#left lane and he asked why i was in the fast lane (this was in town not a highway or anything) and i said.

[pinkpeachesandcream]

i looked it up and it IS ‘agoraphobia,’ i just had thought that word meant fear of crowds/crowded spaces

“The person's home becomes their ‘safe zone’”

[thinkingotherwise]

Hello! Just a girly obsessed with Umemiya, requesting a scenario where he thinks reader and him are dating but he didn’t officially ask. A little bit of panic happens before he realizes his mistake 😆🥹🩵 (any levels of spicy 😆) 🙏🏼

Cute, it's like dating but not really.

Hajime is a little chaotic in this and acts before thinking.

Hajime Umemiya x reader

A little spoiler to Hajime's backstory, not much he just wants to introduce you to his family.

- Umemiya's touch was more frequent, you noticed recently. It was surprising but you didn't mind it at all. - It brought you a sense of relief even if you felt warm whenever it happened. - Of course, your mind searched for the source of what exactly brought this new wave of touchiness. - You remembered it all started during the latest BBQ party that the Bofurin Leader organized and you helped, as usual. - Yet you couldn't recall the specific moment that could bring it, that could deepen your relationship with him. - So you went with it. The fact that you had a crush on him might have been an additional reason.

- But then he asked you to visit his old orphanage together and oh dear, if you knew what it would entail. - You agreed, why wouldn't you when he smiled at you like that with eyes full of excitement? - You walked with him up to the front doors voicing how nervous you were to meet such important people in his life. - "Don't worry, I'm sure they'd love you, I know I do." - He said and that made your mind blank. Did you hear him correctly just now? - Noticing your absentminded stare he thought you were really anxious, so he stepped closer placing his hand on your cheek before connecting your lips together. - Okay, now saying you were confused would be an understatement. - Your brain shut off as you let his lips move against yours. You felt your blood pumping rapidly as warmth spread all over your body. - Then he pulled away sending you his pretty smile and your eyes moved frantically over his features. Your mouth opened as you breathed heavily trying to calm yourself. - "What was-" - You were cut off as Hajime brushed your cheek before letting his hand fall to grip yours. - "You're gonna do well. Don't worry." - His voice was calm and comforting, complete opposite to how you were feeling right now. - Everything happened way too fast for you to catch up. First, he saying he loved you, kissing you, and now the front door opened showing some kids as they cheered seeing Hajime. - An older man appeared behind the group and you felt as if you were about to get a heart attack when Hajime's next words left his mouth. - "Hello guys, as promised, I brought my partner with me. That's (Y/n), be nice to them." - This man, he really wanted to put you in hospital with his unpredictable behavior. - "Ex-excuse me?" - You questioned your hand tightening around Hajime as he still held it. - The older man brought the kids back inside and motioned for you two to join them. Yet you didn't move. - Your hand pulled on Bofurin leader's as you finally collected some confidence to question him. - "Hajime, what is this all about? We're not dating, are we?" - You asked with wide eyes questioning even yourself, if maybe you forgot about something. Did you have some short-term memory loss? - His head tilted to the side as his eyes looked at you disoriented. - "We are, aren't we?" - He questioned back. - And now both of you stood, in front of his orphanage with doors open wide, frozen in place instead of entering. - "Since when?" - You tried to remember when it did happen, was it why he was more touchy with you recently because he thought you were going out? - "Umm.. since the BBQ." - He replied his voice losing its volume, but as he stood close to you, you heard him perfectly well. - "I confessed to you and you reciprocated my feelings." - He added and you went back the memory lane to the day.

- In your mind, it seemed like a normal conversation, well slightly normal as you certainly remembered him saying he liked you in front of everyone, but he did so with others as well and you thought he meant it in a friendly way, so you replied that you liked him too. - You described the memory to him and watched as his mouth opened wide and his ears colored red. - He covered his mouth with his hand and turned away from you as he gasped when reality crashed into him. - Why? Well, he remembered the moment a little differently. - He was looking at you, enchanted by your smile, so much so that he didn't realize that instead of saying things out loud he was thinking them inside his head. In his mind, he confessed all of feelings to you before finally voicing out a short 'I like you'. Which honestly, was supposed to sum up all of his confession but how could it make sense for you when you couldn't read his mind? - So when he heard you saying you also like him, he immediately thought you also shared the same deep feelings he did and that meant you were together.

- The realization appeared in his eyes as he slowly turned to you, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked so apologetic. - "I'm so sorry. Oh my God.. I really apologize I-" - His voice cut as he recalled the last minutes and what he did as well as his previous actions that must have made you uncomfortable, in his opinion. - His knees bent as he kneeled in front of you head bowed down. - You gasped in surprise and embarrassment as he apologized to you. - Your hand moved to grab his biceps as you tried to pick him up from the ground, your eyes darting behind him to the open doors trying to see if someone was watching. But when you found no one you pulled on his arm and he finally stood up. - "I really am sorry, I'll tell everyone at the orphanage that you're my friend and explain it." - He rambled on and you covered his mouth to make him listen to you. - "Umm I really was surprised and confused when you did all that." - You waved your hand as you started talking. Flustered like never but also a little amused at the fact that he confessed to you in his head. - "But I really didn't mind when you became closer. I mean, I do like you, like as more than just a friend but it would be nice to know we were actually dating." - A small smile appeared on your face and Hajime slowly became more relieved seeing that you didn't mind his actions as much as he thought you would. - "So if you still want to, we can make it a reality and this time confess out loud." - His head moved rapidly nodding at your words as he grabbed your hand and pulled it away from his mouth. - "Yes, sure. Of course, I really liked the thought of dating you and the last days when I thought we did." - He replied excitedly before pulling you into a hug which you reciprocated. - That was until the old man that was leading the orphanage appeared at the doors again asking if you were going to join them or would you just stand outside. - You smiled at him, more confident, now that you cleared things up with Hajime, before walking into the building with your new boyfriend following after you.

[marcsburnerphone]

Wish to make up

Captain John price x f!reader

Summary:being johns’ wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.

Warnings: angst,(hurt/comfort, 141 task force loves you, price is full of guilt, reader is struggling to process her feelings, they makeup

Finally a part three.

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You woke with heavy arms draped around your waist. The memory of falling asleep is nonexistent just like your want to continue to lay here. You’re frustrated and still deprived of sleep and it’s all because of the man laying happily beside you. With dainty hands you carefully lift his arm and slip out of bed setting it right beside him. Tip toeing out of the bedroom without waking him was light work, what wouldn’t be light work is getting into your car and driving to your best friend's house which also happened to be Gaz’s sister. Were you making this a bigger deal than what it should be, maybe? But are you going to manipulate yourself into acting like it doesn’t hurt, no? Time and space is what your mind was chanting. Maybe that’s what it would take cause he apologized already, even left base to do so but still that icky feeling that sticks to your heart like honey is becoming like a second tissue. With keys in your hand and house slippers on, you make your way to the door confident that you’ll be fast enough.

“Where are you going?” Confidence isn’t always key.

“I- I um I’m going to lanes.” You say turning to face him at the end of the hallway.

“Why?” It’s blunt and laced with pure confusion.

“Cause I want to.” Your eyebrows creased at the obvious answer.

“You never leave when I come home.” His eyes don’t look away from yours for a second, you're actually not even sure if he’s blinked in the past two awkward minutes.

“Well John, the circumstances on this arrival are very different.” He hums in response waiting for you to say more but when you don’t he continues.

“What can I do?” He asks exasperated.

“What?” It’s your turn to return that same energy.

“I'm not sure what I can do further than apologize and come home to show you I’m truly sorry for my actions so now I’m asking what more can I do?” He looks more slouchy than usual, actually than ever John usually holds his head high and his shoulder back right now he just looks tired.

“I just need some space John and time cause I too don’t know what you can do.” Those words shred him apart. He finally looks away and to the side door that leads into the patio.

“Just a little till I calm down or something.” You're trying to make it sound a little less heavy.

“Or something? So should I leave then.” He’s anxiously chewing on his lower lip, something you’ve cursed him for in the past.

“If you’d like but this is your home also.” He laughs and it’s absent of humor.

“How long?” He asks.

“How long?” You return his question confused.

“How much time and space are you asking of me?”

“I’m not sure?” Truthfully you weren’t.

“For fucks sake my love.” He whispers and it’s killing him.

“We’ve just never been in this position before so it’s new and confusing and I’m angry but I love you but it hurts and it’s so unlike you to make me feel this way so I’m sorry but this is the consequence of your own actions and I won’t be the one to apologize, now can you please move your car cause I’ve just noticed your blocking me in.” You couldn’t have even left if you wanted. Oh does god have his ways of working.

He silently walks past you grabbing his keys off the rack by the door and swiftly gets into his car, starting it and backs up signaling for you to exit. You’re now sitting in your car starting it wondering if this is how you should be handling this. But nonetheless you leave and he pulls into your spot. When you get home you figure then you’ll have your thoughts pulled together and you’ll work it out like you know you can.

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“Lane but you don’t understand he yelled at me like I wasn’t his wife or any respected person.” It’s been an entire hour of you crying then getting angry at the whole situation again to your poor friend.

“And has he ever done it before in the past three-four years?” Her eyebrow is raised but her tone is soft.

“No but that’s not the point; he's done it now.” The sass in your tone makes her smile.

“Did he apologize?”

“Yes.” You say bluntly.

“So you're punishing him for losing his cool, which he is wrong for but then he apologized and if I remember this right he also came to apologize in person and he’s never done this before.” She’s simply stating facts.

“Well when you put it like that.” You whisper looking out of the open window.

“You're not looking at the bigger picture. I’ve been married, divorced and now remarried. And what I’ve learned from it is love and marriage is a gift but hard fucking work.”

“You had a first husband?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah ages before Dan, his name was Lucas and he was my first love. He was an angry man though I was always doing something wrong in his eyes and all hell broke loose when he was upset. I don’t think he ever once apologized for it though, I did though every single time.” You can tell but the creases between her brows still hurt from it.

“I’m so sorry.” Your worries probably look so stupid in her eyes.

“Dan and I have gotten into it before and it was his fault, something similar to your situation. I had accidentally spilled coffee on his work desk one late night when I brought it to him, it soiled some papers and he lost it. I worried that I was dating Lucas number two till I saw the look in his eyes when all was said and done. He looked devastated, I mean absolutely torn. He apologized immediately and cleaned up the mess he apologizes to this day for it. Sometimes all people can do is apologize because words can’t be taken back but trust can be rebuilt and we love them so much that forgiveness is the only option to moving forward.”

You hum and smile at her warm gaze that’s now laid upon you.

“Do you ever get scared he’ll do it again?”

“No and even if he does I know his heart. We’re human for Christ's sake. I've also said some hurtful things to him when I was stressed. But we know each other and don’t take it in vain.”

The pause in silence is carried in like a warm breeze as you sit and let her words soak in.

“Now if John does it again I’ll kick his ass.” It’s sincere.

You laugh with your entire being at that cause Lane has always kept her word.

“Well in that case I guess I can forgive him.”

“He loves you darling. I’ve known John Price since Gaz first introduced me to him maybe 8 years ago and that man has never looked at or loved someone as gently as he loves you.”

“Was I foolish to make such a big deal out of it?”

She laughs

“No, I cried for a whole night non stop when Dan yelled at me and that whole night he was the one to hold and comfort me. I even told him to just leave to pack up and go but he stayed and was patient and caring and that’s when I knew that man is my forever.”

“John held me this evening while I slept. He actually didn’t want me to leave but still moved his car when I asked so I could go.”

“That man wouldn’t stop you from doing what you wanted even if it’d hurt him.”

“I should go home now, Thankyou for listening to me. I'll come by tomorrow and tell you how it went.”

“Okay honey you get home safe.”

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On the drive home you just let yourself think. Think of all the times you’ve given John attitude and even the time you’d called him a stupid wanker when he accidentally threw your expensive facial cream that he’d bought away and how he’d taken it with a grain of salt and got you a new one. How the one time you’d scraped the side of his brand new truck and cried to him while explaining what happened and he’d laughed and gotten it repainted the next morning. You’d thought about how so perfect your husband has been, so perfect that you forgot he could be human.

When you pulled into the driveway your heart dropped at the sight of his empty Parking spot. Had he really left? I mean sure your invitation to stay wasn’t so welcoming.

You put your car in park and cried. Cried at how he hurt you and did the only thing he could which was apologize then you cried at how he left all because you basically implied that that is what you wanted and cried about how much you just wanted him to hold you now.

Your car got too cold to sit in so you made your way to the door and inside, unsurprisingly John turned the heater on for you. A cup of tea would surely soothe the hurt.

You sat at the kitchen island sipping from the mug you’d hoped would cure the heavy feeling in your chest. He didn’t even leave a note or a text but then again you told him you needed space.

Lost in thought your forehead pressed to the cold counter, tears slipping mindlessly from your eyes the sound of keys jangling by the door made your head perk up.

Heavy footsteps made their way towards the kitchen when no other than your husband walked in carrying two grocery bags.

“John.” You blinked so heavily relieved at the sight of him.

“Jesus love you scared me.” He doesn’t jump or give any indication that you’d scared him other than the words.

“You didn’t leave.” Your bottom lip quivers and you beg for the tears to stay in your eyeballs.

“Have I ever left without saying goodbye?” He says, setting the bags down and slowly approaching you with caution and softly cupping your face.

You said no more and leant into his strong chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you pulling you in tight. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as a warm scruffy kiss was planted on your temple.

After what felt like forever you parted from him and looked silently into his eyes.

“My love I’m desperately sorry, I’ll say it for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes I just-”

“I know.” You cut him off and caress his cheek lightly as he turns his head planting a kiss to your palm.

“You don’t have to forgive me.” He assures you.

You pull him towards you urging him to kiss you. He complies with no complaints and when your lips meet it's like every speck of worry in this universe fades to none.

“Lane has a way with words I can assume, just like her brother.” John mutters when you pull apart. You laugh and lean your head onto his chest just a bit below his heart listening to the soothing rhythm of it. He sways the two of you side to side and somehow he makes it feel like the earth spins just for you

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The holidays have been rough and oh god am I exhausted but nonetheless I can’t Thankyou enough for reading, commenting and showing me an unbelievable amount of support my heart is with you guys.

Comments and reposts are always appreciated <3

@floffytofu @fictionallifestuff

[samoankpoper21]

JJK Men as Passenger Princesses

IMAGE CTTO!!

Summary: Their car is in the shop and have no means of getting around until you offer to be their personal uber driver for the day. It strikes them that they've never seen you behind the wheel before, always opting to pick you up. What kind of chaos will ensue?

A/N: In California there's an unspoken rule where a yellow light translates to green 🤣 Don't ask me why 🤣 Also I do not condone/endorse speeding or reckless driving but my dad swears I am a reckless driver 🥲 As always the reader is a chubby!/POC! reader~! Enjoy~!!

Gojo Satoru: "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiii babe," leaning over he pecks your cheek, rubbing his hands up and down the length of his thighs. He's giddy with anticipation: this is the first time he's ever seen you drive! "Got your seatbelt on?"

"Of course." Putting the car in drive you slowly peel away from his apartment complex easing into traffic as conversation ebbed and flowed like water. He hadn't realized how relaxed he was until you put your hand on his thigh smirking. Jokingly he peels your hand away from his thigh throwing it back to you. "Excuse me! I am not some hussy where you can easily put your hands where your please."

"Breh really?"

"Don't 'breh' me. I am a princess today." Giggling you ask, "Well princess what do you feel like eating? I'm starving."

"I don't know you pick."

"No because every time I pick you disagree with it so where do you want to eat?"

"Are YOU part of the menu?"

"I meant food babe sheesh."

"I can't help it if you're sitting there looking like the finest chocolate pudding I've ever seen."

"Ew what," you giggle. "We're going to In-N-Out that's final." With Target being the last stop you pull into his parking spot where Satoru was going to instruct you to pull in but you surprised him when you put the gear in reverse, one hand on the back of his headrest, the other on the wheel reversing perfectly into the designated area. Putting the car in park you look at him scowling and say, "Alright baby let's-"

"Who the fuck are you fucking besides me?"

"Excuse me?!"

"How did you learn how to reverse perfectly like that? Is it Nanami? He's the only one I know who reverses like that?"

"Breh really?" 🤦🏽‍♀️

Kento Nanami: Nervous was the last adjective he would use to describe the nerves that were running through him at the moment. Anxious? Most accurate. He has never once been a passenger, always opting to give you the princess treatment regardless of his fatigue. "Come oooonnnn Nanamiiiiiiiii let me do this for you. It's the least I can do since you're always driving us around." Sighing in defeat he reluctantly agreed leading him to his current predicament; you zooming on the freeway as he gripped your door handle. Glancing over he watched your right hand on the wheel, the left propped up on the window sill holding your tilted head when it dawned on him that you were unaware of how fast you were actually going. This is how she normally drives?? Would he describe you as reckless? Slightly. No regards to anyone's life except your one? Leaning toward it. "Darling," he hisses out through gritted teeth.

"Yeah?"

"You do realize the speed limit is 65 right?"

"Yeah why?" Looking to your speedometer you gasp out, "Oh shit!" you were pulling 90 and not a cop car in sight. You sheepishly glance in his direction and say, "At least we didn't get pulled over."

Geto Suguru: Having the music low enough as to not disturb Nanako and Mimiko you and Suguru chatted quietly about all types of random topics. Being stuck in traffic always brought out the worst in every human and today was no exception. Bumper to bumper there was finally a break as the line of cars started flowing. "Finally." you huff out. As you pressed on the gas to accelerate a bit more a car cut in front of you jumping to the next lane over making you stomp on your brakes. "Mother-!"

"Babe the girls."

"That doesn't give him the right to drive like a maniac!"

"I'm just glad that we're all safe." At the top of your lungs you yell out while pointing at them, "You're lucky I have my kids in the car with me!"

"Babe the windows are rolled up." 🤦🏽‍♀️

Choso: "Babe is it alright if the kids come along?"

"Yuji, Megs, and Nobara?"

"Yes, they won't stop hounding me about watching you drive."

"Y'all need to chill" you laugh out speaking into the steering wheel. "Y'all make it seem like me driving is on the same level of the Mona Lisa."

"Well it kinda is."

"And who's fault is that? Every time I offer to meet you at whatever location you refuse saying and I quote, 'You're a princess and deserve to be treated like one.'"

"But you are."

"Cho," you squeal. "That's beside the point." Chuckling you couldn't help but blush at the deep timbre of his voice. "Well get the kids ready. I'm 5 minutes out."

"Ok. See you in a bit. Be safe."

"Always."

Pulling in front of the Itaodri house you found a lone, pale figure with a scar spreckled across his cheek surrounded by 2 overhype teens, one silently judging them. Rolling your window down youyell out, "Uber for Choso and co?"

"Here, here, here!" Yuji yells back. Parking the car you unlock the doors telling them to squeeze in the back, Choso sliding in beside you kissing your cheek. "Hi babe." the baritone in his voice making you internally shiver.

"Hi handsome. So where we off to?"

"Groceries, game stop for Megs, Target for Nobara, and maybe a gym store. Yuji wants some boxing gloves."

"Okay. But y'all better not judge me." Rolling her eyes Nobara asks, "Why would we judge you?" Offering her a sheepish grin while eyeing her in the rear view you answer, "I play my music real loud, sometimes have my own concerts and it's on shuffle." Dismissing your answer with a wave of her hand she retorts, "Please. Your shuffle can't be that bad."

"I listen to everything."

"Said by everyone." The drive to Target was approximately 20 minutes; within those 20 minutes your passengers went through a range of emotions: ready to fight (Set It Off - Lil Kayla), paying tribute to a late grandmother (Helena), felt like they were part of a rave (rampage), lost in translation twice (SKZ and a Samoan song), rapped along to Ice Cube, and finally belting out Keyshia Cole's Love. Parking the car you shut it off taking in your passengers. "Wow," Nobara breaks the silence. "You really do listen to everything." Laughing you look to Choso who quietly says, "You should sing to me more often."

Toji Fushiguro: "You're not gonna make it."

"Oh so you're doubting me now?"

"Look doll I've been driving longer than you have."

"Longer driving experience doesn't equate to greatness." You were doing 50MPH in a 35MPH trying to get to the green light before it turns yellow. The problem? You would need to make a wide left turn to continue about your ways. Stomping your foot on the gas the light turned yellow. "Y/N!" Toji hissed. Smirking you crossed the thresh hold while the light remained yellow; easing a bit you flicked the steering wheel to the left lifting off the throttle making the car careen smoothly into the lane. Quickly and simultaneously releasing the throttle and straightening the angle of your wheel you continued smooth sailing. A beat of silence passed before Toji huffed out, "That. was. FUCKING AWESOME! Where did you learn that babe?"

"Fuck you dawg you thought I wouldn't make it."

"Fuck babe that just turned me on so bad." Giggling you flick your head ahead. "There's an abandoned alleyway straight ahead. You can put that doubtful mouth to use."

"Yes ma'am."

Ryomen Sukuna: 3PM - 5PM on a weekday is practically the cursed time for anyone operating a vehicle: school buses fill the roads, drivers are trying to maneuver around other cars by any means necessary, taking short cuts or trying to wedge themselves into cramped spaces, horns blaring. Offering to take Sukuna to run his errands you now found yourself stuck bumper to bumper with rapper Mozzy playing in the background. You pressed on the gas inching forward a little when a tan colored mini coup cut you off, making you slam on your brakes and begin to fervently press your horn. Rolling down your window you yell out, "Don't know how to fucking signal asshole?! Use your fucking eyes next time!" You swerve into the left lane where you manage to pass the mini coup flipping the driver off in the process. Stunned Sukuna bellows out, "Remind me to never drive in front of you."

"Oh so you were thinking 'bout leaving huh? Because if you are I swear to god I will drive this car into incoming traffic and we both gon' be goners, how 'bout that?"

"Jesus chirst woman where did you even get that logic?! You're insane!"

"Okay and? You love my insane ass." Smirking he clasps your thigh squeezing it in agreement. "Damn straight I do."

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two

I want to see Max. Billy says it the second they all leave.

Eddie sighs, but makes no attempt to fight it. He pulls the covers back and carefully, slowly, climbs out of bed. His feet are chilly on the linoleum, but socks would be slippery and Eddie just can't risk it, if he falls and busts his ass it could be catastrophic – not that he’d be able to bend to put socks on anyway. Steve has left him a worn old zip up hoodie on the chair – rescued from the trailer – so Eddie grabs that and slips it on, even though it hurts to put his arms back like that, it’s worth it for their chilly journey along the hall. Steve’s already told him that Max is only two doors down, so at least it’s not far. Well, it shouldn’t be that far, but actually it feels like fucking miles and takes what feels like twenty minutes for Eddie to shuffle along the hallway.

Conveniently her name is scribbled on a little board hanging outside her room.

Ready?

Ready.

Eddie opens the door.

Max is lying in bed, the bed is sat up a little, but not much. Below the covers, the casts on her legs look bulky. The ones on her arms sit on top of the covers, her fingers poking out the ends. The kids have drawn all over them.

She turns her head to look at the door. Must have heard them come in.

Something wells up inside Eddie, and he knows it’s Billy, such a strong sense of loss, of longing, relief, it’s a physical weight.

Hi, shitbird. “Hi, shitbird.”

Max makes a noise, tries to sit up, asks desperately, “Billy??” Eddie’s frozen there, for a second, watching as Max tries to struggle up, a lump caught in his throat. She’s blinking, her eyes as white as Chrissie’s were, “Billy please!”

“No, it’s Eddie...but also kind of yes, it’s Billy.”

Eddie closes the door and shuffles across the room, sits down next to Max.

“This is weird.”

No shit. “No shit.”

Max giggles, and Eddie can’t help but laugh with her.

She goes sombre for a second then, “I’m really sorry about the Camaro.”

I completely forgot about the stupid car. Errr...fucking tell her she can pay me back for it. Once she’s up off her ass and gets herself a job.

“He says don’t worry about the car, it doesn’t matter.”

Traitor.

Max snorts, “he definitely didn’t say that.”

Billy snorts a laugh. Uhm, hey, could you ask her...ask her hows Susan? And...Neil?

“He’s asking about Susan and Neil.”

“Oh. Well, after you died they started fighting even more and then eventually, Neil fucked off. They’re divorced now. Had to move out of the place on Cherry Lane. We’re Eddie’s neighbors now.”

She’s better off without him.

I’m not saying that. Eddie steadfastly doesn’t think about how often Susan’s car is gone. He goes not think about all the bottles he sees in their trash.

Tell her I’m glad she’s close to you then, at least.

Eddie schools his expression, trying not to react to that. What’s even worse is that Billy’s being sincere – he’s genuinely glad Eddie has his little sister near by. “He says he’s glad you’re near enough to hear my rocking tunes.”

She rolls her eyes, but Eddie can only tell because she moves her head. “Sure, yeah, listening to you fuck up the same song fifty million times in a row is such a treat.”

“Hey! I nailed it when it counted.”

The door opens then, “oh Max I didn’t realize you had visitors still – oh. Eddie, isn’t it?”

Eddie stands, “yes Ma’am-” Billy snorts, “-just come to keep my favorite neighbor company.” Susan looks exhausted, and as they shuffle past each other, Eddie can clearly smell the tang of alcohol, “Bye, Mrs. Hargrove.”

Mayfield.

“It’s Mayfield again now hon.”

Yeah, good.

What the fuck kind of name is Bilbo Baggins?

Shut up man, let me read.

Wait wait, turn the page back, you read too fast. This shit is confusing. Why are all the names so weird.

Eddie huffs a laugh, “want me to read out loud?”

There’s a moment of reticence that Eddie senses, before, okay.

Part Four

[enmi-land]

STARBOYZ

📄 ◜ ────𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗮𝗱: 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.

ʬʬʬ. 2024 pairing. poly!wonki x f!ocmember req. mila's reaction to le'official photoshoot + spicy wonmi moment cw. flirting, alcohol, profanity, teasing (wonki being little shits), not proofread

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PEOPLE OFTEN SAID THAT GOOD THINGS CAME IN THREES. But clearly, that was because they never got to see the things that Mila got up to with Jungwon and Riki when the three of them were left alone.

They were not the type of young people who would paint the city walls in graffiti, smoke cigarettes in the alleyway, or blast music in the neighbourhood while everyone else tried to sleep—but they did rise with the moon and stars, living it up in the late hours of night. 

Mila would blame it on the constant surveillance and the never ending list of criticism aimed towards her from a young age. But she had grown a rebellious spirit, and she never behaved longer than needed to. It was only midnight when she found herself lacing up her shoes, looking left and right as she opened the door to her room, trying not to wake the others as she tiptoed her way across the dorm and towards the door. 

“Where are you going?”

Mila almost jumped out of her skin at the sight of Riki pulling on a shirt as he walked towards her, eyes taking in the sight of her sneaking out of the dorms like a burglar in the night. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Mila asked.

“I should be asking you that,” Riki whispered back. He wordlessly reached over the top of Mila’s head, taking a pair of shoes from the rack. He smirked at the look on her face. “You think I’d let you walk out on the streets at night alone?”

Mila rolled her eyes, but conceded to the younger’s point. She didn’t mention that she had secretly hoped that he would be awake at this time. They always used each other as an excuse, but the truth was, both of them stayed up this late for the sole purpose of their late night dates while the rest of the group (and the city) remained fast asleep. It was routine now, a tradition. And while they weren’t really the type to follow rules religiously, this was one of the few they were keen on keeping.

It was also why none of them flinched when Jungwon walked up from behind them, already dressed for the nighttime chills. “Who’s driving?” 

Mila smiled, waving her keys, causing the boys to smirk at each other before they filed out the door. They were gone like the wind, and just as fast, speeding down the highway with 100 on the dash and volume up to max. It was a new kind of high, the type that didn’t need alcohol or drugs, but just the thrill of the chase and the freedom under their wings.

Mila let out a sigh at the feeling of the city air blowing against her face. A hand crept its way up her knee and a coy smile played upon her lips. Jungwon gave her a smirk through the rearview mirror. The warmth of his hand seeped through the fabric of her leggings as it fitted perfectly over the shape of her thigh, rubbing and up down in gentle motions that sent a trail of goosebumps even without feeling skin to skin.

Her fingers tightened their way around the steering wheel, and she glanced at the boy in the backseat of the car. But Riki’s eyes were already on her, a finger tracing his bottom lip in thought, before he snapped out of his daze upon seeing her eyes meet his. He flashed a charming grin. She laughed, shaking her head.

“Let’s get something for back home.” Mila turned into the next lane before pushing down on the accelerator, the laughs of her boyfriends echoing as they sped down the empty road. 

Indeed, the three of them got up to antics that only they and the heavens above were privy to—and maybe, if they were unlucky, one of the elder members, who would be waiting on the couch with crossed arms and tired eyes after seeing three empty beds and a missing set of keys. 

“Shhh,” Mila shushed, trying to hold in her giggles as she and the two boys opened the door back to their dorms, carrying bags of cheap wine and sugary snacks with carbs that would have their company stocks crashing faster than their manager’s blood sugar. They must have gotten lucky, though, since the couch—the watchtower, as they liked to call it—was empty, lacking a pair of eyes to glare at them as they snuck into their own homes.

They threw open the door to her room, tossing the bags onto the empty bed that belonged to Mila. Riki was the first to lay down, arms resting beneath his head as he watched Mila discard the cap that she used to keep her hair down and her face covered. Jungwon took a seat on the edge. Mila hummed as she grabbed a bottle of peach soju, throwing herself onto the bed, her head hitting Riki’s chest, earning a quiet “oof.”

“Cheers,” she said, popping the cap and raising the bottle in salute. She brought the mouth to her lips, only to pout in disappointment when it was stolen by Jungwon. “Hey. That was mine.”

“That’s no good for you,” Jungwon said, placing the bottle on the bedside table. Mila scrunched up her nose, huffing in indignation at the leader-like display. “No, not a leader, just a good boyfriend.” Jungwon leaned down, his lips hovering over hers. “Any problems with that?”

Mila giggled. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down so that she could kiss him properly on the lips. She hummed in delight, pulling away only to whisper her approval. “You taste better anyway.”

Riki scoffed, rolling his eyes. But not even two seconds later, he had his hands in her hair, long fingers threading through the strands like silk and lifting the ends to his lips to place a gentle kiss. His lips travelled down to her cheek, his large hands grasping her hair in a ponytail in order to reveal the expanse of her collarbones and shoulders to him through her oversized hoodie.

“You smell nice,” he whispered against her neck, his nose nuzzling into the skin there to detect the traces of her strawberry and mint scent. Mila giggled at the ticklish sensation, only to gasp when Jungwon suddenly did the same to her other side, his body caging her against Riki’s chest. She couldn’t see anything behind him because of the wideness of his broad shoulders, her chest pressing against his with every breath.

“What are you doing?” Mila asked, earning a small chuckle from the younger.

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

Mila sighed, her hands trailing the outline of his shoulders. The three of them were silent, save for the sounds of kisses shared between them in between the gaps. Mila didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but she didn’t move until she checked her phone—and didn’t say a word until she gasped at the sight of her two boyfriends from their new photoshoot posted everywhere across her page.

“What’s this?” she asked, scandalised, as she clicked on the image of the two posing together: Riki in a low cut top and blazer, and Jungwon wearing a similar jacket, only without a shirt underneath. Her lips fell in a silent gasp of shock at the outline of his toned chest peeking through the blazer, just enough to satisfy the imagination of those who saw it. “What. The. Fuck?”

Riki and Jungwon laughed when Mila sat up, before turning on them with wide eyes. “You cheaters,” she seethed, “You absolute lunatics!” She whacked the youngest of the two on the chest, causing him to laugh while simultaneously rubbing the area to soothe the nonexistent pain. “You’re barely an adult, who gave you the right?” She rounded on Jungwon, who raised his eyebrows. “And you! Oh, I know that you did not—Mph!”

Mila barely got to say another word before Jungwon was pulling her towards him, swallowing her list of protests before they even left her lips. She responded all too eagerly, pulling his collar towards her and using it to hold him there until she received her full. But he had snatched the control from her by grasping her wrists, forcing them apart as he pushed her back down onto the bed again. By the time they parted, she had lost all her energy. She simply panted as Jungwon held her wrists next to her head, resting his forehead against hers while admiring her flushed features.

“You two,” she said breathlessly, “are going to be the end of me.”

“So you liked them?” Riki asked cheekily, playing with the ends of her hair.

Mila groaned. “I hate them. They’re too good. You look too handsome—and oh my god, the outfits. No. I can’t do this.” Riki opened his mouth to speak, only to be glared at. “Don’t even test me. I’m going to need all the patience I have so I can fight off all the fangirls who are going to be throwing themselves at you.”

“You’re insane,” Riki laughed.

“Insane for you,” Mila said with a sigh. She covered her face with her hands. “Ugh. They’re burnt into my eyelids now—those damned photos.”

Riki and Jungwon shared an amused look at their girlfriend’s reaction, loving the way she was so affected and that they were the reason for it. Jungwon pecked her cheek. “We’re right here you know. We’re literally your boyfriends—who cares about photos, when you have the real thing in front of you?”

“I’m done.”

“Eyyy,” Riki said. “But we didn’t even get to ask who you thought looked better.”

Jungwon hummed. “Doesn’t matter. It’s all about who makes her more flustered.”

Riki laughed. “Oh yeah? Let’s ask her then.” Riki leaned down to Mila’s ear. “Take a look at us now, okay? I want to know who makes your heart go faster.”

Mila spread her fingers apart to take a glimpse of the two boys. And that was her biggest mistake. Because as soon as she did, she was subject or the sight of them looking down at her, their bedridden hair falling across their foreheads while the light of her bedside lamp cast a glow onto their honeyed skin. There was no getting started on their smiles either—those smug little smirks that they flashed because they knew exactly what effect they had on her.

No good, Mila thought. They were absolutely no good.

(But that was exactly why the three of them went so well together.)

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Eyes on the ground

Reader/Son x Clark Kent & Lois Lane

Request - I wanted to ask if it was possible for you to write a AU of sorts. A crossover between Scarlet Witch and Superman & Lois. Where Clark and Lois have a third son and turns out that he's he's krypton's Scarlet Witch/Warlock. MC is younger than the twins.

Lois and Clark are in the kitchen talking alone. They see you playing catch with your brothers outside.

“Do you think any of them will get powers?” Lois asked.

“Maybe… I’m not sure. They don't show any signs and nothing strange has happened for now” Clark said.

“They are too young. I just want them to have a normal childhood” Lois said.

“I understand. Let's not worry about that for now” Clark said.

They see you are playing rough with your brothers. It was Jon's idea to play football in the backyard. You wanted to show off and prove that you are strong enough to play rough. Jon threw the ball at Jordan but you caught the ball, then you and Jon started to wrestle for the ball. Lois and Clark left the kitchen and went to stop you and your brothers playing rough.

“Boys enough” Clark yelled.

He grabbed the football then you and your brothers, then you started to breathe hard.

“We were playing,” Jordan said.

“We told you three many times not to play rough,” Lois said.

“It’s football. I'm strong they can't beat me” You said.

You start to flex your biceps and your brothers roll their eyes.

“Y/N, you can't play rough every time you play football,” Lois said.

“I’m not a baby,” You whined.

You hate it when they treat you like a baby, you want to prove to them that you're not a baby.

“Go inside the house all of you,” Clark said.

“Not fair. I was having fun” You said frustrated.

You kicked the football so hard that you broke the kitchen window. Jordan and Jon gasped and you didn't expect to break the window.

“In the house now!” Lois yelled.

“Sorry,” You said.

You and everyone else go inside the house. Your father made you clean up the mess while he watched over you. He starts to give you the speech and you really don't want to listen to the speech but you don't say anything.

In the family, you're the youngest, and your parents are more protective of you. You always try to prove that you are not a baby and don't need protection. Clark and Lois love their boys but you are a bit wild because you like to explore.

———-

Jordan and Jon want pizza for dinner. They asked their parents but they said no, then Jordan got an idea.

“Y/N, go ask mom and dad for pizza for dinner,” Jordan said.

“You and Jon already asked and they said no,” You said.

He puts his arm around your shoulders.

“They will say yes to you because you are the rainbow child,” Jordan said.

“Don’t call me that” You said.

“It’s true, Y/N. You know mom had miscarriages before she had you. Go ask for pizza” Jon said.

“Okay, but they will say no,” You said.

They follow you downstairs, but they are in the hallway listening. You are in the living room, while Lois and Clark are sitting down on the couch.

“Mom, dad can we have pizza for dinner?” You asked

“Okay, sure. I will order the pizza, Y/N do you want to come with me?” Clark said.

“Yeah,” You said.

Jordan and Jon are happy that they will eat pizza for dinner. You leave the house with your dad and get in the truck, he lets you pick the radio station. He listens to you talk about your favorite band.

After buying pizza and before going home, he stopped the truck.

“Why we stopped?” You asked.

“I’m going to show you how to drive” Clark smiled.

“That is cool!” You smiled big.

You and your dad switched seats. You are feeling so excited that your cheeks are hurting from smiling. He starts to tell you what to do and you follow his instructions. You are starting to drive the truck slowly

“You are doing great, Y/N,” Clark said.

“Wow, this is fun” You giggled.

You go a little fast and he tells you how to stop the car and go again. Then he made you change seats now he is driving home, and you tell him how fun it was to drive.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✫

Tal-Rho sent his army to attack the town. Everyone is starting to panic and trying to get out of town. Clark went to fight Tal-Rho somewhere. Your mom made you and your brothers get ready to head to the army base in town. You and your family head to the truck but Tal-Rho’s army arrives.

“Stay away from us,” Lois said.

“Mom,” You said.

You are feeling scared and they are feeling scared also.

“Stay away from us!” You yelled.

You run towards the person to punch them, but they push you hard towards the ground. You want to prove that you are strong but the person was going to attack Jon but Jon stepped in and got hurt, the enemy used heat vision to hurt your brother. Jon fell to the ground and he was bleeding fast you ran towards him.

“Jon!” You cried out.

You touch his stomach and you see the blood on your hand. Your heart is racing faster and you start to cry.

“Jon, I’m sorry! I-I didn't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry!” You cried out.

Lois and everyone noticed a magic aura surrounding your body.

“Mom, what is going on?” Jordan asked.

“What are you doing to him!?” Lois yelled at them.

“We are not doing that to him,” He said.

Your eyes changed colors then you yelled, then a powerful magic blast and you hit the enemies. They passed out and your magic from your hands went to your brother’s body and he is starting to get healed. Jon looks at you then the magic disappears. Lois helped you and Jon stand up then she hugged you and your brother.

“What just happened?” Jordan asked.

“We will figure that out later, now we have to go,” Lois said.

Your mom took you and your brothers to the army base in town. Your brothers are looking at you strangely and they start to ask questions, but you don't know how to answer them.

Clark arrived at the base with the suit on. You and your brothers don't know yet that your father is Superman. Everyone knows that you are a huge fan of Superman. You have some posters and action figures in your bedroom. You run towards him and you are smiling

“I’m a big fan” You smiled.

“Oh… um thanks for being a fan” Clark smiled.

“I can't believe I'm really meeting you” You happily said.

“Superman we need to talk,” Sam said.

He followed your grandfather to a private area and Lois is there. They start to talk about what is going on.

“What do you mean, Y/N has powers?” Clark asked.

“Not the same powers as you. It seemed powers like John Constantine, would have but his powers actually appeared all over his body. Jon was hurt but he saved him” Lois said.

“How did he even get magic?” Clark asked.

“I have no idea, I thought you would know. Go change, the boys need you right now” Lois said.

“It will be okay,” Clark said.

Clark hugged his wife and kissed her on the lips. Clark tells Sam, what Tal-Rho wants to do. They talked for a while then Clark changed clothes then went to see you and your brothers. You start to tell him what happened and Clark asks questions about the powers, but you don't know what to say. Then Clark went to talk with Jon and he hugged his son tightly.

——-

You are lying in your bed and your dad walked in. He sits on the edge of the bed and before he can say a word, you said something first.

“Are you and mom going to send me away?” You asked.

“What makes you think that we would send you away?” Clark asked.

You sit up and you struggle to say something at first, but he waits for you to say something.

“Because I have powers and it's my fault that Jon got hurt,” You said in a low voice.

“Y/N, we love you and we will never send you away. You are our son and we will never abandon you. And it's not your fault that Jon got hurt. He doesn't blame you, Y/N. This is new to us and we will get through this together” Clark smiled.

“Thanks, dad” You said.

Your dad hugged you tight and you believe what he said to you.

“Go to sleep, it's late,” Clark said.

“I’m not tired,” You said.

“Nice, try. Y/N, go to sleep it's written on your face that you are tired” Clark said

“Goodnight,” You said.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Clark said.

You lie down and you watch your dad turn off the light and leave. You close your eyes and you start to fall asleep.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✫

Clark just told you and your brothers that he is Superman. He picked up a truck, Jon and Jordan were in shock but not you.

“Y/N, you don't seem impressed,” Lois said.

“I saw dad, use his powers before and I saw his suit in the closet. The glasses are not a good disguise” You said.

“How come you didn't say anything?” Jordan asked.

“You and Jon wouldn't believe me. One time, I saw dad use his ice breath to put out the fire in the barn. I don't want to wear my underwear on the outside, no offense dad” You said.

“Y/N, I’m not asking you to wear your underwear on the outside. So that means, I have magic and I have the same powers as you?” You said.

“So, cool I have the same powers like dad” Jon grinned.

“Do I have powers?” Jordan asked

“We don't know yet,” Lois said.

“Sorry, I’m late I had to deal with something in hell,” John Constantine said.

He appeared through a magic portal. Clark introduced John to you and your brothers. Then John lights his cigarette and he stares at you.

“Why is he here?” You asked.

“He has magic and he will people with it. We don't know anything about magic and we thought that he could help you” Clark said.

“He is old and smells bad,” You said.

“Y/N, don't say that. That is rude” Lois said.

Your brothers couldn't help to laugh.

“And you still wet the bed,” John said.

“Whatever, old man,” You said.

“You two be nice. And try not to go hard on my son” Clark said.

“I can't promise anything. Let's get started” John said

Your family watches John use his magic. You try to use your magic but nothing is coming out of your hands. But he laughed then he hit you with your magic and you fell to the ground.

“John! I told you not to be hard on my son!” Clark yelled.

John used his magic to stop your parents from interfering.

“I know what I'm doing!” John yelled.

“Don’t hurt them!” You yelled.

You are walking forward towards him. Then a powerful magic arua starts to come out of your hands. Then everyone witnessed a dark magic book appear in front of you. It turned to the page on what magic to use

“How did you make that book come to you?” John asked.

You read the magic words and used the magic to hurt John. But he was quick to block your magic with his magic. You tried again but he blocked it again. Then he stopped and he tried to get the book but the book moved closer to you.

“Boy, you do have any idea what book you have!?” John said very loud.

“No. It's my first time seeing it” You said.

“That book is called Darkhold and it's connected to you. Study that book from start to end. contained spells, formulas, and information on how to create machines to harness energy from other dimensions, Study the book” John said.

“Wow, that is a lot,” You said.

You hold the book and you won't let him read it. John explained what kind of magic you have to your parents. Lois isn't happy about you having chaos magic and she doesn't want you to have magic. But she won't stop loving you and Clark will feel the same way. Later, John teaches you how to summon your magic and how to control it.

———-

You haven't been studying the Darkhold magic book. You are playing catch with your brothers in the barn. You and Jon are trying to help Jordan activate his powers. Jordan tried to pick the tractor but he couldn't do it.

“I guess i don't have super strength,” Jordan said

“Try throwing the football far?” You said.

“I can try,” Jordan said.

Jon laughed because he knew that Jordan couldn't throw the football.

“I can throw a football,” Jordan said

“Yeah, right. But go ahead and you will miss” Jon laughed.

You throw the football at your brother but with force. He didn't catch the ball and the ball went through the wall.

“Mom and dad are going to ground you forever,” Jon said.

“Why you didn't catch the ball!?” You yelled.

“You didn't throw it straight!” Jordan yelled.

You tried to use your magic to fix the hole, but you opened a portal for a few seconds but it closed.

“What was that!?” Jon yelled

“I don't know, I’m still figuring out my powers,” You said.

Again you used your magic and you fixed the hole. You are smiling about it because you won't get in trouble. But you started to play with your brothers again, they kept throwing the ball at each other so you wouldn't catch it. But you used your magic to catch the ball and you are happy about it.

“That’s cheating,” Jon said.

“You are just slow” You teased

They started to chase you and you started to run fast. Lois and Clark are outside talking and you run toward them, but Jon uses his speed to catch up to you. He tried to get the ball but you won't let go, then Clark and Lois made him let go. He got in trouble but not you and they made you and your brothers go back inside the house.

[beanzwrites]

Why Can't I freakin' Have a Pair of $3 Headphones?

Pairing: Sam x Sister! reader

Warning(s): Reader being a slight brat, stern Dean (really just a lil crack post)

Description: Sam buys something that his sister wanted; However, Dean doesn't know.

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        "Hey Dean, can I get these?" (Y/n) asks with a puppy-eyed smile as she walks over to her brother, who was currently deciding between two brands of booze from the alcohol walkway. Sam stands beside him, leaning on his left leg with his arms crossed, and a bored expression resting on his face. Dean barely looks up from the cooler before shaking his head adamantly. 

        "No." Dean grumbles.

        "What? Why not?" She protests.

        "Because we're only getting stuff that we need."

        "And beer is an necessity?" (Y/n) bites back.

        "Of course beer is an necessity. Now, put them back." Dean orders audaciously. His eyebrows curl over his stern gaze and his lips mold tightly into a pout.

        "Why can't I freakin' have a pair of $3 headphones?" She replies back just as childishly. 

        "Because I said so. Why do you want them so badly anyway?"

        "So I can listen to stuff without having to blare it out in the open." 

        "What do you have to hide?"

        "Ugh, just forget I said anything!" She breaths through her nose like an angry bull. She tosses the compact plastic seal onto a nearby shelf before peevishly marching to the end of the aisle.

        "I knew that would get her," Dean snorts dryly to Sam, only to realize he was not impressed with Dean's ethic. "Sheesh, sorry..." Dean blows out, then strolls across to the next lane while whistling a tune.

        As (Y/n) turns to follow behind Dean, out of the corner of her (E/c) eye, she could see Sam reaching in the half empty water section of the shelving to retrieve the headphones she threw. He nonchalantly places it in his coat pocket and she couldn't help but to smile slightly.

        When walking back to the Impala with the few groceries in hand, Sam casually bumps into his sister's shoulder. He grabs the neatly bagged device from his jacket and sneakily places it between (Y/n)'s fingers. "Don't tell Dean," He whispers, giving a warm smile.

        "You're the best," She laughs before giving him a hug from the side.

        "Very inconspicuousness, (Y/n)." Sam says with a proud grin as Dean gives them the stink eye from over his shoulder.

        "Right. Sorry," (Y/n) replies after letting him go, her cheerful mood not going unnoticed by Dean as she places the bags in the trunk and gets in the car without a complaint.

        "What did you do," Dean questions Sam as he slams the back hatch closed.

        "Just fixed what you caused," Sam shrugs with a small smirk.

---

        "Uh, (Y/n), what are these?" Dean calls from across the room. His sister looks up from the novel she's reading on the bed and the color drains from her face. Dean limply dangles the cord from his index finger, anger dancing in his hazel orbs flamboyantly. 

        "Headphones," (Y/n) mumbles loud enough for her older brother to hear.

        "Did you get these behind my back?" 

        "No!" I mean, kinda..."

        "Kinda?"

        "Sammy got them for me."

        As if hearing his name, Sam enters through the main door with a couple of fast food bags soaked at the bottom with grease. He freezes on spot in the open doorway as the tense atmosphere radiates off his siblings. He slowly closes the door with the back of his heel, glancing between his brother and sister questioningly. "What's going on?"

        "What are these?" Dean instigates, showing the headphones to Sam with a slight swing. 

        "Earbuds."

        "Sis said you got them for her."

        "Yeah, I did," Sam sighs as he sets the bags down on the small kitchen counter top. "What's the big deal?"

        "She's too young-"

        "Don't start that bull crap, Dean. If I didn't trust her, I wouldn't have bought them for her. Look man, I know the real reason why you don't want her to have them," Sam says with the roll of his eyes, "Your being a stuck up though. (Y/n) can handle her own, and if she encounters somethings that makes her uncomfortable, she knows what to do. Right, (Y/n)?"

        "Dude, all I want is to listen to music privately on my way back from school. You're acting like I'm going to do something horrible," (Y/n) responds.

        Dean releases a long breath before placing the wire in his sister's lap. "Your right, I overreacted. You can listen to music as much as you like," He remarks while taking out a wrapped burger from the bag and handing it to her.

        "Thanks Dean."

        "But (Y/n)," He comments as he takes a bite out of his own burger and tosses Sam his salad carrier. He groans in delight, juice dripping off his stubbled chin before wiping it with the back of his hand. "If I find anything in your search history... your grounded for life."

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 765: Speed & battle!!

Pag 1

1: They passed the narrow and short mountainous region and entered the wider

3: straight road

4: A road with two lanes on each side, mokkosu*!!

(* “mokkosu” refers to “Higo Mokkosu”, a term that expresses the stubborn and fierce temperament of Kumamoto people)

5: Check mate

6: Gallop!!

Pag 2

1: Ah!!

2: Teh!!

3: Cyclists are coming up from both sides

The tension has suddenly gone up, teh!!

4: Hahaha look, newbie!!

Kaburagi-san!!

Pag 3

1: Since we entered the wider road, even the referee ahead of us has raised their speed

Ah!!

3: It's starting!!

7: The hot-blooded sprinters'-

8: Ah-

9: The referee's plate ha switched from red....

10: To green!!

Pag 4

1: banquet of speed!!

2: The Inter High is starting!!

Pag 5

1: This is the real start!!

Pag 6

1: Mokkosu!!

Mokkosu!!

Mokkosu!!

2: Higo mokkosu!!

Higo's Super Express, Kumamoto Daichi!!

3: Gallop!!

The gallop is a racehorse's fastest way of running!!

Pag 7

1: I'm known as “Nagoya's Thoroughbred*”

The man with legs as beautiful as those of an horse, Shuho** Komaho!!

(*NdT.: the kanji mean “racehorse” but the reading says thoroughbred

** the name means gallop)

2: Up until now, us Hiroshima Kureminami have been made fun of for being slow starter

But, sorry

3: In being hot-blooded we can't lose!!

Let's go, offense is the greatest defense!!

Yes, Higashimura-san!!

Yeah!!

Pag 8

1: It's a fast attack!!

Pedal at full throttle!!

They're all jumping ahead one by one

They're accelerating!!

Pag 9

1: So fast!

2: They're so close!

3: Their top speed is more than 50km/h

50km/h!? What are they, a car...!? You can reach such a speed with a bicycle!?

4: They're moving with the wind!! They're swinging their whole body to accelerate!!

It's a desperate max speed battle!!

Pag 10

1: Waaaaaa I wanna jump ahead...!!

2: Even though I'm not a sprinter!! Even though I'm supposed to be an all-rounder, I see them accelerate and I'm itching to chase them...!!

Huh!?

3: Why do you think that is? Newbie

Huh!? Well... that's...

You're asking me!? Teh!?

4: Isn't that because Kaburagi-san is basically sprinter, though!?

Kabu- ba- sp- th

5: Kabu, eh? Yes I understand

What do you even understand!?

Pag 11

1: He's just growing freely

Honestly, he's totally a sprinter, but until he realizes it himself we just let him be

He doesn't know it himself, teh!?

Ohh!?

You’re trying to say “because Kaburagi-san jumps forward with a bang”, right?

Ah, but then there’s still that “th” part left over

2: It's like pasturage!!

Ohh!!

3: Grazing and wandering around as he pleases

4: You’re saying “that’s a waste”, right?

Ah, but– dammit–

5: But once he shows his fighting spirit

7: Somehow....

My body's cells are telling me to “go”....

Pag 12

1: He'll never stop!!

2: Imaizumi-san, is it okay if I go, after all?

3: Can't be helped, but don't just go

4: Kaburagi-san's pressure is rising more and more!!

Waa

Waa

Pag 13

1: Make sure to get the colored bib!!

Got it!!

Pag 14

1: Hooooooo

2: The pressure is overwhelming!!

3: Kaburagi-san is

4: going to pedal at full throttle!!

Ogh!!

Pag 15

1: He jumped ahead!!

2: He's so fast, teh!!

Sohoku's second year, Kaburagi, jumped ahead

He's the one who jumped ahead last year too! Dammit, stop him

4: He raised his hand!?

5: Is it some kind if signal!?

Pag 16

1: Come, Danchiku!!

2: Da....

3: But wasn't Danchiku-san still in the back.....

Pag 17

1: Yes!! Issa!!

Pag 18

3: Danchiku-san accelerated and caught up in an instant!!

4: Hahaha the sprinters are already gone

Let's chase them and snatch the sprint line ahead of us!!

Pag 19

1: It's finally here!! The day we can go wild here at the Inter High!!

Yeah!!

2: They're perfectly synchronized....

3: That's Team SS!!

Pag 20

2: “Orange” and “Chicken” jumped ahead

Buah, seriously?

3: Oi, Manami.... I can't stop this itch!! Can I shoot them down a little?

Ahh.... didn't you say you were going to yield up the “first sprint”?

(Biggest of thanks to @monkeyingaround for helping me out with this chapter <33)

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Running from the Flames {1}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Summary: Brianna Vowles grew up on the paddock. It was what filled every weekend. There were endless trips around the globe with her father and Uncle Otmar in Formula One, until she went to college. Suddenly her life revolved around studying and boys, one of whom wasn't as nice as he had appeared. Five long years later, with a hiatus in between, she graduated with her engineering degree and had decided to use her VIP pass to see if life in the fast lane had changed. Warnings: 18+ only, domestic violence survivor, lots of drama and fluff, this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || under construction

The air was thick with the fumes of high octane fuel and the smoke from burnt rubber tyres. The high keening of the engines reached deafening levels as the race cars left the pits and took to the track. Flags of all colours waved from the stands in support of the drivers from a dozen nations.

It was an absolute assault on the senses.

I couldn’t believe it had been five years since I last submerged myself in the chaotic atmosphere, but there had been more important things to worry about and I had been to the off-track events now and again to keep in touch. 

Fresh off from graduating with my degree, I was ready to take some time out and have a bit of fun before starting my next adventure. Though the job I had lined up wouldn’t wait forever, they had given me the summer to enjoy. And enjoy it I would, I deserved it.

These weekends used to be what I lived for. Uncle Otmar would set me up with my own chair and headset along the pit wall of his team while my dad worked behind the scenes in the FIA. The team was my family and the paddock was a home away from home. 

Sometimes I regretted leaving and going to college but I had been envious of the other young adults having a normal life. Then I realised that no matter how hard those years had been I was given the greatest gift that I wouldn’t change for the world, she was worth the pain and suffering I endured. 

I grinned at my daughter perched on my hip but she was too absorbed in the action around us to see. The tiny pair of earmuffs looked huge on her but the roar of the engines was too loud to go without the safety gear and I couldn’t wait to reach the pits and get my own set. 

“Bri!” Kelly called out as I was passing the door to Red Bull and I barely had time to greet her before she was pulling Adelaide from my arms. “Look how big you are getting, belíssimo,” she cooed as Addie clapped excitedly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“To be honest, I hadn’t really planned on it,” I answered as I gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her daughter Penelope. “Coming back though, I really missed this.”

“Good, then you’ll keep coming and I can get my smooches from this gorgeous wee girl. Yes, you’ll be a Red Bull girl won’t you?”

“Otmar won’t get you any Christmas presents if he hears that.” Adelaide has no idea what either of us were talking about but at two years old she was just happy to get all the attention. “Speaking of, I should hurry up and find where he is.”

“I can look after Addie,” Kelly offered, unwilling to hand her back just yet. “Then you can catch up without a distraction.”

“Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to be a burden.

“Can she play with my dolls, please?” Penelope begged and Kelly nodded with a smile that eased my concern.

I tucked a long strand of hair behind Penelope’s ear and said, “Of course she can.”

My steps away were slow and I looked back twice after saying goodbye to Addie but, aside from a short wave, her attention was on Penelope and the Barbie doll she was offering. If anything changed Kelly had my number and she would be able to find Alpine’s pit stop easy enough. 

“Brianna, there you are.” Otmar’s voice was barely audible over the noise in the pit lane but I found his hand waving from where he sat at the Control Centre along the pit wall.

It had only been a few weeks since I last saw my uncle, though it was a loose term when we were not related by blood. Otmar was my father’s best friend and a constant in my life until I left for college. The two had grown up together, practically like brothers, and I had been raised with Otmar’s kids - homeschooled on the road during race season. 

When I reached him, Otmar spared a quick second to give me a hug before handing me a headset with a welcoming smile. “Where’s little Addie?”

“With Kelly. It’s a cleverly disguised strategy to distract Red Bull from the race.”

Otmar laughed heartily and shook his head at the fib but he also knew if Addie was around him while he was trying to watch the qualifiers she would definitely distract him so maybe it was a smart move. 

“How are we looking?” Otmar asked as I glanced over the readings on the screen in front of him and listened to the drivers give commentary on the drive.

“Looks promising,” I said with a pat on his shoulder, proud of the work he had done with the team since joining them, “but you know how Monaco is.” 

“It’s all about the starting position,” he finished with a serious nod before giving all his attention to the lap times.

Otmar had always been a man of few words when I was younger, but when he spoke it was always well thought out and meaningful. That did not apply when he was in his seat at the pit wall. Curses tumbled from his mouth with each lap and I realised how sheltered he and my father had kept me from this side of the sport. Hearing each swear word just made me smile wider.

The heat of Monaco was beginning to get to me when Otmar’s Alpine drivers finally made it through qualifying without any major incidents and respectable starting places of 5th and 9th in the grid for race day. If they could hold those positions and get points then the team would be in a good place for the Constructors Championship. 

“Come, come,” Otmar said as he took off his headset and tossed it on his chair. “When was the last time you came to a race?”

I pursed my lips as I thought back through the years. “You were still with Force India, maybe 5 years ago?”

“Ah, so you won’t have met my drivers.” He grinned as he led the way into the workshop and through to the cooldown rooms that lay beyond, accepting handshakes and congratulations along the way. “5th place, well done, good spirit out there,” he bolstered excitedly as he reached a man still kitted out in his riding suit and clapped him on the back. The man turned around and I saw the embroidered name Pierre on his suit but I had seen his pictures like the other drivers on posters around the paddock. 

Pierre grinned at his boss and shook his hand before the pair of stunning green eyes turned to me with a hint of confusion. All of the other people in the workshop were wearing Alpine uniforms or jumpsuits like the pit crew but I stood out in a floral day dress better suited for the warm weather on the Mediterranean coastline.

“Pierre, this is my niece, Brianna, she will be with us for the weekend,” Otmar introduced. “So give her a good show.”

Pierre blinked a little stunned at the news but nodded and held his hand out with a polite, “It’s nice to meet you. I didn’t know he had a niece.” 

His French accent rolled beautifully off his tongue and his palm was hot in my hand from the gloves he had worn on the track as I shook it. “He doesn’t,” I corrected with a smile. “He grew up with my dad and spent so long at my Nan’s house she pretty much adopted him as her own.”

He smiled at the statement before wincing and rubbing his jawline. Concern washed over me as he looked pained and I stepped closer out of reflex, my motherly instincts kicking in. “Are you alright?” 

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he dismissed with a blatant lie before repeating it to Otmar. 

“If you’re sure,” Otmar double checked with a pointed look. “Okay, go see Kim for your warm down then meet us in the den for debriefing. Bri, come meet Esteban.”

I waved to Pierre as I was led away to the other driver in a matching jumpsuit but his had been half opened and was tied loosely around his waist. This driver was far more reserved as Otmar introduced me and I could see he was too wrapped up in replaying the laps in his head to converse properly but his lower starting place compared to his teammate was weighing heavily on him. 

Seeing the lacklustre effort the young man was putting in, Otmar sighed and clapped him on the back before giving him the same instructions as Pierre and sending him on his way. Once he was out of ear shot, Otmar leaned in closer and murmured, “We are working on rebuilding his confidence but I have high hopes for him this season.”

“He’s still on track for points, if he can just get out of his own head I think he’ll make you proud.” Otmar clapped his hands to get the attention of the others scattered around the room and called them into the den which was just a large room full of chairs where the engineers and pit crew could discuss where improvements could be made before tomorrow's race. “Just a little more of your time today folks, then we can go and rest before the team dinner tonight.”

A lot of the teams went their separate ways after leaving the pits, going back to their private motorhomes or hotels and getting an early night but Otmar believed that a team was a family and that extended to mealtime being a shared event. It was an odd belief to hold in such a competitive sport but it made me respect him all the more for trying to build trust and loyalty into the team instead of just the will to win. 

“May I sit here?” Pierre asked politely as he appeared in a skintight shirt and jeans, his hair still damp from the quick shower he took. 

I gestured to the empty seat, though there were plenty of other ones around the room including one on the other side of Otmar. “Be my guest.”

All through the debrief I couldn’t help but notice Pierre shifting beside me, constantly rubbing at the stubble that shadowed his jaw and wincing. I couldn’t concentrate on the information that was being shared knowing he was in pain and everyone else failed to see it. 

Finally when the room began to empty I placed a hand on his arm before he could follow and leant closer since he obviously didn’t want anyone to know. “You should talk to the medic,” I whispered into his ear.

“I told you, I’m fine,” he assured me as he turned to face me, the citrus scent of his body wash filling my lungs. 

“Fine, if you won’t talk to them then talk to me.” I gave him the same look I give my daughter when she has been caught red handed and he looked away as it worked its magic.

“My, er, the big teeth at the back?”

“Wisdom?” I offered, with a grimace as I remembered the pain of having them removed.

“Yeah, wisdom teeth, they are coming through. Guess I am finally getting wise.”

“Better late than never,” I teased as I opened my handbag and rifled through the pockets before triumphantly pulling out a small blue tube. “Here, try this.”

“Bonjela?” he read before flipping it over and seeing it was for teething babies and cocking his eyebrow at me.

“It works for adults too, just rub some on your gums and it will numb them for a while. It’s a miracle worker, trust me. I have a-” I was cut off by a familiar voice calling out for me and turned to see Kelly weaving through the Alpine crew with her Red Bull hat standing out. 

“Mama!” Addie broke away from Kelly and rushed forward. 

“Sorry,” Kelly apologised. “She was missing you.”

“It’s alright,” I said with a smile as I bent down to catch Addie’s flailing arms. “Addie, say thank you to Ti-Ti for looking after you.”

Adelaide turned to Kelly and thanked her the best she could for a two year old and waved to Penelope before they headed back to the Red Bill garage where Max was waiting.

“Who is this little princess?” Pierre asked as he knelt down beside me to Addie’s height. 

“This is my daughter, Adelaide. Addie, this is mummy’s new friend, Pierre.” 

“Hi Pear,” she copied and he laughed at the attempt before looking around like he was expecting someone else. It wasn’t uncommon.

“He’s not in the picture,” I said quietly while Adelaide told a convoluted story about the Barbie doll and Penelope. Pierre’s encouraging smile for Adelaide to continue her story wavered when he looked across at me with his eyebrows pinched. “It’s a long story and not a pretty one.”

He sighed with understanding and placed a light hand on my knee. “You can talk to me if you ever need,” he offered before waving the blue tube in his hand. “I owe you.”

The heat of his hand was like fire on my skin and I let it fall from my knee as I stood up and stepped back. A fog had filled my head and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say as I stood staring at him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried dating since Adelaide was born but I could never get past the point of physical touch. Not after Erik. He had tainted me. 

I would have been frozen in that state all afternoon if Otmar hadn’t come to see Addie. His arrival shocked me out of the moment and released the breath I had been holding, trying to slow the rapid beating in my chest. 

“Sorry,” I muttered when I finally dared a glance at Pierre who chewed on his bottom lip, those striking green eyes full of concern. I had to break away from them and regain my composure so I turned to Otmar instead. “I’m gonna go take Addie to the hotel for a nap, but I’ll come find you later for dinner.”

Otmar pouted playfully as he handed Addie over from the cuddle they were having and said he would send a car to pick us up at 5pm. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and struggled to say goodbye to Pierre without my cheeks catching fire while I relived the embarrassing moment over in my head. 

“Bye Otty,” Addie called out over my shoulder. “Bye Pear!”

Pierre’s reply was instant and I almost stumbled as he spoke in his native tongue, “Au revoir, princesse.”

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Ambush

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Use of Google translate for one scentence.

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Tony sighed as he looked over at Steve for a moment before looking back at Bucky. “That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Y/N won't be at either of them.” 

“Why wouldn't she be?” Bucky asked with a raised brow. 

“Unless this is another false lead, which doesn't seem likely, given how Natasha obtained the information, but Phantom has a new mission she's been tasked with.” When Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, Tony continued. “It's us.” 

“What do you mean ‘it's us’?” Steve asked. 

“We're in the way.” Both Bucky and Tony said at the same time. 

Of all of the scenarios Bucky’s mind had come up with on finding her, this one hadn't come up the most. He knew the chances of her being sent to take them out were high. And now that it was here, he hoped it didn't go to the worst scenario his mind came up with. 

“Take out the key players and they have a winning chance.” Tony added. 

“Did they say when this is supposed to happen?” Bucky asked. 

Bucky knew they needed to be ready. His mind was already going through everything they'd need to safely stop Y/N. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he was going to make sure everyone would do as needed. 

“Don't know.” Tony answered. “We don't know if this will be a hit all three at once situation or attempt to take us out and then get what they need.” 

“She could have been given that mission at any time.” Steve looked over at Bucky. “If she's coming, we're going to need a plan and fast.” 

“The only way to know for sure is if there were any attempts at getting our information.” Bucky noted. “We'll be able to come up with some kind of timeline we're working with. But I gotta say this now. It's gotta be non lethals only, or me going up against her.”

“Of course.” Steve nodded. He was sure if given the right amount of time, several plans could be put into place. The amount of non lethals they had wouldn't run out. “There is the option of Wanda. She could do something to stop her without any harm coming to her.” 

Bucky nodded. “We'll have to make sure Wanda is close by at all times.” Both Steve and Tony nodded. 

“Now the question is how long do we have to prepare before she drops in. FRIDAY, has there been anything flagged as suspicious activity in any of the systems?”

All three of them looked towards each other for a moment. FRIDAY normally answered seconds after anything was asked. But this time there was silence. A moment later, alarms were going off through the compound. 

“I'd say that's suspicious enough.” Tony said before the three of them began running out of the conference room. 

On the opposite end of the compound Hydra soldiers continued to spill onto the property. The moment Phantom disabled the security systems, they were making their way in. While the numbers weren't one of a strong army, they currently had a bit of an advantage. 

A quinjet flew overhead. One that had been in Hydra’s hold since the fall of SHIELD. Putting it to use today made it almost too easy to get close enough for Phantom to hack into the system and disarm it. 

Hovering over the roof of the compound, the ramp lowered. Several soldiers moved towards the end and made their way onto the roof. A moment later, Phantom was making her way towards the ramp. 

She wore black tactical gear from head to toe. The hood of her shirt had been up, casting a shadow on her face. A black fabric mask covers the bottom half of her face, adding to the illusion of her not being seen under the hood. 

Several tactical belts laid at her hips. Any weapon that would be needed for her was within reach. Straps that holstered guns and blades ran down the sides of her leg ensuring that once the back up bullets ran out, she'd have other weapons to use. 

Before she could put one foot on the ramp, a set of commands were thrown into the air. The words caused her to stop in her tracks and wait for either information or one last check. 

A soldier came to stand beside her. His attention was on the building just below them. Her temporary handler while on this mission. 

“Your mission?” He asked. 

“Take out the Avengers.” She responded instantly. 

“The priority?”

“The traitor to Hydra.” Phantom hadn't moved or looked his way.  “He's problematic to the mission. He feeds information to the Avengers. His death means Hydra can do as it needs to.” 

“Stark and Wilson are already working the perimeter.” Steve said as the group made their way towards the main floor. “We'll meet them in the middle. Take any you can for interrogating.  If you see Y/N, non lethals only or call for Bucky. Anyone see Maximoff?”

“Good. Ensure this mission is successful.” He nodded his head towards the opening. “Don't return until it is. Preferably with his head.” Without any acknowledgement, Phantom was making her way down the ramp. 

“We're down two. Her and Vision had plans.” Natasha added as she tightened the widow bites around her wrists. “Already sent a message to them and they're on their way.” 

“Keep your eyes scanning.” Bucky noted as they reached the end of the hall before the main floor door. “She can come out from anywhere. If she's got all the information she needs-” 

A hunter's knife blew past them before embedding itself in the door in front of them. The way the knife hit the door was a way to keep it from opening. A strategic move to keep someone from leaving. 

For a brief moment as Bucky’s eyes landed on the embedded knife, a quick flash of a memory played through his mind. One where he was throwing the blade to keep Y/N from leaving. And now he was on the receiving end of it. 

“No need to go looking for her.” Clint stated the obvious as they turned to look down the path they came from. “She found us.” 

In the dimly lit halls, the four of them found the silhouette of Phantom. Her face couldn't be seen from their position. And from what they could see, her hands rested at her side, almost as if she was waiting. Waiting for one of them to make their move. 

Bucky moved himself from his current position in the back to stand in front of the others. “Get going. I've got her.” 

There was a part of him that was relieved at seeing her. He hadn't physically seen her in two years and now she was standing in front of him. The other part knew this wasn't going to be the reunion he thought about for the past several months. At this very moment, she wasn't the woman he knew. She was an asset that was sent on a mission and wasn't going to stop until it was done. 

“She won't hold back.” Natasha voiced his thoughts. 

“And I won't stop until I get through to her.” Bucky added. 

A heavy feeling of deja vu was played on the  group. They had been here once before, under different circumstances. If history was repeating itself, at least they knew the outcome would be in their favor. 

“If you need us…” Steve trailed off as he motioned for the other to began making their way down the adjacent hallway. He only received a nod from Bucky before he was following closely behind. 

When Bucky took one step forward, he watched her carefully. He watched for any of her movements that she'd make. He still couldn't see her face but he knew she was watching him like a hawk. 

“We don't have to do this.” His voice was loud and clear. 

He took several more steps closer to her but she remained still, just watching him. When he came to a stop a few steps away from her, her eyes finally became clear within the darkness that surrounded her face. It was as he took in her eyes, the eyes he once believed that he could get lost in them, he was met with a cold and empty look. 

Her mind registered different things about the man before her. His appearance was familiar to her from the several files she had read through the night before. Everything within the file had been accurate. The only difference was that his hair was several inches longer now than it was in the surveillance photos. 

The gun that he carried was down by his side, hanging from the strap on his shoulder. His posture was calm, as if he wasn't currently going up against someone who could take his life. 

But there was something about his eyes. How they moved over her the moment he was close enough to really examine her. The way there was concern in his eyes the whole time he walked towards her. It set off something within her she didn't understand. 

“‘This’ only ends one way.” Her voice was almost monotonous. The moment the words left her lips, she was unsheathing two of the combat knives at her hips and advancing forward. 

Even with it being longer than two years since the last time he had any training with her, he knew every movement she made before she had. Every strike she attempted he was blocking it. Even when she attempted to use the gun at his side, he had it out of her hands and the gun thrown down the hall. 

Her tactics hadn't changed. There were slight differences but a majority of it was the same. And for a brief moment it hadn't been them standing in a hall with her attempting to kill him. They were in the gym with a sparring session. It's why he couldn't stop the words from leaving his lips. 

“You're going to have to do better than that.” It was followed by a chuckle. 

The response had been a lift of her eyebrow before she manuevored herself to connect her elbow to his face, hard. Based on his stance stumbling slightly, the man before her hadn't been expecting it. She almost smirked as it gave her the opportunity to sweep her legs, knocking him down. 

I can't show you all my moves, then you wouldn't spar with me. 

Her own voice echoed within her brain that caused her to hesitate. A response to his remark that she hadn’t even thought about responding to. Yet the echo of her own voice told her that would have been the response. 

Bucky noticed the slight hesitation as he moved to get up off the ground. The shift in her eyes reminded him of his own moments when Steve was trying to break through to him. He knew he officially had one foot in the door. 

“You know me.” He tried, hoping to push further.  

He watched as she shook whatever was happening in her mind off before sending the blade in her hand his way. Bucky caught it by the hilt before tossing it off to the side. 

“You are the Mission.” She responded. A moment later Bucky was blocking more of her advances. Including one that almost had the blade of the second knife embedded in his thigh. “That's how I know you.” 

The words had stung Bucky’s heart as he managed to pull the blade out of her grasp and throw it, with the blade embedding itself into the wall. It was strange to be on this end of things. To be the one fighting to get through to someone within Hydra’s hold. He just needed to break her free from it. 

It didn't take long for Bucky to find himself in a favorable hold with her. One that he knew he could easily get her pinned on the ground. And with one more maneuver he had her on her back, with him following her. 

When her back hit the ground, a strange fuzzy memory quickly passed her mind. One where the man before her had a smirk on his face instead of the serious look he had now as he looked at her. The sound of a giggle echoed in her ears before the memory completely faded. 

Out of instinct, she was able to manipulate the hold he currently had on her, forcing him on to his back. A blade she had attached to her hip was released from its sheath and brought up to his neck. It had been too easy to draw the first drop of blood from his body flinching against the pressure. 

He raised his hands up by his head, practically surrendering to her. “I'm not going to continue to fight you. ” 

She watched as his eyes met hers and never looked away. There was something in his eyes she hadn't believed she had seen before. She watched many with fear in their eyes before they began pleading for their lives. He didn't have the same look in his eyes. 

There was understanding and acceptance. For a man that hardly fought her back during the last several minutes, it made her curious as to why he hadn't tried running like the others had. Or at least attempted to use his arm in defense. 

She had been expecting it. She had read the information before coming. She knew the man used it to his advantage in combat. So why not with her? It had been almost too easy to have him pinned as he was now. 

Her head tilted slightly as she studied him. The blade against his neck never loosened as she did. Deep within her, in a way she didn't understand, there was now a feeling of familiarity. But how could someone she did not recognize hold such familiarity. 

Bucky noticed the way she was hesitating. He should have taken that opportunity to get himself out of his current position, but he was watching her reactions.

He knew from experience what could possibly be happening within her mind. He knew there was a possibility that something was coming over her that she couldn't explain. He knew that the woman deep within the asset was attempting to break through the surface. 

"Do you know who this is?”

A picture was held in front of her, and all she could focus on was the man's eyes. The same one that was currently pinned down to the ground beneath her. The sadness that was in those eyes. An ache in her chest when she couldn't remember his name, but she knew him intimately.

“Now you know me.” He said softly. His eyes still never left hers. Even as her eyes flicked back to his, he couldn’t bring himself to move. “You can't place it, but you feel it.” He slowly brought his fleshed hand up to her wrist. He gauged her reaction as he did, but she didn't move to stop him. “That's what's stopping you.” 

His fingers moved in a pattern against her skin that his mind had once created one night while spending time with her. The very pattern he continued to do any time he was feeling overwhelmed in any way. His signal to her he needed an out from wherever they were at. 

Bucky watched as she didn't flinch away from his touch. It was as if she was just watching his movements, taking in the familiarity of something unlocking within her brain. As she did, he noticed another shift in her eyes. He was getting through to her. 

He just needed something else to help break through to her. To help give that final break through the wall. But a moment later he could hear the sound of someone speaking to her through her coms. 

The shift in her eyes disappeared and she was twisting his hand away from hers as the blade of the knife pressed deeper into his skin. All she had to do was slice and it'd be over. Her mission would be complete. 

“Ty zakonchil zdes’, Fantom.” You're done here, Phantom. The words had quickly left Bucky’s lips in one breath. 

He watched as she paused once more. He knew her programming was working its way through her. Her mind was trying to take in what the word meant. The blade against his skin eased up slightly. 

A part of her mind was screaming at her to stop and stand at attention to wait for the next command. That the punishment would be worse if she didn't obey. And for a brief moment her weight lifted off of him slightly. But the other part of her mind didn't register the command. In all the new conditioning she had over the last several months, that command didn't exist. 

There was no new command to stop. There wasn't a punishment waiting for her if she didn't respond to the command given. The main goal that was embedded this time around: complete the mission. 

When Bucky saw her grip tightened on the hilt, he knew it didn't work. He knew that whatever command he'd throw at her, there would be a possibility of it no longer working. He was out of options. 

When the blade of the knife began sliding across his skin, Bucky grabbed a hold of her wrist with his vibranium hand, halting her movements and pulling her hand away. He adjusted himself to flip her back on to her back as she continued to fight to free herself from his hold. 

With a hard hit of her knee, she had him flipped off of her and she rushed to stand. In the process, she pulled the hand gun strapped to her ankle out and aimed. Her finger pulled at the trigger easily. 

Bucky barely had a moment to steady himself before he was blocking bullets with vibranium. He moved closer to her with each pull of the trigger. Counting each until he knew for sure the clip would be empty. Before the final count, he noticed that she stopped. 

If he hadn't looked up at her eyes, he would have missed the way her eyes suddenly flashed red before returning to their normal color. He watched as the gun dropped to her side as something changed within her. Fear filled her eyes where there was emptiness moments ago. 

He watched as her eyes flicked to him before her eyes welled up, causing a tear to fall down her cheek. He could see that the wall he was trying to break through earlier had finally broken. In the next moment, Bucky was taking a few steps closer as she fainted forward. He caught her easily, pulling her up into his arms. 

“Thank you.” Bucky said as he looked over at Wanda the moment he had a hold of Y/N. 

It was easy enough for Wanda to work her way up behind Y/N. Her target had been keeping her busy and it had been easy for Wanda to give a small hand wave and Y/N was sent into the spell. 

Bucky gently brought her over to a padded bench against the wall and laid her down. His fleshed hand gently pulled down the fabric away from her face. It was a way to free her from Phantom. To separate the two entities as best as he could for her.  It wasn't long after that he was pulling the coms out of her ear and crushing it within vibranium. 

“I came as fast as I could.” Wanda said as she moved closer. “Though if I had come sooner you wouldn't have been shot.” She pointed towards Bucky’s right arm. 

Bucky looked down at his arm. His shirt had blood seeping through the fabric. He had been so focused on Y/N that his mind didn't register the fresh wound. From the looks of things, the bullet had grazed him. 

“It's superficial. I'll be fine.” He nodded. 

“And your neck?” She asked as her eyes began scanning for any possible threat. 

“Occupational hazard.” He shrugged slightly as he brushed his fingers along Y/N’s cheek. “I almost got through to her. But she got pulled back in.” He looked over to Wanda. “What did you make her see?” 

“Exactly what you might think I showed her.” She began. “Though what she is actually seeing, I'm not sure.” 

Bucky knew Wanda meant fears. He saw the look on Y/N's face before she passed out. He knew that if anything fear would be the thing to break through to her. That maybe once she'd wake up, the mind block would be gone. 

Bucky, what's your status? 

Steve's voice came over the coms. Bucky ’s hand went up to his coms as he looked over at Wanda. “We're clear. She's secured. “ 

The words almost made him cringe. He should have said she was safe. He should have said things were cleared there. He could have said a million other things, but out of habit he said what he did. 

Perimeter is clear. We're working our way in. Sam's voice came over the coms next. Stark got FRIDAY back up. 

The East Wing is cleared. Natasha added. 

Conversations continued through the coms but Bucky was barely listening. His attention was still on Y/N and he was sure it would stay that way for quite some time. 

She may have been unconscious but he could see the movement beneath her eyelids. He wondered what fears she was living through at that moment. What details she was reliving or what story her mind formed as the worst thing she could ever face. 

“The med bay may be more comfortable for her.” Wanda offered. The three of them were still in the walkway. Wanda knew that once the team had full control of the compound, a lot of people were going to be making their way through that walkway. 

“It can't be the med bay.” Bucky shook his head slightly before he moved to lift her up into his arms.  The possibility of Y/N waking up in the med bay and taking it out on the medical staff wasn't something they needed. She wouldn't know where she was let alone what they could possibly be doing to her. “I'll get her set up in one of the spare rooms for now. She'll need space.” 

As he began walking towards the living quarters, he felt the shift in her body. The tension she had from the spell began to ease up. Relaxing into his hold a little more with each passing second. 

“You're safe.” He promised her. “I'm never going to let you out of my sight.”

If he hadn't been holding her as he was, Bucky was sure he would have missed it. It had been soft as if she was sighing. And part of him deeply hoped he hadn't been just hearing things. 

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Anna's Effect

Paring: Anna/Lane

Word count: 1.130

Rating: T

Summary: Lane was a person that never had difficulty to understand people's feelings. What she had now was the difficulty to understand her own.

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Working on her bed was extremely impractical. Lane knew that. But the Siberian winter was colder on that day than it has been in a long time, and even with her room being one of the warmest in the manor, it was simply too cold to concentrate sitting on that small desk.

So she took one of Anna's long sleeved turtleneck and took all her books and notebooks to her bed and covered her legs with the thick woven blanket.

The translation was not progressing very fast. Actually, it wasn't progressing at all. Lane was sure that she needed whatever content the two missing pages carried but she had nowhere else to look for it. Soon Dimitry would start pointing out her delay, as if it was her fault that translating a book in a language no one alive knew and that the alphabet was a complete mystery was as easy as falling asleep.

She didn't even want to imagine his face when she told him she hadn’t made any progress.

-I don't want to see his face for a long time!

The slam of the door and the pacing woman took her out of any of her worries about her job. Anna was completely angry. Angrier than Lane has ever seen her.

She walked around the room completely mad, so displeased with whatever happened that she didn't even notice that Lane was staring at her. Her face completely red and her mumbling almost inaudible. The only words the woman could understand were “Dimitry” and “stupid”. They were repeated at least eight times.

-Did he catch you?

The woman jumped and turned around to look at Lane, making it completely clear that indeed her presence was unknown until that moment. But the surprise soon enough left Anna's face, the red started to subdue and she was visibly less upset than she had been when she got into the room, as if Lane’s mere presence would be enough for that.

As if.

Lane was sure that out of everyone that could have a calming presence, she would be the last. Of course, she knew how to calm people, she had to learn it fairly early due to her parents and the need for her to act like an adult when she should've been a normal kid. But her ability to calm people down came from her ability of understanding and analyzing human feelings, it didn't come from her ability to be a comforting presence, it didn't come from her being a friendly shoulder, it didn't come from her being a good source of support.

That Lane didn't know how to do.

And yet, Anna was no longer pacing around, she was now standing in front of Lane's bed, her breathing normal again, her face no longer red and her anger vanished. She looked down at Lane as if the translator had asked the wrong question and that she wanted something else. What, that Lane didn't know, so the two of them stared at each other for minutes or seconds or the entire eternity before Anna sighed.

-I tried to reach out to the girl in the cafeteria again, and out of nowhere the general showed up.

-I assume he was pretty upset.

-You have no idea. I don't know what he expects from me. There's people getting like that, we have no idea of why, of how they are contaminated or how to prevent the contamination. So he keeps a microbiologist on his squad just out of decoration? Am I supposed to sit still and drink some tea while there's people that I could help and that are simply dying?

Lane didn't know how to answer that. They both knew that in his stoic way, the general was protecting Anna by keeping her away from the locals, and they both also knew that Anna was right. That it was her duty to at least try to solve this mysterious pathogen just as it was the general's duty to prevent her to. So, indeed, what was Anna supposed to do? The silence came back while Anna searched for the answers to her questions on Lane’s eyes and searched for something in Anna's.

From the start, Anna had been the biggest mystery for Lane to understand. She had an extreme facility to understand people's emotions, including Anna herself.

What wasn't understandable was what Lane denominated “The Anna's Effect”. To stay sleeping close to Anna, Lane had spent an entire night listening to endless snorings from a man she didn't like and that didn't like her back, to be able to have lunch and dinner with Anna, she had started to eat with the entire squad and even participating on the cooking and the talking, and when Anna was sad or mad or displeased, like now, Lane felt the same.

She didn't want to calm Anna just because, she wanted because seeing Anna hurt caused pain to her.

“Oh.”

She knew it as soon as she thought of getting up to hold Anna in her arms. The need for human contact had never been a thought that Lane believed that she could have. But she also never believed that she would take someone else’s hurt to an extent. She was more upset at the general now that she has ever been before, and he had done a lot of things to make her upset. The sadness in Anna's eyes hurt more than anything she could remember, so it wasn't a life-changing realization really. It was more of the understanding of the matter per say.

That now it made sense that every time she got into a room, her eyes would immediately search for Anna's, or why she always prefered to take the closes Anna stored in her closet than that the ones she left out for Lane, it made sense because the scent of a beloved person helped to reduce stress levels, it made sense why the air left her chest everytime that Anna smiled at her.

-You could help me with my job.

Anna immediately smiled, once again taking the air from Lane's lungs, but at least now she knew her thought about having lung cancer was nonsensical.

-You mean watch you as you do your work?

Lane didn't answer, simply moving a few books away and lifting the blanket. The cold air got in, but so did Anna, so it wasn't that upsetting.

And the microbiologist wasn't lying when she said that she was just going to watch. Her head rested against Lane's shoulder and she watched and soon fell asleep. And as Lane moved the books away as quietly as possible and slowly laid the two of them down, Lane noticed that she wasn't the only one affected by an effect.

[64yrsold]

ACHES 5. sunshower

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“You live close to the bar,” he noticed, hands tight on the steering wheel. I wished he’d reach over, hold one hand to the inside of my thigh. 

“Yeah,” I clasped my hands together, “Convenient, I suppose.”

“Sure,” he nodded, his hand opening on the wheel as he turned right. “You go there a lot?”

“I guess,” I uncrossed my ankles, and crossed them again. “Not a concerning amount.”

“‘Course not.”

I listened to the low hum of his car. He kept the radio off, which made me focus on the sound of my breathing. 

“Do you live in the city?” I asked, since he asked about where I lived. And I didn’t want to admit that I did go to the bar a concerning amount.

“No, I’m just visiting for a bit.” He looked over his shoulder as he changed lanes. All his stops and starts were smooth, and he never went too fast around corners. The way he drove nearly lulled me to sleep.

“You have family here?” 

“No,” he laughed, then cleared his throat, “No.” He flicked on the heating, adjusting the vent to wash over my stiff hands.

“So you’re gonna disappear on me in a few days?” I joked, hoping he understood my sarcasm.

“This car turns into a pumpkin at midnight,” he shrugged. Then, more seriously, “I’m here a week longer.”

“Well,” I patted his shoulder, “Thanks for giving me one of your evenings.”

“Two,” he corrected, with a shiny smile. 

“That was more of a night, I think,” I returned his smile with a bigger one, squeezing my interlocked fingers back together so I wouldn't reach out for him again.

“Sure was,” he looked at me, winking. My heart rolled over.

We had slept together.

I swallowed, not unhappy, but feeling embarrassed. This was a new fucking low, completely blacking out and sleeping with a stranger in a random hotel room. I could’ve been killed. I could feel all the excitement of the evening seep from my pores, leaving an adrenaline-like emptiness. My pulse battered its way up my neck.

“We’re here,” he parked the car, “Ready?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“So, at that point, I wasn’t even really listening to her,” he rambled, chin resting neatly on his open palm. His fingers tapped his cheek steadily, a metronome which I watched closely, waiting for the seconds to dissipate. “I mean, who says something like that? So I told her–”

“Matty,” I interjected timidly, setting my fork on the pristine napkin, “I think I should go.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he sat up straight, picking up his cup of wine, “Let me take you home.”

“Thank you, but,” I grimaced, clearing my throat. I smoothed the white tablecloth in front of me. “I think… I don’t think it’s working.”

His glass paused on his lips, “You don’t think it’s working?” He blinked slowly, voice distorted from the cup.

“You’re really lovely,” I smiled, and he set his glass down quickly. I sighed, “I just don’t think I’m the girl for you.”

His eyes looked down at his thumbs, which traced the edge of each other slowly. “Why not?” he was quiet, mumbling.

“Listen, I’m really sorry,” I urged, standing from the table, “It was great getting to know you.”

“Yeah,” he stood, reaching out, then tucking his hand behind his neck, “Yeah, you too.”

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked for a final time, letting my eyes linger on his furrowed brow. My lips formed a goodbye, but I couldn’t manage to speak it aloud. I turned, leaving him in the restaurant alone. My heart was thudding painfully in my chest.

“Wait!” I heard him call, and I stopped on the sidewalk. I didn’t look back, frozen as I heard him run up behind me. “I didn’t sleep with you.”

I turned to face him, his eyes wide with panic.

“Oh.”

“No,” he shook his head forcefully, knocking a few curls loose onto his forehead. “You were drunk. I… I would never.”

“I thought you were drunk too,” I picked at the corner of my thumb, ripping the skin into jagged pieces. “You were drunk when we left the bar.”

“I, um,” he was frantically scraping his hands through his neatly gelled hair, “I just sober up quickly, to be honest.”

“Okay,” I tried to find some sort of courage to tell him I had completely blacked out.

“I don’t know why I fucking winked at you,” he laughed, without humour. “I’m so fucking nervous, I’m trying not to fuck this up.”

“I don’t want to either,” I assured him, noticing his shoulders relax as I spoke. He thumbed at the corner of his mouth, pursing his lips. His hands were busy without a cigarette occupying them.

“I really like you,” he took a careful step forward, slipping a hand behind my elbow. He held it there gingerly, like a hummingbird over a flower. “I got you something.”

“What?” I frowned, “You don’t need to buy me anything.”

He smiled, “Just let me show you first.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket– which I was still wearing– pulling out a small jewelry case. It was sleek and expensive. He looked at me with a star in his iris. “Marry me?”

“Um,” I sputtered, my mouth opening and closing stupidly.

He laughed quietly, “Kidding.” 

“Oh, fuck you,” I sighed, then fell silent as he opened the case. Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, simple with small diamond stars dangling at even intervals. “I can’t take that.”

“It might be a bit big,” he fussed, taking the bracelet out of the case, “Give me your arm, sweetheart.”

“I can’t have that,” I traced my fingers over my wrist, shaking my head. The bracelet sparkled like sunshower between his fingers. 

“The diamonds are fake,” he reached for my hand, clasping the bracelet around my cold wrist easily. “Fits perfect.”

“Promise they’re fake.”

“They’re fake.”

“Because if–”

“I want you to have it, please. To remember our first night.” His eyebrows tucked into each other, pleading. 

I didn’t remember our first night. “Okay.”

His hands were still on my wrist, his thumb pressed to the inside of it.

“I can take you home now.”

“Okay.”

His palm moved to cover mine, holding my hand firmly. He pulled me to his car, opening the door for me. When I fastened my seatbelt, he stared down at me, leaning against the roof of the car. I looked up at him, watching his mouth twitch and threaten to speak. He just let his pupils fill his irises, licking his bottom smiling lip. He closed the door.

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MRS NA? | NA JAEMIN. | PART TWO.

— Prologue: “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?” + “What the hell is your problem?”

— Summary: Wherein Go Yeeun wakes up from a coma and meets Na Jaemin claiming to be her husband and have five children together.

— Genre: jaemin series. Romance. Found family. Mystery. Smut. Crack. Fluffiness.

Notes: THIS IS A JAEMIN SERIES ON MY BLOG. reblog and follow me for more daily updates.

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The night was long for Go Yeeun. She couldn’t sleep it off no matter what and the only person on her mind was Jaemin, who wasn’t home no where to be seen or heard of. To add on the list the children are fast asleep and she’s laying in the double bed finding nothing out of her brain. Not a single reluctance memory to remember. It was stressing the poor woman out considering she can’t sleep now because of it. The night looks too dark, darker than usual.

The bedroom felt stiff and tense. Yeeun buries the body deeper into the blanket laying on the right side of the bed, while the left side was unoccupied and empty.

‘Was this really the life I chose? Seriously?’ It rang through her mind like a truck driving down a fast lane. It just didn’t make sense to her why she would chose this life. It did not feel like even it was her life previously.

Then the sound of the rustic doorknob turning wakes up Yeeun’s thoughts to vanish. She slides up from the bed putting on a gown robe over the shorts and the shirt she found from Jaemin’s wardrobe. Yeeun walks down the stairs in a hurry catching Jaemin taking off the shoes mid action, the lights turn on.

All the man saw was a dangerous stare from Yeeun pointing directly at him, she didn’t look happy nor impressed.

Yeeun taps the fingers on the side forearms repeatedly in silence until she finally asked one of the questions she was dying to ask him.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?” Her voice was hushed and quick, describing the anger boiling deep within her.

Jaemin sighs. “I told you where i was already before I left bunny lips.”

The man pulls the leather jacket away hanging it on the cloak hanger and then opening the fridge wide to stare inside. Bunch of beer bottles were in there as well as orange juice. However most of the fridge was empty.

Yeeun goes downstairs following Jaemin behind. “Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to come home this late? Have you got no sense of time in your head.”

He stops putting the beer back in the fridge. ‘Damn my appetite is ruined.’ He thought and turns around to look down at Yeeun.

“What the hell is your problem?” Jaemin slants closing the fridge with a large slam. Yeeun takes a step back when Jaemin took his feet forward approaching her from where she’d stood.

He continues talking making Yeeun’s skin crawl up. “Before you had no issues with me arriving home late, why is it a problem now. You let me do whatever without questioning.”

“Well I have an issue with it now.” His wife divulges raising an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t need a drunk man coming home to get more drunk.” Yeeun sighs looking around before going up the stairs. Jaemin caught her back leaving him and he sighs deeply out, this wasn’t how he planned it would go like down.

Yeeun could hear his footsteps from the stairs echoing and coming in the bedroom his stare lands on Yeeun. He unbuttoned the one button of his shirt and then the second. As much as he pissed her off Yeeun couldn’t take her eyes off him when he was about to undress until suddenly he opens the door widely.

He clears his throat. “Uh bunny lips. You get backache on the bed so you usually sleep on the couch.”

The stare at his collarbones being revealed shifts and deadpans onto the man up front. Yeeun let’s out a confused ‘huh’ as if this was a joke or something but the way he was being serious in that rasp out tone made it impossible to be light.

“I’m sorry I get what—”

“Yeah…” Jaemin crawls on the bed lifting Yeeun over his shoulders suddenly she nearly screamed but held it over her hand remembering the children are asleep. It was a nightmare getting them to listen and to finally sleep too so, it would’ve been terrible if they woke up now after all the effort.

“Let me go..! Do you hear me?” She whisper yells as quiet as possible.

She slams the back until she was thrown on the couch with Jaemin throwing a pillow and blanket over at her head.

“Sweet dreams. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” He smirks turning around, not a single hesitation.

Yeeun gasps taking it off angrily and saw Jaemin slamming the bedroom door shut. She grips the warm blanket huffing out. “Dickhead… why did i marry him god tell me.” She lays on the couch grunting.

This couch wasn’t at all comfortable. Yeeun couldn’t get comfortable in any position. All night she was twisting and turning side to side, back to front. She even tried to change the pillow positions and that did not help.

‘I hate my life.’ She pleads shutting her eyes tight.

‘I’m sorry father. I can’t do that anymore.’

‘What do you mean? You don’t have a choice Yeeun.’

‘I don’t want to do that.’

A swung hand thrown like a fast bullet slaps the face until cold sensation pours down like the Antarctic snow has landed on the face. Waking up breathing heavily and coughing out water from the mouth and the nose, she saw blurry until rubbing them wide open to see the five children and her husband have poured a bucket of water down her face.

She chokes coughing. “What the hell was that for?!” She couldn’t believe this. They were spawn of satans most definitely.

Jaemin smirks patting her wet hair. “The kids need you to make their lunch for school. I’m off to work now. Make sure they get there on time.” He walks to the door and Yeeun twists around on the couch.

“Wait don’t leave yet!” She was about to shout but Jaemin left unable to listen, or rather want to listen to her. She sighs turning around.

“MUM HANUEL STOLE MY BUNNY.��� The young girl cried from the other room.

“MUMMM YONGSOO IS EATING SPONGES AGAIN.” Insu shouts looking at the younger brother chewing on the fabric.

Insung runs to Yeeun. “Mum I can’t find my school shoes!”

Yeeun rubs her head friending a welcoming headache on the temples. This much responsibility and not a single person they can ask other than her. So this was motherhood? It truly did not look bright. She stands up rushing to grab the baby, Yongsoo, who munched on the sponges and grabs it away. She stares at the bitten fabric in disturbing light.

“Okay… Yongsoo go wash your mouth and brush your teeth.” Yeeun told the boy and he waddles to the bathroom, he pulls the little step up box and stands on it to get the similar height to the sink.

Her attention was quickly taken over to the shoes hidden underneath the couch. She grabs them and looks around.

“Insung are those your shoes?” She points and the little six year old boy with adorable ears nods grabbing them. “Thanks mum.”

She would start making the sandwiches for them unable to think what they want or whatever. But she did her best to make something nice and healthy too. Yeeun chopped cucumbers and tomatoes in a box putting them in the school bags. She created peanut butter and jam sandwiches in a separate container box.

Haewon comes behind Yeeun pointing. “Can I please have cranberry juice with my lunch?”

She looks down at the younger girl. “Sure can you take it out the fridge and I’ll put it in your water bottle.”

Haewon walks away to the fridge grabbing the juice box and puts it on the counter. Hanuel grabs the orange juice pouring it in the glass.

She puts the cranberry juice for Haewon in the bottle and puts it inside her princess pink Aurora school bag. “Okay you’re done. Here you go.”

Her gaze turns to the smaller bag and she finishes putting the last lunchbox that was finished in the bag. Yongsoo comes out of the bathroom all ready for his school and she looks at the toddler.

“You hungry for something that isn’t sponges for washing?” She points and Yongsoo pouts.

“I want cheese crackers.” He said sitting on the couch. Yeeun brings the cheese crackers on the plate to Yongsoo and then saw out the window the yellow school bus.

She turns to the children. “Kids your bus is here! Go and catch it.”

Yongsoo grabs a few crackers quickly eating them. They all were helped putting on shoes and jackets. It felt worse than a workout Yeeun could imagine, she never thought being a mother was a full time consuming job and gym session in one. The children ran out saying goodbye to their mother and leaving her all alone. Luckily she saw them get on just fine on the bus so somehow all that stress was gone.

She pulls on the couch and saw a paper note attached on the table, it was written by Jaemin.

‘Do these chores below before everyone gets back home! Thanks!’

With a smiley face written next to it. She glared looking at the section it was like a whole list for multiple people to do all day.

Yeeun scoffs. “Somehow I feel more like a freaking servant than a stay at home wife.”

The first chore was to cut up wood for the fireplace because during the night it gets way colder. Yeeun walks to the back yard only to be jumped by two large shepherd dogs licking her face and running in the house as they please.

She yells. “AH MY GOD NO ONE TOLD ME WE HAVE BEASTS IN THIS FREAKING HOUSE.”

Yeeun gets up and seeing them on the couch occupying it she wipes the dogs saliva on her face in digust. ‘I think I’ll be sick later.’ She couldn’t believe they haven’t told her they have freaking dogs!

Going outside she starts to put up the wooden logs and grabs the nearby axe. She wobbles to the side everytime trying to lift it with her weak arms she nearly trips over a rock on the ground and almost chops herself up. She sighs looking back at the dropped axe on the floor and grabs it again.

Positioning it with extreme focus, Yeeun managed to cut open two logs in half. She comes back flinching seeing the logs fall apart so easily. It was almost satisfying to watch but not as satisfying to do.

The next chore when you’d finish chopping up freaking wood for the house, it was to take care of the farm animals. This includes so many stations, cleaning them, feeding them, grooming them and their hair for the horses. Milking the cows was one thing. The sheep’s needed to be shaved for the wool. Yeeun sighs.

All of these works took hours upon hours. Yeeun was busy just by doing something. Milking the house was a hassle because everytime she tried to grab the cow to milk them she would spray the milk on herself — it was an insane experience. Later on the sheep were next and shaving the sheep went surprisingly smooth until they start moving around too much. Afterwards Yeeun had to put on the black farmer boots on, which were probably Jaemin’s because they were a little too big on her. However they did the work. Yeeun goes inside the pig pen holding her nose at the animal smell.

It really wasn’t pleasant to smell. They weren’t even that cute up close. Yeeun takes a step forward, she had to wash the pigs but in the process one pig ran away seeing her come close and Yeeun in panic slips on the muddy ground in the pig pen. She gets surrounded by pigs smothering her and the mud on her clothes and the willingness of the boots.

She wanted to scream in frustration, but she couldn’t because the pigs where crushing her almost.

Yeeun comes out when finishing the job all dirty and smelling all sorts of things you couldn’t even tell what animal smelled like hers. When looking back at the list of notes she saw the chickens becoming next and all she had to do was collect the eggs.

Yeeun thought it was easy, well that was the most wrong assumption step ever. Because when the young girl got in that chicken coop she never saw that many chickens chirping on her skin and feet. It was considerably very painful it felt like a pink on your skin. She would come out with the eggs in the basket and closed the pen door.

The very last thing was the horses and these were probably the most intimidating creatures she encountered. As far as she remembers, she couldn’t find a single recalling memory coming across a horse before the car accident.

She had to clean the horse shoeshine and then groom their hair as well as feed them the nutrients. She’d watch the horse eat calmly.

‘Well these were the most calm animals. The pigs and the sheep were a hassle.’ Yeeun thought to herself.

By the time she was done with farm work, Yeeun took a shower inside the house to clean up. She really needed a bath, a relaxing one where she could relax. But forgetting the dogs were inside they all sat in front of the bathtub watching her.

She side eyes them splashing water on the dogs. “Shoo! I’m tryna bathe here.”

Yeeun stares at the dogs not budging, as if they were protecting her from intruders. She can’t believe she has two freaking border collie shepherd dogs watching her right now, naked in a bath to get the mud and the animal smell out.

She looks at their collars.

“Ruby and Pearl…” She repeats. Their names were Ruby and Pearl. Yeeun looks back at them.

“You. Ruby. Go away.”

Yeeun repeats but the dog only tilts their head not understanding. At this point Yeeun gives up and just loudly groans sinking into the water pushing her head underneath.

‘What was I thinking talking to a dog.’

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[little-diable]

The Ghost of Christmas Future – Loki

Part 3 of my Christmas series! A big thank you to @writingliv for writing this with me, I love working with you! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Loki is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future and he shows the god something that forces him to find his way back to his past lover.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), some angst, mentions death

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (2.2k words)

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An almost grim expression tugged on the god’s features, fuelled by the annoyance he felt, by the uneasiness radiating off him. Loki paced his quarters, eyes trying to focus on his book, desperate to distract himself from his mother’s Yule preparations. If there was one thing he detested, it was these celebrations, festive days reminding him of people and stories he needed to forget.

The mere thought of being dragged down memory lane by his heavy heart and his aching mind left the god of mischief groaning, he was better than that, he was better than all these pathetic humans that gave into their emotions. With an angry growl rumbling through him, the book Loki had been holding was tossed to his bed, slender fingers combing through his black hair.

This is why he had let her go. This is why he had pushed her away. This is why he needed to get away from her and the pitiful excuse of a life she lived.

Her. The one his heart had been rather fond of, the woman who had managed to lure the god into her trap. It had been easy, too easy, but who was he to deny a challenge. Loki would always win, no matter the game, no matter the rules – at least that’s what he had always believed, till (y/n) had stumbled into his life.

She had managed to bewitch him within seconds, pulling the man into her grasp before either one of them could understand what was happening. It had happened years ago, years where he had snuck away from Asgard with one of his many tricks, finding joy in the simplicity of Midgard. It had been his own fault, he should have stayed away from there, should have listened to the warnings, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and then suddenly it had been too late.

Loki could still feel her pressed against his body, he could still hear her soft voice murmuring his name, calling him back to bed. Memories he needed to get rid of, fast. He was better than that. He was stronger than that. He was smarter than that. He hadn’t been born to live a simple life, he was a god, made for more. 

But sometimes, just sometimes, he found himself giving into these memories, lingering on the thoughts that painted her features, allowing him to pick up on the sound of her loud laughter, allowing him to feel her soft skin beneath his cold fingertips. It was torture, pure torture, and yet the feeling had a bittersweet touch to it. An almost addictive pain.

He plopped down on his bed, eyes focused on the expensive looking ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of his memories, a useless try that only pulled him further down the rabbit hole. His teeth grazed his lower lip, about to draw blood, about to sink into the flesh she had kissed many moons ago. 

Before he could try to sleep away his memories, wanting to dream of a better life, of an exciting future, he heard his name being called, eyes snapping open. His heart was pounding, beating against his ribcage as he looked at the unfamiliar being standing near his bed. 

Loki had seen many ominous creatures in his life, but none looked like this. The spirit seemed to levitate above the ground, only its cloak gracing the marble floor. No face was visible as a grey hood loomed a shadow over any possible features, emanating a freezing chill that ran down the god’s back.

Loki shot up, his hand immediately searching the knife he kept by his bed. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” He asked, ignoring the way his breath had suddenly condensed in front of his lips. 

“Silly prince, who am I, you ask?” The voice spoke, letting neither its gender nor species be revealed. 

“How dare y-” Loki sneered at the creature until it approached him, forcing him to hold his breath. 

“I do not have the time for your scandals, prince. I am here to show you something. Follow me,” the creature turned, hitting Loki with its cloak that felt just like a thicker blow of air. It didn’t turn around to check if the god was following; instead, it walked out of the room and sped its pace. Loki had barely the time to react, following the creature as quickly as it could. 

“Where are we going?” The god asked, short of breath as they made their way out of the castle. The halls were empty, it seemed like everyone had disappeared from existence. The ghost did not answer. Instead, it switched directions, almost causing Loki to trip. 

“Where are we going? I demand to know,” Loki doubled down as he regained his balance, jogging to catch up the lost distance. 

The ghost suddenly stopped, turning back to the god for a glance before looking forward again, nothing more than the deep dark forest standing in front of them. “We are late. A funeral.”

“Wh-” Loki tried to ask, confused. Funeral? Whose funeral? He didn’t know anyone that had died recently. His question, however, died in his throat as fog covered the previously dark forest, acting as a canvas where an image started to form. 

Flowers, dozens upon dozens of vases and bouquets filled to the brim with tulips. Midgardian flowers. Loki frowned. His stomach turned. What? He continued to watch the image develop right before his eyes as rows of people filled a snowy cemetery. Cries and moans filled the empty winter air suddenly, far too familiar yet strange for him to point out. 

“Why are you showing me this?” He finally broke the silence, his voice cracking under the pressure in his chest. 

“How long do midgardians tend to live, prince?” The voice replied, still staring at the image upon them.

“A century? I-” Loki’s head felt as if it was spinning, every Midgardian he had ever met running through his mind. A thought tried to form, but he suppressed it. No. She was maybe thirty by now. She couldn’t-

“If they are healthy. If nothing happens,” The voice doubled down in a dreamy tone. His thoughts were seemingly elsewhere. “Weren’t you the one that loved to underscore their fragility?”

“I-” Loki tried to speak, but his lungs burned, his eyes trying their best to focus on the details of the image upon him, ignoring the sobbing cries. 

“Wasn’t she particularly careless?” The ghost finally spoke, and Loki felt his knees buckle. no. 

It couldn’t be. He would have found out. He would have known. They would have told him… but how? How? If he had left without telling anyone, simply kissing her on the forehead like he had done every other morning and walking out, never to be seen again? Why would they tell him even if they could? He had done nothing but hurt her. 

No. 

Loki shook his head. 

„You’re lying to me, why are you doing this? Who are you?” One question after another rolled off Loki’s tongue, filling the silence he found himself engulfed by. But the ghost didn’t reply, he kept watching the scene in front of them play out. 

Loki had to stop himself from vomiting, unable to stop the bile from rising up in his throat. This had been his wrong doing, his selfishness that had lured him away from her, her, the one his head had grown fond of.

There wasn’t a day where he didn’t think of her, of (y/n), the love he hadn’t got to feel in many moons. The dark voice inside his head had promised him that he was destined for more, made for something by far bigger than what she could offer. 

How wrong he had been. How foolish he had been.

“I understand, I do. But please, take me away from here.” The ghost turned back towards Loki, staring him down for a few seconds, watching the tears roll down his cheeks, before the scene finally vanished. Loki’s head was spinning, eyes struggling to focus on something as the ghost kept speaking.

“It’s on you to decide, but remember, the time she has is limited, don’t let any more of it go to waste.” And with one last exhale, the ghost was gone, leaving Loki trapped in nothing but an uncomfortable darkness flooding through his room. 

……

„Loki? What am I doing here? Where am I?“ A relieved sigh left Loki as he stared down at her, taking in the features he had last seen in one of his nightmares. His heart was still aching, racing in his chest at the mere thought of ever losing her to Death’s cold grasp.

“You’re in Asgard, I had to see you.” She had been forcefully awoken from her dream, unable to pierce together what was happening as she was dragged away from her home. And yet she hadn’t protested, not speaking up as a wave of familiar comfortableness had flushed through her.

“You kidnap me, because you have to see me? Is that all?” (Y/n) had always been good at seeing through his lies, eyes not letting go of his as she slowly reached out to cup his cheek. Sparks shot down Loki’s back at the familiar touch, oh how he had secretly longed to feel her close once again. 

“You were dead, I saw it, saw your dead body.” Confusion tugged on her features, not understanding what the god was speaking. He shook his head to try and get rid of the pictures flushing through his mind once again. “It was in the future, far from now, and yet I couldn’t stand myself for letting you go. I needed to see you, prove myself that you’re still alive.”

“Oh, Loki.” He dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers. No longer did he want to share any meaningless words, no, he wanted to feel her close, wanted to touch the body he had once known like the back of his hand. The kiss was fuelled by their still burning love, tying the two closer together as he pushed her against his best, crawling on top of (y/n). 

He could hear her heart racing, could feel her gasps leaving her. Sounds that left him grinning in mischief. His hands started wandering, long fingers that knew their way down to her heat, the place where she ached for him. The moment had something almost unreal to it, like a dream, a faded memory, Loki couldn’t help but wonder if yet another ghost was playing a trick on him, but her sounds were too strong, too honest. 

“I damned you for a long time, cursed your name. But yet my body has never not been yours, forever connected with you.” Another kiss was pressed against her lips as his fingers disappeared inside her sweats, teasing the thin fabric of her panties. She has soaked through the fabric, dripping for him, him only. 

Within seconds he had her undressed, fabrics finding their way to the ground as he let go of her. Their eyes held contact, allowing her to watch him settle between her thighs, lips kissing their way to her cunt. Soft moans left her, one hand finding his locks as the other tightened its grip on the blanket she was laying on. 

“My pretty flower, I missed your taste, I missed your sweet sounds, oh how I missed you.” His tongue brushed through her folds, moaning at her taste as (y/n) arched her back off the mattress. Loki ate her out like a starving man, feasting from her with groans clawing through the two in unison. 

For months they had dreamt of moments like this, never willingly admitting to it, even though they were caught by them, unable to escape. His arms found their way around her thighs, keeping her close as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, thumb circling her pulsing bundle. 

She was a shuddering mess, made for the God’s eyes, for his hands, and his tongue. She was his, in all her glory. And deep down Loki couldn’t help but promise to her, and to himself, that she’d never leave his side again.

His name rolled off her tongue, like a dark secret spoken in the depth of the night, like a prayer made to save her damned soul. A sound that left Loki groaning in satisfaction, adding more speed to the movements of his tongue and fingers. She was close, he could tell, and all he was focused on was making her cum on his tongue.

(Y/n) tightened her grip on his locks, eyes squeezed shut to give into the quiet call of her name. She came with a loud gasp, head thrown back, teeth buried in her lower lip. Loki watched her unfold, kept fucking her with his tongue through her high, before he slowly let go of her.

The god crawled up her body, lips meeting hers to allow (y/n) to taste herself before he plopped down next to her, pulling her into his chest. And with another kiss pressed to her forehead he tightened his grip on her, promising to hold her close till the end of her time.

[thedirtygridd]

FIFTY SHADES OF GASLY (PART 1)

WARNINGS: 18+, Strong Sexual content. Wildest one yet, prepare yourself.

(This one is inspired by an anonymous request..hope it lives up to your expectations!)

Summary - You are in a cheating scenario with Pierre Gasly. He has his own girlfriend and you have your own boyfriend, but somehow you always end up back with Pierre. You bring the worst out of each other. He takes you on a car journey, and you end up somewhere quiet…He then exerts his dominance over you.

“Get in” Pierre said out the window as he pulled up to the side of you in his car. The race weekend had just finished , and he was leaving the track as he pulled up beside you as you strolled down the pavement.

You ignored him, he had pissed you off today and weren’t going to let into him this easy again…or so you thought.

Pierre had just finished outside of the points in the race, he was tired and frustrated. And when he got frustrated, he found it difficult not to take it out on other people.

You had tried to console him straight after the race, but he snapped at you. So you left. You and Pierre weren’t in a relationship, you were just friends. You had a boyfriend of your own , and he had a girlfriend. But you somewhere had become more than friends recently.

“Please, come on. Get in, I’m sorry” he said yet again as he creeped the car alongside you.

You were starting to already want to give in and do as he said. You found him irresistible. Everything about him. Even when he was angry. This was all a game to you, and you wanted to frustrate him even more.

“Come on, don’t make me ask you again” he said, this time he sounded firmer. “Get in the fucking car”

You could tell he was angry now. Just what you wanted.

You stopped walking and opened the car door. You sat down beside him and closed the door behind you.

“Finally , what was that all about eh?” He asked, his facial expressions looking angry.

You turned and looked at him, you couldn’t help but smirk as you did. “Fuck, I love it when you’re angry with me” you said. You stated into his eyes, his charm already luring you in. Already turning you on. He was full of testosterone, especially after today.

“Oh you do, do you…” he responded, while smirking and briefly biting his lip. You admired the view of his sharp jawline and well shaven beard. The perfect man.

Yourself and Pierre had been cheating with each other. You loved the adrenaline rush of fucking in all the wrong places. You loved being wrong. You loved being bad people.

Pierre stepped on the gas. You loved it when he drove fast. He went onto the dark lanes outside the boundaries of the track. He knew the area well, considering it was Paul Ricard in France. He rushed up the dark lanes, just you two on the roads. You noticed his biceps tensing and twitching as he gripped the wheel. His hands clenched tightly as he steered. You wished they were on you. On your neck.

You eventually stopped on an empty, quiet hill, just you two and endless dark trees and fields. He switched the car off, all the lights went off outside, and he locked the door.

“Why have you stopped, Pierre?” You asked, confused.

He slowly lifted up his tshirt and took it off. He exposed his hard, ripped abs. His hairy, pumped chest and his hard biceps and wide shoulders. The scent of his sweat hit you as he lifted the t-shirt over his head, exposing his armpits. Part of you relished the smell of his scent, as disgusting as it may sound. He smelt manly and full of testosterone.

“You’re still sweaty baby…” you mentioned. “Have you not even showered yet?”

He finished taking the shirt off and threw it in the back. The smell of his warm armpits hit you as he did it. He responded “what’s the point in washing before what I’m gonna do to you?”

He looked you up and down, taking in the sight of your body. You could tell he was already thinking of what he was going to do to you. “Take off your clothes” he said firmly.

“What? Now? In the car?” You asked, confused at what he was doing

“Don’t make me ask twice, take them off” he said again, even firmer this time.

So you did. You slowly slid your dress and top off, your bra next, followed by your tights that you had been wearing all day.

As you did this, you noticed how Pierre had taken all but his boxer shorts off, you noticed how his shaft was already hard at the sight of you. You tried not to stare for too long.

He slowly brushed his hard, masculine hands over your legs, which still had the black glossy tights on. His hands slid over your feet, over your thighs

“You know how much I love you wearing these tights” he chuckled. His every movement of his fingers arousing you more and more. One hand now grabbed one of your breasts as he did it. “Take them off for me” he added.

So you did. You delicately slipped your legs and feet out of your tights. He watched as you did. “Pass them here” he demanded.

Before you could respond, he had already taken them from you. “Now take your panties off…. and touch yourself” he added.

As you slipped your panties off, Pierre had pressed your sweaty tights against his face. He took deep breathes as he took in the scent of your legs, feet and more... You started touching yourself as he did it. You felt how you were already dripping wet, the anticipation was killing you.

Next, Pierre moved closer to you and slid his own two fingers into your mouth. You took a moment to suck on the taste of them, before he pushed them further down your throat.

“You’re gonna do as I say aren’t you eh? You’ll be a good girl for me won’t you? He asked as he gagged you on his thick fingers. You felt saliva build up as he did it, and it slowly dripped down your face.

He then proceeded to remove his fingers, which were now covered in spit. He rubbed them slowly around your face, instantly messing up your makeup. Your face quickly becoming wet. He always enjoyed making a mess, he liked to use you as his dirty girl. He then slid the same fingers deep inside of you.

“Ah, s-s-shit…” you gasped.

He didn’t hold back , he fingered you fast and hard. You admired the sight of his biceps tending up as he fingered you.

He did this for a good few minutes, the car was starting to steam up and get sweaty. You had forgotten about where you were , you were just so caught up in the moment. As always was the case with this incredible man.

Pierre slid his fingers out from inside you and grabbed your neck with them. You felt his pressure hold you as he kissed your mouth. “Suck me off baby” he added.

He dragged you by the hair over to his hard cock, and immediately shoved you down onto it. He gagged you on it for as long as he could, your nails digging into his thighs as you gasped for breath. His cock felt rock hard, and tasty - so salty. You could taste all the precum that was oozing out of his tip, and you could feel all his pumping veins pulsing on your tongue.

“Get in the back” he said. He pulled you off him and pushed you between the front seats over onto the back seats. As you climbed over, he took the chance to slap your ass cheek. His slap hurt, but it felt good. You were so aroused, and so ready to be used by your man. You wondered what your boyfriend might think, and then you realised you didn’t care. You wanted Pierre.

“Fuck me Pierre. Please. Fuck me hard” you begged him. As you turned around, legs open to position yourself for him, you saw how Pierre had now placed your panties on his face. His nose right in the centre of them. He sniffed on them as he looked at you, before lowering them to his hard cock and using them to stroke himself a few times.

He positioned himself on the backseats and entered you. He stretched your tight walls as he did it. He was much larger than your boyfriend, and much girthier. His tip was harder as well. As he fucked you from on top, you took the opportunity to glide your hands over his tensed up abs. Every time he thrust in and out of you , you felt them clench up and grind against each other. You were surprised you couldn’t hear them grinding against one another as he fucked you. They were like rocks inside of his skin clenching together. The feeling of them crushing your hands as they got caught up in between each crevice.

The feeling of his abs , together with his cock inside you, instantly made you squirt on him. Your juices covering the backseat. Neither of you stopped. You were so used to Pierre making you cum. It happened multiple times per fuck. He got you in ways other men couldn’t even dream.

Pierre grabbed your neck again as he thrust, and then spit on your face. He repeated this a few times, you felt warm splats on your face, and some in your mouth. His tongue licked your neck, his saliva covering you as he did it. You felt sweat dripping off his ripped chest as he fucked you.

“Fuck your so sweaty” you said to him

“You love it…dirty slut. You’re my dirty slut.” he responded.

You did love him sweating, you couldn’t deny it. You smothered your hands over his hairy chest, you felt the slime of his sweat build up on your fingers as you did it. You then sucked on your fingers and admired the salty taste. He tasted too good.

“Fuck…Pierre…I love being your slut” you added

“You’re so much fucking tighter than my girlfriend” Pierre gasped in your ear as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re not going to be tight when I’m done with you” he added.

Pierre flipped you over and onto your front, he pushed you up onto the side of the soaking wet windows. The car was so sweaty and steamy now.

You felt Pierre enter you from behind, you were almost in a doggy position, but not quite due to how tight the car was. He loved fucking you in doggy. He loved to fuck you while sliding his wet fingers into your ass. And that’s what he did next. You felt him enter both your holes. The feeling too intense to even comprehend. You were so high off him. So high of this incredible male being.

He was rough. He didn’t hold back. You felt him push as far as he could inside you. You squirted yet again , this time he commented “fuck yeah , squirt for me. Squirt for daddy”

He then slapped your ass cheek hard yet again. Your juices now covered the back seats of the car. The smell of his sweat filled the air.

He pulled you back down and onto your back, firmly pushing himself back inside you as he lay on top. You noticed he now had something in his hand. A bottle.

“What’s that?” You asked as he slowly thrust inside you.

He opened the lid, didn’t respond to you, and proceeded to pour it over you.

It was oil. Thick, slimy, warm oil. He poured what felt like gallons of it over you. The back seats now completely ruined. He emptied at least half of the bottle onto you, and used his hands to spread it over your tits.

He slowly rested his chest, and hard abs onto you as he fucked. You felt your bodies slipping and sliding over each other in the oil.

You used your own hands to spread oil over his muscly back. You felt every crook and cranny on his back with your fingers. You smothered the oil into his sweat.

This caused you to cum yet again.

“Fuck I’m close baby” he said as he pulled out.

He lay onto his back in front of you. His hairy, muscly legs spread open in front of your eyes as he positioned them around you. “Finish me off…start at the bottom and work your way up”

You did as he said. He closed his eyes as he rested his arms behind his head. You took your hands and placed them on his oily legs. You slowly glided your tongue up his sweaty, hairy, thick legs and then all the way up his thighs. You arrived at his cock but bypassed it - you wanted his abs first. You used your hand to jerk him off as you savoured the taste and feeling of his oily abs. As you did it you felt his cock slowly tense up, his groans slowly get louder and louder. “F-fuck” he said as he bit his lip.

Your left hand , and tongue, were smothering his abs as you felt them tense up. Your right hand jerked his shaft as you felt it explode. You continued jerking through the hard pulses as his cock shot out beads of his very own hot, white cum. His milk splatted all over his abs. It was the biggest load you had ever seen. It would’ve easily made any girl pregnant. He was such a fertile and dominant man.

He eventually stopped shooting, and he ordered you to clean him up. Your tongue smothered his abs yet again, you felt his cum build up on your tongue as you slid it over him. He tasted good as well. Much better than your boyfriend.

You then finished by placing your head on his hard chest which was still covered in both of your sweat , oil and cum. He placed his hand on your head and slowly brushed on your hair

“Fuck that was good…next time I’m gonna cum inside you and fill your pretty tight pussy up. I’ll breed you like a slut”

“Use me how you want baby” you responded. You didn’t care what he did to you, everything he did was perfect.

You loved how you both wanted to be as wild as possible. You both lived off pure fucking. You were so high on him when your bodies were combined into one.

“Now where am I going to get this car cleaned?….Fuck….” Pierre mentioned while realising what a mess he had just made.

You both chuckled as you lay in the backseat of the car, still high on what had just happened.

You wanted more.

End of Part 1.