't be warm.

the warmth proved as a sign that someone had worn it before, but this size was from what you knew, too small to fit the woman you came across again, and you absolutely did not recall any other beings within the house. it was a small household.

suddenly, you remembered what she said.

we're thinking of taking you back home. you can finally be of use to us.

plural. you should've noticed it before and you shook your head, slightly disappointed in yourself. you didn't remember any other birth siblings. could it be the fact that during the time, they had, in a way, replaced you?

you sat up, then suddenly went drowsy. your eyelids were getting heavy as your back hit the same tree. ah, that clever bitch. you chuckled to yourself, but still unsatisfied how this was gonna end. reaching inside your pocket, you grabbed a bomb that a little kid gave you, and threw it as far as you could. it wasn't as far as you hoped, but it was exceptionally far considered your sleepy state.

in a few couple seconds or so, it was going to explode. you did that to divert the attention of her and slowly ran as far as you could. a few seconds in, you gave in, hoping that your efforts were enough. 》●✿ perspective ● shift ✿●

chongyun heard an explosion.

he raised his head in the direction smoke was coming from, and made a run for it, then stopping to think. no, you're smarter than this. he gathered his shit together and remembered that one day klee gave you a bomb. he deducted that you had used it as a diversion, and began to search around the area.

and finally, he came across your sleeping body. to ensure your living state, he crouched down and let two fingers travel across your neck, searching for a pulse, and was relieved when he found one, pulsing at a normal rate.

he then carried you on his back, picking up the pace since he deducted someone was out for you, would you need a distraction. he remembered some details of the woman, she had ended your stream with your sleeping form in her hands, a dirty smirk coming across her lips. she had dark hair with some natural highlights, but that was all he saw because the rest was concealed by a cloak.

a few minutes, maybe half an hour later, you began to stir. chongyun decided that he ventured far enough to liyue and slowed down for your comfort. he wanted you to get some well deserved rest. but slowly, you woke up, but only the tiniest movement was made. your eyes were still droopy and you wanted to return to sleep.

but the sight of pastel blue hair kept you from doing so.

you felt the familiar silk coming in contact with your arms as he kept on trudging forward at a more consistent and smooth pace. "..chongyun?" you muttered out weakly, earning a small smile from the male. he hummed in response, continuing forward.

your mind was cloudy, unable to interpret the language of the world. but softly, words effortlessly escaped your lips, "... did i do the right... thing?" blinking multiple times, you awaited his answer.

"yes, yes you did," his soft voice reached your ears, making you smile a bit. you nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, clinging onto him tighter, unwilling to let go.

"thank you," you whispered.

he chuckled a bit before responding, "anything for you."

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bro ending is a little off because i'm wrote this at 2:53AM and so my brain has went ⬇️⬇️ also i'm just hungry

copy and pasted from my wattpad,, @ppeachtea_

[caysophia]

Sam Guthrie x Reader(f)- New Girl (smut)

NSFW

(h/c)-hair color

(h/l)-hair length

(e/c)-eye color

Sam POV

I woke up to the same speaker wake up call I have heard for the past few years. I cupped my hands over the ears to muffle the sound of the speaker until it stopped.  I stood up and put on a grey shirt with a fannel and jacket ontop with my boots and hat. I walked out and went to the canteen to grab something quick to have before walking to the hangout room.

I walked in and Rahne and Danielle were sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat down in the chair beside and joined. That lasted for quite a while, Roberto entering and leaving the room multiple times. Illyana I guess stayed in her room for most of the morning. Only come in to grab a new crayon once in a while. I walked around the facility not wanting to be stuck in one room for too long. being in this cage was enough. I walked into the canteen and had a conversation with Roberto about random crap once in a while, and waited for the daily session. That's just pure bullshit.

Around 2 hours passed and we were called to the stupid session. It was the same as always. Why are you here and what is your mutation.

3rd pov

No one answered the questions like usual, just staying quiet. They looked around at each other to see if anyone would answer. no one did. The room stayed silent with Dr.Reyes asking more questions and trying to get them to answer. When the door opened to the room.

Sams POV

Dr.reyes asked us questions but no one budge. she tried for a few minutes before the door opened up, in walked a girl with (h/l/c) walked in, probably 5'5-5'6. She looked around waiting for someone to stay something. I forgot I was looking at her until she locked eyes with me and I looked away and slouched in a chair pulling my hair a little bit frontwards to hid my face.

Y/n POV

I walked into the room that dr.reyes told me to come to when I was ready to met everyone. I opened the door and the room got quiet. I looked around and observed the strangers in the room. 3 girls and 2 boys. two of the girls sitting very close to each other and a blonde sitting in between the 2 boys. I looked at the boy with that ruffed up hat, we locked eyes and he turned and slouched in his chair.

"This is Y/n. She's new." Dr. Reyes told the group before mentioning to the empty chair beside Hat boy. I scratched the back of my neck and sat down, he shifted his seat moving it more towards the blonde. "So, whos gonna talk. You know you won't be able to leave unless you corporate with the program." Dr.reyes stated, And the blonde laughed "this is a cage, not a program." she laughed looking at the dr "enough Illyana."

I looked at 'Illyana' and back at dr.reyes "why doesn't new girl tell us about herself." she laughed, dr.reyes glared at her.

"Why don't you introduce your self." she gestured to me, I gasped"Why don't you introduce your self." dr.reyes said, pointing her clipboard at me

"um, okay I guess." I cleared her throat and sat up " I'm Y/n L/n and u-um that's it. um, yeah." I stuttered out. Illyana laughed "what's your power?" I looked at her, Illyana started again "What is it, some little mind-reading?"

I tightened my jaw. Dr.reyed yelled at Illyana to stop.

I looked at her and smirked "I can cause things to combust in an instant." the room went silent, to the point you could hear a pin drop" And boil you alive from the inside out, so hot your flesh will melt off of your bones." I smirked. Illyana Stood up, her eyes a bright blue "That's enough!" Dr.reyes yelled and put up a force around her "To your guy's rooms, Now!" Pointing to me and Illyana. I laughed "what did I do?" dr.reyes looked at me "it's for your safety, and others."

Sams POV

Dr.Reyes walked the 2 out of the room because telling up we could leave. I stood up and fixed my hat, Roberto walked up to me " Well, then. Now we have two crazy women... fun." and he walked out. Rahne and Dani had left already following Reyes out the door.

I stood there in the room, thinking about what just happened before walking out. I walked around and went to the lounge to hang out and play fooseball with Roberto.

"You were staring at the new girl the whole time you know. You like her or something?" he laughed before moving the pole to hit the ball I hit into his court. I looked up at him "What?" I questioned. Roberto looked at me smirked "you know what I'm talking about. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. It's like you just spaced out watching her." he leaned closer towards me "someone likes crazy." he laughed, I glared at him.

"you don't know what you're talking about ." I glared "I don't like her, I haven't even talked to her." I laughed "yeah ok. Then why did you stare at her the whole time she entered the room and didn't take your eyes off of her ." he said with a teasing tone, I took a step back "I'm going." and with that, I left the room " Bye Hillbilly Starshine!" I heard Roberto laugh, I rolled my eyes and continued to walk.

'I don't like her, I don't even know her.' i thought to myself 'then again, I couldn't stop staring at her.' I walked around outside for a while before hooking my self up to the giant concert block and harness.

I looked over and say Rahne, Dani, and Y/n. Rahne started talking to her telling her about something, the last thing I saw was her looking directly at me. Smiling.

Y/n POV

I was able to be let out of my room after Rahne and Dani told Reyes they were showing me around. We walked around the facility looking around and making jokes. We walked outside and we stopped in front of a concert field.

Sam was hooking himself up with a harness and long thick chain to a faint concrete block. we locked eyes "And this is sam, he can generate energy and propel himself through the air." Rahne informed me about him. Sam finished hooking himself up and we locked eyes again, and he launched off. Spinning in circles. I jumped back." it seems like sometimes he just comes out here to hurt himself." Rahne frowned as I watched the man spin in circles not being able to say in a straight line. He hit the floor with a hard crash, I screamed and went running over to him. Rahne held me back. " I wouldn't do that." I looked at her "Why?! He just crashed into concrete!" and pulled away and ran to him.

I bent down on the ground and he opened his eyes and groaned  "I need I need to learn how to land." he mumbled completely ignoring me and stood up "hey! you just crashed into the ground you should take a break." I said reaching for his hand, he stared at me and pulled his hand away " This is normal, I don't need to rest yet. Stop it." Rahne ran over and grabbed my hand "Your still human, you're just gonna hurt your self more! Your arm is already broken and your all cut up!" I yelled and he stared at me and glared "why do you care?"

At that point, I don't know why that hurt so much, I looked down at the ground and pulled my hand out of Rahne's. And looked back at him "sorry, tough guy." and walked away. Leaving Dani and Rahne with sam.

3rd POV

Y/n walked away towards the main building. Sam cracked his knuckles" what's up with her?" he questioned confused "Your what's wrong!" Dani pointed at him "why are you being so stuck up? you normally the nice one. now you just being a jerk, and that's Illyanas job." Dani said as she walked closer to him, Rahne stood between the two

"hey we don't need to fight. But she is right Sam. You got defensive when Roberto asked you why you were staring at her during the group." Rahne confronted him. " Why does everyone keep saying that!" he yelled "I don't have a crush on her! I just met the girl, yeah she pretty and nice and caring, and str- No! stop it." sam blurted out and unhooked his harness and started to walk off, face red, and slightly annoyed.

Rahne and Dani being left in the dust again. Dani and Rahne looked at each other and laughed "someones got a crush." and they laughed and walked around outside some more.

A few days pasted, Sam still being shy and Agitated around Y/n or any questions about her. Y/n still wondering why she wanted to help him, worried she might have had just ruined a chance to maybe get to know him.

Y/n Walked around the facility trying to find her way to her room so she could grab her stuff and take a shower. After taking a few missed turns she made it to her room and looked at herself in the small mirror on the concrete wall. She fixed her hair and grabbed a change of clothes and her shower bag and walked out.

She had been here for about 3 days, Sam still not talking to her. She had introduced herself to Roberto and started hanging out with Danielle and Rahne. Illyana and Y/n stayed far away from each other, Illyana called her nicknames like 'teapot' and ' explosive' which arent the worse nicknames someone could have but they were annoying.

She walked down the hallway trying to retrace the steps that Dani and Rahne took to show her where the bathroom was. She took a right and say a door with a sign "Women's Bathroom" and opened the door "Hello?" she said as she entered, no one answered. After making sure she was alone. She turned on the water and stripped down. She let the warm water run through her hair and down her body, she washed her hair and body and turned off the water and wrapped her towel around her body, and walked towards the sinks and mirrors.

She looked at herself and thought "What is his problem though? why is he annoyed at me, I didn't do anything." she shook her head and rolled her eyes. y/n got dresses and did everything else she had to do before exiting the bathroom and walking to her room. Dani and Rahne were standing outside it. They looked at her and smiled.

Y/n pov

I exited the bathroom and walked to my room, feeling a lot better to be clean. I turned down the hall towards my room, Dani and Rahne stood outside it and smiled at me, I ran to them "Hey!" I smiled and opened the door to put my stuff down "Hey, its almost time to eat dinner. And then we're gonna go to the attic. You in?" Rahne asked looking a little so happy "Uh sure, why not." I said and closed the door slightly "what's in the attic?" The 2 girls in front of me looked at each other before answering "nothing, it's just where we hang out after somedays."

I took a deep breath "ok then, come on let's go." I said as we walked to the canteen, we had some small talk and joked around with each other during the walk. Danielle and Rahne were nice, I like them.

We turned into the canteen laughing and walked to go grab a tray. We sat down and made some more little jokes here or there. I looked around the room, Roberto was sat down with Sam And Illyana was also with them around. I pushed the food on the tray around a while talking to Rahne and Dani. I pushed it away with a sigh.

"what's wrong?" Dani said turning her head towards me "Nothing, just not hungry" I said with a smile looking around "Are you still upset about the incident? its been 2 weeks, I bet you he forgot about it by now." I bit the inside of my cheek and looked over at the table with the others, Roberto and Illyana were laughing as sam sat there running his hand down his face.

"No, why would I? I bothered him, it was my fault I should have just listened to Rahne." I said with a chuckle looking back at them " Ok then, come one let's go put theses down," Dani said looking over at the others, they were getting up, I guess to go to the attic? We stood up and put are trays next to the large metal sink, Roberto Whispered something to Rahne and she nodded. "Oh god." I thought to myself, now wanting to maybe take back my invite to the attic.

3rd POV

Sam, Illyana, and Roberto were the first ones to make it to the staircase that leads to the attic. They waited in silence for the other 3  "Why do we have to wait, can't we just meet them up there?" Roberto questioned "No, We have to wait for the Wolf and her little girlfriend to bring Tea Kettle. just wait." she said sitting on the window title.

Soon after Rahne, Dani, and Y/n turned to the corner "hey." Dani said greeting the others "Finally come on." Illyana motioned her hand towards the door. Roberto opened the door and walked up the stairs, the rest of the group followed. Y/n was the last one to go up.

"Come on hotplate, It's fine." Illyana laughed as she jumped in one of the old dusty chairs. She looked around the room, A bunch of old furniture covered with sheets. she looked in the middle of the room, an old chair with a lie detector machine "wonderful." she rolled her eyes before standing behind Dani and Rahne who sat on the couch next to Roberto. Sam sat on a table on the side of the room.

"Whos going first?" Roberto asked "I ca-"Danielle started before being cut off by Illyana pointing at Y/n " New girl. You."

Y/n POV

" New girl, you," Illyana said pointing at me, I rolled my eyes. How bad could it be? I sat in the chair and Rahne hooked me up, Everyone looked at me "whos first?" Dani asked looking around, I took a deep breath "Why are you here?" Roberto asked.

"I lost control." I stated, Illyana looked at the paper "Lie. why are you here?" the room went silent. I gave a shy laugh " I lost control and might have boiled some people alive and made another explode." I looked around, Illyana was looking at the sheet with Rahne who looked a little scared. Roberto and Dani was looking at me their eyes wide the same with sam "well, maybe more than one. who knows it was a party or well a blood bath. I'm here so I'm not thrown in jail and killed by electric chair." I looked around "truth..." Rahne said quietly "ok next." I said nervously and unhooked myself.

"My turn."Illyana said hooking her self up "new girl, ask." I thought about a question but couldn't think of one "why are you here?" I asked it a simple question, also I want to know. She looked me dead in the eyes "I killed 18 men. one by one." she smiled. After everyone asked more questions and Dani and Rahne went it was sams turn.

Sam got up in the chair, Roberto hooked him up and then sat back down. I saw him fidget with a piece of coal and blurted out "what's with the coal?" Sam stopped for a second and looked up "It's all I have left of my dad." and looked around "why are you here?" I asked quickly, wanting to know the answer I have been wondering for the past 3 days.

"I got claustrophobic, I was mining with my dad and his crew. The cave collapsed, I freaked out and exploded basically. I killed them." He stated, "I'm also here so I'm not in jail." I felt bad for asking but I had to know.

"Oh, I got one!" Roberto Said with a smirk, Sam rolled his eyes and Illyana laughed "shoot." sam replied, I looked at Roberto who was looking in between me and sam. I raised a brow and looked towards Dani who shook her head. Roberto gave a slight laugh "what's up with you and y/n?" Sam clenched his fist with the piece of coal "Nothing, I don't even know her." he replied and I looked at the ground.

I heard Roberto sit up a little to look over at the board "What's going on, you're lying."  I looked up and my eyes widened "I mean, you do stare at her at the sessions and have been focused on her the whole time. why do you just tell us, you're not hiding anything."  I stepped forward and put my hands on the couch " He doesn't have to answer that Roberto." I stated with a glare, Illyana sat up "He does though, he's hooked up. So, I would listen." she said with a smirk "come one sam, we don't have all night." I looked down and took a deep breath, wanting to leave the room.

"If you would like to know, so bad. I think she's a nice girl." He started adjusting his hat "And that's all, nothing is going on." He said taking off the cords "but you're leaving something out." Roberto pressed on, it was starting to get annoying and the energy in the room was not nice. Sam jumped out of the chair "What else it there! What do you want me to say?! That I love her ?" he yelled, I flinched. his voice echoing through the room. "Ok, guys stop." I heard Danielle say to try and calm down Sam, and the room in general.

Roberto stood up "Well then why are you always so defensive?" he laughed and I saw sams fist start to glow "Ok guys stop!" i yelled before they could do anything else "He doesn't have to answer, he's annoyed. just stop. He doesn't have to do anything its fine." I said looking at the two boys "nothing is going on, I swear. And sam is getting defensive probably because you bothering him about it every 10 minutes! I don't understand why its such a big deal!" I yelled at the room, my fist tightening.

Rahne turned around on the couch and reached for my hand to try and calm me down "Ow!" she pulled her hand away and held it close to her "why is your hand so hot? Y/n you need to calm down, there are cameras everywhere. Reyes will and can lock you back up." she stated I looked around and at the camera in the corner of the room " I'm going." and with that, I ran down the stairs.

"y/n!" I heard someone yell as the door slammed shut behind me.

Sams POV

"I'm going" and with that, she ran out of the room, Illyana smirked, "well then, I think someone knows they can't hide things for long." I looked at her "Can you just stop for like 2 minutes?!" I yelled at her before running down the stairs to catch up to her "Y/n!" I yelled right when the door slammed.

I pushed it open and saw her turn down the hallway, I ran after her. The sound of my boots echoed down the hall, I heard her shoes skid with a loud screech and she hit the floor. I ran towards her "Hey!" I yelled but not to loud to maybe alert Reyes. She pushed her self against the wall and covered her ears. I bent down in front of her "You okay?" I said softly as I- went to go touch her hand, she flinched "Don't." she said shakily, I reached for her hand and grabbed it 'Your not hot anymore, it's fine." I chuckled and she looked up "I'm sorry about that, Illyana and Roberto have been, well you know." She laughed "Teasing you? it seems like it, but why we don't even talk to each other..." she said and seemed to be thinking about it.

I sat next to her on the wall, we stayed silent for a while before we heard footsteps. we looked at each other "Reyes, run." I jumped up and pulled her up and we ran. We ran down a few hallways before we stopped. We caught are breathes and looked at each other, still holding hands.

She ran her hand through her hair and took a long deep breath. I watched her chest rise up and down, she threw her head back and took another breath. She looked at me and winked "wanna do something? that can maybe get up both deep shit?" she laughed, I raised an eyebrow "And that would be..."

She looked down the hallway "Come on!" she laughed and pulled me "Where are we going?!" Not very sure if I should be doing this or not. She kept running forwards and ran into one of the old bedrooms. I looked around the room, only a twin bed was in it. I looked at her "why and what are we doing." I ask nervously.  she walked towards the bed ad closed the door.

"Why have you been staring at me?" she asked looking at me, not breaking eye contact. I swallowed and cleared my throat "I don't know." not knowing how to answer without it being kinda creepy, she walked closer to me and pulled me by the collar of my shirt. she leaned close to my ear "You got a crush, miner? Because it seems like it. You think I haven't seen you." my face went red and pushed her up against the wall " I could say the same thing about you."

NSFW  v

Y/n Laughed and looked at sam right in his eyes "are we gonna do this or not?" she said with a smirk "you wanna?" sam responded with a laughed y/ns face fell " if I didn't want to I wouldn't have asked." and with that sam kissed her.

Sam pressed his body up against hers and kept kissing. Only taking a break to breathe. Y/n pushed him onto the twin-sized bed. she took off her boots and sam did the same. Y/n straddled sam and started to kiss down his neck, leaving a few bites here and there before finding a place on his collar bone to leave a hickey on.

Sam groaned and started to take off his jacket, y/n did the same. Sam flipped them, y/n landed on the bed. sam took of his flannel and hat, throwing them somewhere in the room, Y/n and sam looked at each other.

Y/n grabbed sam by his hair and pulled him back into a kiss Y/n grabbed sam by his hair and pulled him back into a kiss. the kiss slower than the beginning just want to enjoy the moment. Sam pulled away and started kissing down her neck, leaving hickeys all over. The concrete room echoed with slight moans and breathing. Y/n tugged at sams shirt "Off." she said in a breathy tone, he sat up and threw it behind him and started to take off her shirt.

"What never seen a shirtless girl before?"y/n said looking at the shirtless man above her, he glared at her " Not one as beautiful as you." and he ran his hands down her sides, y/n sighed. He started kissing her neck again, y/n tried to unhook her bra. Sam shoved his hand under her back and held her up. She threw her bra to the side " what? enjoy the view?" she said with a smirk, sams hair fell in his face. she looked up " You wanna go further?" she asked him, not wanting him to be uncomfortable as she knew what it felt like. "only if you want to." she nodded and sam unbuttoned her jeans and slide them down she kicked them off.

Sam undid his belt and throw it down "well that's quite harsh." Y/n chuckled . They laughed at each other, enjoying this time. Sam looked at her, admiring her. like it would disappear after they were done. sam put his uncasted hand on her waist using the casted one to stay up, his rough palm making her laugh at contact he rubbed small circles into her hip. He kissed down her stomach, stopping at her underwear line. He rubbed small circles through her underwear with his thumb. Y/n gasped and grabbed the metal bed frame. Sam continued to do it a few more times, her moans filling the room. sam slide them down and took them off.

He rubbed her clit his thumb before slowly entering a finger. sliding it in and out at a slow pace "Sam." she moaned as he continued"use your words" and smirked and looked up at her "More. please more." she moaned louder, sam entered a second finger going faster them before. her moans filling the room they were in, "fa-faster please sam." she moaned as he quicked the pace, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was holding onto the metal bed frame.

"you like that, baby girl?" he said in a deep voice, she let out a high pitch moan "I'm gonna-!" sam pulled his fingers out of her and licked them "you like that, baby girl?" he said in a deep voice, she let out a high pitch moan "I'm gonna-!" sam pulled his fingers out of her and licked them. she caught her breath "your such an ass, you know that." she wined looking at sam, he smirked and pulled down his black boxers and hovered over her.

He rubbed himself a little before lining up with her "just tell me when to stop, okay?" he said, she nodded. He slowly slipped in her, y/n hands went straight to his back "wait." she said in his ear as her nails dug into his back. they said like that for a while, letting y/n adjust "go." and sam started pumping in and out at a slow pace, sam groaned into y/n ear. y/n nails causing him to moan even harder "faster!" she moaned as she picked up his pace. Y/n digging her nails into Sams back.

The room now filled with moans and groans, "I'm gonna cum!" she came around sam with a loud moan, Sam pulled out quick finished himself off The room now filled with moans and groans, "I'm gonna cum!" she came around sam with a loud moan, Sam pulled out quick finished himself off. Y/n laid on the bed trying to catch her breath. Sam fell next to her with a deep breath. y/n looked at him, he turned his head and smiled at the girl next to him in bed. they both laughed and kissed each other "that was ... wow." y/n said with a sigh "it was, wasn't it?" he laughed and stood up to put on his boxers.

Y/n looked at him confused "where are you going?" she asked "to go grab a towel, I saw a janitor's closet down the hall. ill be right back." sam said and exited the room. a few moments later Sam came back with 2 towels and a blanket. he hander the towel so she could clean up, he did the same. Y/n put her underwear back on and her shirt. sam laid down on the bed against the concrete wall, y/n cuddled up against him.

"This wasn't a one-night stand was it ?" y/n blurted out, sam kissed the back of her shoulder " No, not if you don't want it to be." sam said softly in a sleepy tone " I don't want it to be," she said and throw the blanket sam found over the two, sam pulled her closer to his chest, keeping his casted arm on his waist. "goodnight, sweetheart." was the last thing y/n heard before she fell asleep.

Morning

The light shone through the gated window in the old bedroom, y/n, and sams clothes thrown all over the floor. Y/n yawned, waking up sam in the process. "five more minutes." he mumbled into her back, y/n laughed a little bit "come on, we have to get up. we still have to worry about the others ." Y/n sat up with a groan, her lower half was sore. sam opened his eyes "sorry." he gave a shy laugh, y/n slapped his exposed back"ow!" he yelled as her palm hit the scratches she caused on his back "those are quite big by the way." she said giving him a wink.

They got up and got dressed before exiting the room to wake to the canteen.  The two walked n the room and everyone looked at them "where were you two last night?" Roberto asked Sam, he scratched the back of his neck "our rooms, why?" sam replied, Illyana laughed "the visible, and may I say dark, hickeys say different. on both of your necks." she said with a smirk.

y/n jaw dropped slightly, forgetting that the hickeys given last night were in very visible places. Sam wrapped his arm around her waist "well then, wonderful." y/n and sam looked at each other and laughed. They shared one more small kiss before going to their tables.

Extra

Y/n pov

I sat down at the table with Rahne and Danielle.they looked at each other "you guys made up I guess." I kicked Dani's shoe and gave her a glare.

Sams POV

I sat down at the table with Illyana and Roberto, when I sat down Roberto slapped my back "Ow, you bitch." and gave him a glare. Roberto gave me a smirk "Ooh,  so that's what she's into huh."

I punched him hard.

[writingbykrystal]

"See ya, Jack!" called Jessie as Jack left th building.

"Bye, Jess," Jack called back, waving tiredly. It had been a brutal day today. Three different small villain organizations had all robbed various buildings that day, the last two only being fifteen minutes apart. To make matters worse, Leah and Eva had both come down with the flu, leaving Jack and Jessie short staffed today, and Jack's car had broken down and Izzy was out of town, leaving nobody to carpool with.

Sighing, Jack started on the twenty minute walk back to his apartment. He really didn't want to walk, but he had no other option, since Thomas worked on the other side of town, and wouldn't be done work for another hour or so anyway.

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About five minutes away from home, Jack feels his wallet start to fall from his pocket. He grabbed it, and shoved it back in, and kept walking. A couple seconds later, however, he feels it slide out of his pocket again.

He looks around, confused, and hears a piece of glass crunch behind him. On instinct, Jack throws a puff of frost in the direction of the sound. The ice makes contact, and spreads over the thing it hit. To Jack's confusion, there's nothing there, except the floating I've spot.

The ice spot makes a sound, that sounded like a human squeal, and then starts moving away down an alley.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. That ice spot was a person with invisibility powers. And that person just so happened to have stolen his wallet.

Jack swore, and started sprinting down the alley, chucking more frost.

The alley eventually ends in a chain link fence. Jack can hear the sound of someone trying to climb the fence, so he quickly covered it in ice, making it impossible to climb.

He heard a shriek, and then a thud, as whoever was trying to escape fell off the fence. As he made his way down the alley, he saw that the person he was chasing became visible.

"Hey motherfucker, give me my goddamn wallet back," Jack said, walking toward the winded pickpocket.

The thief didn't reply.

Jack walked over and grabbed the thief's shirt. "I said, give me my wallet ba- What the hell, you're just a kid!"

The thief that Jack had happened to catch turned out to be a teenage girl, who by the looks of her, had been living on the streets, and was absolutely terrified of Jack.

Jack let go of her shirt, and she started crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, here's your wallet back, I didn't take anything else, I promise, please don't take me to the police, I'll leave, I won't steal again, I'm so so sorry, please don't call the cops!"

Jack was also starting to panic. He had no idea what to do with a teenage girl, much less one who he had just caught stealing and was now sobbing in the back of an alleyway.

"Um, hi, hi, uh, please stop crying, I won't call the cops, just please stop crying, please?"

The girl looked at him. "You're really not gonna call the cops?" she asked.

"Look kid," Jack replied. "You're obviously going through a tough time, and I'm gonna guess that you're running from something, maybe a bad home situation, or foster care. Am I on the right track?"

The girl had almost stopped crying at this point. "Yeah," she sniffed. "Something like that."

Jack crouched down beside her, but she flinched away, so Jack stood up again. "Listen, kid, I don't wanna call the police, but I'm also not gonna let you go back out onto the street tonight. So, you've got a couple options. You can either come back to my place tonight and have dinner with my boyfriend, and we can figure something out for you in the morning, or you can try to run, and I'll have to catch you again, and this time, I'll call the cops, and they'll be the ones to figure something out. Which do you feel like doing, kid?"

While he was talking, Jack had created another snowball and was casually tossing it back and forth between his hands.

The girl eyed it nervously. "I- I'll come with you."

-----

In Jack's apartment, the girl sat at the dining room table, nervously scanning the room.

"So, kid, what's your story?" Jack asked, trying to break the silence.

The girl just stared at the table.

"Okay," Jack said, "I'll start. As you could have already guessed, I'm Jack Frost, I work for Bright and I'm a hero in the city. But, my real name is Jack and that's what you can call me."

At this the girl looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Jack Frost's real, legal name is Jack? Like for real?"

Great. Fifteen minutes with this teenager and the sarcasm is already coming out.

"Yeah," Jack said. "It's short for Jackson, but I needed an alias for my resume, and I thought it was funny at the time."

The girl snorted. "I'm sure you did."

Jack shook his head. "Anyways, that's my story, what's up with you?"

The girl looked at him for a long time, before deciding to speak.

"My name is Chloe. And you're right, I did run away from foster care. There were tons of other kids there, and they were treated well, but not me, just because if these stupid powers. They bullied me and called me a monster. The "parents" would hit me, and lock me in my room. They didn't want me to hurt the "normal" kids. I ran away from home after home, but I kept getting caught. Finally I figured out how to use my powers well enough to not be found. Until now I guess."

Chloe laughed bitterly. "And now I've been caught again. By the city's coldest hero. I guess you're not called a freak if you're famous. Now what, you're gonna send me back to foster care?"

When she had finished talking, she sat back in her chair, looking utterly defeated. Jack had been listening to her story in silence. He really had no idea what to do with this poor kid sitting in his kitchen.

Standing up, he asked the only thing he could think of to do at the moment. "You like pizza?"

-----

About an hour later, the door opened and Thomas walked in.

"Hey, Jack, I'm hom- what the hell, who is this?"

Jack grabbed Thomas's arm and pulled him into the kitchen.

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you everything, but promise you won't get mad."

-----

"So, basically, she's here now, and I don't know what to do with her."

Thomas sighed. "Well, she obviously can't go back on the streets, and foster care clearly has been hell for her. I don't know what we can do, except keep her here for the night at least. We can figure out what to do with her in the morning."

Thomas and Jack walked back out into the living room. As Thomas opened the door, he hit something solid, which then made an indignant squeak.

Jack laughed. "Word of advice, kid, when you eavesdrop, don't stand in the way of the door."

Chloe turned visible and looked at the floor. "Sorry," she muttered.

"Well," said Thomas. "I'm guessing you heard everything we said in there."

Chloe nodded sheepishly.

"Well then," Jack continued. "I guess you know that we want you to stay here at least for tonight, until we figure out what to do with you."

"I can't speak for sure what will happen, but I can promise that you will not go back into the streets or into the system again, and you will absolutely not go to jail for trying to rob my boyfriend," Thomas said.

Chloe met Thomas's eyes. "Thank you," she said, in a small voice, and then yawned.

"Ok, kid, it's time for bed, let me get the air mattress set up for you in the living room," said Jack, and he and Thomas walked off to make a place for their impromptu guest to sleep.

-----

"Where the heck have you two been?" Jessie asked when Jack walked into work.

Jack and Thomas had both taken the week or so off to figure out living arrangements for Chloe. They both decided that it would be best for her to stay with them for the foreseeable future, and had been busy learning how to care for a sassy fourteen year old girl, in addition to converting the office that neither of them used into a bedroom, and buying a lot of things. Probably more than necessary.

"Well," Jack said, "I think me and Thomas kind of have a kid now."

[secondhoekage]

Ignore this long rant I’m high as shit but I... can’t take the hero commission oR HONESTLY THE HEROES THEMSELVES, seriously anymore

They’re BRAINLESS they all share one (1) brain cell and it belonged to Crust. THESE GUYS had MONTHS to strategize this attack and what did they do? They fucked it up. They want me to believe this was planned and not written on a chalk board the night before? Sent out to all heroes the next morning at 8am in a CHAIN EMAIL?

Unpopular opinion(?): they sent the worst possible, ill-suited heroes to each location for this PLF raid and I’m mad at them for it and I’m mad at Hori for making me be mad at it even tho he had to do it beCauSe oF pLot but I’m mad.

The MLA’s plans to take on The League of Villains? Spotless. Chef’s kiss. The detail. The one-on-one counters they planned out. Accounting for each enemy’s quirk. Yeah there were like 6 of them to account for but?? Heroes, yall had enough info and enough time to think of ways to go about this raid and I’m supposed to believe that you did, BUT DID YOU REALLY? MONTHS TO PLAN, and saw one electric Sir Crocodile rip-off and immediately threw Kaminari on his ass. Good move. Kinda. But the rest of the PLF? Heroes just gonna make shit up as they go I guess?? 

To make myself feel better here’s a long ass useless rant on what could’ve damn happened and which heroes should’ve gone where and to make this an epic ass rumble. ugh. Even just doing some of these things would’ve made this arc (imo) feel more... convincing and delicious

under the cut tho bc damn this is too long

In this essay I will—

Edgeshot??? EDGESHOT??    EDGESHOT?? i’M GOING TO GO OFF. 

I swear to shit Edgeshot could’ve soloed the hospital but they had him at the PLF mansion for Some Reason like... like they didn’t make him run up on the League’s bar instead of the Nomu factory bc they knew he would take care of shit immediately. Make it make sense. If he was at the hospital eye just—Nomu in the way?? Doctor running off? Say less. Electric slide all the way in there Shinya. DID NO ONE SEE HOW EASILY HE HANDLED KUROGIRI? Did everyone just forget this man can pull a K.O in .3 seconds flat? Heroes didn’t think it might be a good idea to have him there, ready to give Shigaraki the paper cut of his life the second he woke up (if he even did bc my mans likely could’ve prevented the ‘doctor getting away>high-end awaken>rush to get shiggy out of the tank>shiggy wakes up’ chain of events)? Didn’t think to send him instead of this guy X Less just sitting there with That Look on his face? 

I get they needed heroes like Edgeshot at the mansion to take out a handful of enemies in one go but COME ON NOW. There were more than enough long-range AOE heroes there. And even if you don’t wanna believe he could solo then STILL, EDGESHOT DUOING WITH MIRUKO, ANYBODY? If anyone was gonna keep up with her happy ass zooming into the lab it could’ve been him. We were robbed of an Edgeshot/Miruko teamup and I’m not okay. Could’ve had a sexy ass panel of the hospital-team hyping up Miruko and Edgeshot as they dashed to Ujiko’s lab, two fast as shit bad bitches, zooming through these Nomu, absolutely obliterating them at lightning speed, watching each other’s backs too, PROBABLY SAVING MIRUKO FROM BECOMING THE PRE-DEATH ORGAN DONOR THAT SHE IS NOW. I know it was hot watching Miruko take on these high-ends but I’d have rather Edgeshot share the spotlight if it meant Miruko was in one piece rn. Hori played her

Anyways the literal dumb bitch energy that went into not sending Edgeshot to the hospital is sending me. Could’ve at least let him just be on the team and on standby while Shigaraki was waking up. With those sharp as shit reflexes of his we’ve seen? Shigaraki would’ve been out like a fucking light the second Edgeshot saw him sit up. X-Less you had a nice thicc upper lip that lip was too shaded for you to die, but F in the chat bitch. Useless plot fodder I’m sorry X-Less. There isn’t a hero there right now (besides Aizawa but like... idk, plot is nerfing him) that could’ve incapacitated Shiggy so quickly and prevented the mess they’re in now like my guy Edgeshot could’ve. Feels like a cop out

In conclusion: Edgeshot sweety I’m sorry they did this. I’m sorry you were nerfed. I’m sorry they didn’t let you deliver Kamino Pizza to this hospital. I’m sorry they ignored you and now everyone’s gonna die bc they didn’t they respect your Ninpo rights

CEMENTOSS??? y’all sent him to fuck up the mansion FOR WHAT??? If I were the hero commission and thought :

“Dang we need to completely ass blast this huge PLF resort to make room for our heroes to run in... but it would also be good if we had someone to do that at the hospital too just in case things get tricky and we need to pave a quick way to Ujiko’s secret hideout... but I’m single-celled and can’t weigh my options logically so ok. Cementoss, to the mansion.”

...................... Ok but can I in interest you in PIXIE BOB? I get the mansion is huge but going by the shit we’ve seen her do?? I’m not about to underestimate ol’ girl. I know she could’ve fucked that place up if they let her, switched her out for Cementoss, who could’ve made THE EASIEST route for the hospital team to get into the secret lab, trapped Ujiko, also trapped a couple nomu/high-ends in cement while he was at it, rearranged some tunnels for optimal tactical movement, probably could’ve done a decent-fucking-job at slowing the onslaught of Decay too if it got to that point (AND IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BC THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS RANT IS TO INSIST THAT A BETTER SELECTION OF HEROES WOULDN’T HAVE RESULTED IN SHIGGY’S CURRENT THANOS SNAP ORdEAL)

I know Pixie’s mostly on rescue operations and that’s what she’s doing at the hospital/surrounding city but WHY?? EVEN IF THEY REALLY NEEDED CEMENTOSS AT THE MANSION—WHY NOT HAVE PIXIE BOB DOING SOMETHING IN THE ACTUAL HOSPITAL BATTLE? JUST A LITTLE? The hospital is built on uh.. oh yeah... EARTH? And considering in the Forest Training arc she was using her quirk from a remote location (to make that Earth golem, or whatever) she wouldn’t even HAVE to be IN Ujiko’s lab to be useful

Can y’all PLEASE put at least ONE of your terraforming heroes at the place where y’all REALLY need them?? And not after-the-fact like y’all just did with Pixie Bob? Because clearly she didn’t do shit this last chapter trying to stop Decay. I’m sorry girl. You may be dead. Terrible.

I would have legitimately sent Snipe to get Ujiko before I sent Miruko and that’s that on that. Where is he even? He was there during the briefing but he’s gone? MIA? Idk. No way Ujiko is getting away from those bullets. Target locked: Ujiko’s hand. Fire. High-end Nomu remote goes bye bye. Then another bullet in the leg. No need to worry about him escaping and waking up high-ends/Shiggy when he doesn’t have kneecaps. Problem solved. No way it would’ve taken that long to break Shiggy’s tank either with a few well-placed pew pews zigging around some Nomu (not that we really wanna break him outta his tank bc look what happened). Snipe’s 6/5 technique stat deserves better!!!!!

Gang Orca did not go off and give a bunch of kids brain damage during the License arc to be so thoroughly ignored here. He’s clearly about to get his shit rocked by some gauged-out ex-Hot Topic employee in the next few chapters and ugh you’re TOO GOOD FOR THAT ORCA. COULD’VE BEEN OF USE AT THE HOSPITAL. PARALYZING SONIC WAVES? WE’LL TAKE IT. Who knows if any of the high-end Nomu would’ve been affected by paralysis but the small fry? Probably. Shiggy’s little twink ass? I would bet on it. Not that it would really stop him from using Decay but still

At the risk of sounding like someone I know who endorses child labor (the hero commission) here me out: CAN I GET A UHHH JUZO HONENUKI??? AGAIN YEAH good that he was at the mansion to do some long-range AOE action but if y’all are gonna force kids to join in on this war anyways, put your strongest and most useful ones at the place you need them. Shit it would’ve been real nice if Honenuki was there to trap some Nomu—uncertain if it would work against the high-ends that show some pretty flexible quirks but who knows—and even at the risk of reaching, maybe in some universe where Shiggy and Honenuki face off, it would be interesting to see Decay against Softening, since Decay’s one big weakness is that it can only work on solid objects sooOooOo? Idk. Would’ve been a cool match up but I hate that the kids are fighting anyways so we’re gonna ignore this Juzo rant. Just know it would’ve been cool

And as for the mess that’s going to be this fucking mansion soon... .. We’re just gonna ignore a whole ass Geten, big destructive power, big fucking threat, and not gonna throw Endeavor’s ass in there? Makes sense. They’re leaving it to Shoto I guess. They said time for you to fucking shine kid. Get in there. I mean really trading Endeavor for Edgeshot would’ve been top tier strategy but...

I MEAN THEY?? Made up a whole ass plan to counter ONE greasy-looking PLF guy by throwing Kaminari in there, but they couldn’t make up a plan to counter Geten? Are they just?? Pulling names out of a hat to see who gets to fight who? Did they spin a bottle to see who it landed on? Did Mt. Lady pull the short stick? I swear on shit when Geten starts going feral soon I’m not gonna feel sorry about it. Unless heroes got a plan and someone’s gonna make a sexy ass top 10 anime entrances to counter his ice then I’m disappointed. We went ape shit over Kaminari countering one of the commanders but are we not gonna get anymore ‘I’m your perfect counter and I’m here to stop you’ moments? No? I’M PISSED. 

I would have also settled for my kween Nejire being there to blast away some ice because who tf else is gonna do it? But eh. 

Dabi will also be trouble depending on what he decides to do. He only has about 3 good ideas a month and he’s used them all up by now so he’s in dumb slut territory as we speak. But you’d think that a villain as widely recognized as Dabi with such a destructive quirk would urge the heroes to have some plan to take him on but?? So far I don’t really see anyone quick to take on the role. Not that it’d be that hard bc he’s dangerous but also dangerously dumb. Where is Inasa. Maybe he can just blast the flames back in Dabi’s face. I love him but at this point he deserves to have some of his rights taken away

Don’t even get me start on Gigantomachia. I get the heroes had little choice except to attack before Shiggy was full-power but just?? NOT having a plan in case by some little chance Gigantomachia DID wake up? You stupid bastards. You absolute fools. I guess there’s not much you CAN do but FUCK y’all just gonna let him SIT THERE? No counter measures? No ‘Let’s execute this incredibly thorough and thought-out plan we’ve spent months formulating to restrain Gigantomachia in case he does end up waking up, because better safe than sorry’? When he tramples like 50 students I bet that shit gonna hurt

I hate it all. I was really happy about seeing Shiggy go off 272 bc he’s a king but after rereading from like, 258 I feel... weird. Maybe this will be resolved with more chapters but. eh. Now that I’ve thought of this, I can’t go back. I miss the brain power that was behind the MLA fight

[laurazepamwrites]

Meihem prompt

Overwatch has a secret Santa and Junkrat's person just so happens to be Mei

Jamison held the semi transluscent stone up to the light, the iridescent rainbow colours shimmering and changing like a kaleidascope as they caught reflections of sunrays, he was so mesmerized he hadnt paid attention to why Lena was visiting him and Roadhog in their quarters.

“Jaaamie? Are you in theere?”

A nudge from Roadhog knocked the Opal out of his hand, sending it skittering lightly across the floor. “The fuck was that for?” Jamison grumbled, reaching down and picking up the precious gemstone. Roadhog gave no reply spare the finger he pointed in Lena’s direction.

“Oh hey Zippy when d’you get ere?” Jamison asked cheerfully.

“Fucks sake..” Muttered Roadhog.

“Welcome back.” She joked. “I was asking if you guys are doing secret santa? We did it before Overwatch disbanded and i thought it would be nice to start the tradition again.”

“Whats er..what do ya do?” Jamison asked, looking mildly perplexed.

“Secret Santa? Everyone puts their name in a hat and pull out a random name for their own. Then you get the person you pulled out a present but you keep it secret. No one knows who got who what.”

“Huh..ok. Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why keep it secret?”

“Its secret santa.”

“Why wouldnt you wanna know who got you what?”

“Its in the name Jamie, its secret santa.”

“Yeah but why wouldnt you-”

“I feel like im explaining this as simply as I can.” Lena said with a hint of frustration to her voice. “Are you doing it or not?”

“Yeah fuck it I’ll do it. Hog?”

Roadhog grunted something indecipherable to Lena’s earsbut Jamie seemed to understand perfectly. “Hogs out, guess that means i’m out too..”

“Really? Why?”

“Well I want Hog so if he’s not playing then-”

“You dont pick who you get!” Lena snapped. “Look..” She ripped a piece of paper from her pocket notebook, scribbled Jamies name on it and shoved it in one of Hanas fluffy hats with a large pom pom on with the other names. She shoved toward Jamie. “Please just pick a name..”

Jamie shoved his hand in, rumbling it around till he grabbed one of the pieces and pulled his hand out, he unfolded the small piece of paper, written in neat cursive handwriting was the name ‘Mei.’

“Oh fuck off I got fucking-!”

“Nope! Nope! Dont say who you got its secret..you gotta keep its secret..Mr Rutledge pleeease get him to keep his mouth shut.”

Roadhog wheezed at her..maybe he was laughing. “Just make sure you have something ready for Friday ok? Its the last day we’re all here before some people head off base for the holidays ok? Thanks boys, Bye!” In a blink she was gone only for her to zip right back into the vacant air she just left. “And nothing that explodes!” And once again she was gone.

“Who’d you get?” Roadhog asked. Jamison slumped back on the couch and sighed in annoyance. “Mei..I got fucking Frosty the cold, snippy, big boobed, grumpy, irritating snowman!”

“Hmph..” Roadhog grunted. “What you getting her then?”

“A big box of fuck all?”

“Nah..try harder.”

“I could smash her bot up and she can put it back together like a jigsaw?”

“Too much.”

“Fucking christ i dont know! I dont know what she even likes, shes just cold. She likes ice and smart stuff and acting all prissy and goody goody and shooting me death glares with those big bambi eyes and pouting with those lips covered in gloss that smells like watermelon but trust me, it dont taste like it!”

“Focus.”

“I am! I have to think about her and what she likes..”

Roadhog snorted with amusement. “Sounds like you’re starting to think about what you like.”

The blush was near spontaneous. “F-Fuck off Hog you fucking cunt.” He shuffled himself further into the couch and began fiddling with the Opal again, he had stared at it a million times before since coming by it on a scavenger run back home. Opals where one of the outbacks most valued natural resources and the land once rich with mines were now heavily depleted, making them that much more valuable. The Junkers traded the precious stones for food, water, parts and weapons so it was curious even to himself that Jamison kept this small jagged shard of soft rainbow coloured stone. What was another night of going malnourished or dehydtrated when he could take this small stupid rock out of his pocket and losing himself for a few minutes in the quietness it provided. As he turned it back and forth his thoughts drifted back to Mei..how their strained relationship was certainly rocky and uneven but also how she..she made things feel quiet In his head and around him yet at the same time the air was charged and heated. She was like this dumb rock..so many facets that made him feel different things and he just wanted to keep it with him and keep looking. He heard Roadhog mutter something but he was too much in his own head and that woman who irritated him to no end was in his head, he turned the stone this way and that and a thought suddenly came into his mind, an impulse. Jamison tossed the stone in the air and caught it as he sprung up from the couch. “Gotta go!”

“Where?”

“Workshop. see ya later!”

                            ---------------------------------------------------

As the evening of Friday approached the occupants of the Gibralter base  where gathered in the large recreation room. Most of the presents had been opened already, (Ifs its got a rabbit on its obviously from you Hana! Its not a secret! You’re wearing a jumper with the same fucking rabbit on!) and only a few of the team remained. “Go on Mei lets see what you got.” Angela prompted her, Jamison was thankful no one noticed him cough on his drink slightly.

“Ok its...Oh! This one!” Mei picked out a small parcel from the pile. “Not a natural gift wrapper.” She joked at the rough wrapping which was mostly tape than paper. After some struggle a small object slipped out, falling into her lap. “Oh!”

“What is it?” Asked Brigitte, trying to shove a hand knitted jumper on one of the stray cats she invited to live with them.

Mei didnt answer for a moment, gazing at the object in her lap, delicatly she picked it up, a thin silver chain with a pendant attached. A pendant made of a beautiful opal, wrapped neatly in wire, smoothed down and shining as it caught the light. “Its...wow.” She breathed. “Its so pretty..Look snowball..it looks like morning light on fresh snow!”

Once again impulse betrayed him. “Youre’ welcome! Cost me a fortune ya know.” Jamison blurted.

“Are you SERIOUS, JAMIE?!” Lena shrieked.

[the-hopeless-haze]

Someone Who, Like it Or Not, Will Want You to Share a Little a Lot

BEING ALIVE Chapter 9

PREVIOUS CHAPTER   

A/N: This is my submission for @thatesqcrush​ kink bingo square praise!kink. Also this chapter went a lot different than I originally planned but it just hit me like a ton of bricks so I hope it’s clear what I’m going for. IDK time to flip the script a little! Also if you saw this posted and disappear it’s because tumblr hates me ok sorry

Content Warning: Smut (ahah) and vague mentions of past abuse (if you’ve been reading the story you know)

Word Count: 5k (sorry lol)

(also how did I never see this gif before fuck me)

“I got you something,” Rafael says. You’re in his office for a lunch break, making sure he eats the salad you’d made for him. Sometimes he still hates you. When you try and shove lettuce down his throat, well, that’s one of those times. But he knows it’s for his own good, like most things you do with him in mind.

“Ooh, we’re doing birthday gifts already?“ you ask, kissing his cheek. "I figured I’d see you later… you’re coming to the restaurant, right? I really don’t think Sonny knows what ‘surprise’ means, but hey. It’s nice of him and the squad.”

“Yes. I know all about it. He hasn’t left me alone for the past two weeks.”

“Nice to know someone cares about me,” you tease, and Rafael rolls his eyes.

“Well, anyway, I figured I’d see you at lunch today, so I brought this one thing with me. I wanted you to wear it tonight. Don’t worry, cariño, you have plenty of other gifts waiting for you at my place.”

“I told you not to go all out. I’m only turning 26. 35 is the next big one.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “35? I thought it was 30?”

"No. I think 30 will be just another one. Everyone makes it a big deal because it ends in a 0, but I don’t think it is. 35 is where the line is crossed. That’s when you’re officially middle-aged,” you say, grinning a little.

“Jesus, so what am I? Ancient?”

“No. You’re still middle-aged,” you giggle. “You’re getting there, though.”

“Mm. Right. Remind me why I spent money on you again?”

“Because…” you drawl, pulling him in by his tie to press your lips to his. And oh, it’s a mesmerizing kiss, like most of them are: one of your hands moves to the back of his head, pulling him in ever closer, and you’re slipping your tongue in his mouth, the acidic tinge of the vinaigrette you had been eating just the jolt he needed to get him to grasp for you. His hands slip under your shirt, earning a gasp from you, but Rafael remembers he’s in his office and the shades aren’t drawn and keeps his hands on your waist. You’re not close enough; you’re never close enough. “That’s why. Right?”

“Right. I forgot,” he snickers, pecking your lips. “Do you want your present or not?”

“Of course, honey.”

So he gets up and pulls out a jewelry box from his desk drawer, taking a deep breath, unsure of why he was so nervous. He smiles awkwardly, walking back over to the table and handing it to you.

“Open it, cariño.”

You do, your hands shaking a little as you unlatch the box, revealing a simple, delicate gold chain with an emerald pendant attached to it. You don’t say anything, your eyes watering as you look up at him.

“Do you not like it?” he asks, cursing himself. He should’ve asked you to pick something else out.

“Rafael, I can’t accept this. How much money was this? I can’t…”

“It doesn’t matter. I bought it for you, and I want you to have it. Do you like it, (y/n)?”

“I love it, Rafael, but it’s too much… I told you not to spend too much.”

Who was counting? He wasn’t above sharing his wealth that he’d worked to accrue. It was nice to be able to give, sometimes, and that was the expectation, wasn’t it? It was your birthday, he was your boyfriend, and he would be damned if he was outdone by anyone on the squad tonight.

"Just let me give this to you. Please,” he says. “And don’t cry.” God, you were always crying. Too much. You were an emotional person, and internalized everything, good or bad. He’d have to talk you out of ways you put yourself down frequently, but lately he’s been finding it hard to be bothered by it, because you’d smile after he smoothed out the knots in your mind, and kiss him like you meant it. “Stand up. Let me put it on.”

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding and getting up. “This is the nicest thing…anyone’s ever bought for me. Don’t think I don’t want it, Rafael, I do, but it’s… I was shocked at first. I don’t want to put you out.”

"Shh,” he says, taking the necklace out of the box and pushing your hair aside. He kisses the back of your neck, placing the necklace on your skin and clasping the hook.

“I like the pendant,” you say, fingering it between your pointer finger and thumb. “It reminds me of your eyes. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it. I’m not in the habit of buying jewelry, really. I never had anyone to buy anything for, so I didn’t know…”

“You have good taste,” you say, turning around and smiling, but then your face falls a little. “But… Rafael… how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long did you live like that? Alone? I mean, after Yelina, did you ever get that close again?”

He sighs, leaning against the table. He doesn’t want to divulge this, but at the same time he feels like he has to share. “There was a man. I was… 35,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “But we didn’t work out. Guess I didn’t get the memo that that’s when I was supposed to have my shit together. And I just… I just gave up after that. I had flings, but never got that close again.”

"Honey, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I was only joking about the middle-age thing—“

Rafael waves his hand dismissively. “It’s fine, (y/n).”

“You sure?”

“Mm,” he says, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Eight years is a long time, though.”

"It is… and if I ever seem distant, I don’t mean to be. I’m just used to being alone.”

“I don’t want you to ever get used to that again, honey,” you say, leaning against the table next to him. “You get used to me being here. Soy tuyo y… eres mio.”

He kisses you then, urgently. God, you were going to start talking to him in Spanish now? Even if all you knew was elementary level, he was a goner.

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on that thought, because Carisi’s knocking on the door. “Sorry to interrupt, Counselor, but I need to borrow the birthday girl,” he says, smiling brightly in that annoying way he always did. “We need her more than you right now.”

"What happened? I told Olivia an hour,” you ask, taking Rafael’s hand in your own as he pulls away from your mouth.

“Yeah, well, you know you can ask for an hour… but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna get it. She told me to come pick you up. We got a lead, and if you wanna get out by dinner…”

You roll your eyes at Sonny, then glance at Rafael. "Looks like I have to cut this short. Bye, honey,” you say, kissing him. “Make sure you eat your salad.”

“Yeah, Barba. Gotta get those greens in,” Carisi chuckles as you both give him a look. “What? It’s cute that you worry about his health. My ma, she’s always on my father about taking his meds, and she cooks for him, makes sure he goes for walks.”

“Well, I can’t have Rafael dying on me,” you say, putting on your coat. “I’d miss him too much.” You flash Rafael a smile, heading out with Carisi’s arm around your shoulder.

Sometimes he still feels a pang in his chest when he sees you with Carisi. Things seemed so easy between the two of you, so simple, like you’d been friends for decades as opposed to the months Carisi had been on the SVU. And Carisi was still annoying, God, the man never shut up about anything, and his off-color comments were more than eyebrow-raising at times. In some ways, Carisi was your work-husband, and Rafael supposes that’s to be expected. Partners got close, maybe even closer than some legal marriages.

Another reason why it was a sham. Right? Just because you didn’t have a ring on your finger or his last name didn’t mean you weren’t close to him.

But you could always be closer. Too close for comfort. Wake up next to him every day, brush your teeth in the bathroom next to him while he shaves, argue with him about not taking the trash out on time or something equally mundane. Sounds like hell. Sounds like monotony. Sounds like settling, maybe more on your part than his.

Because who would be able to marry you and call that settling?

Aside from the fact that marriage was always a risk for settling - because what are the odds you pick the right stranger off the streets of New York to bind yourself to for the rest of your life? Another hundred people were always getting off trains, getting on buses, leaving crowded streets to catch planes into or out of this city.

Rafael, though, he was always staying in the same place.

And, even though it may be insignificant in the grand scheme of things, the fact remains that somewhere on some paper in that precinct, your name is next to Carisi’s, billing you as partners. There was no such record of you and Rafael anywhere, not even a Facebook status. And that? From a legal standpoint, if one wanted to be crude, you two were nothing more than friends who fucked. Even if you did live together (which you didn’t) common law marriage wasn’t legal in New York.

So. Legally, if you went down that convoluted path, maybe you were closer to Carisi.

Rafael isn’t sure what to think about that. He’s over the jealousy; it’s been long enough now that he trusts you not to do anything stupid, and as much as Rafael hates to admit it he believes Carisi’s too set in his morals to even look at you suggestively. But it’s still something to think about, isn’t it?

——

“You look gorgeous,” Rafael whispers in your ear, helping you zip up your dress. You did; clad in a crushed velvet emerald long-sleeve number - yet another thing Rafael shelled out money for - and there’s a sense of pride in seeing it match perfectly with the necklace he’d gifted you earlier. “But I already can’t wait to bring you back here.”

“Mm, is that yet another present, honey?” you ask, pressing back against him. “You’ve really been spoiling me.”

“You’ve been a good girl. You deserve it,” he says, chuckling as you shiver.

“We’re gonna be late. Not nice to tease me,” you pout.

“I’ll make it up to you tenfold. Put your shoes on.”

The restaurant is nicer than Rafael thought the squad would pick out when they mentioned this idea to him a few weeks ago, but he has half a mind that they thought Rafael would help cover most of the bill. Which he did, as expected. Give a little, get a lot. Something like that. Like it or not, he’s dating the birthday girl, and he’s expected to be more giving than usual. By you, too, of course, even if you would never voice that assumption. He couldn’t very well buy himself suits that cost two grand for no reason and justify not spending the same amount or more on you on special occasions.

“Hey, happy birthday! Surprise!” Carisi says as you get to the table.

You roll your eyes at him before hugging him. “You said happy birthday to me, like, what? Twenty times today? It’s not a surprise anymore. But thank you.”

“Hey. Dream team. Had to do something for the best pardna in the world,” he says.

“Well, damn, Barba, you got (y/n) dressing to the nines too, now,” Amanda says when she sees you, smiling and squeezing your shoulder gently. “I feel underdressed now.”

“Nah, you look beautiful, Amanda,” you tell her, grinning back. “Blue’s your color.”

“Green’s definitely yours.”

This is the first time the whole squad has gone out with Rafael present since they found out for certain that the two of you were dating, and Rafael isn’t quite sure what to make of the atmosphere. He still feels excluded as the only lawyer present at a table full of detectives, and he thought maybe a known tie to you would change that, but it doesn’t, not much. Everyone falls into telling stories, and tonight they mostly concern you - but Rafael has none he wants to share even if maybe you expect him to contribute to the conversation.

What could he say that they didn’t already know?

Besides, what the hell did they think about him? He can only imagine what went through their heads once it was confirmed that he was dating you.

Isn’t he a little bit, well… too much of a smartass? Tacky, in the sense that he’s still that same kid from the barrio trying to fit in with the upper-class of New York with expensive suits and a brass ego? Old? Short? Aggressive (maybe more so passively)? Neurotic? Peculiar? Depressing?

God, he’s practically old enough to be your father.

Everyone was always trying to set you up with someone before they knew you weren’t single, whether it be Sonny with his Fordham buddies or Amanda with her men from god-knows-where or even Olivia one time with a sergeant from a different department. Maybe it’s because you’re beautiful, and beautiful people don’t stay single for long (unless, perhaps, if they were surly and standoffish, which you weren’t in the slightest). You’re a charmer, even if you don’t necessarily mean to be. A flirt without quite realizing it, without being too much of a threat. Pleasant to be around. Easy to like. A little shy, a little rough around the edges, a little stoic at first, sure, but that was easily overlooked and if someone put in the time, you were an open book.

It was easy to pity you. Maybe that shouldn’t be how he sees you, but sometimes he just can’t help but feel so damn bad given everything that’s happened to you. And he knows that’s how the squad feels too. Sure, you could handle yourself on your own, but no one wanted to let you. It’s in Olivia’s eyes when she looks at you sympathetically, it’s in Amanda’s hand when she squeezes your shoulder, it’s in Carisi’s insistence on putting himself in harms’ way so you wouldn’t ever have to take the fall: Poor baby. We’re the only tenderness you’ve ever known.

And maybe that’s true, maybe this squad was the only kind of lasting kindness you’d ever been shown. You don’t talk much about your past, and that’s fair, because Rafael doesn’t think there’s much that would be pleasant to recount. After the rape, middle school was difficult for you, as was to be expected, and you didn’t have many friends that stuck around. He’s never heard you say a word about high school, and sure, college was probably a lot better than the hell you’d been through before, but you had no one you kept in contact with from there, not even the woman you mentioned sleeping with before. Maybe life hasn’t handed you all the wrong cards: you’re gorgeous, you’re intelligent, you’re great at your job.

But in the interpersonal sphere, you’re lacking, maybe as sorely as Rafael, and that’s something he never quite thought about until now. You didn’t wear it like he did though, and you still had hope, somehow, whereas Rafael’s supplies of optimism had been used up over the years. Maybe one day you’d run out, too.

Leave it to Rafael to bring the melancholy to a birthday party.

But you wouldn’t bring the squad home; you couldn’t. On the nights you didn’t spend at Rafael’s or the nights he didn’t spend at your apartment, you were as alone as he was. He wonders, did you sit there and stare at the walls, struggle to sleep without him by your side… or did you not care?

“Honey, I was talking about you,” you say, giggling a little, and he feels your hand on his shoulder bring him back to the present. “You’ve been out of it, tonight, huh? Anyway, I was going to ask if you’d tell them about your theatre productions—“

“Oh, Jesus, (y/n), why the hell are you going to bring that shit up?” he asks, feeling a slight blush creep up his neck. “I told you about that in confidence.”

“Oh, come on. It’s cute.”

“Yeah, come on, Barba. She’s the birthday girl. You gotta do what she says,” Carisi chimes in.

Rafael glares at him and sighs. "Fine.”

“Floor is yours, Counselor,” Amanda says, winking. “Maybe you can sing for us, too.”

“Fine. I was in theatre in middle and high school. Happy?” he snaps. He knows he shouldn’t be so mean, and this was trivial, but he could do without the little jabs from the squad and your puppy-dog eyes.

“Why do you have to be like that, Rafi?” you ask. “Come on. Tell them the production in eighth grade.”

“This really means that much to you?“

"Will you just tell the story?” you ask. “No one will make fun of you, honey. I won’t let them.”

“Mm. Right. Well, my school couldn’t get the licensing rights to anything actually good that year for the Christmas musical… so we did A Christmas Peter Pan. It was about as awful as you think it would be.”

“What part did you play?” Olivia asks. Of course she’s the only one at the table who’s not tittering with laughter.

“I didn’t try out soon enough, and they didn’t have any parts left… so I played the crocodile.”

Amanda damn near spits out her drink, and Rafael rolls his eyes as Carisi laughs heartedly and Fin and Nick try and fail to not crack teasing smiles.

“I just really can’t picture that, Barba. Damn,” Carisi says after he calms down. “How bad was the costume?”

“What do you think a middle school theatre department could put together?” Rafael asks, narrowing his eyes. “Anyway. I didn’t have any lines, at least.”

“No, but you had three scary entrances,” you tease, grinning brightly and squeezing his shoulder. “Hey. It was your debut. I can’t wait until I get your mother to show me pictures—“

“Send them to me,” Amanda says. “I’m begging you.”

“I’m going to get my mother to burn that scrapbook before you’re ever in its vicinity,” Rafael mutters, chuckling.

“Aw, come on, honey, don’t be like that. You know I’d never let Amanda see them. Sonny, maybe—“

“Hey!” Amanda interjects while Rafael shoots you a withering look.

“No, I wouldn’t let him see them either. Some things are actually meant to be shared in confidence,” you laugh. “But anyway, Rafael went on to bigger and better things. He played Kenickie in Grease sophomore year, right? And you got the lead senior year?”

“Mm. Nathan Detroit. Guys and Dolls.”

“I have no idea what that is,” Carisi says.

“Of course you don’t,” Rafael retorts.

“It was a big part. He says his mother has a tape of that somewhere—“

“Are you trying to kill me, (y/n)?” Amanda asks exasperatedly. “The knowledge that that’s on film and I’ll never see it?”

“Mm. Deal with it. That’s not the one you wanna make fun of though,” you say. “Rafael can sing. He never will in front of you guys now, but he can.”

Right. Little things he’d shared with you, maybe without even meaning to, and now you could list them off as nonchalantly as if you were talking about yourself. Did any of his ex-lovers ever bother to learn all his amateur theatre roles front to back?

Thankfully, the waitress brings the cake over after a few minutes, saving him from more humiliation, and everyone, even Rafael, obliges and sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to you before you blow out the candles.

“Well, our blessings, (y/n),” Olivia says, grinning.

“Don’t tell your wish or it won’t come true,” Fin chuckles.

“Actually… I didn’t wish for anything,” you say, shrugging.

“What do you mean, you didn’t wish for anything?” Carisi asks.

“Tell, but lie,” Nick says.

“Nah. I’ve got everything I want. Thank you for including me in your thoughts, your lives—“

“Aww. Stay exactly as you are, (y/n),” Carisi says, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “What a sweetheart, huh, Barba?”

“Everyone adores you, (y/n),” Amanda laughs. “What an awful thing.”

Yeah. Everyone did adore you - but you weren’t an unshakable tenant in anyone’s life.

And, come to think of it, neither was Rafael. Rafael was always confused as to why the hell you even approached him all those months ago, flirted with him, got him to buy you dinner… but fuck, it was clear now. You were alone, grasping at straws just like he was. A couple months in the city you dreamed of living in since you were a child provided you with nothing more than acquaintances you worked and occasionally got drunk with, and maybe it was human nature to want more than that.

Yet here you were insisting that you didn’t wish for anything. What the hell? Didn’t you want more than what Rafael was giving you? Shouldn’t you?

Fuck if he knows. He’s not even sure what he wants anymore, never mind what you want.

——

Rafael has never been above sharing his body for someone else’s pleasure. It felt good to give in this regard, and fuck it, if anyone deserved to have a good, healthy sex life it was you.

It had been a long road to get you comfortable - yes, the first time you had sex with him you were more than a willing participant - but he’d notice sometimes when he initiated things, you would space out and become unresponsive. That was absolutely not going to work for him. He’s been prosecuting sex crimes long enough for that to turn his stomach in the worst way. The last thing he’d want is to take advantage of someone who was lying underneath him just because they thought it would appease him, not because they genuinely wanted to be there.

You got mad at him the first time he brought it up; said he was reading too much into things - but eventually you came around and admitted what had made you uncomfortable, what had turned you off, what had made you freeze, and what it came down to was years of trauma that no one had bothered to work through, not even yourself. What started with the rape went on to college boys who wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves and tried to pressure you when you weren’t ready - and you’d never quite learned to say no. You said you didn’t want to share this, didn’t want him to think you were some perpetual victim or that you didn’t enjoy sex - because you had had positive sexual experiences aside from Rafael, obviously - but sometimes all it took was a touch in the wrong place and you shut down. You still had issues here and there, but at least you’d actually fucking talk to him now, which was progress. He would’ve thought for an SVU detective with a psychology degree this wouldn’t be an issue, but maybe it’s how it goes - you put all your energy out there for the victims and you never learn how to unlearn your own toxic thought cycles and behaviors.

Also, Rafael learned, through trial and error, that you liked to be praised. Maybe it was after years of being ashamed of your body and sex, after years of feeling like you were inexperienced because you never met anyone worth having experiences with… but it was almost like you got off on it and Rafael wouldn’t really mind if that was the case. You are a good girl - his good girl - especially now, as he’s sitting at his desk chair in his apartment and you’re riding his thigh, your dress ridden up to your waist. Your lips are kiss-bruised and you’re so wet he can feel you seep through your panties to his dress pants.

Fuck it if you ruined them. Fuck it if you ruined him.

“Yes, good girl, you gonna get off on my thigh, (y/n)?” he asks, his voice low in your ear.

“I don’t know if I can,” you laugh. “Might need some assistance.”

“No, I think you can. Want you to try it. You think you’re close, mi buena chica?”

“Mm, don’t know. I didn’t think I was gonna have to work this hard on my birthday,” you say, leaning down to kiss his mouth. “Don’t you think those hands could be of good use somewhere?”

“Maybe. Where do you want them?“

"Mm, fucking everywhere,” you drawl.

For Rafael, sex was always just fun. Usually, it was better if he knew the person at least a little, but after Yelina, he didn’t care as much and was a little more of a libertine. Sex with you, though; it’s different - it’s a conversation - maybe like it’s supposed to be, sharing what you can’t or what you won’t say with words.

Maybe he should feel more flattered, because you were sharing a lot, too.

Rafael gives you what you want, though, cupping your breasts as he kisses you, murmuring words of encouragement in your ear in between - “Yes, just like that, you can do it, come for me, such a good girl, come on, cariño” - and when you do finally fall apart, he peppers your face with kisses. “See? I told you.”

“Mm. Sometimes you’re right,” you giggle, kissing the side of his mouth. “But I’m not working that hard for the next orgasm.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles.

And you don’t; Rafael brings you over the edge with his tongue and fingers, but you’ve barely come down from your high before he’s on his back, at your mercy instead.

“What are you doing? Didn’t think you wanted to work for it anymore,” he teases as you press kisses on his chest.

“Nah, you’re gonna fuck me, hombre, but I want to do something for you first,” you purr, trailing down lower, lower, lower…

“It’s your birthday–”

“Mm. Yeah. But now I just guaranteed that you have to go down on me on yours,” you giggle. “No. We’re not counting favors here, right? Just let me.”

And you’re so good. You always are, but every time just seems to get better as you learn more of what he likes, what gets him off. He wonders vaguely if he you feel that way too, but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on that as your lips wrap around his cock. “Fuck, so good, (y/n),” he hisses. If he wasn’t almost painfully hard before he definitely is now. “That’s it, oh fuck.”

One of your hands comes to cup his balls gently as your tongue and lips work his cock and it’s hard to remember that you were ever tentative giving him a blowjob before. Maybe that’s the thing about sex; everyone thinks they need experience to be a good lover, but maybe they don’t. Maybe they just need to listen to their partner. Rafael’s slept with people who have slept with countless numbers of people but no one’s ever learned his body like you, and your count was much lower. Granted, Rafael never quite allowed himself this type of vulnerability with anyone else in recent history, either, but it was only fair that if some of your walls came down some of his did as well.

Still, he has to make sure you know that by gasping out praise and encouragement, tangling his hands in your hair, being careful not to pull too harshly. “Fuck, so good at that, sucking my cock so good, se buena, mm, fuck.”

Eventually, though, Rafael can feel that he’s dangering the brink and has to stop you. Switching positions again - you’re on your back for him now - and he’s lining up his cock with your pussy, making sure you’re still good. With your consent, he enters you, groaning softly at finally feeling you wet and warm around his cock.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he grunts as he starts fucking in and out of you, slowly at first.

“I’d hope you think so,” you say.

“Think - no. You are. Fucking gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush a little and he can’t believe you still get flustered when he tells you that. But you are a vision - hair splayed on his pillow, your breasts heaving in tandem with your breath, your skin shining with a slight sheen of perspiration. Yeah. Fucking gorgeous.

And, oh fuck, now you’re clawing at his back, scratching with your nails. A shiver runs down his spine as he fucks into you harder, “That good?”

“Fuck, yeah, Rafael, fuck me,” you whine and he leans down to press a searing kiss to your mouth.

“Mm, so pretty, taking my cock so well, cosita bonita, so good for me,” he rasps in your ear.

You’re meeting him thrust for thrust; the only sounds Rafael can hear is the slap of skin on skin and his heart pounding in his ears as he kisses up and down your neck. “Mm, Rafael, feels so good,” you purr, and yeah, now he can see why you get off on those simple words of encouragement.

It’s not long before the two of you reach your highs and come down, a panting, tangled mess twisted up in his bedsheets. “Mm. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño.”

“Yeah, happy birthday to me,” you laugh, leaning over to snuggle against his chest. “Fuck, I’m exhausted now.”

“Thought I was supposed to be the old one.”

“Like you could go for another round right now.”

“Try me, mujer,” he chuckles. “Shower?”

“In a minute,” you giggle. “Let my heart rate come down a little.”

The two of you lay there in silence, your breathing rates settling while Rafael’s mind sets off to the races again. You were right, earlier, eight years was a fucking long time and it didn’t get any easier to be alone.

It doesn’t get any easier to be with someone, either, though, like when you wake him up too early in the morning and ruin his precious sleep, or when you make snide remarks that ruin his day and bruise his ego or, worst of all, as always: when you see right through him, like the front he puts up just doesn’t exist.

Maybe, though, maybe he’s a masochist because god forbid you leave. Here he was, carving out hours of his precious time; time he used to tell his mother he never had to spare, and sharing it with you. And you wanted him to.

Rafael doesn’t know what the hell to make of that.

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Slipping Through My Fingers - Fifteen

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an: well. 

Lorcan was tinkering with an engine, only half-listening to whatever music Fenrys had chosen for the garage when Ansel rapped on his door, poking her head in. 

“Hey, man, the kids are here,” she said, her grin falling off her lips as he nodded vaguely, hardly hearing her. “Lorcan. Lorcan. Lorcan. Lorcan. Lor–”

“Fucking hell, what do you want, Ans?” he snarled, irritation flashing in his eyes. 

Ansel rose a manicured wine-red brow, glancing over her shoulder before she stepped in and closed the door, leaning back against it. “Excuse you?” He held her stare until he glanced away, shaking his head. “Really? You’re just gonna ignore me?” 

Lorcan cocked his jaw and crossed his arms, decidedly staying silent. 

Ansel sighed and swaggered over to the other stool, sitting down and kicking his foot with hers. “So, uh, Elide took the day off. Apparently she’s been calling in sick the entire week,” she commented, her face impassive as he snapped his head up and breathed in sharply. 

Then, Lorcan shrugged and sniffed, looking down at his hands, “Guess she isn’t feeling well.” 

“Stop it,” Ansel hissed at him, her eyes narrowing, “I went to Aelin’s. I saw her, Lorcan.” 

“Aelin’s?” Lorcan didn’t know that. He didn’t know she was staying with her sister. Rowan hadn’t told him that. 

“Mm-hmm.” 

“Well…” he trailed, unable to figure out what to say. 

“What happened?” 

He shrugged again and muttered something unintelligible, picking at his nails. “We’re just taking a couple weeks, you know. No biggie.” 

“You’re a terrible liar, Lorcan,” Ansel told him, her voice hard. She opened her mouth to say something when the door was slammed open and two ankle biters raced in, yelling at their parents. 

Esther was chattering, as usual, in her mother’s native tongue as Ansel scooped her up and smiled down at her. “J’ai fait un dessin d’un ourson et son maman sur son plâtre.” She pointed over to Kohana’s cast where there was indeed a drawing of a bear cub and its mother. 

“Bien fait, ma chère,” Ansel murmured, brushing back her daughter’s hair and kissing her head as she glared daggers at Lorcan. 

Lorcan rolled his eyes and smiled softly at Kohana, accepting the hug his son offered him. “Hey, kid.” 

“Hi, Dad,” Kohana said, climbing onto his father’s lap and cuddling into his chest. “When do we get to go home?” 

“Soon,” Lorcan promised him, the two of them saying good-bye to Ansel and Esther when they walked out. Kohana stepped down onto the floor, running his hand over his cast. 

“Dad?” 

“Mm-hmm?” Kohana didn’t answer and Lorcan looked up, his eyebrow arched. “K-Man?” 

“…does Ellie need space from me at school, too?” 

“What? No, not at all,” Lorcan said, his heart clenching. “She doesn’t need space from you, she needs space from me. None of it is because of you, ok?” Kohana looked up at him, his eyes big and filled with tears as he sniffled. “Oh, kid, c’mere.” Kohana launched himself into Lorcan’s arms, crying into his shirt. 

“I miss Ellie,” Ko cried, burying his face in his father’s chest. “I didn’t want her to go.” 

All Lorcan could do was hold his son close and kiss the top of his head, whispering soothing words of comfort as he silently cursed himself and all he stood for. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

The rain was coming down heavy as Lorcan slammed his car door shut and jogged around to open up Ko’s. “C’mon, man, we gotta go.” 

“I’m comin’, Dad,” Kohana grumbled, not at all pleased with what they were doing, but they needed groceries and he couldn’t be left at home. The little one refused to move after Lorcan undid his seatbelt, so Lorcan picked him up and walked quickly over to the grocery store. 

“Ko, stay here,” Lorcan said as he put him down, “I’m gonna grab a cart, alright?” 

Kohana didn’t say a word and wandered a couple steps inside the store, pushing his hood back and pulling his braid out. He became fascinated by the way his frog gumboots squeaked on the linoleum and started walking around, staring intensely down at the sound, a happy little grin on his round little face. 

He pattered around in a circle, twisting his feet and giggling gleefully at the resulting sound. He bumped into someone’s legs and reached up, grabbing two of their fingers and staying in place as he moved his boots back and forth. “Dad, look, look at my bo–” 

It was at that moment Kohana looked up and gasped, his heart dropping when he realized the person he’d been talking to and whose hand he’d been holding onto was not his father. 

“Ko?” 

Kohana worriedly turned around and ran back to Lorcan, too upset to feel any sort of joy at the squeaking sound of his boots. “Até,” he cried, ducking behind his father and hiding as he gripped Lorcan’s painter pants tightly with his unbroken arm. 

Lorcan chuckled and looked down at him, fondly stroking his hand over Ko’s head. “Prince, what happened?” 

Kohana just shook his head and carefully peeked out at the stranger before hurriedly looking away again. Lorcan laughed quietly again and picked him up, turning to the other man as his son buried his face in his shoulder, his round cheeks fiercely aflame. “Sorry ‘bout that, man, he’s a little shy sometimes, ain’t that right, K-Man?” 

Again, Kohana didn’t answer and the two adults chuckled. The other man said something and departed, continuing on with his shopping as Lorcan looked at Kohana whilst he lifted his head. “I thought he was you, Daddy. I didn’t mean to.” 

Lorcan smiled softly, his eyes turning gentle as he put Kohana in the cart, “I know, baby. It’s ok, you’re ok, yeah?” 

“Yeah… I’m ok,” Ko whispered, smiling shyly, his cheeks still tinged pink. “I’m very ok, Dad.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide ran through the rain to the grocery store, leaving Aelin in the car to wait. Since they only needed a couple things, it was a one-person job and Elide had lost rock-paper-scissors once again. 

She shook off her hoodie hood, regretting wearing her cotton sweater in the rain. Elide grabbed herself a basket and walked quickly into the store, just wanting to rush home and make dinner with her sister. 

Elide idly perused the aisles, pulling things into her basket and tapping against the handles a random beat, humming low under her breath. Her eyes got caught on the brand of tea she had at home and she almost fell, tripping over her feet. 

Home. It didn’t feel the same anymore, not without him. That was why she’d been staying with Aelin for the past five days. Maybe she was kidding herself by saying that she was just taking time to heal and maybe she was being a coward, but… she just couldn’t care right now. 

It was nice to be with her sister, even if she did feel a little bit bad for kicking Rowan out.

Elide just shook her head to dispel her thoughts as she blinked her tears away and hurriedly exited the aisle, not seeing where she was going as she crashed into somebody’s cart and floundered to keep from falling when whoever it was wrapped their hands around her biceps and righted her. 

Her cheeks were aflame as she stepped away, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and it’s–” her words fell away when she looked up, seeing Kohana sitting in the cart and Lorcan, half a foot away from her. 

Immediately, tears sprung in her eyes and her throat ached. Damn it, she did not want to cry in her local grocery store. Elide backed away further, protectively shielding her basket, though she didn’t know why. 

“Ellie! Hi-hi!” 

“Hey, Kohana,” she breathed, her voice wavering. While she addressed Kohana, she looked at his father, biting the inside of her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. She was not going to cry today. At least, she wasn’t going to cry in the store. Once she was in the car or even outside the store, all bets were off. 

Lorcan bent down and that was when Elide noticed that most of her groceries had fallen to the linoleum floors. He passed her a can of coconut milk and she nearly dropped it again when their fingers brushed and she snatched her hand away, looking at him like he had burned her. He opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first.

“I ca- I can’t- I have to go,” she whispered, waving an unenthusiastic farewell to Kohana as she hurried off, already feeling a tear slip free. Elide rushed through the self-checkout, her head ducked down as more hot tears blurred her vision. 

She hastily paid and didn’t even wait for the machine to spit out her receipt before she ran out to the car, crying as she threw herself into the passenger seat. 

Aelin stared at her with wide eyes as she blubbered and weeped, gesturing vaguely to the store and then to the bag. The blonde just sighed softly and pulled Elide in for a hug over the centre console. “Let’s go home, babes. I’ll cook!” 

That had Elide laughing, albeit tearfully as she sniffled and wiped her eyes, “That’s really sweet of you, but I’d rather see Lorcan than eat your food.” 

“Well, now, that’s just rude.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan slowly closed the door, smiling as Kohana sighed sleepily and cuddled onto his side, hugging his stuffed hippo tightly. Tigger stood watch at the end of his bed, his yellow eyes glowing bright. Fuck, that cat creeped him out. 

He carefully walked downstairs, trying to not let them creak too much. Then, he walked over to the TV cabinet, rifling through the shelf until he located the baby videos of Ko. He popped one of them into the DVD player, standing and crossing over to the couch. He sat down heavily, nervously bouncing his knee up and down. 

With the remote, he pressed play and tossed it to the cushion beside him, running a ragged hand down his face, reaching his other hand up to finger the ring hanging from the chain around his neck. 

His eyes were already burning with tears as the video started. The footage, slightly grainy, was of Essar, rocking a little bundle to and fro as she sang a gentle, seaside melody from her childhood. Her tattooed lips pulled into the happiest grin he’d ever seen as two little hands reached up, patting the ink on her chin and batting the air as the bundle gurgled. 

Then, Essar looked up at the camera, rolling her eyes playfully, “Are you seriously filming right now?” 

Lorcan heard himself laugh and then his younger self appeared in the frame, walking over to the two of them and peering down at the very precious cargo Essar carried. “I like it when you sing, Ess. Prettiest voice in the whole dang world.” 

A soft blush pinked her cheeks and she smiled up at him, laughing when Kohana demanded their attention by waving his fists aggressively. Lorcan laughed as well and pulled the top of the blanket down. “Hey, kid. You’re pretty cute, you know that?” He sat down on the edge of their bed and pulled Essar down onto his thigh, resting his chin on her shoulder and twining his arms around her waist. “You just might be the cutest kid in the world. You wanna know why?” 

Essar answered for their son, leaning back against him as Kohana wrapped his hand around Lorcan’s finger. “Why, o husband of mine?” 

“‘Cause his momma is the most gorgeous girl around and his pops?” Essar turned to look at him, a fake warning in her eyes. “He’s the luckiest man alive.” 

Essar smiled and he pressed a chaste kiss to the skin beneath her jaw. “I love you so fuckin’ much, Essar.” 

“Language,” she chided him, resting her head on his shoulder and gazing down at their child. “I love you too, Lorcan. So fuckin’ much.” 

Lorcan faked an offended gasp and delicately covered Kohana’s ears, “Ms. Tangaroa-Salvaterre! There is a child, an infant in your presence. I am going to have to ask you to,” he dropped his voice into a low hiss, “watch your language, ma’am.” 

“Oh, shut it,” Essar said, smacking his tattooed chest as an upright, grey tail came swishing into view. She saw what her cat was going to do and cried out, “Tigger, no!” just as Tigger, that blasted creature sent from hell, knocked over the camera. 

The screen went black, but Lorcan heard himself sigh and mutter, “I hate that gods-damned cat.” 

Tears were rolling down his cheeks and his breathing was ragged as he pressed his hand against his chest, trying to push his heart back together. He wanted to yell, to scream at his wife, demanding why she had left him, why she hadn’t stayed. 

Logically, he understood Essar had no choice in the matter and the last thing she had ever wanted to do was leave him, leave their little coconut. But still, he couldn’t help but feel cheated, feel like she’d abandoned him. 

The screen went from black to white, then Essar’s giddy face as she toggled with the brightness. Her hair was falling around her face and she pushed it back with her free hand as she held the camera facing towards her and she walked through their shitty little apartment. 

Her eyes looked at something behind the camera, her eyes bright as she pushed open a door and creeped in, biting her tattooed lip before she turned the camera to show what she was so amused by. 

It was him, dead asleep and sprawled across their bed on his back, but cradled on his chest was Kohana. He was so itty bitty compared to Lorcan as they snoozed. 

Real-time Lorcan smiled through his silent tears as baby Ko stretched out, his little fists stretching all the way up before he settled back down. “It’s kinda creepy of you to stand there and film us, Ess,” Lorcan commented without opening his eyes, rubbing Kohana’s back when he squirmed and whimpered, kicking his footie-pajama feet out. 

“It’s noon, babe, why are you asleep?” 

“Well, you were studying all night and I had the distinct pleasure of soothing your screaming son back to sleep four times,” he said, utter exhaustion in his voice. He held out his hand for her and Essar put the camera down, not bothering to stop recording as she pranced over to the mattress and eased down beside them both, curling into Lorcan’s side. 

“Why is he my son when he does the things you don’t like,” she muttered, resting her hand on the back of Kohana’s head, softly rubbing her thumb over his soft hair. “He’s half you, you know.” 

“Oh, don’t fret, my darling, I know. Never forgot it,” he whispered. “You gave me my dream.” 

“Your dream?” 

“Mm-hmm,” Lorcan hummed, not once opening his eyes. “You and Ko - that’s all I need.” 

The video faded out and he supposed the next one began, and the one after that, because the next thing he saw was the TV shutting itself off. Then, he heard two little feet padding down the stairs, the sound of soft paws accompanying them. 

“Até?” 

Lorcan looked over his shoulder at Kohana, who was half-hiding behind the staircase banister. Tigger stood, ever watchful, on the step below him, his head poking through two balusters. 

“Até, can I come down, please?” 

He nodded and wiped his cheeks, “Always, coconut.” Kohana smiled and hurried down the stairs, racing over to him. He sat on the cushion beside Lorcan, dragging Tigger up into his lap. 

Kohana’s eyes went wide as the moonlight cutting through their windows made the tear tracks on Lorcan’s face shine silver. “Are you crying?” 

“Mm-hmm.” 

“Why?” 

“Remember last week, when you hurt your arm and we were at the hospital?” 

Kohana nodded vigorously, gesturing to upstairs, “Yeah! I got a stuffy and some candies. My stuffy was a bear, but the one I got for Essie was a shark ‘cause she likes sharks.” He became quiet and still as Tigger slinked out from his hold. Slowly, Kohana shifted so he had his head against the cat’s side. “But… Ellie left. She didn’t say bye-bye to me.” 

Lorcan sighed heavily, picking at the skin around his thumb. “Well… yeah. I know. That’s ‘cause I said some mean things to Ellie and she needed a break.” 

“Why did you say mean things?”

He exhaled slowly and looked at Kohana’s cast, covered in idle doodles, no doubt Esther or Fenrys’ handiwork. Ko wouldn’t let anyone else get close to him like that and the others claimed they were above such silliness. “I was scared, prince, and sometimes, when we’re scared, we say mean things. I told her she did something wrong.”

“But Ellie didn’t do something wrong,” Kohana said quietly, cuddling into Lorcan’s side. 

Lorcan hugged his son, “I know that. Now. But I didn’t know that earlier.”

Kohana hummed and they sat in silence for a bit until he spoke up again, “Did you say sorry? I think you should say sorry.” 

Huffing a laugh, Lorcan looked down at his kid’s head, brushing back his wild hair. “Maybe I’ll try that, kid.” Kohana nodded, as if he had solved all the problems and like adults were so stupid sometimes. “When’d you get so wise, K-Man?” 

“I’m in school now. Big boy means big brain.” 

Well, that pretty much said it all, he supposed. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

When Lorcan walked into work the next day, Malakai gave him a weird look from behind the front desk. “Why’re you here?” 

“Um… I work here? I think you’re getting a lil old, pops.” 

Malakai glared and stood up, walking over to him, “I know you work here, boyo. Rowan and Fenrys told me you were taking the day off.” 

Lorcan scrunched his brow in confusion, tilting his head to the side. He opened his mouth to reply just as someone tapped his shoulder and he turned around to see Rowan standing there, an unimpressed look on his face. “You ready?” 

“For what? The fuck is happening, man?” 

“Get in the car,” was all Rowan said, jerking his thumb to his car waiting by the curb. 

Lorcan could see he didn’t exactly have a choice and sighed as they walked over and got in. Rowan didn’t say a word as he turned on the ignition and pulled away from the curb, driving down the street. “Really? You’re not gonna tell me where we’re going?” 

“Shut up.” 

He clenched his jaw and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring out the windshield as they continued on. Neither said a word. 

It was only a couple minutes later that Rowan parked in front of the boxing gym they frequented and told Lorcan to get out and get his bag from the trunk. 

“What bag?” 

“Just get it.” 

Murder is bad, you can’t see your kid in prison, murder is bad, you can’t see your kid in prison, murder is bad, he recited silently as he popped the trunk and pulled out his gym bag, not even going to ask how Rowan got it. 

They signed in and went into the changing rooms, efficiently getting dressed and heading out into the gym. 

Lorcan put up his hair as Rowan signed out a ring for them and then they both wrapped their hands. Rowan still hadn’t told him what they were doing. 

His green-eyed brother was already waiting as Lorcan ducked under the ropes, bouncing on his toes. “So, you finally gonna tell me what we’re doing?” 

“You haven’t seen Elide in… what, a week now? You need to fight, ‘cause I know you aren’t gonna talk,” Rowan said, holding up his fists and nodding at Lorcan to do the same. 

He did and they bumped their knuckles before assuming their positions. 

The brothers exchanged a few casual shots, easy ones to get them warmed up. Then, Rowan nailed in him the ribs with a wicked left hook and Lorcan hissed through the pain, glaring at Rowan. “Man, the fuck?” 

Rowan just glared back and upped his game, raining quick and hard shots down upon him. Usually, Lorcan would’ve blocked them effortlessly and returned with his own, but he just couldn’t keep up. Eventually, after Rowan hit the same spot on his ribs, Lorcan flipped, shoving him back, “Fucking stop, Ro! Just stop.” He shook his head and looked down as he started unwrapping his hands, but they just got tangled up in his distress and he swore low. “Fuck this.” 

He finally got it and threw them to the ground, dragging his hands through his hair. “I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I?” 

“Yeah. You did,” Rowan said, pushing him out of the ring and to the nearest bench. 

Lorcan braced his forearms against his thighs and dropped his head, “It was going perfect, alright? And then I just… I pushed her out.” He sniffed and bounced his knee up and down, unable to stop it. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Rowan scoffed, “Nothing’s wrong with you, it’s just your stupid brain being a dick. You got scared, man.” He slung his arm around Lorcan’s neck, pulling the dark haired man into his side and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “But this radio silence or whatever the fuck y’all are doing isn’t helping. You need to call her, L.”

Lorcan stayed silent and Rowan went on to add, “If you give her up, if you won’t even make an effort to keep her, then you’ll hate yourself for the rest of your life, man. I have, not once in the past four years, seen you smile like you smile around Elide.” Lorcan glanced at Rowan, obsidian eyes meeting ones of pine. “She isn’t gonna wait around for you to get your shit together. So either fix shit with her, or let her go. But you can’t keep dragging her along and acting like you guys are just done after a fight.” 

“Ok, it wasn’t a fight, I said some–” 

“I know what you said and I’ve had to physically restrain my girlfriend from jumping you, so call your girl. Say you’re sorry. Tell her you love her. Just stop being a little bitch boy.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“No, I said fuck you.” 

“No, I said fuck you.” 

“Stop copying me.” 

“Stop copying me.” 

“I’m gonna fucking stab you in your sleep.” 

“I’m gonna fucking stab you in your sleep.” 

“Stop it.” 

“Stop it.” 

“You’re a fucking child, Rowan.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan said a quick good-bye to Kohana and Rowan, who had decided it was time for Ko to have another sleepover with his favourite uncle. The kid was beyond excited, his body practically buzzing in the backseat of Rowan’s car. 

Walking back inside, Lorcan shut the door and moved to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island. He took his phone out of his pocket and tossed it on the island top, unlocking it and clicking on the phone app. 

He stared at Elide’s contact for a long, long time before pressing on her number. Lorcan’s heart was in his throat as he held it to his ear and bit his thumbnail, hearing it ring three times. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey. It’s… me.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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