#me finally catching up on these? yea. shhhh.

[takochan-writes]

Don't Make a Sound - DBF!Javier Pena x f!reader

Pairing: DBF!Javier Pena x f!reader

W/C: 900

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, DBF (Dad's bestfriend), pwp, p in v, creampie

A/N: sex with fireworks view on your bedroom window? HELL YEA 'MURICA! Lmao. It's not even the 4th of July… but fuck it, right? It's STILL July after all lmao

Summary: Your family is hosting a party for the 4th of July in your family house until midnight. But, a certain someone comes into your room to have some alone time with you.

It's the 4th of July and your family decided to invite their friends and neighbors to have some barbeque in your family house. It's a big day for them, but you can't help it to wait for someone special that you know he's gonna come tonight. It's your dad's best friend, Javier Pena.

And you're not even going to lie, Javier is one of the most attractive people on this planet. You have known him since you were in middle school. When your dad invites his best friends to look at his new car, he introduces you to all of them. But, you were smitten by him, because of his broad shoulders and that handsome face of his. His tight pants and those beautiful brown eyes keep you on the edge every time he comes over to your family home.

You've been thinking about him ever since. You think that he's taken an interest in you too. You always catch him looking at you with…. hungry eyes. Like a predator trying to keep an eye on his prey before anyone or anything else can catch you before him. Every time you catch him looking at you, he'll look the other way real quick. But, you noticed him every time.

But today was different. Today, you're excited to go see the fireworks, especially him. Your parents and their friends are already on the porch, barbequing, drinking, and having some fun talking about their lives. They seem busy with what they're doing. You finally catch his eyes in the crowds of people. You both start a starring contest for a while with flirty eyes. But, you suddenly break the eye contact to wink and start walking to your bedroom upstairs. You hope he got the hint.

So here you are now, sitting on your bed in your white nightgown, waiting for Javier to show up with all your hopes and dreams riding high in the air. Finally, Javier knocked on your door and started making his way inside your room.

He walks into your room like he owns the place and closes the door. "You waitin' for me, darling?"

You just nodded and gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He chuckles lightly and pulls his shirt off. You gasp quietly, watching him take his pants off and then lay them down somewhere on the floor next to his shoes and shirt. He turns back to face you and gives you a devilish grin.

"Are we going to do things or just stare at each other?" He raises a brow and you giggle a little.

He got on top of you and your breath hitches when you feel his hand rest on your hip as you close your eyes. You open your eyes to find him smirking at you. He didn't let you wait and slowly slide his cock into your wet cunt. You groan as you feel the head stretching you.

"Shhh, baby girl, shhhh.. It won't hurt so much if you stay quiet"

You close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of having him inside you. But the feeling of him stretching you was almost too much. You have enough experience with sex, but you didn't expect him to be this big. You start to whimper and cry a little bit because of the overwhelming feelings you experienced.

"Shhh, babygirl. Don't cry. I know it's too much for you, huh? My cock is too big for your cute little cunt? Just breathe in, honey. You're taking me so well. I'm almost all the way inside of ya, honey"

He keeps his body as still as possible to let you adjust to his bulbous head before he thrust forward and pushes his full length inside of you.

"God dammit, honey. You're squeezing me so much. I'm trying so hard not to fuck you like a fuck toy that you are. Do you like this, babygirl? Huh? You like my cock so much that you squeeze me this hard to keep me inside of you? I know you fucking like this because I can feel you dripping all over my balls, honey"

Soon enough you feel the familiar wave of pleasure washing over you and you cry out loud. You hear Javier moan loudly along with you. He finally, slowly thrusting into you.

"Oh fuuucck… that's it, babygirl. You've taken all of me inside of you. Fuck, you squeezing me so much, babygirl. You feel so good, so warm. I'm so proud of you, honey. You are my perfect little toy, huh?" he murmurs against your ear and you just whimper in response.

He starts thrusting into you fast. As he hits the spot that you need, you start screaming his name. You can hear him moaning as he pumps his cock faster. The waves of pleasure are crashing and crashing over you and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. You feel his cock twitch in your tight pussy and you feel him fill you completely. A few seconds later, you finally reach your climax and he comes deep into you. He grabs you tightly with his arms and collapses on top of you.

"I love you, babygirl. I love you so much," he mutters and pulls his head from the crook between your neck and shoulder and kisses you passionately.

[lichsent]

RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

BOLD  whatever applies to / attracts your muse.    

TAGGED BY :  @breselin ♡ ♡ ♡ five years late but I’m Here Now TAGGING :  :-|a

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV :       orthodox monasteries , deep woods  , starry nights  , the sound of paper being torn ,  dimly lit rooms ,   withered roses  ,  an unfinished letter , piles of books  , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house ,  heavy wooden furniture  , the air before a storm , the smell of earth  , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs  ,  emptied streets  ,  the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT  :       coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers  & slightly shaking hands ,  a red stain blooming on white fabric ,  lonely steps in a corridor ,  the slow dripping of water  , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness  , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath  &  counting heartbeats ,  too many stairs  , the desire to be invisible ,  a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT  :      classical statues ,  wealth covered with dust  , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling ,  long walks in a park  , useless chatter  , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench  ,  a melancholic face  , an unexpected spring rain  , the joy of reading one’s favorite book  ,  the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA :       fields of crops ,  flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair ,  a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears  , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden  ,  soft sunlight  &  white curtains  , the sensation of velvet against skin  , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor  , a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE  :       a glass of wine  , the brightness of  a crystal chandelier  ,  white lace , a raging snow storm ,  the sound of a door being gently closed  , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room ,  indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light  , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing ,  the sweet smell of strawberries  ,  a pair of gloves left on an armchair  , light scent of powder

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA  :       the chaos of a lively city  ,  ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants  , jumping on a moving tram ,   the sight of moscow from the roof of a house  ,  yellow flowers in a vase  , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony ,  colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN :       a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings  , passing seasons  ,  discussing french novels of the moment ,  unspoken thoughts  , leaning against the door frame ,  quickly averted glance  , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings ,  footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS  :     birch groves  , morning mist ,  moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books ,  white roses  ,  cheap champagne  ,  shabby pocket - watch  , light - hearted irony  ,  a maladroit cello sonata  , freshly mowed grass  ,  letting thoughts come  &  go , a  slow yawn  ,  picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes ,  drinking tea on the porch

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO  :     a strange feeling of loss ,  writing poems in a diary ,   traveling by train ,  the hesitation before touching someone’s hand ,  the gaze of one lost in thought ,  the warmth of cinnamon  ,  a scarf brightly embellished with flowers  ,  a glass of water  , a threadbare jacket  , the tempting void  , the evanescent serenity of yesterday

CHERRY ORCHARD  :       a lone chair in an empty room  , falling blossoms  ,  old samovar  , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon  , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance ,  a piano out of tune

[v-lynx-2]

here goes nothing..

Jake x mc

In which mc breaks their promise ;)

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Looking around at their shared apartment for her phone, mc and Jake decided to move in together finally, well, Jake wasn't against it, but he was concerned it could be a security risk to stay in one place.

" Jake, have you seen my phone ? "

But he doesn't have to worry much really, mc has picked up few things and helped him out a lot, they are a good team after all.

The apartment is quite comfortable, on one of the upper floors in a big building in the city, with great view as mc loved watching how the city lights were shining at night.

Pretty neat, Jake knew mc would like it, after all, he did like the city life too.

Taking a job as a cyber security consultant for a big tech company, he had to take some time to get used to it, which made him more busy than before.

" No, want me to help ?"

But never neglect the game night with mc and the others, after all, mc enjoyed it so much and made him spend time with his sisters too.

Mc's phone started ringing

" Oh nevermind I found it "

Jessy called

"Oh it was Jessy "

Calling Jessy back mc waited until she picked up

Jessy and mc are besties, they text every now and then, she told her about other duskwood stories which mc has expressed her lack of interest for more duskwood legends.

" Hey Mc! "

" Hi Jessy, what's up? "

"Oh .. well.. I was wondering, if you can come over for a visit, well, there is this festival and I really want you to be there, please?"

Mc decided to leave the room not to disturb Jake.

Well actually, mc is interested in going out with Jessy and didn't want Jake to catch that.

Well Jake isn't against her hanging out with friends, he is just against the whole duskwood thing, he isn't a fan of that place, which is understandable, but hey he needs to loosen up right? Nothing bad happened after, all good.

Then there is no reason for mc to keep that promise, the " don't go to duskwood " promise.

The promise..

" Oh Jessy but I promised Jake I wouldn't go to duskwood.."

"Aww please? Why ? Look it won't be for long, I just want you there this year.. I'm sorry but I have to spoil something, Cleo already baked your welcome cake "

"Awwww that's so nice of you guy, but .... Eh he shouldn't be worried anyway you know, maybe.."

" You can come anytime, we will be happy to have you "

" Thanks Jessy, you know what, just a bit of fun won't hurt"

" Yay! So Jake agreed? "

" No.. I don't want to worry him"

" Oh my! So you wouldn't tell him ?!!"

" Shhhh, yea "

What he doesn't know won't hurt him right ?,

I mean everything is fine now! He has no reason to be worried, mc thought.

If mc learned anything from helping Jake out, it's how to execute a clean and untraceable operation.

Jake, was extremely busy that day, most of it at the company, they have decided to install an upgraded version for better data protection and he was the man for the job.

Mc has informed him by text that she might get home late tonight as she was visiting a close someone.

What a lie, yet mc was not a lying, she was visiting close friends after all.

He got suspicious for moment, usually they go out together, but decided to just give her space, she could use some fresh air, both of them like to stay indoors more often than not.

Adrenaline rushing mc kept her head out of the car window, wind caressing her face.

" This makes me realize how polluted the city air compared to duskwood "

" Oh really? I guess it could be expected with all the cars and everything, good thing is, you can see the charms of duskwood now "

" I'm really excited about today ! "

" Me too! "

They get to Jessy's house and as mc expected but didn't act liked she knew, they threw a surprise party, with everyone attending and Cleo's famous cake and .. uh oh Phil, he isn't a bad person or anything, but Jake wouldn't like that, she really has to keep this part of the story for herself.

Dan kept talking about this new job and asked mc what Jake is doing

" Well.. "

" Heh probably doesn't even leave his computer "

" Hey! Well his job is computer related after all, he is in the ' cyber security' department working for this tech company in the city "

" Oh " Dan said looking like he didn't expect it

Phil didn't show any interest in the topic, just gave mc a little thanks for helping him out, as he kissed her hand.

" Aw aren't you so cute? "

" Hm thanks Phil.. "

So it went fine as they decide to take mc out to the festival.

Jessy took mc to look around and try everything, it was fun, as they all decided to join.

as mc was about to say goodbye, it was getting late after all, she was about to check her phone before Phil invited them, drinks on him, they looked so excited mc couldn't say no.

Mc wasn't much of a drinker, but is really curious and Phil just fed her curiosity even more.

Though this Cinderella had a deadline to keep if she didn't want her secret to be exposed.

Just a one more drink, wouldn't be too bad.

" For mc !"

Two more drinks, it's fine.

" Oh come on, i know you can sing "

Three more drinks.

After singing her heart out people she didn't know existed clapped

" Have you tried this one before ? "

Four more little icy shots can't do any damage, right?.

Mc has started to lose track of time, speaking of time, what time is it ?

She looked around for her phone it wasn't there.

" Mc, is there a problem? "

" I can't find my phone...I haven't used it since we were in the car ? Maybe "

" We will help you look for it, okay "

Jessy went to look around in the car and others decided to help as well

Phil came back to their table with more drinks

" Hello dear, you look a bit stressed, maybe you would like something ?, I have this new drink I was wondering if you would like it "

" No I think I had enough .. okay maybe one sip "

That was a one big sip.

" You know, you look so cute like that"

Phil said rising mc's chin with his hand as she can barely keep her head up, eyes half lidded and face red and

" Very kissable "

feeling a great headache just by trying to get up, mc just looked away instead to see someone she really needed at the moment.

" Jake ~!"

A so suddenly happy mc said

" He isn't here darling, why not show me a little bit of gratitude for today's fun hm? "

He said getting closer

" Maybe you want to back off before you get hurt "

That was Jake, a very good at containing his anger Jake.

Phil stood up and took a step back

" Not my fault she came here herself "

The others went back to find an angry Jake, shocked Phil and dazed mc.

" I feel like throwing up.. "

His features softened, checking mc for any injuries, which is lucky for them there was non.

" I have to say, I'm sorry for crashing your party, but I think mc is a bit tired, if you would excuse us "

He covers mc with his jacket and scoops her up, her trying to walk by herself was not an option as he feared she might fall and hurt herself..well he missed her as well.

She turned her head and waved back to the others

" See ya later guys !!! "

Mc wakes up the next day on a bed she doesn't recognize. "ugh my head hurts"

Looks out the window, that's proly the motel lilly works at.

Mc decided to check around, the door to the room is locked,

"waaah ??? Am I being kidnapped!?? Oh shit if Jake finds out !"

Okay I have other things to worry about but him finding out is still a worse fate.

Trying to pick the lock failed, phone no where to be found.

Suddenly, someone is at the door

It opens

"Oh shit "

"Mc "

So that wasn't a dream..

"It's not what it looks like i- "

"Good morning, hungry? "

Huh ?

"Sure..., u aren't mad? "

"No, I'm furious. "

"..."

"I will deal with you later"

He said his voice more stern than he ever was, placing the bags he was holding on the table and neatly placing everything out.

Unable to look Jake in the eyes, mc went to the bathroom.

Internally screaming, I can't believe this! How did he know?! Fk I missed up! I should have been more careful.

Okay, just apologize, I mean, he is reasonable!

Oh wait.. not when Phil involved, he just throws logic out the window.

Not helping the case..

After taking some time in the bathroom mc decided to face it.

" Jake I'm- "

" Please, eat first, I did say I will have time for that later "

He must be really mad..

They ate in silence, Jake on his phone, taking a sip now and then from his coffee. Didn't pay mc much attention.

After they were done, Jake gave mc a jacket and her phone.

" My phone! You found it! .. err well thanks.... Sorry.."

" Get ready, we are leaving "

Not saying a word, mc didn't have much on her anyway, just her bag which Jake decided to pick up, she looked through her phone, the battery was low, so many missed calls and texts mainly from Jake.

Oh damn..

They left the motel lily was there, checked them out and said a quite good bye to mc, for some reason she didn't look Jake in the eye.

They got in his car this time, and drove away..mc is a little bit more anxious than ever.

Jake's hand was griping on the steering wheel as the events of yesterday played in the back of his mind.

The time was getting late, Jake was getting worried by the second, mc was online, he sent a text, two more then decided to call, no answer, few more times, no answer.

Now that worry turned to panic.

He went to his computer trying to find out the location of the phone, hoping whatever on his mind is not the case.

He hesitated at first, it's mc's privacy .. but he is too worried at the moment, he can apologize later, if there is later he feared..

It's like his worst nightmares decided to happen right this instant as the location of the phone showed up.

Duskwood.

No.. it can't be, it can't be Hannah all over again, he stared at the screen in disbelief, bolting out of his seat, graping his phone jacket, keys and a little something he kept for extrema cases he hoped to never have to use.

If this is going to happen again, he has time advantage, he just needs to hurry.

Alerting anyone from duskwood would be a huge risk so he decided not to take it.

Instead of working behind a screen, he is taking matters into his hands this time, his whole world is at stake.

Showing up now at duskwood overwhelmed him, there are a lot of people around, it seems like some kind of festival.

So many scenarios happened in his mind of how he might find mc, but he pushed it back, he is here, there is hope he can still reach her, she is still alive..

Following the location on his app, it lead him to a dark parking lot, nothing seemed to stand out other than.. someone seemed to be using a phone in their car.

He approached carefully, he didn't see anyone else anywhere, no trace of mc around which confirmed his fears.

The stranger left his car puting the phone in his pocket.

Suddenly, he finds himself on the ground, a dark figure above him, stepping dangerously on his neck, the stranger yelped and was about to scream for help, the dark figure spoke.

" Where is she? "

" Wah what ? "

Stepping a little harder

" Where . Is . She "

" Who? I don't know what you are talking about! I swear! "

" You have her phone "

" Ah yes, you want the phone? "

He reached into the inside of his jacket, Jake noticed this wasn't where he put the phone and sensed danger.

The stranger tried to pull out a gun, which Jake beat him too it.

" I'm done asking nicely "

" Alright ! Alright! I took it from someone at aroura , I swear I just saw it on the table and took it ! "

Kicking his gun off his hand, the dark figure took it and left the man who picked himself up and then saw light.

" Just a little picture for the police " the mysterious figure said and took off.

The aroura bar, Phil, of course he could be the one after the whole thing, Jake never trusted him anyway, storming the bar, searching for anything and noticed the absence of Phil.

Not good, continued to look around and noticed Phil sitting at a table in the far back with..

.

.

.

A very drunk mc

" Jake~! "

Greeted him sweetly so happy to see him

" He isn't here darling, why not show me a little bit of gratitude for today's fun hm? "

Phil said getting closer

" Maybe you want to back off before you get hurt "

Trying to keep his cool and voice down as they are still in a public place.

Phil stood up looking at the person behind him in shock, well it was about time the boyfriend showed up. Killjoy.

" Not my fault she came here herself "

He explained himself as if that mattered to Jake anyway, he noticed the others and put two and two together, Diana visiting a close someone was what was happening right now.

" I have to say, I'm sorry for crashing your party, but I think mc is a bit tired, if you would excuse us "

And left with mc in his arms, which for some reason was so chatty.

" You look soooo handsome "

He indeed did, black is his color, long dark jacket which is on mc now, facemask and messy hair, well, he didn't even look at the mirror when he was running, just put on anything insight, he already had his work clothes and everything.

He sat her in the car and put on her seatbelt, got in the car.

He didn't believe this, mc is with him, she is safe, she just went to duskwood to hangout with her friends.

He was tired, all that adrenaline has faded, he decided it's best to stay the night here, it was too late anyway, he isn't risking a car crash

Drunk mc wasn't just chatty but also a singer

It was okay as it kept him awake.

They got a room, miss Walters looked at them suspiciously but Jake paid her enough to keep her suspicion out of the way.

Drunk energetic mc was fast asleep the second she hit the bed, Jake decided not to bother her, he can't be mad at a drunk mc, but he sure as hell will talk some sense into a sober one.

For now, he will rest with her in his arms.

A part of him felt betrayed and angry but the one happy to see her safe took over.

The car drive home felt long, mc was looking through the window the whole time, she made a huge mistake, she remembered Phil's face so close she felt like she cheated on Jake, it wasn't a good thought.

And Jake didn't seem like he was willing to listen to any excuses.

He must be really mad..

Mc woke up as the car seemed to stop, looking around, they were at their parking spot.

They left the car quietly and the elevator ride was even more quite.

As they reached thier floor, mc's worries became unbearable.

" Jake, I'm sorry I went to duskwood, I know you asked me not to, but everything is fine now no need to worry "

Jake proceeded to take his jacket off and leave the keys by thier place, as if he didn't hear a thing.

Mc followed him until he closed the bathroom door hearing the shower, she went to sit on the bed instead.

In any other scenario she would have joined, well he didn't lock the door, but she decided against it. This time.

She looked around the apartment and noticed Jake's equipment around, he must have been really worried.. oops

Maybe she can help tidy things up?

Looking at the screen, she noticed the location there points at duskwood, so that's how he found out.

He must have been worried when mc didn't pick up for too long.

Mc went to drink some water as she noticed Jake leaving the room, deciding not to bother him, she went to shower as well.

Mc changed and left the room, picking up her phone, Jessy sent her a text asking if she is okay.

Jessy : Mc?

Jessy : I hope you are doing okay.

Jessy : 😔

<Mc is now online>

Mc : hey Jessy, I'm okay don't worry 🙂💖

Jessy : I saw how angry Jake was yesterday.. I feel like I owe him an apology..

Jessy : it was my idea after all 😕

Mc : he was?.. eh

Jessy : yes, he took you and left, no one dared to say anything.

Mc : .. it's fine.

Jessy : Lily is asking if you are okay too and the others are worried as well, she saw you leaving together this morning.

Mc : just tell them that they don't have to worry.

Jessy : I wanted to invite you guys to stay but Jake already took off with you 😑

Mc : 😅 yes, that's like him.

Jessy : oh well, I'm glad you are doing okay, I will tell the others.

Jessy : see you 💖

Mc : 💖💖

<Jessy is now offline>

Mc put the phone down noticing Jake setting in the living room, he has already moved away his equipment.

( pls don't hate me, idk where I'm taking this tbh )

" Come here "

Angry Jake is hot but mc is too worried at the moment, he didn't really want to talk until now it seems.

Mc got close, he is still sitting suddenly giving her his full attention, which mc didn't really feel comfortable in considering what happened.

" On my knees. Now."

He ordered, mc froze, well, it's not like they didn't role play before or anything, but this doesn't sound like one.

" Now "

" Jake this is unnecessary i- "

" I decide that "

Well, now that mc is here, might as well get it over with ?

" Good girl "

No he didn't have to add that, this was embarrassing enough, mc's face got even more red than before.

" You will count "

Mc kept count as he has this rule, if you miss the count you start all over again.

Jake was explaining how the whole thing went , how he went to look for mc, how he found her phone and thought she was gone for good.

The worry that he had to carry with him and how betrayed he felt knowing mc just broke their promise.

There was a dark patch made by mc's tears on his dark pants, though it was hard for her to feel too much sympathy for the man when she is on his knees, the bastard still managed to keep count and mc almost had to start over again. The horror.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't think it over Jake, please?"

" Well then, I do have to make sure you think about it next time, don't I ? "

Oh no.

" Indeed, where did we stop? "

He knows damn well.

" 15? Oh wait 16 "

" I'm very disappointed "

" Shit "

Few minutes later, Jake asked mc what happened and how did she manage to get drunk and end up alone with Phil, which he frames as his mortal enemy.

Mc tried to explain, Jake didn't really stop to let her talk, he seemed to enjoy hearing her voice crack with every slap.

"..Bastard.."

" Ah and here I was thinking this was enough "

" What ?! Wait! "

He didn't.

" I thought it wouldn't be so easy for you to betray my trust"

" I didn't! Jake- ah I swear "

"So you just had a little heart to heart with Phil then ? "

" I didn't know- wah wait-! Jessy invited him!- Not me!! "

" I see, so you didn't plan this with your friend, did you? "

" N-no! "

"so you have just forgot your promise?

"No- ah I didn't! I- just .."

" good on "

" I just thought it wasn't necessary anymore.."

" now now, I decide that"

" that's not fair! "

" the person who stole your phone had a gun "

" what "

" it's a good thing he just took it and left, I doubt the car was his as well "

" Jake- "

" so you understand how 'necessary' it was now "

Mc broke into little sobs, she really thought it was fine now that the culprit was caught..

" I'm so sorry, Jake.. you could have gotten hurt because of me.. I would have never forgave myself "

Jake stoped and his hand was soothing instead.

" Very well, your punishment is over, for now "

Mc was too busy wiping her tears when Jake pulled her for a kiss.

It had a mix of jealousy and desire, he didn't let go until mc struggled to breath.

He pulled back to look at mc who is sitting on his lap, face red and heavy breathing holding onto his shirt, a smirk played on his face.

" Adorable "

" Asshole "

This time mc kissed back biting his lip.

Turned into a little making out session.

Mc resting her head on his chest, decided this was definitely the time to ask.

" So.. you aren't mad anymore right? "

Giving mc a little kiss on the forehead, he answered.

" No, but I don't think I should let you off this easily "

" Jake.. "

" I want to hear that you are sorry in a different way tonight " he whispered into her ear,his lips brushing against it.

They should fix the ac, it suddenly got so hot in here mc swooned a little.

( The end! . unless I decide otherwise )

Bonus :

Lily : Jake.. I hope you aren't mad at mc, it was our idea after all.

Jake : did you send the picture I gave you to the police ?

Lily : yes, they went to arrest him

Jake : good

Lily : Jake, please don't hate mc for it..

Jake : I could never, lily and I'm not mad at you or the others.

Jake : maybe someone else.

Lily : a certain bar owner? 🤭

Jake : ..

Jake : take care, lily.

Lily : you too! Say hi to mc for me, she had been offline for a while.

Jake : well.

Lily : so you have something to do with that?

Jake : ;)

Jake : I will see you later, lily.

<Jake is now offline>

" okay but is that necessary? "

" yes "

Mc didn't argue otherwise, she thought it was over but Jake decided her sitting on his lap while working would be boring enough to count as a punishment.

In reality, he just wanted her close, which she seemed to sense.

" don't just toss my heart around like that "

He said bringing her close.

"promise me "

" i promise and Jake ? "

" yes? "

" that program isn't compiling with all of these syntax errors "

" I have you to blame "

" I'm not sorry "

" I figured , it seems another punishment should be in order "

" it's not my fault you are bad at your job "

" a well deserved one "

he was probably joking, mc still looked forward to it.

(okay the end fr )

[petri808]

A Bond Built Through Adversity

For @itafushiweek bonus day

Bang Bang Bang “WAKE UP!!” Gojo cackled in the dorm’s hallway. Bang Bang Bang “RISE AND SHINE!!”

Slowly, but surely two grumpy faces shambled out from their rooms, each using the doors threshold to hold themselves upright. The sun had barely cracked the horizon, and neither were thrilled by the early morning wakeup call!

“What the fuck do you want?” Megumi spat out as he rubbed his eyes. “It better be good!”

But Itadori…

“Oi!” Gojo clapped his hands loudly in front of the man. “Wake up!”

… Itadori was sleeping where he stood. “Huh?” One eye cracked open. “Ye-yeah I’m up. What’s up?”

“Today we’re going on a special field trip to the mountains!” Gojo clasped his hands in front of himself with a mischievous grin. “You’re growing too soft, so a lo—ng hike is just what you need.”

“Are you crazy!” Megumi snapped to attention.

“Of course, I am,” Gojo’s smile never faltered. “Isn’t that obvious by now?”

Megumi crossed his arms in a huff. “Well, I’m not moving until you give me a damn good reason.”

“Megu—” Gojo reached out with a whiny voice, and pulled his hand lose, throwing on his saddest, please, for me smile. “Be a good boy for me, Megu…”

Yuuji quickly straightened up stiff as a board in annoyance and smacked Gojo’s hand away from Megumi. “Stop it with that cutesy stuff, just answer the question.”

“My, my, Yuuji, such a morning grump,” Gojo teased knowingly. “Fine. It’s a bonding exercise, so dress for a hike, pack a backpack with water, a towel, and be out front in 20 minutes.” But still when nobody moved. “Chop, chop!” He clapped his hands condescendingly. “It’s best to get an early start before the sun is high.”

Through the muttered swears and slams of dresser drawers, the students gathered the things their teacher had told them to pack. Megumi was the closest to a morning person of the pair and even he was fuming over being awoken at such an early hour. If it were for a mission, fine, but not some stupid hike into the mountains! They each had their reasons for being annoyed with the whole situation, but for Yuuji it was different. Frankly, he didn’t care about going on a hike, or a bonding exercise. The moment Gojo grabbed Megumi’s hand it woke him up and not in a happy way.

“Oh, hell no!” Megumi snapped as his eyes trailed up the steep, long, narrow stone steps leading through and disappearing into the thicket of pine trees. “You’ve got to be kidding us!”

“There’s a prize at the end,” Gojo wrapped an arm around Megumi’s shoulders, taking his time to lean in and whisper close to the man’s ear. “I promise you’ll like it.”

Seeing his friend’s fist ball up, Yuuji pulled Gojo off Megumi. “Come on, come on, let’s get this shit over with.”

Yuuji did his best to stay between Gojo and Megumi as they walked up the stairs, but it wasn’t easy. The incline was quite steep, following the side of a mountain, with dense brush along the edges. It was certainly a very old, worn trail and one not used very often in modern times. Could anyone be blamed for not using it? First off, it was in the Hakone national park, half a kilometer off a hidden trail, and up a ridge. Park rangers probably didn’t know it existed, so how Gojo knew of the place Yuuji had no idea. He assumed this would lead to some ancient and abandoned mountain shrine once used by jujutsu sorcerers. Maybe Sukuna would know of its existence?

‘I don’t, so don’t ask,’ the voice in his head answered the question. ‘I’m old, but I don’t know everything.’

‘Surprising,’ Yuuji growled back at Sukuna for eavesdropping on his thoughts.

‘Oi, pay attention,’ the voice growled back.

‘To what?’

‘Your boy.’

‘My—’ Yuuji cut off his response when he saw what was happening ahead of him. He’d been so focused on the natural surroundings, he forgot about the unnatural one taking place. ‘That damn, irritating!’ Yuuji walked faster to catch up with Gojo and Megumi, cutting in between and forcing Gojo to step backwards. “Less talking, more walking.”

“But Yuuji,” Gojo wrapped his arm around the man and forced him to line up with him. “How are we supposed to…” he leaned in with a grin, “bond without talking to each other.”

Ugh! Gojo’s voice was so irritating when he whined and acted childish. “You can talk,” Yuuji shoved the man off. “But talk doesn’t involve hanging all over us.”

Gasp! Gojo feigned surprise. “Yuuji are you jealous of me touching Megumi?”

“WHA— what?!” Yuuji caught himself quickly before Megumi would hear him. “I am not!” He spat back through gritted teeth. He crossed his arms. “I’m still annoyed you dragged us out here so early.”

“Oh…” Gojo chuckled. “Mmhmm, I guess that would account for your behavior today.”

For two hours the back and forth continued. Yuuji watched with a locked jaw in frustration when every chance Gojo had he took to touch Megumi. Playing with the man’s hair, hanging on his shoulder, talking so closely as if the man was deaf and it was necessary. And each time, Yuuji would cut between them. Oh, Megumi fought back too, snapping at Gojo, and pushing him away, but the man never took the hint. What was up with their teacher today! This was not the norm for Gojo. He never showed so much interest in either of the students before! So, why now? Why bring them here? ‘And what was with the obsession with Megumi!’ Yuuji snapped in his head.

It took almost three hours, but the trio finally reached the top of the stairs and breached the tree line. Okay, Yuuji had to admit the view was quite spectacular from this vantage point. On one side Mt. Fuji rose like a Goliath ready to smite any who dared to disturb it. On the other side, they could see the expansive blues of the Pacific Ocean stretching out to the horizon. And lastly, a handful of steaming hot ponds in various sizes. A couple of them were small, enough for maybe two people to be comfortable in, and one was large, almost the size of a residential swimming pool.

“Surprise!” Gojo’s arms raised above his head as he cheered. “A secret onsen! Isn’t it cool! Geto and I found it years ago by accident while tracking a curse.” He pulled the two students close, one under each arm. “It’s perfect for a little bonding time.”

Megumi shoved Gojo away. “I can’t believe you dragged us up a mountain ridge just for this.”

“Oh, don’t be like that!” Gojo flung himself onto the man in a tight hug from the back. “I wanted to share something special with you,” his voice whined.

“That it is!” Megumi completely snapped. He wiggled out of Gojo’s hold and swings a fist at the man. It misses, but that didn’t stop him from continuing his tirade. “You damn perverted teacher! Go flirt with someone who wants your attention, cause I don’t!” Without waiting for a response, Megumi grabbed his back and stomped away to one of the smaller hot ponds further away with Gojo only standing there watching him leave, with a big grin in his face.

That’s when Yuuji, who’d had enough as well, followed the energy left in Megumi’s wake to confront their teacher. He whipped Gojo around, grabbing the front of his shirt with his hand raised to strike. “Talk! What’s your deal? Why are you acting like this?!”

Gojo shrugged, his trademark cool grin never leaving his expression. “Someone had to push you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Yuuji screamed.

Gojo simply flicked the hand of Yuuji’s holding onto his shirt causing the man to let go and wince in pain. His simple strikes were always so much harder than they looked. He then smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt left by Yuuji. “Two weeks ago, do you remember the day you were supposed to be mopping the dojo?”

“Yeah.”

“Mopping the dojo,” Gojo reiterated, “as in cleaning and not dancing…”

“Yea— oh… maybe…”

“It was adorable, really, and that dip— I was impressed that you knew how to dance like that Yuuji. Your partner was a lucky… mop,” he snickered.

“Ha, ha, funny,” Yuuji pretended not to care. “So, what if I was dancing with a mop? As if I don’t do weird things sometimes.”

“Oh, that’s certainly true,” Gojo chuckled again, “but I heard you thanking your partner…” He wrapped his arms around his body in a reenactment, adding exaggerated kissing sounds for effect. “Thank you for a lovely dance, Megumi. smooch, smooch, smoo—”

Yuuji slammed a hand over Gojo’s mouth to stop him. “Shhhh!! I get it! Okay, you caught me!” His ears burned and heat dusted his cheeks in embarrassment. “So, you were actually trying to make me jealous.”

“Yup! As if it was hard to do.” Gojo jabbed a finger in Yuuji’s chest. “Now, run along young one and go bondwith your love interest.”

“Ugh,” Yuuji groaned. Did Gojo have to be this transparent?! “You’re not cute.”

“Yes, I am.” Gojo turned away to leave. “Oh, and by the way, Nitta will pick you up at the bottom road at 6pm, so don’t be late. That gives you…” he checked his phone, “at least 4 hours of cuddling time.”

“Bastard!”

Gojo winked in a side-eye with a two-fingered wave. “See you back at campus!”

‘Wanna kill him?’ Sukuna laughed in Yuuji’s head. ‘Push him off the cliff?’

“No…” Yuuji sighed, and shoulders slumped.

‘You’re so not fun.’

“Hush!” Yuuji snapped at Sukuna. “Go back to sleep or something!”

‘Pfft, suit yourself loser!’

And just like that, Yuuji was alone again. Hopefully. After dealing with Gojo, the last thing he needed was an annoying Sukuna in his ear constantly teasing him too. He had a much bigger issue to deal with now. Megumi. What to do about Megumi?!

He followed the same trail around a sheer cliff face and found the man already submerged in a hot pond at its base. It was a cute little tucked away spot, and under other circumstances the perfect place to relax away from society. But not today, and for probably the first time in Yuuji’s life he was embarrassed to undress in front of another person. He’d never been the shy type about his body, at least when it came to other men, but this wasn’t just any man he was facing. Yuuji took a deep breath with an even longer exhale in preparation.

“Hey!” Yuuji waved as nonchalantly as he could under the weight of emotions circling his brain. “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t care.” Megumi responded. He looked around. “But where’d Gojo go?”

“Oh, um… he left.”

Megumi sat up in the water. “Seriously?! He dragged us up here only to ditch us?!”

“Yeah…” Yuuji scratched his head nervously. “Said something about giving us time alone to bond. Nitta’s gonna pick us up at the bottom road at 6pm.”

Megumi groaned and slumped back into the water. “Guess, nothing else to do but forget about him then.” He closed his eyes and leaned back. “Actually, the peace and quiet is a good thing.”

Yuuji chuckled nervously. “Oh, yeah, that’s true.”

He removed his clothes and slipped into the water adjacent to Megumi. The water was the perfect temperature, not overly hot but bearable on this light snowy day. It was deep enough to where the water almost covered their shoulders too and wide enough with legs stretched out not to hit the other’s feet. Yuuji does his best to relax, closing his eyes and letting the steamy waters melt away the torment brewing in his heart. Gojo had put them in this situation for a reason. He knew the answer, but did Megumi suspect anything? Kami he hoped not! It was his fault for getting caught in the first place. Gojo wasn’t even supposed to be on campus that afternoon, off on a mission a few towns away outside of Tokyo. In fact, none of the other students had been on campus except him. So, he’d thought, why not have a little fun? ‘I got carried away,’ Yuuji groaned in his head.

Several minutes pass by in relative peace and quiet. The only sounds were of the water anytime one of them shifted, occasional birds risking the winter air, or just the natural sounds of the forest. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Their profession could be daunting at times and breaks like this one a luxury. Yuuji couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to an onsen. Was it before he’d even become a jujutsu sorcerer? But now that he thought about it, this spot was also romantic in its own way. The natural beauty bathed in the shadow of Mt. Fuji. The random, wispy little snowflakes that fell around them, to the instrumental music of the forest lulling them into a comfortable mood. Even the heat played its role, soothing their muscles and warming their bodies. A great way to hide the emotional heat stirred up on his skin for sure! If Yuuji stopped controlling his mind, his cheeks would certainly be marred by a cherry finish.

“By the way, thanks back there,” Megumi broke the silence. “You know, with Gojo.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. He was being overly annoying today.”

“Yeah, I don’t understand what his problem was. He’s usually not this bad.”

Yuuji chuckled nervously. “Yeah, that guy is something else.”

Catching the anxiety-laden tone in Yuuji’s voice. Megumi opened his eyes and stared at the man. “Do you know why he was acting like that?”

“What?! Me, ehrm, no!”

“Now I know you lying, cause you suck at it. Yuuji, why was Gojo being an idiot?”

“He, um… It’s because he, you know, notices things.”

“Uh-huh? Like what?”

“Things.”

“What things?!”

“You know, like about people. He’s perceptive.”

“While I don’t disagree, I’m sensing a specific thing is the reason. So just tell me what it is.”

“I told you. He said we needed to bond more.”

“Bond? As in what? We already work together just fine, what more bonding do we need to do?”

“Um… I don’t know… he’s got weird ideas sometimes; you know that Megumi.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, then fine.” Megumi closed his eyes again in a huff.

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Yuuji cringed all the way down until his nose barely treaded water. He could tell plain as day Megumi was irritated with him by the inflection of the man’s voice. This wasn’t good! Ugh! It was going so smoothly too! Tell him? Don’t tell him. Tell him? Don’t tell him… the choice flipped back and forth in Yuuji’s head.

‘For fucks sake just tell him you damn virgin!’

“Shut up!”

“What?!”

Oh, fuck! “N-not you!” Yuuji waved his hands to clear the air. “Sukuna. H-He won’t shut up in my head.” He watched Megumi’s eyebrow raise slightly before he closed his eyes again, seemingly satisfied by the answer. Yuuji breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Let me run my own life!’ He screamed at Sukuna.

‘Fine. Virgin boy, I’m just trying to help so you’d shut up about it.’

And again, silence once more in Yuuji’s mind. Oh, how he wished he could reach into his own head and strangle the cursed user! ‘I’m gonna enjoy killing you,’ Yuuji spat back a final retort.

But both Gojo and Sukuna were right. Yuuji had a choice to make. Tell Megumi how he felt or forever bury his peace and learn to live with the pining… which would include not getting jealous— ‘that’s not happening…’ Yuuji sighed internally. Lately it’s been getting harder and harder to curb those tendencies. With Gojo, well, it’s Gojo, so he’d reacted on instinct. But others, the public, victims, fellow students… Yuuji might develop TMJ if kept his jaw locked any more times just to stop from reacting. He didn’t want anyone too close, especially men. Things were getting out of hand. ‘This isn’t me! I’m the nice guy!’ And yet here he was acting like a fool.

“Yuuji, why do you look so tense now?”

Eek!! Yuuji sat up quickly. “No, why do you ask?”

Megumi narrowed his eyes. “Because you looked constipated. Talk.”

“I—” Yuuji started ready to make another excuse, but his mouth slammed shut when Megumi’s brow raised with his ‘no bullshit’ look. “Okay,” he sighed. “I’ll tell the truth.” Yuuji shrunk down as his voice lowered and eyes turned away. “I… like someone… like, a lot and well, you know how Gojo kept bugging you, he um, was actually trying to rile me up about the… person… but yeah, so that’s why I was acting weird.”

“I already know you like me idiot.”

“Wait! You do?!”

“You’re not hard to figure out. That’s why I never said anything when you kept running interference with Gojo.”

“I can’t believe you knew all this time… now I’m so lost.”

“Also not surprising, good thing I don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind?”

Megumi rolled his eyes. “Will you just ask me out and get it over with. I’m trying to relax.”

Yuuji moved over tentatively until he was sitting next to his friend. “Megumi, will you be my boyfriend?”

Megumi chuckled under his breath and simply closed the small gap between them, leaning his head against Yuuji’s shoulder with a contented sigh.

Oh, this was perfect! Yuuji sighed too and leaned his head against Megumi’s. His heart still raced, but for a new reason. It was an exciting rush to have his best friend at his side, in a new relationship built on trust and bonded by experiences. Yuuji felt invincible at that moment.

‘You’re still a virgin idiot.’ Sukuna laughed.

‘Tch. Not even you can ruin this for me,’ Yuuji spat back and closed his eyes with the biggest smile of his life.

[trikxx]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆

Chapter 1 of Bluffing Bakugou x reader series

"𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧"

Chapter includes - cheating and swearing

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✰ "𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫." You say singing along with the music. It had been a long day at work and yet you heard nothing from Katsuki. He was supposedly off today but you figured he was more than likely doing the the thing he does best on his off days.

Fuck a random girl in your shared house in your shared bed and try and be the victim when he's caught up. I honestly don't know why I'm still with him. Many of my friends have said "cut him off" "you deserve better" "dont let him bitch you". I just feel that there is a spark inside him that needs to be lit for the loyalty to come.

Me and Kat have been on and off since second year of high school. Him doing the same petty shit and me doing it back sometimes to get back at him. But in the end im always the bad guy. Is it love?

Hm, who cares. I still love him and i guess he loves me. At least a little bit...right? If he doesn't then it is what it is.

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Y/n pulled into the driveway and turned off the car to mentally prepare herself. "Lord give me strength... who is that?" Y/n says seeing a white audi i8 pull up in front of the house. She decided to stay in the car and watch what was happening.

A little prissy girl gets out the car and walks up to the door completely oblivious of me sitting in the driveway.(a/n: y/n's windows are tinted so the girl thought no one was in the car.) Bakugou opens the door and little kiss and he lets her in. He then realized y/n's car.

Y/n started her car back up tears threatening to fall out her eyes. She rolled down the passenger window to say something to Bakugou who was currently looking at y/n with and very snarky face. "FUCK YOU BAKUGOU!" Y/n yells. "If you keep thinking this is the way to do things then go ahead i'll just find someone who actually loves me." She finished and started to drive away until Bakugou said this. " OH SHUT UP! YOU'RE GONNA COME BACK ANYWAY!" After y/n heard this she put her car into park in the middle of the driveway and got out.

"Who do you think I am?" Y/n said walking up to Bakugou.

Our arguments have never gotten this heated before. Usually it was catch him and leave. Shit. I dont think I even know the meaning of home sweet home is.

"Who do I think you are? My bitch." Bakugou said smirking. Y/n slapped Bakugou hard then walk into the house to get most of her clothes. "Who are you?" The girl asked. "Don't worry about it. Worry about if your going to get off on my husband tonight." I said getting majority of my clothes and shoes. I grabbed all my make up and hair products. "Hey, Y/n stop." Bakugou said putting a hand on y/n's shoulder. "Don't touch me." Y/n said pulling away from Bakugou. To finish putting her stuff in her bags.

Y/n takes of her ring dropping it into Bakugou's hands.

"Bye. Don't contact me until you have....fixed your entire self."

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Italic is Gin

Regular is y/n

Hello... are you ok?

Yea im ok and im gonna just take the offer on moving in together.

What? FINALLY! We have to celebrate and look for houses. Come over. Also FUCK THAT POMERANIAN LOOKING ASS BITCH YOU ON YO HOT GIRL SHIT THATS IT!

Lol, im on my way tho.

Stop sulking dummy.

Ok ok.

Call me back when you get here.

Ok.

*call ended*

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I stop at the store to get some snacks and more gel for my hair then go to Gin's house. I park in The driveway, get my bag with clothes and hair stuff and the bags from the store then go and knock on the door. "Hey Bitchhhh!" Gin said grabbing some of the stuff from you "Hey Gin."I say then go to put the rest of my stuff in her room. Then we sit in the living room. "we about to get fucked up tonight. we staying here or are we going to the club?" Gin asked. "uhm...we can stay here lets run to binny's grab some shit and come back, look for places and get drunk. That way we don't have to worry about any dudes trying us tonight." "bet."

Me and Gin went to Binny's and grabbed most of our favorite drinks and came back to the house as we were pulling in the the driveway I saw a familiar figure standing at the door. "Girl I know thats not who I think it is" Gin said. "It might be but fuck him lets just go in the house." I say as I grab the bottles of wine we brought. We walked in through the garage. We tried to ignore the constant ringing of the door bell but it was getting irritating. "Hold on Gin." I said walking to the door. "What." "Look Y/n... Im sorry. Princess its my fault just come back so we can figure this out. Please." Bakugou pleaded.

"No." I say closing the door going back to looking for houses with Gin. "I need a shot after that." I said putting my head down. "Here." Gin says handing me a shot.

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"What about this one?" Gin asks. "Thats nice as hell! Look at everything. The kitchen is sexy. I think thats the one Gin." I say. "Alrighty I'll request to see it and we will see what they say.. now to get fucked up."

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Bakugou's POV*

Eh..there a first time for everything. Y/n has never hit me or got that angry before. I...I feel bad for ruining the relationship.

I sat in the bed thinking into space as Uraraka kissed down my neck. She sat on my lap and started grinding on me to create some friction. "Stop." I say in a blank voice. "Whats wrong? Dont tell me its about that bitch that was here earlier." Uraraka said looking in my eyes. "Get out." I say. "Why Kat? You left out to try and get sympathy from her and she wasn't having it. So be with me! I can make you ten times happier then that roach."  She said. "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! AND DINT COME BACK!" I yell. "Good luck getting her back.."

I closed the door right after she walked out and went and laid down on the bed. "Why cant I forget now?" I questioned hugging the pillow y/n usually slept on. " theres no one better than y/n."

If there is no one better then why do you get with other women?

I dont know.

"FUCK." Bakugou yells throwing the pillow. "ITS ALL DEKU AND DEUNCE FACES FUCKING FAULT!"

Flash back- second year of high school

“Y/n!” Denki said. “Yes?” “Midoriya said he needed you by the first bench outside the back of the school.”Denki replied. “Oh. Ok.” Y/n says walking to the door to meet Midoriya. “Y/n!” Midoriya said whisper yelling. “Why the-“ “shhhh” Midoriya put his finger up to y/n’s mouth “look.” He said pointing. “Look wha...what the hell” I say when I see Bakugou sitting on a bench with Uraraka.

“Kattt all you have to do is leave her and we show pda” she said. “No.” Bakugou said getting up. “Why Bakugou? Fuck her obviously shes not doing anything for you.” Uraraka whined. “OI! Shut.The. Fuck. Up. Your talking to much. I dont want to hear your voice anymore.” Bakugou yelled walking away.

“Two can play at that motherfucking game. Midoriya come with me.” Y/n said “W-Wa-wait wait wait to where?” Midoriya asked. “Just come on!”

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“Class 1b? Why are we here?” “Shut up Midoriya.”

Y/n: Hurry up.

*****: Ok ok here I come!!!

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“Hey Y/n~” “Monama?!” Midoriya says. Midoriya goes back to class after that talk about what was going to happen. “Are you sure he won’t try and kill me.” Monama asked. “Is Monama scared of someone from class 1a?” Y/n sarcastically

“he won’t” she finished as they continued to walk hand in hand.

“Y/N!” Bakugou yelled. “Welp here we go... WHAT.” Y/n replied. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?!” “We are just walking.” “WALKING?! YOU ARE HOLDING HANDS TO SO THERES MORE TO IT!” “Stop yelling.” “NO! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING HANDS WITH THIS NERD?!” “Why were you kissing and feeling on a whole different girl and Im your fucking girlfriend.... thats what i fucking thought.”

“Bye.”

“Y/n wait.... Just think about us.”

End of flash back

“Why do I do this to Y/n. Fuck it. She’ll be back.” Or so he thought.

[imnotwolverine]

The Accidental Family - Chapter 6

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 5 | Chap 6 The Birds & The Bees | Chap 7 >

Disclaimer: smut and fluff

Word count: 2.463

Author’s note: This chapter leaves the question of how much Kal knows of the birds and the bees by this point.. enjoy the read! 

(Link to my Masterlist)

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Phoebe steered the van onto the driveway of the house Henry’s parents currently lived in; a house better described as a mansion, a nice garden wrapping around the back.

A treat to find in the London suburbs.

‘Woa..nice place.’ Henry leaned forward to get a better look at the red shutters that were all opened to show a row of paned windows, no life to be found inside.

‘Yea. You bought them this house short before Sam was born... So they could be close-by.’ Phoebe killed the engine and looked at Henry as she removed her seatbelt. Henry remained seated for a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

‘And I didn’t get..us..a bigger house? Let me guess, I refused to move from my Mews home?’

Phoebe laughed, her hand patting his knee. ‘We BOTH decided to stay, mkay? Cosy living and all.’

They got out of the car and, hearing the cheerful sound of children behind the house, they decided to go for the garden straightaway, arms linked together as Henry followed Phoebe’s lead. He enjoyed her touch - it calmed him.

The garden was just as magical as Henry could have expected from his mother’s green fingers; luscious grass stretched in the back, with a sea of spring green and flowers running around the sides, some small fruit trees having just started to blossom above the excited faces of the children that were running to and fro.

‘HEY BABIESS.’ Phoebe exclaimed, the kids coming hollering at the sound of their mother’s voice.

‘Mommy! MOMMY!’

But, there was one kid missing. Henry looked out to see Sam squat down at the edge of the grass, his little tongue poking out as if he was really focused on some yet-to-be-determined little task, fingers hidden behind the plants. Henry smiled gently, and walked out to greet his oldest, the young boy completely oblivious to his father’s presence as he created a little fist over one of the flowers.

And that was a bad decision.

Within moments a flood of tears burst from the four year old’s eyes, a painful little hand clutching tightly around the dead body of the bee that had stung into his little palm.

Henry could hear Phoebe call out, feet rushing over the grass, but Henry was first to aid, large arms swinging up the little man into a hug, a soft voice soothing the pained cries of poor Sam.

‘Hey, hey..let me help you.’ Henry gently coaxed the child to open his palm, the bee falling into the bushes as Henry regarded the stinger that was stuck right in the middle of the pinkish little palm.

‘Oh, shhhh.’ Henry pulled Sam a little closer to his chest, his large arms forming a little hammock for the kid to hang in, his eyes finding Phoebe, who had now also come over, her hand sweeping through Sam’s chocolate curls.

‘Oh, baby!’ Phoebe pouted, but Sam was inconsolable, big fat tears falling down his cheek. ‘You had ouchy? Let’s get you fixed up.’ She cooed gently, before hinting at Henry they best get inside.

Minutes later they sat in the kitchen, a box of first aid appliances scattered over the kitchen table, Henry’s parents out to entertain the other kids while Henry sat on one of the chairs with a quiet Sam huddled into the warmth of his chest. The stinger had been quite professionally removed by his mother, but even after she had pressed all the kisses to his little hand and face, he wouldn’t leave his father’s embrace.

‘I just tried to help..’ Sam finally mumbled, quietly sniffling into his father’s white T-shirt.

‘Did you now?’ Henry brushed a soothing hand through Sam’s curls, the boy taking a shivery breath.

‘And then he bwit me!’

Henry chuckled ever so quietly, his eyes finding Phoebe who was stacking the first aid materials back in the plastic container. She winked at him and then looked back at Sam, who kept his watery blue eyes aimed at his father’s arm.

‘Well, not really BIT you, I bet. But when bees feel nervous, they can sting with their stinger.’

‘But IT HURT.’

‘Yes, stingers hurt.’ Henry was met by Sam’s confused expression, big blue eyes looking up at him. ‘You see, the bee was probably really scared of you. Because you are SOOO big, and he was only sooo small. It’s better to be extra gentle and careful with such small animals, you see.’ Sam blinked up at his dad, listening quietly. ‘Especially bees.’

Phoebe now squatted back down before Sam, her hand brushing over the hand that was now covered with a cooling pack. ‘Hi sweetie.’

But Sam was not in the mood, his face pulling into a pout before he quickly ducked back into Henry’s chest.

‘Ohhh okay then.’ Phoebe pouted in playful hurt, earning a smile from Henry, his heart swelling at the feeling of making this kid - his kid - feel safe. This wasn’t a nephew or niece. This was HIS kid.

Hoisting Sam up a little higher, Henry pressed his nose in Sam’s curls, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and fresh air, Sam’s little voice bringing out a soft hum as his free hand curled into Henry’s shirt.

‘WIEEEEEEEE. I’m a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.’ Piper came running in, followed by Max, the both of them leaving muddy prints all around the kitchen table as they flailed their arms like little birds.

‘LOOK MOMMY-MOMMY-MOMMY!! FLYING!!’  

‘OI. Piper! Max! What did I tell you about dirty shoes?!’ Marianne came storming after them, little Cole perched on her bony arm.

Sam also looked up, his eyes perking up at the sight of his brother and sister having fun, his sorrows quickly forgotten.

‘Alright, time to get up.’ Henry offered, but Sam remained seated in his lap a moment longer, expecting blues looking up at Henry.

‘Are you still my daddy? Granny said ..eh…’ Sam’s shyness won over as he quickly hid his face behind a hand.

‘Hey..’ Henry pried the hand away with his large paw, a gentle smile curving on his lips. ‘I am. A little bit of a confused daddy, so I WILL need your help. But I am your daddy.’

Sam nodded in understanding and gave a simple: ‘Okay.’ Before climbing off his dad’s lap and joining the other kids who ran back out the backdoor again, thereby leaving yet another trail of muddy shoes all the way through the hallway.

‘OH..dammit.’ Henry bit his lip, making Phoebe laugh aloud.

‘Oh, trust me. That’s nothing yet hahahaha.’

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‘Ha, that was nice.’ Henry pulled the door closed, Phoebe having walked a little ahead to greet a very excited Kal in the narrow Mews hallway.

‘It was,’ She smiled and shrugged out of her coat, walking back towards the door to put it onto a hanger, only to be halted midway reaching, as Henry twirled her around and offered her one of his big bear hugs. ‘OH..okay.’ She chuckled softly.

‘Hmm,’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose into her hair, his nose sniffing in the scent of her hair and perfume. Not too sweet. A pinch of something woody. And warm. And.. He pulled back ever so slightly and before Phoebe could ask him what was the matter with him, he pressed his smooth warm lips onto hers, earning a delightful little hum from her in return.

‘Mmm, well hello there.’ She chuckled as they shortly broke their kiss for Henry to also shrug off his coat.

‘Hi,’ He grinned, unceremoniously dropping his coat on the floor before he lifted her up in his arms, hands grabbing for her butt.

‘Hen!’ She squealed in delight.

‘What?’ He asked innocently, though his dark eyes completely betrayed where this was going - and it was quite new after what only had been a little fooling around on the couch.

With a gentle brush of her fingers over his cheek, Phoebe let out a little sigh. ‘Are you..you sure? I mean..’

Henry lowered her with a growl, his bodyweight pinning her to the jackets that were hung behind her, their limbs now entangling with the vast pile of scarves and heavy wool. ‘Stop talking.’ And with that he caught her lips in another searing kiss, hands dipping beneath the material of her sweater, hot fingertips blazing a trail until he found the cup of her bra; nothing special, just a T-shirt bra, and yet Henry couldn’t help but let out a hungered whine.

‘You wet for me?’ He whispered in question, pushing his groin into her hip, only to find something truly wet; a dog nose that was pressing in between his legs.

Phoebe gasped in shock, eyes widening at the intimate intruder. ‘KALLLL!! AAHHHHH!’

Kal huffed a gruff sniff before he pulled back and whined a little instead.

‘He needs a walk.’ Phoebe breathed, trying to calm the hot pink that was spreading over her cheeks.

‘He’ll have to wait a moment.’ Henry grumbled, pressing another fierce kiss on her lips as he picked her up, her legs now wrapping around his hip before he started to ascend the staircase next to the jackets. ‘There’s some pressing matters that FIRST need attending.’

‘At least open the backdoor.’ She breathed as he made it to the landing, her fingers grasping into his curls as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

‘Can’t it wait?’

‘Oh no. And neither can I. Now hurry.’

In a flurry of fast moving legs, Henry bolted downstairs, his hand flicking open the backdoor, which Kal eagerly pressed through to do his business, after which Henry clawed his way back up the stairs, feeling slightly out of breath before he got back in the bedroom, finding Phoebe hopping around in an attempt to get out of her jeans.

Henry smirked at the sight of her buttocks jiggling ever so slightly with every hop, his hands catching her hips as he used her awkward position to push his groin into her behind -  like the tease he was.

‘Hen!’ She whined, rolling her eyes at his antics. ‘A little help.’

She fell belly flat onto the bed as he did just that, his fingers freeing her from the obnoxious jeans, followed by the flimsy material of her cotton undies, leaving her in naught but her bra. Looking over her shoulder, cheeks burning red in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, she saw Henry quickly removing his shirt, hands fumbling with his belt which didn’t seem to co-operate.

‘C’mhere,’ Phoebe said, pushing up from the bed to make quick work of the metal and leather obstruction, her palm grazing eagerly over the bulge that stood proud beneath the roughness of his jeans. Looking up from the edge of the bed, her eyes met another pair of blown-out blacks, the both of them panting like they had just ran a marathon.

‘What do you like?’ Henry breathed.

‘Everything. Anything.’ Phoebe unclipped her bra and fell back onto the bed, begging him to crawl on top of her.

But he didn't. Instead he kneeled down on the floor, fingers racing up the insides of her thighs, eyes studying the smooth flesh that jittered beneath his fingertips, his tongue soon to follow, a hot slow pace dancing over her squirming legs.

Henry grinned into her response, her hands gripping for the sheets beneath her, eager little keens and moans escaping her begging lips.

Dipping in closer to her core, he spoke again: ‘And you like this?’ He pushed her legs over his shoulders before he delved in, a honey sweet tongue lapping at her petals.

‘Sto-stop -- HA -- talking.’ She squealed in delight as he made a good show of the things he hadn’t forgotten; he had always been a pleaser, his tongue and fingers alone making her ache for him at any time of the day. How she had missed him all these long months, fearing she’d never get to feel this again. 

‘Okay-okay. Get up here.’ She tugged at his curls.

Obediently he did just that, his large frame crawling atop her, jeans still clinging tightly around his arousal.

‘I want to feel you.’ She breathed, bending forward to undo his buttons, only to clash with Henry’s head as he wanted to do the exact same.

‘Ou-aa.’ Henry grabbed for his forehead, chuckling softly as Phoebe clasped her hand in front of her mouth.

‘OH I’m so sorry. I--’

Henry quickly kicked off his jeans and boxers, head shaking with mirth before he grabbed for her hand, removing it from her face. With his hungry gaze he begged for her attention, their eyes interlocking as he lowered himself on her, noses touching as he shimmied his hips a little, feeling the snugness of her legs wrapping around his hips.

‘Ready?’

Phoebe chuckled, pressing forward to kiss him. ‘Please.’ She whispered into his lips, giving him the one answer he needed before they renewed a union that once started all messy - grabby hands and smeared make-up in a bathroom stall at an after party.

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‘Oi! We’ve been in the line forever. Would you hurry!’ A fist knocked restlessly on the bathroom door, making two hot faces look up as they fumbled with their buttons and zippers after one very steamy little rendez-vous. 

Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘Now ..Bee, that was...’ 

‘Stop talking.’ Phoebe winked and turned around so he could fix up the long zipper that ran over the back of her silvery mid-length dress. 

With careful fingers, the alcohol making his head buzz, Henry tried his best to not catch any skin as he pulled up the zipper, his left hand pushing away the golden locks that cascaded casually over Phoebe’s shoulder. 

Letting out one more sigh he realised he might have just made a stupid mistake. They had so much fun tonight; from the moment her friend had dragged her through the door - his eye easily catching her, to now, here. Why was he so stupid-stupid-stupid not to wait a little? Be a gentleman. Wine and dine her? Be a ...

‘And: stop thinking.’ Phoebe turned on her high heels and winked at him. ‘I leave first, then you. You’ve got my number..but..don’t feel pressured if...’ A sudden shyness laced her last words as she noticed the slight red lip-shaped smudge of red she had left on his blouse.

Tell him? She pondered it for a moment, but then decided that she might as well leave a little gift for him, since he totally ruined her panties moments earlier. 

‘Ciao.’ She winked, unlocking the door and disappearing into the crowd. 

By the time Henry walked out of the bathroom stall, he was welcomed by some very unwelcome white flashes, eager paparazzi having somehow managed to get into the establishment, ruining what could have been such a good night. 

Again Henry cursed himself; he should have never, ever, ever..UGH.. - Stomping through the wall of photographers he looked out for the golden drop of hair that had lured him in only hours ago. But she was gone. And for a moment he wondered whether it was the alcohol or something else that made his stomach flutter like a butterfly had been caught in his chest. 

'Fuck.’ 

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Birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in..

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Chap 7 >

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Chapter 7: I’m Not Giving Up 

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. Her and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

A/N: This is going to have like 100 chapters probably jk maybe, anyway… Tell me what you think, I love hearing feedback from you guys. Also, my requests are open and so are my messages:( pls message me!! Hope y’all enjoy :) 

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I woke up and fluttered my eyes open. I heard rustling and all I saw was darkness. I realized that JJ and I were still intertwined from the position we were in the night before. I was faced with his chest, his head resting on mine, and his arm wrapped to cover my face. He was warm and I could feel a sudden draft of wind, making me move closer to him. I started to doze back off in the warmth of the bed. Things we’re black, but I heard people walking, and then an “Shhhh,” followed by papers rustling. “What is all this?” I felt JJ move his head from mine. I wasn’t dreaming, was I? 

“I see you’re coping by throwing yourself at the tourist girls per usual.” l definitely wasn’t dreaming someone was in the house. I jumped at the sound of the voice, not sure why it had scared me so much. I felt JJ wrap his arms around me a little tighter. 

“It’s just Pope and Kie,” JJ said to me. I slowly sat up in the bed looking at both of them. I knew they were hurting, but throwing that insult at JJ, uncalled for. I moved my hair behind my ear, my face turning red from the position that they had found JJ and I in. I just smiled as both of them looked between JJ and me with a stunning glance on their face.  

“Y/N?” Kie was the first to speak, before running up to me and giving me a soft hug. “What the hell? When did you-” She stopped, taking in that I was here, in front of her. 

“I got back a few days ago” I said shortly, looking over to JJ who was looking at Pope giving each other glances. 

Pope finally looked my way. “Honestly didn’t think we’d ever see you again.” He chuckled at his own statement. 

“Y’all can’t get rid of me that easily now,” I said trying to lighten the mood. “What are y’all doing here?” I asked getting up from the bed, pushing JJ off in the meantime so I could fold it up. He let out an annoyed groan but ended up helping me as we listened to Kie and Pope. 

“We thought we would come by, see if everything was alright over here. You know, maybe clean the place up.” Nothing about seeing if JJ was staying here, maybe that’s why they were here, just didn't say it. 

“Yea, somehow Y/N got me to clean the house up her first night back.” JJ joked as he put the last cushion on the couch, flopping down on it. 

“How did you manage that Y/N?” Pope laughed with him. The air was thick, now it was Pope and Kie sharing glances, and I remembered what JJ told me about their maybe relationship. That wasn’t the only reason the air was thick. 

We all were at a loss for words without John B. No one knew if it was okay to joke and laugh, or if we should all be crying. The air in the room was so thick it was almost hard to breathe. We all sat around, JJ pulling out his Juul and taking a few puffs, relieving his own feeling of tension. 

I broke the silence, moving toward the maps. “What have you guys been up to?” It was a simple question but asked much more than just that. I wanted to know how they were doing after losing John B, but more importantly why that had not reached out to JJ. Maybe I was being too hard on them, it had only been a few days, but until now they did not know that JJ wasn’t alone. 

“Uh. Not too much. We went to the tent to see Shoope a few times, other than that, trying to figure out where to go from there, how to move forward.” Move forward. Ouch.

“Yea. I mean we’ve been at the Wreck almost all day with my dad, he doesn’t really want us to leave with all this still going on. He thinks they’ll pin it on us.” 

I quickly looked at JJ, giving him a questioning look. Why would they pin anything on the other pogues? JJ made it seem like everyone knew by now that Rafe was guilty. “He’s probably looking out for us. You know Mr. C, Y/N always looking out for us.” 

I mumbled a “right” making a mental note to ask him about it later. I moved to start cleaning up the maps. I had no plans to tell the other two what JJ and I were up to, as they were trying to “move forward.” John B had told me that they believed our dad was dead, even when we didn’t, but I thought maybe since it was their friend this time they would think differently. 

“So what is all this?” Pope asked, moving to look at the maps scattering the counter in front of us. 

“Nothing,” I said. 

At the same time JJ spoke up “Wild goose chase, part 2.” I shot JJ a look. If looks could kill he would have been dead. 

Kie looked between the two of us and then grabbed the last map on the table that I hadn’t folded up yet. She looked over it and then back at me. “Are you really trying to find them?” She looked at JJ. “You both still think they're out there?” 

I took the map out of her hand and quickly folded it up to move it into the bin with the others. “Of course I do Kiara.” I used her full name, something I tend to do when I am mad. I was shocked that she expected anything different. “I am not giving up on my brother, not now! It’s only been a few days, and you both are ready to salute him goodbye!” I motioned between her and Pope. 

“Y/N, if they were there don’t you think the police would have found them by now, huh?” She asked moving closer to me. I didn’t like this, the pogues were normally supportive, but something had changed. 

“Yea, because their top priority is finding some fugitive from the cut that's been lost at sea.” Sarcasm dripping from my words “If we don’t stick up for them, who will, huh?” I fired back, mimicking her tone. 

“You know, your brother said the same thing, look where that got him. You would think after what happened to your dad and your brother chasing things lost at sea, you would learn not to.” 

I stopped what I was doing. I froze. I could not believe that she said that. “Kie what the hell?” Pope said to her. He looked at me with pity in his eyes. 

“Yea what the fuck Kie?” JJ stood up and walked in my direction. 

She looked around and quickly walked out of the house, Pope nodded at JJ and quickly followed her. It wasn’t a few seconds after the door shut that JJ wrapped his arms around me in a hug. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. 

I pulled away from JJ. “I’m gonna go sit by the water for a bit. I need to clear my head.” I said before starting towards the back door. 

“You sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” I smiled back and just nodded before turning back to the dock. 

I sat down letting my bare feet rest in the water. The water was cool, as it was still the morning. Kie really gave up on John B, so did Pope. It hurt me to think like that, but what if they were right? What if all this work was just JJ and I trying not to process our emotions, something neither of us handled well. I did not want to think about John B or even the way that my heart sped up around JJ. My mind shifted to JJ, the new relationship that had seemed to form the past few days. It wasn’t anything I should be thinking about, but it helped me from thinking about John B. JJ and I had always been friends, but recently, with the constant comforting touches and the nights that we had shared, made things feel different. 

As if on cue JJ came walking down the dock, and like that my alone time was over. JJ never was one for being alone anyway. When he reached me, he leaned down and handed me an open beer. “Thought you could use this.” He said as I grabbed it. “Do you need more time?” He asked. 

“Nah. I just need to cool off after that…” I paused as I watched him sit down, “heated discussion.” I laughed. 

“She shouldn’t have said any of that, it was uncalled for.” There it was, those constant, reassuring touches, as he put his arm lazily around my shoulders. “I’m sorry.” 

“We aren’t being crazy are we?” I asked looking up at him. “I mean she is right isn’t she? In some respect at least? I mean I’m literally doing what I was complaining about both of them doing, hunting a shipwreck.” 

“We aren't hunting a shipwreck Y/N” He paused and looked at me. “We’re hunting our friend, your brother, we’re looking for someone, not something. It’ll be worth it in the end, Promise.”

We sat like that on the dock in silence for a while the breeze came off the ocean. “Kie really thought I was just some tourist you were macking to help you cope?” I laughed nudging JJ slightly. 

“I know. She really has no faith in me.” He shook his head but I could hear the sarcastic tone in his voice. “Plus, you have changed since last summer. Your hair is longer and it’s all light and sunny. Plus you’ve grown up, I mean we all have. I don’t blame her for not recognizing you” I just looked back down at the water, a blush creeping up to my cheeks at his sudden affections. “Plus we could be macking, I’m not objecting” I turned quickly to look at him after his sudden statement. He had a huge smile on his face. 

“What?” I nervously laughed. 

“What?” He laughed back. 

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Chapter 9 - Life In A Tin Can

Washington State,  September 2 1994

"What the fuck? Kenny what are you doing?" I laugh as I sit on the opposite side of the bus at the tiny make shift table as Kenny takes a marker to Johnny and starts to draw all over his face.

"Shhhh... it's a surprise," Kenny slurs as Johnny slumps over on the arm of the couch.

"You're drawing the dick wrong... make it bigger... you know, like this," Josh explains and shows Kenny where to place the marker.

"I'm drawing a dick wrong? How the fuck do you draw a dick wrong?" Kenny slurs, his Brooklyn accent very apparent as I try to hold in my laughter.

"I don't know but I would imagine 'cause your dick is small, that's why you can't draw one," Josh says as I try desperately not to laugh.

"Oh yea, how would you know?" Kenny says up at Josh he was still crouched in front of a clearly passed out Johnny, trying to balance as the tour bus makes its way down the highway.

It's been a few weeks since I started as an Assistant for Type O Negative and Pantera and I have to say that it's been the best few weeks of my life so far. I've had so much fucking fun on this tour with them that I almost forget that I'm working. I never realized just how much I actually missed being on the road and though normally I travel in a van with some of the road crew, the guys suggested that I just stay on the bus with them since there are more than enough bunks in the back.

I never did get my luggage back from a few weeks ago when I lost it on the way to New York but I was able to pick up a few clothes to last me until we get to Seattle and I can go home and grab what I need for the rest of the tour.

"Oh, shit I have an idea... babe, do you have a couple of hair ties or somethin'?" Kenny asks looking back at me.

"Kenny what are you doing?" I laugh.

"Babe, trust me... do have a couple of hair ties?" Kenny chuckles.

"Probably, um... here give me a second," I giggle as I slide myself out from the table and make my way down to the back of the bus where the bunks were as Kenny follows me trying to contain his laughter. As soon as I reach the back of the bus, I immediately feel completely embarrassed as I see peter in the back lounge completely clothed with a girl laying completely naked underneath him, he legs spread wide as he goes down on her.

"Ok, well then..." I say nervously as I quickly turn back around with Kenny bumping into me. Kenny gives me a confused look as I tap him on the chest to get him to turn back around.

"What babe?" Kenny asks

"Y-you don't wanna know," I say as I try to guide him back to the front of the bus. Kenny glances over my shoulder and sees what was happening and stops.

"Peter... the fuck man, close the fucking divider," Kenny says with a disgruntled look.

"Shhhh..." I say trying to guide Kenny back as the girl begins to moan. From what I could see for that split second, I didn't think she was enjoying anything at all because she wasn't moving but from that sound she made, I'm clearly mistaken.

Now don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of being caught having sex, especially on a bus and every time I've been caught, the person who catches me always seems to ruin the moment. I really didn't want the moment to be ruined for her, 'cause I hate it when it happens to me.

"Well he should close the divider -" Kenny looks down at me but I hush him again placing my index finger on his lips and the girls lets out another moan. As I try to distract Kenny and guide him back to the front of the bus, I quickly reach into my bunk, into my bag and quickly find a couple of hair ties and hand them to Kenny. He raises his eyebrow at me as I motion for him to keep quiet and he smirks at me but makes his way back to the front of the bus as I follow him.

"I don't know about you guys, but I need another drink," I say as I slide myself back behind the table and Kenny chuckles as I pour myself another glass of Jack straight up, hearing another moan coming from the back room.

"Well get back to whatever you were doing... He's waiting," I joke gesturing to Johnny and Kenny laughs crouching back down in front of him to put his hair up in pig tails.

"Awe... look he's so pretty," Josh laughs and another moan escapes from the back of the bus.

"Jeezus Peter are you killing her in there or what?" Kenny jokes and I laugh.

"Oh fuck," Josh says covering his face with his hand and shaking his head.

*****

Hours later, I decided it was time to get some sleep and so with Kenny and Josh up at the front, Johnny who was still passed out on the couch, I make my way back to the bunks and see Peter and his girl passed out together on the back lounge bed. Without disturbing them, I quietly close the divider since Peter still hadn't closed it and quickly strip down to my black lacy bra and matching thong panties. Making sure the guys couldn't see me, I shove my clothes into my bunk, throw my hair up in a high ponytail with my dark curls bouncing everywhere and crawl inside as gracefully as I could. Just as soon as I was settled, Kenny makes his way down and finds me in my bunk, pulling up the blanket, trying to make myself comfortable.

"Awe... baby, are you going to sleep already?" Kenny slurs sweetly standing at my bunk.

"I better, we gotta get up early, or at least I do anyways," I say. Kenny then looks towards the front of the bus and then starts to strip off his plain black T-Shirt and his jeans, tossing them into his bunk that was just above mine and then suddenly starts to climb in the bunk with me.

"Baby , hey what - ? You know both of us aren't going to fit in here, " I giggle as he tries to slide in beside me.

"Sure we will," He smirks and I laugh as he maneuvers himself beside me.

"Kenny!" I yelp in laughter as he starts to squish me and I try to move myself so that he can get in with me.

"Shhhh..." He hushes me chuckling and moves me to lay on top of him. As I finally situate myself, I raise my eyebrow at him as he apparently looks pleased with himself that he was able to somewhat fit in here with me.

"See, we fit," He smirks at me as he places his hands on my hips and gently moves down to cup each butt cheek, his hands feeling rough but so warm as I place my hands on his toned smooth chest so that I can look at him.

"Uh huh, yea right," I say skeptically.

"C'mon baby... I'm tired of sleeping alone in that bunk all by myself, I miss feeling you next to me... and right now you feel so soft and warm and look, your butt fits perfectly in my hands..." Kenny pouts as he slurs, clearly still drunk but so adorable and I giggle as he continues to tell me all the reasons why he needs to sleep in the bunk with me.

"Ok, ok... Jeezus," I say and he laughs. We continue to laugh and joke with each other, even though we know we should try to sleep but Kenny just keeps talking which is so funny.

We eventually find a way to both sleep in the small confined space together, his arms wrapped around me and my head pressed against his chest, listening to his heart beating as he softly sleeps. I cannot believe just how much I've fallen for him. I never thought that I would ever feel this way again. He makes me feel like I'm not broken and that I am worthy of being loved once again. Fuck, I am so in love with him I can't even think straight. I just want to stay wrapped up in his arms forever.

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Is Everything Okay? Ch. 19

"Freeze ghost scum!"

Fear flooded everyone's face, as a swarm of agents in white surrounded them. Realization dawned on him at the four agents dressed in black suits, the assholes hid agents. Anger shrouded through him, they were willing enough to invade his father's funeral. Something that was supposed to give everyone piece of mind. The loud beeping the filled the air caused the agents to raise their weapons, aiming it at the halfa. Ecto-energy buzzed through the air, rolling off of the emotional teen. A bright light enveloped the teen, once dissipating leaving behind none other then Phantom.

"I'm sorry" Danny choked out to the people around, all of them held bewildered looks. His voice filled with anger, shame, guilt, sadness, portraying everything he felt at that moment.

"Get on your knees, scum." One of the agents in black hissed, but Danny only stared at them. His eyes glowed an intense verdant, the tension in the room grew. His lips pulled into a tight line, the words that escaped his mum drowned out by him emotions. He moved to speak, but he didn't get the chance. A blast sounded, a ball of pink sphere made it's way to him.

Time seemed to slow, Danny's eyes widened as he felt the heat radiating as he got closer. He didn't have a chance to move. A scream sounded behind him, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the gun. His eyes slid close, he knew he couldn't make it out of the way in time. Heat radiated through out his chest, the force caused him to fall to the ground, a loud thump radiated through the air. He heard the scream, but all he saw was the sky.

The tears felt cool, this time, as they slid down his cheeks. The pain bursted through him but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the lone cloud in the sky. Not even when he felt hands pulling at him. He barely registered being placed on top of something, or the sticky substance coating his abdomen. He felt at peace, he felt ready. He didn't want to fight, he just... It would be so easy if he just drifted.

Something moved into his way, his cobalt eyes slid closed. He didn't want to focus, he didn't want to stay. He wanted to keep feeling this. This peacefulness... But he... why was he crying. The tears slid down his face like an open faucet, he tried to move, tried to brush them away. He needed to show everyone that he wasn't sad, he was okay. He couldn't. With every passing moment he was drifting further and further into the peaceful darkness.

"Danny, Please... Danny... Danny... DANNY!"

Danny tried to say something, anything to stop the yelling. He just wanted to sleep, everything hurt. This was a strong pain on his chest, he just wanted to doze it off.

"Danny... Danny...DANNY!"

He tried to make a sound but he couldn't. Fear started filling through him. He couldn't breathe. Why didn't he notice that earlier? His hand gripped at his chest, a sharp pain illuminated the area. His hand felt wet. consternation grew more, he couldn't breath. He couldn't... Why couldn't he... Everything just blurred together, he couldn't... he couldn't...

"DANNY"

The sweaty, raven haired teen jolted from his bed, gasping for air. Confusion clouded through him before his mind finally caught up. He'd gone straight home after school and just slept. Much like last time. A chuckle left him as he looked around his dimly lit room. He feels more energized, his mind still working to catch up that what had happened before this wasn't just a nightmare, but a very possible and real doom.

"Danny?" A voice spoke from behind his door, a soft knock followed it. Danny furrowed his eyebrows before remember exactly what was going on.

"Hey Jazz, you can come in." Danny tried to contain his feelings. When he got home, unlike last time, no one was home. He had just gone straight to bed, well after talking to Sam and Tucker about what had happened with Lancer.

"Danny..." She started, taking a stand in front of Danny. Danny gave her a small smile, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jazz looked skeptically at her brother before sighing. "Lancer spoke to me the other day, and-"

"Don't worry Jazz" Danny cut in, giving his sister a reassuring smile. "I've dealt with it. It's all good." Danny could have laughed at the distrusting look in her eyes, if his sister hadn't been so worried he might have.

"Really? Then why did Lancer talk to me during lunch yesterday?"

"He talked to me after-school." Danny shrugged, stretching his arms above his head. Before his sister could ask the question, he answered. "I told him that Sam, Tuck and I have just been helping Phantom with ghost hunting."

"And he just let it go?" Jazz crossed her arms, while Danny stood.

"Took a few conditions but he did." Danny yawned, before pushing his sister towards the door. "Now, I'm gonna have to get some work done."

"But Danny-"

Danny sighed closing the door in front of him, as much as he would love to keep talking to Jazz, he really had a game plan to come up with. Tomorrow he promised Sam and Tuck he would meet with them at Nasty Burger. Sighing, he plopped himself at his computer desk looking at the pile of homework that sat there. First, he has to get work done.

"Morning Mum." Danny smiled, placing a kiss on her cheek. Even with the flare of anger that spiked in him over what had happened outside of that hospital room, he could help but be glad to have her here. Maddie looked up startled, a soft smile fell on her lips.

"Someone's in a good mood." She mused, placing a kiss on top of the messy mop of black hair on her son's head. Danny beamed up at her, taking a seat at the table. "Eat up before you go off to meet with your friends." Maddie smiled back, placing a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him. Danny dug into the plate, his mind racing through the changes he's noticed since last time. Changes were good, things should be getting better. Danny flashed his mum a smile as she stepped out of the kitchen.

"Morning Everyone!" Before he could stop himself, Danny jumped up and wrapped his arms around his dad. Who froze for a moment, before returning the hug. "Hey Danny-boy" His arms tightened around him, he bit back the tears that stung at the back of his eyes. His dad was alive, in front of him. He was warm, and breathing. The raven haired teen bit the inside of his cheek to keep the tears at bay. Everything was okay.

"Hey..." Danny burrowed his head into his dad's neck, ignoring his words. He just wanted to enjoy this. After weeks of barely seeing him, this was almost overwhelming. "Danny, are you okay?" At this point he could taste blood seeping out from the inside of his cheek. His mind flashed back to the window-phone meeting at the prison... His dad was speaking to him the same exact way. All Danny could do was nod into his shoulder.

"Hey, Danny." Jack lightly pulled his son back, placing him fully onto his feet. The larger man tilted slightly to meet his son's eyes, a small smile staying on his face, while his eyes portrayed his worry. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing Dad." Danny finally spoke, his voice wavering slightly. His shook his head at the increased concern off his dad. "I-I just had a nightmare... I'm fine, I just-I love you." Immediately Jack's eyes softened, he pulled his son back into a hug.

"I love you too, Danny." Those words, coupled with the hug calmed Danny's feelings. He started to calm down, the tense escaped from him. Jack seemed to notice that too, he pulled back, moving his son back to his table. The childish nature returning completely to him. "Now... Time for fudge!" A laugh escaped Danny, watching his dad head to the fridge. He could still hear the soft growl from the ecto-dogs hidden in the drawers. Leave it to his dad to always make him feel better.

"Hey guys." Danny slid into the seat, Tucker slide his usual in front of him. Danny offered a smile to Tucker, one that shrunk when he turned to Sam. He needed to get over that. Still, even if he was the only one who remember everything, it didn't happen. Sam and him never fought. Everything was fine between the two of them, but that didn't stop the flare of anger and betrayal that sparked every time he saw her.

"Dude, you good?" Tucker asked. Danny blinked out of his thoughts, before nodding.

"Yea" Danny offered up a smile. "Just an extra credit paper Lancer gave me."

"I could always help." Sam offered up, before her phone vibrate from the table. A silence lulled between the trio before Sam groaned. "My parents have some stupid friends coming over, they want me home. Meet up at my place at ten?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." Danny shook his head, popping a fry into his mouth. "I promised Lancer I'll have my make up work in on Monday. Gonna spend tonight studying."

"Yea, maybe tomorrow night then." Danny tried not to feel guilty at the dash of sadness that crossed Sam's eyes. She gave her goodbyes, before walking off.

"Okay dude, what's up with you." Tucker turned, giving Danny a look. "Don't say nothing, something's going on between you and Sam and I can see it."

"Tucker, I-"

"Nope, truth." Tucker cut in, talking around a mouth full of his burger. He shifted to be seated across from the other teen. The two of the stared at each other, each daring the other to break first.

"Fine, you win." Danny shook his head with a laugh. He glanced around for a moment before leaning forward slightly. "So, let's say that maybe something happened and Clockwork had to reverse time and I'm the only one who remembers-"

"Dude! Why don't I remember! I want to remember."

"Trust me, you don't..." Danny winced, Tuck instantly sobered up, his face turning back to serious and concerned Tucker. "Anyways, let's just say in that time Sam wasn't the best... And Dash was a better friend then here."

"DASH!"

"SHHHH!" Danny waited until the stares from the people around them died down before continuing. "I know, I know... I'm not gonna go into details, but it might take sometime to get back on good terms with her."

"Dude I won't push." Tucker raised his hands in a surrender way, Danny gave a grateful smile. "But, Dash, really?"

"I know, I was shocked too." Danny agreed, taking a drink from his milkshake. "He's not as much of an asshole, honestly. I'm thinking of-"

"Seriously!" Tucker lowered his voice at the look the blue eyed teen gave him. "Okay, okay. But if he isn't cool, can you promise me you'll stuff him in a locker as Phantom?"

"Okay, deal." Danny grinned, shaking his friends hand. After that the conversation changed to lighter topics. The duo laugh and chat well until the sun starts to set.

Danny yawned, dropping his hoodie onto the floor. As much as he would have liked to keep the bruises on his wrists and upper arm hidden, it was just too hot for the hoodie, even his ghost core, or the night air. Danny closed his eyes, swinging softly on the swings as Sleeping With Sirens sounded through his earbuds. A smiled softly when no loud squeak cut through the music. Who would have guessed a low powered ecto-blast would have done the trick?

His hand ran through his unruly onyx hair, a soft sigh escaped him. It was getting late, but he was so use to meeting a certain blonde jock at this time that it felt weird to not come here. Even if he never did befriend Dash, he'll probably keep this is up. The night air breeze, the sound of animals and critters in the woodland area around the swings. It was calming, nice to unwind after everything.

"Fenturd?" The voice cut through the music, causing the smaller teen to jump. He turned to see a confused Dash taking a seat in the swing next to him. "I never saw you before?" Danny rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and offered a small smile.

"I, uh, wanted to just clear my head." Danny answered after a pause, his eyes staying trained on the trees before him. When all he was met with was silence, he looked over and silently cursed himself. His arms. Dash was looking at his arms in an odd way, only making the raven haired teen more nervous. This would have been easier if things had stayed the same. "I, uh..."

"Did Lancer tell you about this easy some of us are doing?" Dash spoke up. Danny looked up eyebrows furrowing, he had expected a question or mocking, not this. "I kinda need some help with it." Dash gave Danny a slightly sheepish smirk. Danny offered a small smile, pushing down the excitement he felt. Without even trying he opened a window into being friends with Dash... This was good.

"Uh, yea." Danny wrapped his arms around himself, kicking the ground softly. "I'm doing that essay as well, I could help you if you want?" The conversation carried smoothly from there, the two spoke about different things. Everything was light, and laughter filtered between the two of them more often then not. That was before there was a lapse in their conversation.

"I get it." Dash spoke, breaking the silence. Danny looked up, it took him a moment to remember this conversation. "If you ever need to talk, I get what you're going through." Danny kept the confused look on his face, while Dash offered him a hesitant smile. "Doesn't mean we're friends though, got it." The edge of playfulness that filled that statement begged a differ, Danny gave a soft chuckle, returning the smile.

"Thanks." Danny smiled back, before turning his eyes back to the shifting shadows on the grassy floor of the park. The two lapsed in silence again, Danny could notice the feeling of Dash's stare even if he didn't remember this part. "What?"

"You aren't going to ask me how?" Dash questioned, Danny paused for a moment. He could remember how he worded the rest.

"I'm not going to make you tell me anything." Danny answered, glancing over at him. "You didn't start off saying it, so I figured you don't want to talk about it."

"Uh." Dash paused, his eyes searching Danny's face before he nodded. "You're cooler than what I expected, Fenton."

"You're nicer than I expected, Dash." Danny smiled, turning his eyes to the dark sky above him. The two teens fell back into the silence, it was a comfortable and relaxed. Danny swinging softly, while Dash sat relatively still. The two just enjoying the silence. Danny was happy, everything was going pretty good so far. All he had left was Chris. Then things would be good... Maybe even great.

"For middle school, my parents sent me to live with my aunt and uncle down south." Dash broke the silence, looking up at the moon. Danny looked over remembering the story, only this time Dash didn't know his. "They weren't going to be around for a long while and wanted me to have an adult around… But they had a different way of raising kids. I used to make excuses, I didn't see it as what it was, I kept thinking it was my fault until… I was sent to the hospital. My parents found out. I got cleared to go back home, and that was the summer before freshman year. Kwan and Paulina helped keep it all under wraps. I might not know what you're going through, but I can see the signs." Dash gave a look to his arms, and Danny tightened his arms around himself.

"My parents... they don't touch me. Heck, they don't even know about my bruises." Danny shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. He choose to continue when Dash gave him a confused look. "Um... You could say a family friend gives them to me."

"Never thought to tell your parents?" Dash asked, not catching the shiver that ran through him. Danny bit back his remarks. Telling his parents would do more damage than good.

"It won't do any good." Danny shook his head, rubbing slightly at a bruise on his wrist. "Trust me."

"If you ever need to talk..." Dash made eye contact with Danny, portraying how serious he was. He paused a moment, before adding."or some place to hide out, I'm here."

"Thank you." Danny smiled, meeting the eye contact. It was those words that seemed to signal the end of the conversation. The both of them shared a goodbye before Dash walked off, while Danny stayed seated in the swings. He let out a content sigh, tugging the earbuds back into place. One down, one more to go.

Danny took a bite from his ham and cheese sandwich, glancing at the masses of people beneath him. He missed school without the constant rumors surrounding him about him. He smirked at the memory of Paulina's and Kwan's faces when Dash had greeted him. He was also glad to see that Dash hadn't told anyone about anything. He yawned, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down.

"I didn't know anyone else at lunch here." Danny jumped, mentally laughing at him. He had expected this much, but he still jumped from it. He looked over to be met by none other than Chris. "Mind if I sit?" Danny offered a smile.

"Sure why not." Danny nodded. "I'm Danny." He offered a small wave.

"Yea, I know. I've had to deal with your sis before. I'm Chris." Chris shook Danny's hand, offering him a smile. Danny chuckled at the comment about his sister. "Came up here to dodge the masses?" Danny chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"That obvious, uh?"

"Nah, I do the same." Chris smirked, popping a piece of brownie in his mouth. "Want some?" He offered Danny, who refused.

"I haven't seen you around before" Danny commented, remembering the conversation. It was kind of vague, but he was sure he could nail this. A laugh and a shake of the head came from the other male.

"Probably cause I skip pretty much all my classes." Chris tilted his head, brown eyes staying on the students below them. "I moved here, like a month or so ago, since then I've just been dodging most of my classes. Some teachers don't even know what I look like." The playful tint by the end of Chris's sentence caused Danny to laugh. This was by far the most relaxed repeat he's had so far.

"Can't lecture you there." Danny laughed, shaking his head. "I've skipped so many classes... or showed up really late to them." Chris laughed, pointing a finger at the teen.

"Brother of Jasmine Fenton not a golden student? I'm shocked." Chris chuckled, his features sobering after the short laugh. "Don't you just hate it when people compare you to family?" He asked, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

"Tell me about it." Danny agreed, going kinda on instinct now, rather than memory. "I have to a be genius, You?" Chris tossed the plastic wrap that held his brownie off the roof, chuckling when it hit a jock's head. Danny smirked when he realized it was Kwan.

"Doctors." Chris ran a hand through his hair. "My dad's a neurosurgeon. My mum was a pediatrician. Sister's a waitress, although she's going to school to become a social worker, so. Damn shame, I'm planning on being an artist" Chris laughed, taking a glance at the watch secured to his wrist. Danny bit back a sigh, he wanted to keep talking. At least he'll have other lunches to spend talking... hopefully. "Well, looks like it's time for-" The school bell cut his sentence short.

The pair traded goodbyes. Chris stayed on his perch on the school roof, while Danny made his way to the last period of the day. Unlike last time, he didn't feel any anxiety. He felt relaxed, calm, he actually felt like everything was going the way it should be going. It wasn't just a sense of hope, but it was something he just knew. He knew that things were going to look up, things weren't going to go down like they did last time. He smiled. Maybe leading this double life won't be so hard anymore.

[sweetpeachjones]

You Made Ur Bed 8

Episode 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6 , 7

A/N: excuse the typos and grammer, and curse me out later for making you wait so long

After the ceremony at Davida House

OMG Sean, you should have been there.Y/N  was there being a total slut damn near sucking this nigga dick-

She stopped in her tracks when Sean jerked up wiping his nose. Davida looked behind him, and all she could see was a mirror with two white powder lines and a playing card.

"Sean, I KNOW you aren't doing what I think your doing, I thought you quit that." "I did but I just don't it recreational, plus I'm bored as fuck." "Well, how but getting a job." "You know how hard it is for a felon to get one, they see that on my app and its, don't call us we'll call you' type bullshit." "But bae you can keep you from trying I'm mean I got my ticket, she exclaimed rubbing her stomach, you need to get yours, I don't need some sorry nigga eating off my plate." "The fuck you say, I wasn't any sorry nigga when I had you in the diamonds n furs, dripping sauce. Nigga gon for some time and bitches want to get amnesia. "Yeah well times have changed, she said getting up taking off her jewelry, you need to get it together and clean that shit up now!"

Sean angrily cleaned the mess up and walked out of the room slamming the door hard.

One week after the pool incident at Eriks house

You sprained your ankle and fractured your elbow and a laceration above your right eye. You had a cast on your ankle and the sling on right arm and stitches for your cut. Against your wishes, Erik insisted you stay to get better and even took off to nurse you. He has been waiting on hand and foot and doing the sweet thing like washing n oiling your hair and make sure your cast was dry as he gave you luxurious bubble baths and even carried you to the bathroom. But you knew Erik this is his whole game to get you to stay.

You sat in the bedroom on the bed fluff high on pillows while Erik was in the other room. You needed something on the dresser but you didn't want to bother Erik, plus he was smothering so you were going to take advantage of his absence. As you reached, you fell out bed with a loud thud. You never felt so helpless and began to weep. Erik ran upstairs to see you on the floor as he picked you up you start to get angry.

"Get the fuck away from me," you sobbed as tried your best to hit him in the chest.

"Girl wtf is wrong you!" "YOU, YOU THE FUCKING CAUSE FOR THIS!", pointing to the cast and moving the sling. "This is your fault because of your fucked up ego." "Well, I did think you would jump." You looked at him, and before you blew a gasket, you calmed down, "You know what, you said coolly if I didn't make it it would have been a lot better than to married to you." Erik looked you in the eyes hoping to see the humor, but you were dead serious. "You don't mean that Y/N." "Oh yes I do, this marriage has gone to hell. I don't know why I stayed this long with your cheating ass and constant lying. You think Davida was the only one, I knew about the others, I know when you were out fucking them hoes ERIK!. I'd find hints: the perfume, lipstick, the missing earring in your car. I noticed the way you shower, or you were smelling like a different, soap I don't even buy. I just let you do your thing as long as they never had the guts to step out place I was cool, cause at the end of the day you are going to do what you want to do and you were home every night mainly. But you started to get reckless and shit with Davida, so I figured you weren't giving a fuck anymore. And had the bitch calling the house and your fucking student at that! The fuck was you thinking; you were about to risk it all for some broad? Really?!

Erik looks away, before answering.

"She reminded me of you before you lost the baby. She had that happiness, that joy, that light you once had. We clicked like me, and you used to."

You rolled your eyes at his last statement. He continued.

"After the incident, you became bitter and once you started drinking you was like a shell. Like I understand she went, and nothing will bring her back, but you got to move on. It was never my intentions to get her pregnant we stopped after a few times then she tells me. I love you more than anything; I'll do whatever I can to right my wrongs. But I will be a father to my child."

"You wanna right your wrongs, grant me a divorce. Well split everything down the middle and keep control of our organizations."

"You sure you want that"

"Yes I can't keep going on like this, I love you, but I can't be in a marriage with you."

Erik looked deep in thought. He sighed, "Okay if that's what you want. I won't hold you back."

Next day at Davida's House

"So how far are you now?" Erik asked. I'm 35 weeks so our Lil boy will be here soon," Davida answered excitedly.

"Cool well when you are going on your next appointment I'll be there. I'll be over later to help set the crib and baby stuff."

"I need you to set up something in my bedroom," Davida answered back seductively.

Erik catching the hint but didn't feed into it, "yeah like I said I'll be over to put the BABY stuff up."

"Mhmm, well see you soon boo." "Don't call me that," and he hung up quickly.

Davida just laughed as she put her phone in the car seat as she pulled up her driveway. She parked the car and remembered she had to set a date in the phone at the same time entering her front door. She didn't notice the five large men sitting on her furniture. She looked up from her phone and grabbed her chest as fear and shock took over her whole body.

"Who are you and why the fuck are you in my house?!"

"Be cool sweetheart," the smaller of the five spoke. He physically fit but wasn't as buff as the others." I'm Mike Love and we just looking for ya boy Sean that's all."

"I don't know a Sean." "See, I'm trying to be a gentleman here but you're lying is going to turn this into an UGLY situation, and you don't want that." Mike said coolly as he walked towards her stroking Davida's cheek. "Now I'll never hit a lady especially a pregnant one, but I can't say the same for my guys. They weren't born with sense." "I don't know where he is I swear, I go to school and work part-time," he goes where he wants to, tears streaming down her face. "Shhhh it's okay love I believe you. But you tell Sean to get at me asap; I'd hate to come back here again and next it is not going to be as pleasant."

Mike turned to his goons and told them to leave and just like that they were gone. Davida ran to lock the door behind them and sunk to the floor a blubbering mess.

Four weeks later at the lawyer's office.

Well, I have to say this was the smoothest divorce ever an easy way to make my paycheck." Erik lawyer comments as he finalized the paperwork.

Erik and Y/N sat across from each other. Neither of them looked up as it was too sad to look each other in the eyes. Erik was the most hurt, he felt betrayed, he felt like he was trying and Y/n was giving up months of progress screwed up by two days. He couldn't fathom life without y/n she had been with him since day one, she believed in his projects, his dreams and wished he could have given her whatever she wanted. So he cheated little fuck up compare to the husband his friends were. Even in the pants suit, she was wearing she looked like a goddess and all he wanted to do to take her away forget all this drama and start over.

Y/n could feel Erik staring. After all these years he could still make her blood rush just by one look. She always loved Erik deeply but how many times can he spit in her face. Plus being careless enough to get someone pregnant, the audacity of it.

She felt a nudge pulling her out of her deep thoughts.

"What's that." "I said do you, and Mr. Stevens agree to the terms of the divorce?" My lawyer repeated. "Oh yeah, I'm good are you?", Y/n said finally looking up at Erik. He nodded, and we both signed the papers.

"Well that's it you two are no longer hitched. Haha, I must say I've done sooner if only my wife wouldn't take everything. Women right." He playfully nudged Erik and Erik only stared at him.

The lawyers began to leave the room and Erik, and y/n lingered in the room.

Well this is it, Erik said

Y/n leaned against the table arms folded

"I guess so huh." "I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a goodbye hug?" "No, it wouldn't."

Erik walked over in two strides stood in front of y/n and hugged her. He head protectively rested on top of hers as y/n slowly wrapped her arms around his chest. They stood like that for a minute until Erik kissed her forehead. Y/n leaned her head back some allowing Erik to kiss her nose; she leaned back until Erik pecked her lips. He pecked them again seeing as she didn't protest the first time. The third time he let his lips lingered as she kissed back. That's all he needed for confirmation. He gently grabbed her hair pulling her head back some allowing access to her neck. He kissed and sucked on her neck as if he was a vamp on his victim. They were too busy to hear the conversation of one the lawyers doubling back to find something. Once the door flew open, they immediately stop while Y/N's lawyer just stared as if they crazy, while Erik's lawyer smirk and closed the door.

Regaining common sense and more so embarrassed y/n pushed Erik back and fixed her shirt chastising herself while doing so. Erik just looked more frustrated as he fixed his coat. No words being said to each other as they head out of the office when they got to the elevators and stood on the opposite corners. Erik spoke first.

"Well, I hope we can friends after all this." "I don t know about that." "Aww come on y/n," he said walking towards her, "we have known each other for too long just to stop being each friend." "But u sneaky tho." Erik feined shock, "Me no," and he flashed those golden slugs and mischievous smile the y/n knew all too well. She laughed knowing this could be nice. "Yea whatever"

At Davida house two weeks back

Sean pulls in the driveway days after disappearing. Davida was waiting on him. Sean thought he could sneak through the patio. As soon he turned on the lights a glass cup was hurled at him, but he dodged it quickly.

"What the fuck." : What the fuck is right where have you been?!" Davida mocked furiously.

"I had some moves to do." "Liar u smell clean as fuck, so been u at somebody house, but I don't care who is Mike love and why the FUCK was he in MY house.

Sean's hearts stop. That's one name he did not want hear.

What did you say Nigga you heard me who is Mike Davida listens, Sean grabbed hold of her shoulders. I pissed off some significant and dangerous people, and for your safety and mine, I should not be here. Damn right u shouldn't, niggas come up in here seven deep, just what the fuck did you do? You remember Physco from our old neighborhood? You mean walk around with a machete in broad daylight Physco, him?! Yea well I had an opportunity to blame something on his baby brother in jail. I didnt know they were related, but word got around and by that time I was long gone.  

Feeling like an ass, Davida felt more sympathy for Sean. All this time she was hard, and he had a deathwish looming. She knew what he was up against and Physco was the type he wasn't gonna stop til there was blood.

Well, here I got some money n take my car. Take your car?! Yes, take it, ill tell Erik it was stolen n ill get another besides your safety is important to me. Ok but id have to go tonight. Tonight?! Yeah Davida sucked her teeth fine She went upstairs to her safe, put the code in pulled out 30,000 her women intuition was screaming "heffa are you crazy," but her heart wanted him to be safe. She wanted to travel with him, but the dangers that followed were enough to keep her back. She put the money in a crown royal bag along with the keys to her car and the passport and falsified documents that he asked him to do a while back when he was job hunting. She ran back down and gave it to Sean. He looked apologetically as he was taking away from a pregnant woman, sensing his hesitation she spoke. Please take it and when you get to a safe place ill come.

They embrace in what seems like the worlds longest kiss. Sean rushed out to the garage. Once he cranked the car and sped down the block, he never noticed the black Lambo following him. As the road twist and turned the car behind never missed a beat, and since they were the only two on the road, it was hard to lose them on a one-way street. Sean knew exactly who it was and turned off into the woods. Once he got deep enough, he turned the car off and lit a cigarette. Now or never he thought. As the Lambo neared the headlights nearly blinded him in the rearview mirror. He took his last drag as the passenger door to the Lambo opened up. Out stood Mike and Sean opened his door. The two men walked to each other and embraced in a lovers kiss! The tongue kiss was so explicit that the guard in the car started to get a little uncomfortable.

Omg bae I missed you, Mike said So have I, Sean replied So did u get the documents, Mike asked Of course, plus she gave me the car, you must scare the crap out of her. Well, I had to sell it. Breaking into her house, in that neighborhood, with five niggas was hard as hell. But worth it now that got my baby back. Let's go Paris awaits. Well what can we do car Either take it with us or better yet torch it, makes it more believable something happens to you. But she gave me this car Mike was getting slightly jealous, "And!?" Well I just don't want to torch it "Fuck that I'll take care of it," Mike walked towards the guard in his car mumbling, "Nigga act like he still loves the bitch or something!" "Hey!" motioning towards the guard. " I want to get rid of this car I don't care what you do I don't want to see it my sight again. SEAN!! let's go!"

The guard got out, and Mike and Sean got in the Lambo and drove off. The guard was left by himself in the car.

"Shit nigga crazy as hell baby mama bout to get a new whip!"

Present Day (After the Erik's and Y/N divorce agreement)

So your car was stolen?" Erik asked in disbelief as he works putting up the baby's crib and other items as Davida told her story sitting in a rocking chair. Erik made sure she didnt lift a finger, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Yes, would you believe, right in my friend's neighborhood, I had to take an Uber home? I knew I should have stayed my ass home, told that girl to move out the projects.

Well, luckily you and the baby are safe. Ill hook you up I got a cousin who works for Honda.

Honda? The fuck! Do you want your baby mother and your heir riding around in some raggedy Honda? Because if I pulled child support, I can afford more.

It will be a current year! he pleaded. She stared at him motherfuckerly.

Alright, what you want? he asked

Momma wants a Benz!

Momma gonna have to clap them cheeks and suck a mean dick, and I mean to make that shit disappear for a Benz.

Aint like I done it before, Davida laughed, so how your wife anyway

Don't worry about her; he said what quick attitude.

Damn alright, I got to go to the bathroom, help me up these damn cramps killing me.

Cramps! What do you mean you in labor?

Not till the water breaks

As soon as she stood up she felt another cramp not so intense but bad enough to double over, Erik kept her steady.

I think we should go, do you have your things packed?

Yea in the downstairs closet in the foyer

Erik went to retrieve the bag as Davida wobbled to the restroom. She felt pressure and pushed thinking it was #2 when she got up she almost fainted at sight.

ERIK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Grass Is Always Greener

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Dean Word Count: 7,358 Warnings: Alcohol, weed, language, cracky goodness, so much smut. Just...just filth. Like a pinch of plot towards the end, but it’s like...guys, it’s just...you shouldn’t read it if you’re under 18. Hell, you maybe shouldn’t read it if you’re over 18. I mean, for me, anyway. It could be worse. But it’s all over the place, and there’s just a lot of it. So....here you go. A/N: This was written for @squirrel-moose-winchester‘s Supernatural Crack Attack Challenge. I’m gonna apologize ahead of time that there is more smut than crack, but it just...it just happened. I think I blacked out for part of it. Anyway, hopefully the cracky-ness is cracky enough!

Also, I had this amazing anonymous request: Prompty things challenge for you!! Scenario: Sam and Dean. Drinking (heavily) in the bunker. Sam pulls out weed. What do they do next? Also please include somehow, tank tops, honey, bad tv movies, whiskey, potato salad, giggling, toast, fuzzy slippers, silk, chores, falling,sleeping, and pie. :) Have fun with that!! So, scattered throughout this fic, is every single one of these things. I’m sorry if you weren’t expecting a ton of porn to go with it, but I hope, if you read this, you laugh as much as I did when I was trying to figure out how to get them all in there.

This was beta’d by my beautiful twinny @pinknerdpanda and my sweet, sweet @amanda-teaches, who also helped me name this crazy thing. This was a doozy to write, and you guys helped so much. I can’t tell you how much I’ve appreciated it, especially while I was sick and had the fever brain.

“Shhh!”

“You shhhh! You're gonna wake her up!”

“I'm not the one theater whispering as if it's actually how real people whisper.”

I roll over, the urgent whispers outside my door waking me from the light sleep I'd managed to finally fall into.

“What do you call what you're doing? Listen, we jus’ gotta sneak in there, I'll grab it, and...and she’ll never even know.”

“W-w-what? Of course she's gonna notice!”

“Dean...listen...she's not gonna smoke it. She jus’ took it from that kid to scare him when we were interrogating him the other day, she’ll never even notice.”

“Dude, are you trying to make up for that time you smoked oregano? Ya don't have anythin’ to prove, man. Le’s just go drink some more.”

“Are you scared of Y/N? Is that it? ‘Cause I think you are.”

“S’bullshit! I ain't scared of shit.”

My door opens enough to let in a sliver of light, and I squint against the brightness. Two shadowy figures fill the doorway, jamming together as they both try to walk in at the same time.

“Can you get out of my way?”

“I was going first, you move!”

“Oh my God, you're actually the worst.”

A few mumbled curses later, Sam’s large form pops through the doorway, nearly colliding with the foot of my bed.

“Where are we even supposed to look, Sam? It could be anywhere in here.”

“I know exactly where to look.” He moves over to my dresser and pulls open the top drawer. His shoulders hunch when it squeals along the track, and I have to bite my lip to keep from giggling at the face I know he is making.

“How d’you know it's in there? You jus’ wanna go through her underwear drawer.”

“This is where she keeps secrets, Dean. And I know because I know things. I drink and I know things.”

“Okay, Tyrion, you don't even drink enough to say that. How d’you know where she keeps her secrets?”

“Tha’s my secret.”

I hear him rummaging around, the light on his phone on but not pointed at any specific place as he shifts things in the drawer, and I consider interrupting him, until I hear him gasp.

“Did you find it?” Dean’s whisper has become less of a whisper and more like a normal speaking voice.

“Umm, no, not yet. Just...gimme a minute.”  I hear whatever is in his hand hit the wooden bottom of the drawer, and then the sudden violent vibrating of plastic as it reverberates through the room. “Oh, fuck.”

“What the hell, man? Turn it off!”

“I don’t know how I turned it on! Shit!”

I can’t hold it in anymore, and laugh.  

“AH!” Sam screeches, and his phone flies out of his hand and nearly hits Dean in the face. “How long have you been awake?!”

I sit up and rub my eyes, blinking as Dean flips on the light, “Long enough to know you're both idiots.” I shift so my legs hang over the side of the bed, groping for my fuzzy slippers with my feet. I sigh contentedly when they slip into the soft, fuzzy material, then stand and shuffle  sleepily to my dresser. Sam snorts and I give him a not so scathing glare. “What?”

“Those slippers are ridiculous.”

“You're ridiculous. And also a liar,” I accuse as I reach into my drawer and switch off the offending noise maker, “because I know you know how to turn this off.” Sam’s jaw drops and Dean looks at him with a mixture of curiosity and offense.

“What's she mean by that?”

“S’nothing, she's just...she's just playing around.” He gives a nervous laugh and I grin.

“Oh, playing around is one way you could put it.” I wink at Sam and Dean’s nose scrunches.

“I don't like what's happening.”

“You don’t have to. Now, both of you take your drunk asses back to the living room, and pour me a glass of whiskey so I can catch up to you two assholes. Go. Now.” The two of them shuffle out of the room, and I dig around in my dresser for a tank top and shorts. I grab the contraband Sam was looking for and walk down the hall and into the living room, where Sam and Dean are talking in hushed whispers.

“What are you guys whispering about?”

Dean looks up, a glint in his eyes, “We were just wondering how often you slept with no pants on.”

“At least one of you should know that answer.”

Dean gapes at Sam again, “Seriously, dude, what is she talking about?”

I grab the glass of whiskey they had obediently poured for me and throw it back, grimacing at the burn, “If you can’t figure it out by now, sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about it. Now, let’s get me caught up so we can get to what you were looking for.”

“Y/N...I don’t think that’s how you make potato salad…”

I turn around and point the wooden spoon at Sam, flinging bits of potato in his direction. He flinches and wipes a piece of rogue tuber from his cheek. “My grandmother taught me this recipe, and it has been passed down for generations.”

“One...I don’t think potato salad has existed for generations, and two, I’m pretty positive no recipe includes honey.” I look back at the bowl and frown, then back at Sam.

“I don’t have any mayonnaise. Honey’s the next best thing.”

“That sounds wrong.”

I shrug, then give another squirt of honey in the bowl, “Sweet potato salad.” I snort and Sam rolls his eyes.

“That's not how that works!”

“Not how what works?” I turn to see Dean sauntering into the kitchen, one of the joints I had taken from the kid balanced loosely between his thumb and pointer finger.

“She doesn't have mayonnaise so she used honey instead.”

“Ha! Sweet potato salad!” I giggle and he takes a drag, breathing out slowly, sending a cloud of smoke directly into Sam’s face, “If you were higher, you'd appreciate our jokes more.”

“I don't think there's enough weed in this world to make me think your jokes are funny.”

“That’s harsh, Sammy. Here, have some more. Clearly, you have not imbibed enough.” Sam snatches it from Dean and wanders off, smoke billowing behind him. “Don’t smoke all of it, Jesus!”

“It’s alright, we’ve got more.” I go back to stirring the potato salad, reaching for the paprika.

I feel him walk up behind me, barely grazing my back as he leans over to see what I’m doing. “What was that earlier?”

“What was what?”

“You know, with Sam. The whole ‘you should know how to turn off a vibrator’ thing?”

I snort again, popping a potato into my mouth, “I think you know perfectly well what that was.”

He grabs my elbow and spins me around, “Yea, but what was that?”

I lick honey from my thumb as I look up at him, “Nothing. Sometimes I like to blow off steam.”

He groans quietly, pushing me against the counter, “You can’t say things like that when you’re licking honey off your fingers.”

“I can say whatever I want whenever I'm licking honey off anything I want,” I say with a wink. I lean closer, standing on my tiptoes so that my lips are almost grazing his. “You know what I think?”

“What?” he whispers, his hand resting gently on my lower back.

“You're jealous.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” he scoffs.

I turn back to the bowl of potato salad and grab some bowls and forks, “Omaha. Silk restraints. Magic fingers.” I look over my shoulder to find his normally tan face a bright shade of red. “One time deal, you said it yourself. ‘It'll be too weird, we were drunk.’ Do you remember saying that?”

“Well, yea-”

“Exactly. Sam and I have a casual, no strings attached arrangement. He doesn't think it's weird.”

“I'd bet he doesn't think it's casual and no strings attached.”

I roll my eyes and turn around, shoving the bowl at him, “Maybe not! But he doesn't think it's weird. And what we do is no stranger than you wearing my underwear and having me tie you up with silk ties.” He stares at me, his mouth open but silent. “I'm not high enough for this conversation. Can we please just go eat sweet potato salad and watch bad, made for TV movies?”

He nods, “Yea, sure.” He turns and walks out of the kitchen without another word.

I need more whiskey.

“What the hell did we just watch?”

“I think it was Sharknado 5.”

Dean tilts his head to look at Sam and I on the couch, “I hate both of you.”

“You didn't have to stay in here, you know.” I can feel Sam shift uncomfortably next to me and stifle a giggle. He frowns, knowing that I am taking great pleasure in teasing him.

“Yea, well, you seemed pretty sure we should all watch this movie.”

I shrug, “I thought you would enjoy it more. I mean, aren't you a fan of whatserface?”

“The blonde chick with the robot arm? Oh, hell no. Tara Reid lost her appeal after the first American Pie movie. Nope, gross. Although I will say, the Hoff being able to function after that cheeseburger video is pretty impressive.”

I let my hand creep up Sam’s leg and stop at his thigh. He clears his throat, “Well, I think it's time to, uh, go to bed.” He shifts, but stays seated, his obvious need to be somewhere else thwarted by his even more obvious reason as to why.

“Yea,” I agree, my hand slipping even further, gently palming him through his jeans, “it's time we go to bed I think.” I grab the whiskey bottle with my unoccupied hand and relinquish my hold on Sam as I stand up. “One for the road?”

Dean stands up and stretches, his shirt pulling up to show off a little span of tan skin and fine hair trailing from his belly button to just under the edge of his jeans. I can feel the heat crawling up my cheeks as I stare, and he chuckles.

“You done?”

I clear my throat, “Quite.” I hold out the bottle to him and he shakes his head.

“Nah, I think I'm gonna cut myself off this time. You okay to get to bed?”

I nod, “Yea, yea, I'm good. I am gooood.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Alright. G’night, guys.” He stumbles away, turning the corner and disappearing into the dark hallway.

“You are the worst.” I look over to see Sam stand up, the reason for his discomfort obvious as I stare at his bulge. I take a giant swig of whiskey, and sway a little as I look up at him.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I dunno, fondling me and then immediately checking out my brother is on the list, I think.” He steps closer, towering over me as he tries not to smile.

“You aren't mad?”

“Nah, I guess not. You aren't my girl, anyway.”

“I’m...I’m not?”

“I heard you talking to Dean. Just a casual way to blow off steam?”

I duck my head, “I...you...I'm sorry…”

He tucks his knuckle under my chin and forces me to look up at him, “I didn't say anything to tell you otherwise. No need to be sorry.” He drops his hand and it lands on my hip, his thumb rubbing the exposed skin between my tank top and the elastic band of my shorts. “You can do whatever you want, I just hope I'm allowed to be in on it every once in awhile.”

“Can we do whatever I want right now?”

Instead of answering, he dips down, his lips crushing mine as he pulls me into him. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and he practically crushes me in his arms. His tongue traces the crease of my lips, gently parting them so that we can explore each other. This isn't the first time this has happened, but something seems different. It's more desperate, like there's something more to lose if we go through with it this time.

“Sam…” his lips move down my neck, sucking and leaving marks as his hands move down to grasp my ass. His mouth moves back up, nipping at my earlobe, and I gasp as his voice, deep and rough from the alcohol, rumbles against my ear.

“Did you want to do something else?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

I press myself against his denim clad bulge, wiggling my hips and making him moan, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, my feet aren't on the floor anymore and I squeal, wrapping my arms around Sam’s neck and my legs around his waist as he strides quickly through the bunker. I take the opportunity and begin running my fingers through his hair, kissing along his neck and along his jaw. He stops suddenly, pushing me against the wall and holding me there, “If you don't stop, we aren't going to make it to my room.”

I grab the hem of my shirt, balancing against him as I pull it off and toss it to the floor. The look in his eyes changes; the playful glint is replaced with dark lust. His hand snakes between us, rubbing against my clothed mound as he kisses me again, all teeth and tongue and quiet moans.

“We should...we should go to your room now,” I manage to moan out, my hips thrusting to meet his hand.

“You mean, you don't want me to fuck you in the hallway? Afraid Dean might see?” I let out an involuntary whimper; the thought of Dean catching us is more appealing than worrisome. “Not afraid...you sound like you want him to catch me fucking you out in the open.” If my panties weren't wet before, they're absolutely soaked now.

He pulls back to look at me, his eyes narrowed as he contemplates what he wants to do. “I could eat you out right here, but if he caught us, maybe I'd have to share.” His hand slips up the leg of my shorts, and under the elastic of my underwear. I gasp as one of his thick digits pushes inside of me and he begins moving it slowly. “On the other hand, if the thought of that gets you so turned on-”

“Just take me to your room, Sam. Please…” my voice is barely above a whisper, but he smiles at how wrecked I sound. He isn't wrong; the last few times this happened, it was sweeter, gentler. I don't know if it's the alcohol or the weed, or a combination of the two, but this...I don't have words for this.

Then he starts walking, and it's then I realize that his hand is still in my shorts, and he's still pushing and pulling, in and out, every step he takes adding to the thrust of his hand. My arms wrap tightly around his neck and the thought occurs to me that not only is he strong enough to hold me up with one arm, he's also coordinated enough to keep fingering me while high and walking down the hallway. Add that to the list of things I didn't realize was such a turn on. A drawn out moan escapes me and he chuckles, a low, throaty laugh. “We aren't going to make it past Dean’s room if you do that.”

Then he stops, dead in the hallway. Fuck.

“What...what are you doing?” Dean’s door is closed, and Sam’s eyes are trained on it like a beacon. Without a word he turns so that my back is towards it. “Sam…”

He pulls his hand from my shorts, then rips them off in one fluid motion. I hear his belt clinking and can feel his knuckles brush against me as he undoes his pants, shimmying them down so he can kick them off. He pushes me against the door and the wood is rough against my bare back.

“I’m going to give you what you want.” I gasp as he nudges my entrance, “But you have to be quiet.”

“I don't think-”

“Oh, you will,” he practically growls as he pushes further into me, “because I don't think I'm ready to share just yet.”

I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he bottoms out, my eyes wide. He takes a deep breath, as if he's trying to control himself, then slowly begins to thrust again. He switches which arm is holding me up and puts his free hand on the door to steady himself. Just the sound of his heavy breathing is almost too much paired with his slow, dragging pace and I clutch at his shoulders, my head falling back against the door with a quiet thud. I flinch, but Sam doesn't seem to notice as he ducks his head down to kiss along my collarbone, nipping and sucking his way along my neck and up to my jaw.

His lips drag along the shell of my ear, his breath hot as he whispers, “Do you think Dean knows we’re out here?” He pulls out almost all the way, “Do you think he is picturing what you look like while I fuck you?” He punctuates his question by slamming back into me, pushing against the door so it doesn't rattle in the frame. I can't answer, afraid that if I do, I'll be too loud. “You aren't answering. Do you think he knows,” he pulls out again, “that I'm fucking you,” he slams back in, grunting quietly into my shoulder, “right against his door?”

I can feel the coil tightening, his motions and the picture he's painting pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “I...I don't...maybe…” I can't form a coherent sentence, not the way he’s dragging in and out of me, and my head drops forward, resting against the soft flannel shirt he's still wearing.

“If he does know, if he can hear us,” another deliciously slow thrust, “I'd bet he’s getting off to it. Imagining what you look like, how you bite your lip, how it feels to be surrounded by your warmth. I know I've thought about it more than once, spilling over my fist in the shower…”

That's all it took. The fire deep in my belly bursts into flame, consuming me as the coil snaps. My teeth sink into Sam’s shoulder, hoping that his shirt is thick enough to muffle the loud cry that is involuntarily leaving me. His thrusts quicken, but his hips start to stutter and I hold onto him, riding him through his own release as he groans out my name.

He pulls back and looks at me, sweat trickling down his temple and towards his neck, and smiles.

“You are the worst,” I giggle whisper, and he shrugs.

“You like it.” He starts walking towards his room and I start laughing.

“Sam, put me down! You're leaving my clothes!”

He keeps walking, his grip tighter so I can't wiggle free, “I'm not finished with you yet.” He kicks the door open to his room, then shuts it with his hip. “You can get your clothes later. You won't be needing them for awhile.”

I can't say I'm unhappy about this turn of events.

I wake up, my throat dry and my body aching for some sort of refreshment. I slide out from under Sam’s arm, and grab his shirt off the back of the chair where it had landed earlier. He groans and rolls over, and I stare at him for a moment, taking in his long form as it stretches the full length of the bed.

I sneak out and leave the door cracked behind me, then turn towards the kitchen. Before I can take a step, a hand covers my mouth and I end up pressed against the wall. I have somehow managed to forget everything I know about self defense in my half asleep state, and only manage to weakly slap at the arm holding me against the wall.

“Shh, it's me!” The hand disappears from my mouth, and I glare at my would be assailant.

“Dean, what the hell?!” I give him a playful shove and he grins, his moss green eyes glinting in the low light of the hall.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask the same of you! I’m thirsty, I'm getting a drink.”

He shrugs, “I’m hungry, thought I'd get a snack.”

“Oh, well, then we can go together.” Suddenly, he's standing far too close, and I realize how little clothing I'm wearing.

“Not exactly the kind of snack I was thinking about.”

“W-w-what do you mean?”

He takes another step, and his body presses against mine, “I think you know exactly what I mean.” He fingers the buttons on Sam’s shirt, his eyes roving from my face to where it's hanging open down to the third button. “You expect to just fuck right outside my door and not expect consequences? Seriously?”

“We thought you were asleep!”  I rush out, panicked.

“I'm gonna stop you right there. Sammy knew damn well I wasn't asleep, and, even if I was, do you really think you were being that quiet?” His hand slips under the soft fabric and he squeezes my breast, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I could hear every little moan and whimper that was coming out of you. Not like I haven't before, but knowing you were just on the other side of that door…” he trails off and brings his gaze back up to meet mine.

“Listen-”

“I get it, you and Sam. I'm not blind, I can tell. But I also know neither of you have done anything about it, and I owe Sammy some payback.” He leans down and wraps his lips around my nipple and I can't help but groan; his tongue is sinful, and he hasn't even done anything yet. His tongue swirls around the pebbled skin, and I can feel goosebumps run down my arms and legs. He lets go with a quiet pop, and puts his forehead against mine. “You've gotta be quiet, that's the rules.”

“Then how’s Sam gonna know?” I draw a sharp breath as Dean’s hand wanders under the hem of my shirt, his fingertips brushing along my wet entrance like a feather.

“Oh, he’ll know.” His fingers move up and down, the rough pads gentle against my sensitive skin. With each pass, they move a little deeper, but then he pulls back, his thumb barely grazing my clit as he plays, his forehead still pressed against mine.

“Dean…” We shouldn't do it...but he's right. And honestly, the way his fingers feel against me right now, common sense isn't playing a part. “Please…” He slips one finger inside, curling and twisting it while he pushes in and out, and suddenly his mouth is on mine, swallowing the moan I can't hold back.

He tastes like whiskey, and his five o’clock shadow is rough against my face. It's one of those delicious burns, and I open my mouth for him, our tongues meeting as he explores. It's different than kissing Sam, almost softer, but there's a hidden edge I can't quite put my finger on. I nip at his bottom lip, and it's his turn to groan into me. He pulls away and smirks, then drops to his knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

He raises a brow as he looks up at me, “Do I really need to answer that question?” Both hands are under my shirt now, and he pushes my legs further apart. He ducks under my shirt, and I cry out as his tongue drags along my folds, working in tandem with his fingers as he adds another one. “I said,” he mutters against me, sending vibrations to my core, “you've gotta be quiet.”

I drop my head back against the wall, my chest heaving. He laps at me, making happy little grunting sounds as he moves. I can already feel the warmth building in my belly, and I bury my fingers in Dean’s hair. “I'm not gonna last much longer, Dean,” I whimper. He lifts one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder, and the change of angle nearly pushes me over right then. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers pistoning in and out, and then suddenly the world goes black. He doesn't stop, and I tighten my grip on his hair, riding his face as a second orgasm rips through me.

I finally relinquish my hold on him and he drops my leg, standing up so that he's still up against me. I'm pretty sure it's the only reason I'm able to still be upright.

“You alright?”

I nod weakly, “I would say I'm more than alright.”

“Good.” He backs up and I walk to Sam’s door.

“So you're okay with-” my thought is interrupted when I see Sam, sitting up in bed, the blankets pooled around his waist. “Sam? Did you hear…?”

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and his muscles ripple down his back as he shifts. He stands up, and it's very obvious that he heard us. “What do you think?” He walks closer to me, seemingly oblivious to Dean standing right behind me, “One Winchester not enough?”

“Listen, man, it's my fault. It wasn't her idea-”

Sam’s gaze shifts from me to Dean, and the older Winchester, in a surprising turn of events, stops talking. “It's alright, if that's what she wants…” He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the buttons like Dean’s had done only moments before, “Is that what you want? Both of us?”

What is happening? “I...I don't know…” My mind may not know the answer, but my dripping cunt does. I squeeze my legs together, trying to find some sort of friction, and Sam notices the movement.

“I think you do know.” He fingers the buttons some more, as if contemplating what he should do with this information, then slowly begins to pop them open. He slides the shirt apart enough so that just a small part of my breasts peek through, and my mind is racing. The look on his face, the slow, calculated movements...it's Sam, but it's not, and for some reason it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

He looks back to Dean, his expression softer than earlier, and, though I can't see his brother’s face, I know they're doing that silent conversation thing reserved only for those close enough to understand it. He nods, then looks back at me, the corner of his mouth turned up. His hand traces up the edge of the shirt, his fingers slipping under it at the shoulder. He carefully slides it off, pushing it down my arm, and his other hand repeats the motion on the other side. The shirt slips off and hits the floor, and he takes another step towards me. I can feel his arousal pressing against my stomach.

Suddenly, his lips are on mine, desperate and hot. There's no gentle exploration this time; his tongue pushes its way against mine hungrily, and his large hands grip my bare ass, pulling me roughly into him. He bites at my lip, pulling gently before letting go and traveling lower, planting sloppy kisses along my jaw and down my throat. He spins me around so that my back is against him, one of his hands roughly cupping a breast while the other travels between my legs, spreading me apart as Dean watches.

“You're already so wet, Y/N...wet, and warm, and tight.” Dean gives a strangled groan as we lock eyes and Sam plunges inside of me, two fingers moving in and out as his thumb rubs my clit. “What do you think? Should we let Dean in on this, too? Say the word, and we won't. It's up to you.”

I can't think, not with his rough fingers dragging in and out, and the obscene noises they’re making as he continues his ministrations. “Y-yes…” my wrecked voice is quiet, but they both hear me. Sam walks backwards with me as Dean follows, needlessly shutting the door behind him.

He turns so that I'm facing the bed and he pulls himself free. I look over my shoulder in time to see him lick his fingers clean, slowly and deliberately, and my mouth drops open; this is a Sam I've never seen, and I can't say I wouldn't like to see him again.

He steps out of my line of sight, and I feel a different set of hands running down my back, gripping my hips before traveling to the globes of my ass. He turns me to face him and Dean’s eyes are dark with lust. “How do you feel about me going first, sweetheart?”

I finally find my voice as I grab his belt buckle, “I think you're wearing too many clothes.” I make quick work of it, and, as he shimmies his jeans down his legs, pulling his boxers with them, it seems like everything is going in slow motion. This is going to change things, major things, and I'm left wondering if any of us are ready for it. Then Dean is pulling off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and suddenly the moment is over and I feel everything ten fold.

Dean gives me a gentle push backwards and the backs of my legs hit the bed. I plop gently onto it and shimmy backwards as he stalks towards me, like I'm some kind of prey. He grabs my ankles, smooths his hands up my calves and up to my knees, then pulls my legs apart. His fingers trail up my thighs, brush past my aching core, and move up to hips as he positions himself between my open legs.

“I think it's time we get to the main show, don't you?” he asks with a smile, and I can feel him, hot and heavy, against the inside of my thigh. He reaches down and strokes himself a couple of times, then slowly eases in.

I gasp, and, though he's not quite as big as Sam, it's still enough to burn as I adjust to his size. “Oh...Dean…”

Despite being filled by Dean, I still can't help but wonder where Sam is. I roll my head to the side and find him sitting in his desk chair, legs sprawled and dick in hand as he watches, his eyes narrowed as he focuses on me. Dean starts to move, slow but deep thrusts that pull my attention back to him. “How's that feel, huh? Feel good?”

“Mmhmm...so good.” He looks down at me, his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves, and I would give him anything in that moment. Absolutely anything. I grab the backs of my thighs and pull my knees closer to my chest, and he goes even deeper.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you're gonna kill me…” he moves my hands out of the way, replacing them with his own, and pushes, spreading my legs further apart as he bears down.

I roll my head again to look at Sam and see that he's mesmerized by the way my tits are bouncing, stroking himself in time to every move. I reach up and start plucking at my nipple, grabbing a fistful of tit as I roll my stiff bud between my fingers. When he finally looks up and meets my eye, a look is all it takes.

He quickly moves from the chair to the bed, kneeling on the floor by my head. Despite his roughness earlier, he smooths the hair from my face, kissing me deeply and swallowing the moans coming out of me as Dean continues to thrust, then moves down and captures my nipple in his mouth.

“Sam...fuck…” He bites gently, flicking his tongue in time with Dean, while still stroking himself. “Dean...I need...can you…” I can't form a coherent sentence, not with both of them touching me, but he seems to understand.

“Flip over, sweetheart,” he pulls out and lets my legs drop, and I roll over onto my belly. He grabs my hips and yanks my ass up, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Dean, please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, and quit teasing.”

He laughs, and I nearly come the moment he slams back into me. He's not as gentle this time around, picking up speed as he nears his own climax. I look at Sam and lick my lips, and he understands immediately what I want. He stands up, dick eye level, and I wrap my lips around him. Each thrust Dean gives causes my mouth to go further down his shaft, and he groans when he feels himself hit the back of my throat.

He grabs a handful of hair and begins practically fucking my face, and for a moment all you can hear is the pornographic sounds of skin slapping skin, muffled moans, and the wet sucking of my cunt swallowing Dean’s dick.

“I'm gonna come, Y/N,” Dean grinds out, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer. Sam pulls away from my mouth and steps back, and I look over my shoulder at him. “Come with me, I wanna feel it.” He reaches around and starts rubbing my clit, and I start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own.

“I'm so close, Dean, please...don't stop…” He slams into me two more times and I'm done for. I come, hard, and Dean grabs my hair as he spills inside of me, growling and cursing under his breath. He pulls out slowly, and I collapse onto the bed, unable to hold myself up anymore.

I feel the bed shift as Dean stands up, and then again when Sam slides in next to me. I open my eyes to see him looking at me, his hazel eyes like sunflowers. I smile and he tilts his head.

“What?”

I shrug, “Just...you have really pretty eyes.”

Sam smiles back, a genuine smile that I rarely get to see, “I think we've sexed you into madness.”

I shake my head, “Not possible. I've still got at least one more in me.”

His hand slides across my thigh, and he dips a finger along my folds. “As wet as you are, I'm not sure there's enough friction for you to even enjoy it,” he says with a laugh, pressing his thumb to my clit.

I arch my back and close my eyes as his thumb makes lazy circles, “You'd be surprised.”

He props himself up on his elbow, looking down as his hand teases my entrance, a finger dipping in and back out, tickling my clit and moving down. I open my eyes to see Dean walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Uh, well, I thought my part here was done, so I was just gonna go back to my room.”

“I want you to watch.”

“What?”

I wiggle my hips against Sam’s hand and sigh, “You heard me.”

“Okay, then.” He moves to the seat Sam was just occupying and sits down. Sam settles in on the other side of me so I can see Dean and continues what he was doing. Dean watches with hooded eyes, and I roll my head so that I can see him better. Despite just getting off, he's already half hard again.

Sam slips a finger inside me, and I groan, never losing eye contact with Dean. His cock twitches and I can tell he wants to touch himself. I nod, and his hand wraps around his dick. Sam adds another finger and I can't concentrate on Dean, all I can feel are his two large digits pumping in and out of my wet cunt.

“Sam, that feels so good,” I mewl, breath catching at how full I feel. “Lay on your back.”

“You sure?”

I nod, and he rolls over so that he's laying on his back instead of his side. I reach down and stroke him, though he doesn't need much help at this point. I plant a knee on either side of him, then line him up and sink down. I take a minute to adjust to his size.

“Oh my God, Y/N. You feel so fucking good.”

I laugh as I begin to rock back and forth, “We just did it a little bit ago!”

“I don't think I'm ever going to get used to how amazing you feel. Fuck…” I add some bounce to my gyrations, and glance at Dean, who is watching my every move as he strokes himself. Sam's hands grip my hips and I know there will be bruises in the morning; in all honesty, I kind of hope there are.

“Shit...Sam, I need more, please.”

He plants his feet on the mattress and begins fucking into me as hard as he can. I lean back on my palms, aching for a final release. Dean is watching me hungrily, his eyes on my tits as the bounce with each thrust. Must be a Winchester thing.

“C’mere, Dean,” I pant out as Sam’s thumb finds my clit again. “You're almost there, aren't you?”

“Fuck...yea…” he walks over to stand next to me, and I suck him into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his head as Sam pounds into me. Dean buries his hand in my hair, grips it as I move, and it's like Sam can't stand the thought of sharing me. He moves faster, lifting me almost off his cock before slamming me back down on it. I add a hand to work with my mouth and Dean cries out, a strangled moan as he comes in my mouth, hot and thick. “Holy shit.” His voice is wrecked, but I don't have time to respond. The build up I've been feeling finally hits the edge of the cliff and I'm about to fall off of it.

“Sam, I'm so close…ohhh, I'm going to...I'm coming, Sam!” My legs tighten against him and I clench around him as he also comes, milking him of every last drop. After the high of it wears off, I roll off of Sam, sighing at the sudden emptiness of him pulling out. He puts his arms around me, and though he's like a furnace, I can't help but hold onto him.

Dean sits on the edge of the bed, “Well...that just happened.”

I smile sleepily, nuzzling into Sam’s side, “Yea, it sure did.”

“Are you okay?”

I nod, “I'm not sure my legs work anymore, but who needs legs?” Both of them laugh, and it gives me hope that tomorrow won't be weird.

“We can always carry you around.”

“Mmmhmm…”

And then I'm asleep, lulled into sweet dreams against Sam’s solid form and the sound of the two brothers quietly talking.

I wake up to Sam’s large body curled around mine, his hand cupping my breast gently as he sleeps. I smile, happy to wake up with him beside me, then look around to find the room is empty besides us; Dean is gone. I carefully slip out of Sam’s grasp, and take a shirt from his dresser. As I'm slipping it on, I trip over one of his boots and hit the floor. I curse under my breath and wait for him to ask if I'm okay, but he is still passed out. Surprising, for a hunter, but after last night, not unexpected. I gather myself and limp out of the room, making a mental note to make a place just for shoes.

The bunker is quiet, and the kitchen is empty when I get to it. I shuffle around, regretting not wearing my fuzzy slippers, and put the coffee on. I pull out the toaster and toss a couple of pieces of bread in, then lean against the counter and wait for both things to finish.

“I smell coffee.” I look up to see Dean in the doorway, hair sticking every which way and eyes half closed.

“You do. Do you want toast to go with it?”

“Pie. I want pie.”

I laugh and nod my head towards the fridge, “There's still some apple in there, have at it.” He makes a happy grunt and detours towards the fridge. I pour a cup of coffee for both of us, butter my toast, and move over to the table to eat. Dean sits down in front of me and proceeds to eat the pie straight from the pan.

“Dean, listen-”

“I know, I should have gotten a plate, but I'm hungry and it's my turn to do the dishes so I don't really want to-”

“No, that's fine, I don't…I don't care about that. I meant about last night.”

“Oh. Yea, right.”

“It was great.”

“Yea, it was.”

“But…” I stir my coffee again, staring at the way the creamer swirls in the darkness of the bitter liquid, “it can't…we can't do that again.”

“Mmm.”

“It's just, it’s Sam, Dean. It's always been Sam. And I love you, I do, and you are good, but it just...it can't happen, okay?”

He sits quietly for a moment, and the euphoria I felt last night is gone. It should have never happened; the major change is coming right now. Not later, now, and I'm not ready for it. Then he looks up and smiles.

“I know it's Sammy. You two have been dancing around it for ages. I get it. Can't say I regret last night, but I understand.” He picks my hand off the table and brings it to his lips, kissing the top of it gently, “You're an amazing woman, and you and Sam...shit, you guys are perfect. I also can't say I'm not a little jealous, but I'll get over it. You deserve each other, you know?”

We’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Sam is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching as Dean drops my hand like it's burnt him.

“I, uh...I gotta go.” He stands up to leave then grabs the plate of pie, “I'm just going to take this with me. And then it's my turn to do dishes and laundry so, uhhh, if you need me, I'll be doing chores. For the rest of my life.” He disappears around the corner and Sam walks over to the coffee pot.

“Sam…”

“What?” He pours a cup of coffee, then leans against the counter as he drinks it.

“About last night-”

“Yea, I get it. Can't happen again. It's fine.”

“Sure, but that's not exactly what I was going to say.”

He sits his mug down a little too forcefully, then crosses his arms across his chest, “Listen, it's fine. When I woke up and you were gone, I knew. I'm not surprised that Dean got the girl, I just figured after last night-”

“Are you jealous?” I ask with a nervous laugh, and he frowns.

“You aren't my girl, so there's not really any reason to be jealous, right?”

I stand up from the table and walk up to him, putting my hands on his crossed arms. “What if I want to be your girl, though?”

His expression softens, “Do you?”

“Of course! I told Dean that as much fun as last night was, you are the one I want to be with. I love Dean, but not like that. You're the one I want to be with.”

“Really?”

I nod, “Really.”

He pulls me into him, wrapping himself around me and I sigh happily. He kisses the top of my head, and I smile up at him.

Maybe this isn't going to be so complicated after all.

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Chapter 29: You Better Watch Out, You Better Watch Out, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!

Weeks pass and nobody really notices just how close Shinso and I are growing close, which is a good thing because things school wise are getting serious.

-Comm and Strats class, Saturday at an undisclosed training ground-

“Hey Palma-san” Mina asks me curiously “did you get a uniform redesign? I don’t remember your boots going up your calves.”

“Hm? OH yea I did” I was confused at first but I laughed it off “I tested the limits of my getup with a stamina test a while back and when I banged up my legs plus ripped the jumpsuit,” I gave a quick twirl to show everyone in the girls locker room “they redesigned everything to accommodate my extremes while carrying all my weaponry.”

“I love the sleeker design!” Momo commented “it makes your butt look really good instead of that poofy, diaper design.”

“Right! I was really happy that they rid me of diaper ass” I responded as I put my visor on “now we better get going before Tenya blows that stupid whistle.”

Everyone in our class gathered to the meeting spot to await instructions, Aizawa walks in with the look of stress in his eyes.

“Alright class, we have special training in store” he clicks his pen “objective is to go in groups of 3 to the keypoint, all 3 have unique keys to unlock the machine. So all 3 of you have to somehow work together to get the keys at the endpoint.” He scans the class “any questions?”

“Yes I have a question” I raise my hand “whats the catch?”

“Oh you caught me Miss Palma” Aizawa smiles “there’s a team of snipers in training all around the area that fire at will, though not lethal, it will hurt and once hit” he makes a hand gesture “that person is out of the race.”

That really up’d the stakes and strategies were made. We lined up to get into our groups, each of us were given a number and we’re supposed to team up with those with the same number. “Oh geez” I groaned as I saw Iida and Kirishima on my team “you two? I’d rather get a bullet in my butthole.”

“Aww don’t be like that Miss Agent” Kirishima puts his arm around me and Iida “we’re the top dogs of the class! And together we’ll succeed, it’ll be manly as hell!”

“Yes, well, he has a point Ita” Iida says as he fixes his glasses “you’re our biggest asset because of strategy, I’m the agility and Kirishima is the defense.”

“I guess” I sigh as I get handed my key “just please, if I say to take cover, do it for the love of Ru Paul Charles because you can’t escape a hail of projectiles.”

“Will do!” the two boys affirm with me. We get released into the area and I get on high alert because I doubt that the others will survive snipers, regardless of how good they are. “Ita let me carry you across the-”

“I can do it myself thank you Tenya” I say confidently as I walk across the log bridge first “all clear, watch out for moss.”

“Why do you do that Iida-kun?” asked Kirishima as they crossed “she said to not waste our energy on that unless we got injured.”

“I know but” he sighs “it’s like she’s been avoiding me and I just want to help her out as much as possible” he jumped down once he reached the other side “I’m trying to alleviate the stress.”

“She doesn’t need much help” Kirishima said as he followed behind “look at her leadership and confidence, it’s a lot better than when we first met her” he puts his hand on Iida’s shoulder “maybe lay off her? I know you like her but I don’t think this is the right place to-”

“SHHHH! guys” she demanded as she grouched down on the ground “we’re in the last leg of the race, high probability of getting shot now” she turns to the other two “Tenya, put your face plate down and Kirishima, activate your quirk on full body hardening” she puts her visor down “lets not risk ourselves by giving them any type of opening.”

“What makes you so sure?” asked Iida.

“Look, down here” they look where she pointed “tranquilizer darts, one will paralyze you, two will sedate you, three of them and it’s bedtime” she stands up “this whole area is littered with them, proceed with caution.” We pick up speed as we moved toward the goal, passing some paralyzed classmates.

“Sheesh they got Midoriya” Kirishima cringed as we passed Midoriya’s paralyzed body on a large rock.

“It hurts! They shot me on my butt” whimpered Midoriya “please save yourselves! Everyone else in my team and Kacchan’s team are down for the count.”

“SHUT UP YOU DAMN DEKU! I’M NOT OUT YET!” yelled Bakugo from a distance, crawling like he was paralyzed from the waist down.

“BAKUGO! I’ll help you up man” Kirishima ran toward Bakugo, defenses down.

“KIRISHIMA NO!” I yelled chasing after him, but he was faster “leave him be! it’s a-” suddenly the whistle of multiple fast moving objects pierced the air “TAKE COVER!” I managed to duck in time and hover a large enough piece of debris to shelter Kirishima and Bakugo from the hail of darts. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” I said once the hail stopped “you’re lucky I caught on to the situation!” I put the debris on the side “why the hell do they have 2 top students still able to talk? To distract us and try to paralyze us too!”

“Oh, my bad hehe” Kirishima said as he picked up Bakugo “what should we do then? If we can’t take them with us?”

“The best thing is to put them in shelter so they can’t get shot at again until they get rescued.”

“FUCK YOU I DON’T NEED RESCUING!”

“Shut up! How the hell are you going to make it to the key point without the other 2 keys of your group?!” I scolded “you’re both 2 more shots away from lights out! If this was out in the real world, you’d be dead in one shot” Kirishima and Iida bring the two in a sheltered space between some rocks and a fallen log “now stay put until the rescue group comes for you!” I turn to the other two “Kirishima, reactivate full body hardening and Tenya, please keep your helmet on! No more distractions, we need to keep moving!”

“But what if we find more of our fallen classmates?” Iida argued back “are we just to leave them to get shot again?!”

“The most we can do is move them to some shelter and tell them to stay put” I turn and point to the goal “we might be the last ones to the goal, lets get a move on.”

“But that’s not fair! We must help them in more than just-”

“I said lets get a move on Tenya” I firmly stated without looking back “we aren’t the rescue team and I don’t have the capacity to deal with your un-necessary heroics!”

Iida was about to open his mouth to retort back but Kirishima stopped him “Hey okay thats enough Iida-kun, she’s right, we have to keep going.”

“Fine” Iida sighed in defeat as they caught up to her. Not 5 minutes later, another hail of darts rains down but this time Iida thought covering me with his body was a good idea.

“What is wrong with you?!” I yelped as I fought myself out of his grip “do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself and me in?!”

“How? My uniform is made of light amor and we’re okay!” He chops to drive his point, dropping me and knocking my visor off center.

“Not all of your uniform! Kirishima can get away with doing that but not you” I was getting to my limit of stupidity “thanks for the save but that was risky and counter intuitive if it went wrong” I dusted myself off “now, we’re wasting time, on to-” I was cut off by the sound of a dart piercing my thigh “fuck they got me” I felt my legs give out and fell “please, just leave me here and keep going”

“NO I CAN’T!” Iida yelled as he lunged forward to help me up but Kirishima stopped him “we can’t leave you behind!”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR DAMN LIFE!” I yelled to make him shut up “take my key, nothing says that you can’t take my key for me.” I took the key out of my breast pocket and get shot on the shoulder “-nrgh! please, keep moving and don’t look back” my hand goes limp in his hand “I’ll get scooped up later, go! quickly!”

“Iida-kun lets go!” Kirishima starts panicking “they’ve been targeting her this whole time.”

“Right, we’re off” he squeezed my hand “I’ll see you later.”

“LEAVE!” 

They run off and barely made it to the keypoint, as her prediction, their team was the last team to make it to the keypoint if not already defeated.

“Good job on finally listening to Miss Palma’s advice” Aizawa said as he scribbled on his clipboard “kinda dropped the ball there when she got shot though.”

“Will she be-”

“She’s getting transported here as we speak.” Aizawa assured them, then a portal appeared with other agents carrying in paralyzed classmates.

“No way, our own agents were the snipers?” Kirishima said in awe “did Palma-san know?”

“Nope, but that’s what makes the training that much more realistic.” Aizawa chuckled as he accounted everyone.

“...our fallen Queen herself, number 19″ Mimi announced as she walked out of the portal with Ita in her arms “make room for the Queen!”

All the hero class saw as the agents move and kneel as Mimi walked through. Jin then walks behind with a touch pad “Okay and that’s everyone that needed rescuing, good job class 1A and B! Class 2A will compile your individual stats and comments for Monday’s review session.”

“Wait, the snipers were first years?” Kaminari blurted as he was getting set down on the bench “and we were just free game to shoot at?”

“Well, you needed the situational training” Hansai explained as he typed on his touch pad “and the 1st years needed practice, so the school allowed us to do combination training” he tucked his touch pad under his arm “cool huh?”

“Not that cool when you’re the one that got shot anyways” I spoke up from Mimi’s arms, swaddled like a baby “but it was kinda cool what you did when you let the top students suffer to distract the others to ambush.”

“Thanks number 19!” chimed a 1st year in a football helmet “those lessons with number 20 really helped.”

“You did good!” I said as Mimi got my limp arm to pat the top of the 1st year’s helmet “keep it up and the showcase will be amazing.”

“Oh right, it’s almost that time of year again” Sero stopped his sip of water “can’t believe it’s been a year since the dance and meeting your family Palma-san.”

“You’ve all met her family?” Shinso whispered in response, confused as to how.

“Yeah, Palma-san’s family showed up to her showcase” Iida explained “it’s like their sports festival because they also get scouted for internships at major branches.”

“Interesting, wish I could’ve met them” he said as he turned to make eye contact with me “bet they’re just a lovely as Palma-san.”

“Her sister is kinda scary, not gonna lie” Mineta whimpered “and her mom is something else! We all saw her level her children with one look, not even sensei could do that.”

“Yes, that woman is quite the powerhouse” Aizawa recalls that day “Mr. Palma is a lucky and brave man to tame and love her.”

“It runs in the family” I giggled and it made everyone else laugh too.

-Later that night, on the roof of the hero dorms-

“Did I ever tell you that you’re the only person at the school that doesn’t annoy me?” Shinso tried to be suave but it was apparent that the affects of the weed were hitting him hard.

“No but I would’ve assumed” I said before taking a hit “you don’t associate with everyone else like you do with me.” 

“Nah, it’s because you’re cool” the raspiness of his voice was pleasant to listen to “I can’t think of anyone that’s cool enough to have what we have.”

“Oh yea?” I got bold and made the ‘come hither’ motion “then why are you sitting across from me when you could be on top of me?” Shinso froze in place like he was in disbelief, I get out a breathy laugh “what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“You don’t play fair kitty” Shinso starts crawling toward me “I’m nearly faded and you hit me with your flirty words” his hand runs up my leg “not that I don’t mind, I wanna play pretty kitty.”

“Play with me then” I say as I unbutton my loose fit flannel to invite his touch “I’ve been needy of your petting.” It makes me feel powerful that I have these boys that I get intimate on different levels with and with no strings attached. Shinso put it upon himself to be somebody I get high and touchy-feely with and it’s been great since I haven’t had much attention from Monoma lately. Still, I’m catching feelings for Shinso like dry grass to an ember. He’s honestly convincing me that there’s a such thing as soulmates.

“Mhmm, kitty” he moaned as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear “I love it when you come braless” he gently fondles my breast from under my spaghetti strap shirt “you leave little to the imagination, it leaves me inspired when I’m touching myself.”

“You imagine me?” I found that a little hard to believe but he nodded yes.

“Yeah, I think about you” he pulls my flannel slightly off my shoulders “just like this, with smoke lingering in the air and you’re laying pretty on my bed as you draw me in with your eyes” his voice turns heavy and damp with every word in my ear, it quickens my heartbeat “you might not believe it but you’re sexy, being allowed to touch your body makes it that much more...delicious.” He slides his hands in opposite directions on my body, one toward my shoulder and one on my hip bone. The moonlight beamed to show my partly exposed body clearly, at first I was hot and lustful but then his smile disappeared as he gazed down at my upper naval. Then I remembered about my scar, fuck.

“Umm hehe” I slowly pulled down my shirt “at least take me to dinner first before you lift my shirt Hitoshi.”

“What happened here?” he put his hand on my scar, preventing me from covering up “does this have to do with you being sent here?” I nod in response, diverting my gaze from his. But without being asked, he pulled my shirt back down and fixed my flannel back on my shoulders “I’m sorry I did that, I shouldn’t have gone so far with my touching.”

“You did nothing wrong” I responded “I forget time to time that I even have that scar” I look at him and he’s struggling to find the right words to say “but I have to say” I leaned into his ear “you really turned me on.”

He perked up “Really? I mean urm” he cleared his throat to not sound too excited “yeah but you know I did go too far tonight” his face read remorse “maybe on a night where it’s colder and we can take things to my dorm.”

“Ooooh look at you” I said playfully “all suave and shit” I giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek “you’re such a gentleman.” I rested my head on his shoulder and he put his chin on my head in response. Rest of the night we sat together and watched the city lights until the sun came up. We didn’t need to say anything to understand that we didn’t need to talk about my past if I didn’t feel ready to share. And it brought ease of mind, something I haven’t felt with someone in so long...maybe Shinso really is the one.

-Fast forward 2 weeks, off site training with the hero class, Saturday-

“Okay everyone, are your earpieces in?” I asked the class “if they’re in, click the tiny button on the earpiece to send out a ding to me.” I await the dings on the touch pad and give the thumbs up to Aizawa “all earpieces ready, awaiting your instruction sensei.”

“Very good Miss Palma” Aizawa praised before starting the training “as you know, today’s training will need all of your efforts” he gestures toward Palma “Miss Agent here will be your communication hub director, listen to her instruction as she’ll be monitoring your vitals and movement across the area. If you don’t comply with her requests, it’s automatic failure for this training.” He scans the room “any questions?”

“If we need assistance, will we need to contact her first or one of our classmates, kero?” asked Asui.

“Depends, if there’s someone nearby, ask them but otherwise contact her and they’ll send over help.” Aizawa clarified “now go off to the area and await her command.”

I sit at my hub chair, excited to be the one commanding “Howdy yall! Now, first task is to find and retrieve a pink sticky note, on those notes are another instruction to follow.”

“YES MA’AM!” they chant in unison before scattering. They find their next task and start doing them with little interference by me. Almost half an hour into the task, we hit a snag. I notice that Bakugo is wandering a little too far.

“Hub to Bakugo, you’re wandering too far, head back.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” responded Bakugo.

“Bakugo! Just come back, it’s just a-” Ojiro started to say but got cut off.

“NO! I saw something strange over here!” Bakugo snarled back.

“Don’t get closer, I’ll take a look on the cameras” I warned as I zoomed in to the area where Bakugo was heading. There was something or someone coming in toward everyone but still at a distance as all the buildings and city obstacles stood in the way of seeing who’s where. “What the hell is that?” I whispered to myself as I enhanced the footage, to my worse fears, it was the League of Villains. “Oh fuck no” I said to myself in a slight panic “No-nonono nope!” I hit the communicate to all button on my dashboard “ATTENTION ALL HERO CLASS A! PLEASE REPORT BACK TO THE HUB IMMEDIATELY! CODE RED”

“Code Red? Isn’t that danger within the vicinity?” Uraraka turns to Momo “wonder what they found?”

“Lets hurry back, I don’t like the tone Palma-san spoke in” Sato said worriedly as he picked up the pace back to the hub.

“Kirishima to Bakugo, please come back bro” Kirishima called out on the earpiece as he ran to the hub “don’t argue with me on this.”

“Fuck what she had to say!” Bakugo responded “I’m going to see what this danger is, don’t convince me otherwise.”

The map panel flashed =K.Bakugo has gone offline= “Fucker turned off his earpiece!” I screamed as I took my headpiece off to find Aizawa. “SENSEI!”

“Yes, I got the message what is going on?” he rushed over as I swung open the door.

“It’s the League of Villains, they’ve infiltrated the grounds!” I panted “worst of all, Bakugo turned off his earpiece just after disobeying my request to not get closer and retreat.”

“Fuck, the bastards really tried it this time” he said to himself, he turned to me “what’s the next course of action? We can’t get the other heroes out here in time.”

“I’m going in sensei” I zipped my jumpsuit all the way up “I’m going to retrieve Bakugo before anything else happens” I look at the main floor where everyone was running in “I need you to keep everyone calm and level headed, I don’t want another repeat of the first Bakugo rescue mission.”

“Right! Thank you for keeping things together, be careful” he assured me before doing a head count on everyone. I go back to the dashboard and see that Bakugo managed to hurt himself and nearly gave away his position to the villains. This made things way more difficult, so I contacted Jin to portal over the Pros to our location ASAP as I was about to go do a rescue. As I pry off the UA buckle off my holsters and grab my visor, Iida runs in the communications panel room.

“Ita! Are you okay? What’s going on?!” 

“Please go back with the others Tenya” I put my visor on “I’m going to take care of things.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” he pleaded but I refuse to answer “ANSWER ME!”

“Please go back to the others Tenya” I stopped asking politely, my tone was demanding “don’t disobey me.”

“Why don’t you trust me?!” he blocked my path “So you’re going to go take care of the danger out there?! What’s out there? And why can’t I go with you?!”

He grips my arms as I tried to push my way past him “Let go Tenya!” I struggled to break free “I have a job to do and you’re in my way!” he grips tighter “when will it click in that thick skull of yours that I don’t need your heroics!”

“Because you’re important and I promised I was going to protect you!” he cried out with pain in his eyes. His words echoed and melded with the ones said by the boyfriend I had at the time of the incident “...I don’t want to lose you.”

I sigh and relaxed my body, in turn, he loosened his grip “I’m sorry” I meekly said as I hugged him and he hugged back “sorry for what I’m about to do” I teleported us to the main floor where I handcuffed him to a steel railing “Fell for the oldest trick in the book.” I scan the room and lock eyes with Shinso “Hitoshi! Come with me.”

“Why me?” he questioned me as he was doubting his ability to help me.

“I need your ability to help me halt the problem” I held my hand out “please, won’t you help me? You’re the only one I trust with this.” He took my hand and we ran out to the training area. “Okay so lets building hop and I’ll explain” we climbed up and I start going off on the situation.

“Oh fuck, what do you need me to do?” Shinso asked as he was now also shaken up.

“I need you to brainwash them in place until the pros arrive” I track Bakugo’s vital pings on my visor’s digital panel “I’ll go down there, distract them enough to seem like a hero was already on the premise, thats when you impersonate All Might to get them to answer your question for the brainwash, I get Bakugo then we all teleport back in one piece.” I lower my volume as we approach the area “Okay, I’ll be floating down now.” I switch on my voice changer to do my Black Phantom gig.

“You sure this is the grounds Shiggy?” Toga huffed as she twirled her knife “I wanna stabby stab!”

“Will you shut up Toga!” Spinner yelled “I can’t fucking stand you or fire edge-lord over here!”

“Excuse me for being paranoid!” Dabi responded bitterly “I don’t want to encounter that Phantom person” he shivered in fear “they’re so intimidating and just edges me with fear of them killing me.”

“I doubt they’ll be here” Toga sat on a crate “this is a school owned ground, they couldn’t possibly-” just then the knife in her hand started to move on it’s own just like the last time “fuck! let go of my knifey!”

“AH! It’s them! I know it’s them!” Dabi screamed in fear “see what you did Toga?! You jinked it again.”

“Oh what’s this?” I come out of the shadows “my! it’s you again my raven haired beauty~” I turn to see the other villains “and these other bitches, didn’t I tell you to get out of my turf Hand Man?!”

“This isn’t your turf! What are YOU doing in this school owned training ground?!” Shigaraki questioned “mighty suspicious to find you here.”

“Oh you caught me! I got some intel from one of your own” I let out a maniacal giggle “you’re here for those twinks aren’t you?!” I pull out my gun “well that aggressive one has a bounty bigger than my ass for him alive” I cock my gun “so do me a favor a fuck off before we all get caught by the pros.”

“Okay which one of you told them about the plan?!” Shigaraki turned to his group with his hands on his hips.

“Its the one that laid the pipe down really good one me 2 nights ago” I moaned to buy more time for Shinso “don’t worry baby, I’m not gonna shoot you, I’ll come by later for more~”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about but you do look mighty fine from this angle” said Compress, oogling at my ass “I envy the man that got a piece of that ass.”

“I knew I couldn’t trust you!” Shigaraki turned to Compress which then turned into a full blown blame game among the villains. That was Shinso’s cue to do his thing.

“VILLAINS BEWARE! FOR I AM HERE!” a voice broke through, stopping the arguing. Right on time too “LOOK UP AT YOUR BEACON OF HOPE!” the villains looked up and got frozen in place, Shinso did his part.

“Good job!” I said before turning off my voice changer “now to get our boy.”

“Hurry! That girl with the knife is looking at me weird.”

I get a ping from Jin “21 to 19, we have landed in the outskirts of the grounds.”

“Copy that 21, I’m retrieving the student and the villains have been gathered and frozen in place.”

“Copy that 19, See you back at the hub.”

I flip over the dumpster Bakugo was trapped under and he was out cold. I teleported him to where Shinso was and we teleported back together. “He’s just unconscious, get him to Recovery Girl for a full exam” I said as I handed him off to Shoji “Shinso, good work out there! high five!” I had my hand out and he grabbed it and kissed the back of it before walking off to the others. That tender moment was ruined by the tackle Tenya slammed onto me.

“Ita! You are the most reckless, cold-hearted shooter and stubborn person I’ve ever met!” he brought me in for a tight hug “don’t do that ever again! I was worried sick.”

“I’m just trying to protect yall” I hugged back “Glad you and the others are safe and accounted for.”

“Okay, everyone in the portal!” Jin screamed “this will take you back to the dorms and our agents will escort you in.”

“Oh this is serious” I muttered to myself “go to the portal, I’ll catch up with you later.”

I get up and ran to the control panel room, I was greeted by Nezu and Aizawa “What’s going on?” I panted.

“The villains escaped right before a Pro hero got to them” Nezu turns to me “you did your best Miss Palma and we are thankful to have everyone back in one piece.”

“Go with everyone back to the dorms, we’ll handle things here.” Aizawa dismissed me and I comply. Back at the dorms, all the agents are at their highest alert. Escorts, perimeter guards, snipers and inter-working ground agents at all levels were working the scene.

“Look it’s 19!” cried out some agents from class 1A “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, thank you” I politely say to not give away that I’m scared “where’s 20?”

“Oh she’s in the tower” one of the agents pointed to where Mimi is “her orders on this formation.”

“Thank you, you are free to resume your duties” I ran as soon as I finished saying that to the tower. Mimi was on the brink of a panic attack when I popped in.

“Thank you father! You made sure she came back safe” she sighed in relief then broke down in tears “I was so scared you got hurt or captured!”

“Don’t cry, I’m here now” I cradled her head in my arms, drying her tears “not going to lie Mimi, those twinks really rekt’d me and my perfect day.”

“What are you going to do now?” Mimi asked as I tend to configure things after tough situations.

“I’m going to try to gain more intel” the sound of Hansai barking commands from below disrupts my thoughts “I feel like we’re missing a point somewhere in all this.”

-The Morning After-

“...Okay, thank you Jinko” I tiredly wrapped things up on the phone “I’ll be in contact with you for anything else, bye bye.” Intel gathering in the early morning isn’t the most fun, especially if you didn’t sleep well. It didn’t matter, it was done and I was ready to tackle on other matters.

“Hey, are you good to handle some guests?” in walks Jin with a pot of coffee “Red and Mad are here to see you.”

“Oh shit, yea bring them in” I worriedly said as Jin poured me some more coffee, I check the time, it was 11am.

“Hey Palma-san” Kirishima popped his head in my room “so many layers of security just to see you!”

“Hrng it’s annoying” muttered Bakugo “what makes you so special that you have all these agents bending over backwards for you?!”

“Yes it’s annoying but my squadron and I are the number 1 team in the program” I take a sip of coffee and motion them to sit “if we say anything, everyone will fall into place. I for one don’t bark orders, I do the intel gathering and safety. It’s Mimi and Jin that do the barking” I read the room and see that this isn’t a normal visit “so what can I do for you boys?”

“Bakugo here wanted to tell you something” Kirishima nudged.

“Yea, I came here to thank you for saving me” he sighed “and I really should’ve listened to you so none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true” I put my cup down “like, I’m happy to hear that you learned your lesson but regardless of you retreating or getting rescued, we’d still have to do a full scale agent formation.”

“No way” Kirishima said in awe “why though?”

“The villains keep popping up because of this aggressive twink and the green twink” I groan as I slumped in my chair “in my time with Best Jeanist, I gained intel on why by pure chance” I cleared my throat “Bakugo, your public displays of aggression paints you in a bad light and these villains are drawn to it because it only takes some sort of convincing in order to get you to turn on us and assist the league in capturing Midoriya” I make hand motions to go with my explanation “because they know Midoriya is in possession of One for All, the heir of All Might. In their logic, if you take out the lineage, no more symbol of peace BUT it’s flawed logic. Who’s to say that the second best can’t be the next symbol?”

“Wait, it’s true?! About being the heir?” Bakugo stood up in surprise “how is that possible?”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out” I giggled “Midoriya has a weak and suppressed quirk already, and my copy doesn’t pick up his ‘inherited’ quirk but I read his brain and nervous system vitals and they function like how a power quirk would” I catch my breath “in my prediction, that boy got All Might’s quirk DNA via consuming any part of All Might’s body and just started doing the thing where he breaks his bones.”

“Eww” Kirishima shudders at the thought “but I see what you’re saying, so there’s nothing we can do to prevent these attacks?”

“I’m afraid not” I sat up straight “we would have to wait until they either disband, die, get arrested and/or one of you two targets dies or loses their quirks. Honestly though, the villains getting arrested and dying are more probable than the latter.”

“Oh” Bakugo sits back down on the bed and holds Kirishima’s hand “I really am the bad one and put everyone in danger” tears well up in his eyes “I’m so fucking useless and I should just die.”

“Now wait a minute Bakugo” I firmly spoke “I didn’t give you an option to do that, not if I can help it!” I stood up “you don’t have to be ripped away from your loved ones to protect them nor die trying, I will do everything in my power to keep you and your loved ones safe. Because dammit! I’m not going to have a repeat of my incident.”

“Your incident?-OH! I get it now” Kirishima gasped “why you’re here and so far away from home. You were ripped away from everyone to protect them.”

“I was and I miss my home and simple life” I turn to the picture frame on my night stand “but it’s such an awful feeling to be ripped away with no promise of returning home” I turn to the boys “I’ve made it my purpose to prevent such things, please understand that I do it out of the goodness of my heart.”

“I trust you completely Palma-san” Kirishima bows “thank you for your efforts, we feel safer knowing things are in your hands.” Bakugo bows too, a bit out of character for him but I knew it was genuine.

“You’re very welcome boys” I bow back “I won’t speak of what happened here to anyone else.” They leave my room and back to their dorms, I made sure they got back with watchful eyes. Once out of my sight, I head to the kitchen to find Mimi washing dishes.

“Got another one for ya” I handed her my cup and leaned on the counter “did you sleep at all last night?”

“I got 3 hours in” she rinsed my cup “that’s more than usual on days of emergency, at least I didn’t have to suit up or anything.”

“True, it was nice of everyone to let us rest until we get word on security later today” I yawned and rubbed my eyes “I got some sleep in too before I had to make a phone call.”

“So what’s the main problem?” Mimi shut off the faucet and turned to me “is it multi-layered?”

“I wish it was” I groaned and stomped a bit out of frustration “literally, those twinks are the target, the villains doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone else but them AND even then” I put my face in my hands stressfully “their plan is just to kill or take the quirk of the green one by having the angry one beat the shit out of the green one for their lunch money.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she slams down the kitchen towel “all this for those two?!” Mimi starts to panic pace the kitchen “this shit ain’t even worth it! Shiiit I’d end them for free and make it look like Putin did it right now!” she huffed and quickened her pace “this is really cutting into our training time for the labyrinth exam NOT TO MENTION finals in a few weeks!”     

“I KNOW! UGH!” I groaned stressfully “but literally everything is hanging in the balance of them acting out or the villains getting another attack in” I hop up to sit on the counter “good news though, I managed to get us only 2 days of this formation, then it’s back to our things BUT who knows what’s going to happen now that these villains are getting bolder.”

Those two are not aware of the targets painted on them as they live their normal lives in the other dorm. It’s not fair how we got roped into all this, but these last few weeks of school will rope in more than ourselves...

-Chapter 29 End-     

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“Kooooooookie” you groan in annoyance. You glare at your best friends sleeping figure on the bed shaking him slightly. “Hey you. Wake up” you budge him with your foot gently. “Shhhh y/n” He grumbles sleepily. You lean forward and whispers “breakfast time” into his ear causing him to shoot up. “What? WHAT IS IT!?” He shouts looking around the room. You slap your forehead and roll your eyes. What the heck man you think to yourself. He sees nothing of importance and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you down next to him. “DO I have to get up? Why can’t I lay in bed with you all day” You push away your best friends sleepy advances too embarrassed to allow this to continue. You look around looking for any excuse to get up and start to shuffle your legs around when you feel more of his skin then you would if he was wearing shorts or pants to sleep. “Uhhh. Jungkook you aren’t sleeping in your boxers are tou?!” You begin to raise your voice slightly “mmhmm” you hear him hum. Your heart begins to race when you feel a slight buldge begin to form. “Kookie I get that it’s the morning and your a boy and all but this is a bit much were friends and friends don’t get boners over friends.” You state trying to knock some sense into the sleeping boy gripping onto you tightly. “Jungkook pulls you in tighter slipping one of his legs in between yours unknowingly rubbing against your womenhood.“y/n you smell good” he slurs in a gruff voice. He puts his face in your shoulder and begins to softly plant kisses along the skin there. “Kookie. Stop it. Wake up.” You begin to shuffle around nerves taking over. He nips softly at the skin causing moan to escape your mouth right next to his ear. His eyes shoot open “Y/N???!! What are you doing here!!” You shove your way out of his bed fixing your clothes. He shoves the blanket off his body to expose a buldge coming from his white boxers you find the nearest pair of shorts and throw them at him. “Just get dressed weirdo we had plans to go see a movie today remember?” You turn around your cheeks flaming. You walk out and slam the door behind you. You walk over to your best friends bathroom and splash your face with cold water to try and extinguish the flames on your cheeks. Jungkook walks in behind you and passes you a towel “are you hot y/n? You’re kinda sweaty.” He chuckles. You pat your face dry and throw the towel at his face. “What?!” He exclaims as you Storm away still embarrassed by the events that just unfolded. “Sorry y/n” he says walking out towards you pulling a white shirt over his head his soft toned muscles flexing, you trail your eyes over his body his lean toned body taking it all in ‘Since when did that boy… stop being a boy’ you think to yourself. You lean towards him crossing your arms “You think I’ll forgive you so easily. You’ll be buying me an ice cream later just for that” you tease him. “Fine fine fine” he chuckles as he pulls a black cardigan over his shirt. The movie not catching your attention, you begin to doze off slightly causing you to lean into Jungkooks shoulder. He looks over at you surprised and looks down to see your tank top being pulled down showing off the top of your black laced bra. Jungkook swallows a lump that begins to form in this throat and softly shrugs of his cardigan and lays it over the top of you. He takes a deep breath and begins to think ‘how do I casually tell y/n that I can see her bra? How do I tell her her chest is hanging out? How do I tell her she has nice soft skin?’ He sighs and continues to watch the movie. After the movie you awake to hear Jungkooks voice whispering your name. “Let’s go get that ice cream” You rub your eyes as Jungkooks cardigan slides off your shoulders you notice your bra showing and looks over to see Jungkooks cheeks turning a slight shade of pink “please keep that with you” he coughs out. You tie it around your waist and walk out of the theater. You guys arrive at a small ice cream parlor and both order a cone. You walk outside to sit in the sun while you eat your ice cream in an awkward silence. “So how was the movie? Also your ice cream looks really good” you say to break the silence as you lean forward and take a small lick of his ice cream. His eyes widen and he turns his head “it was boring not worth the money spent” he says looking at a bird walking in front of the table. You cock your head to the side in confusion because you guys always share foods and he never reacts like this. “You fell asleep about halfway through and looked cold so I gave you my shirt.” He says smiling at you trying to act as if he didn’t just blush. You lean back into the warm metal seat and lick at your ice cream until a part of it melts down off the cone and down your hand dripping onto your chest. “AH fuck.” You groan as you lick the ice cream off your arm leaning forward to grab a napkin causing the Ice Cream to melt farther down your tanktop. “Kookie a little help here please man?” you say looking at him. He looks at the small mess and licks his lips “uh yea sure no problem y/n” he gets up and throws away a half finished cone. He grabs a napkin and softly whipes up the mess on your chest. “Umm y/n I think thats enough ice cream for today” he chuckles nervously. You guys walk back to his house and he opens the door for you letting you in first. As soon as you step through the doorway you feel him rush in quickly behind you. He throws you over his shoulder and walks over to his room. He throws you onto the bed and walks over to his closet throwing you one of his shirts “Put this on please y/n. This is torture just put it on I’m begging you.” He looks at you pleadingly “uhhh ok?” You say making a face you throw his shirt on over your tank top taking in his smell. ‘He smells nice’ you think to yourself. You slip off the tank top and drop it onto his floor. “Happy?” You ask him. He takes a deep breath and walks over to you “noo. I’m not. This is weird. When I saw your bra I just felt all weird. When you had me clean up the ice cream like I usually would i just got really nervous. I can’t stop staring at you today.” He leans forward and pushes you back onto his bed laying on top of you pressing his knee between your legs. “Kookie what the fuck dude-” You begin to shout as he interrupts you by kissing you. He takes a large warm hand and slides it up your borrowed shirt and grabs at the soft tummy skin pulling your lower body closer to his. You begin to protest but quickly decide against it loving the way his lips mold perfectly against yours. You slide his white shirt up off his body leaving him gloriously shirtless.you pull away from the kiss breathless “ok so what does this mean for us now” you say in a shaky breathless voice. He quickly replies with “obviously we see eachother as man and women now instead of friends. If you’d have me I’d like to try being your boyfriend seeing as how we practically already were” he says in between planting kisses down your neck. You lean your head back and bite your lip ,nervous since you know for a fact this is both of your first times doing something like this. *** pg 13 and R rated stuff so back off if you a kid mk?***** You wrap your legs around his waist causing his hard member to press against your dampening womenhood. He begins to grind into you between the clothes in between you. His clothed tip gentally pushing itself unknowingly into you cause you to let out a slight hiss. He stops and begins to fumble with his pants as your hurry to take yours off in pursuit. He throws his blanet over you and presses his tented member against you feeling the dampness against him. He lets out a deep moan at this feeling. His head leans back in a delightful manor. He slides one hand down your lacy panties as you slide one into his now painfully member. You smear precum over his head as you begin to pump his hard hot member. He inserts one finger into your core and pumps at a painfully slow pace. He pulls both pars of underwear down to get a better rhythm. You lean over underneath his bed to grab a condom from where his mom gave them to him just for when he finally chooses to be sexually active. You push it against his chest as you plant kisses and bites all down his neck and adams apple. He unwrap the rubber and slides it down his member and looks at you waiting for a positive sign that you are sure about this. You nibble his earlobe and pur softly “do it.” He begins to insert it as tears fill your eyes at this new painful sensation “FINALLY! WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THIS” You gasp loudly and quickly pull the cover over your body to see the boys standing in his doorway with big cheeky grins. “GET OUT” Jungkook yells as he throws a pillow at the door making all the boys run out of the way. He gets up and runs to slam the door shut and throws himself on to the bed. “I’m sorry. I got carried away I didnt hear them come in i didnt know they were coming over” You pull him into a sweet kiss and whisper “why let that stop us. Now where were we” You say seductively pulling him back down on you

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Wanted - Jungkook scenario (angst/fluffy/slight smut) - PART 2

PART 1 / PART 3

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Members: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature Word count: 2752

Nails dig into his back as he went harder, faster. His ears were filled with loud moaning of his name. He just wanted to hear her voice shouting his name, moans escaping her lips. Bed creaking, bed's headboard slamming against the wall. Last trust and she came. He pressed his lips against hers for last time. He kept breathing heavy, looking at her eyes and finally moves himself off her and lays next to her, sheet covering his lower body… She smiled, laying on his chest with Jungkook’s arm around her. “Jungkook you’re just fucking amazing.” She bit her lip looking up at him He smiled “Oh I know” he moved, coming on top of her again, leaving kisses on her neck, she chuckles, putting her hands on his chest. “I need to get home.” Jungkook stares at her for a moment “Right” he nods his head getting off She stood up, outing on her stuff. “When you want to meet up again?” Jungkook puts his hands behind his head “I will be busy for few days” “And what is that?” he raises an eyebrow “School. I’m sorry” she throws her T-shirt over her head “Okay.” He simply said “Did you do anything fun when I went home?” “At the party? Nah” “Just kept thinking about fucking you when I get away from the party” he added She smiled “And you got your wish… Bye Jungkook” she kisses his cheek and walks out of his room

Jungkook took his phone, looking at the clock it was 3AM. “Good night baby” his girlfriend sent him a text. He just ignores it, throwing his phone and falling asleep.

 --- “What are you going to do with a fact you fucked another girl?” Taehyung asked Jungkook “Maybe like a second choice?” he looks to the side at him Taehyung goes shook by his words. “You never done that” “I think Y/N won’t be easy, you know?” Jungkook said noticing you walking into the classroom “I think you need to talk to her” Taehyung whispers and taps is shoulder

You sat down, just feeling weird, like lot of attention is on you. You could feel eyes staring at you from the back. “Not even a look?” Jungkook leans forwards, his palm resting on side of his cheek as he kept looking at you. You didn’t turn around or said anything. You just wanted to be alone. You know what you done yesterday. Yeah it felt good, actually amazing, but still you feel guilty. Like as if you were just a one night stand to him, but not fully on that term. It just didn’t felt right. You know he’s a fuckboy. One and only thing you don’t want to be is a toy. Side chick. Jungkook leans back as he notices you won’t even move. His head turns towards Taehyung and Jimin. They just raised their shoulders. Bell went off. Again, quickly you took your stuff “Miss Y/N. Can you please stay for a minute?” your teacher asked and you nod your head, walking up to her. Jungkook looked up and down at you and walked out. “Coming?” Jimin asked “I’ll catch up. Maybe miss a class” Jungkook smiled and stood by the door “So can you please work harder. I know you can do that. Your grades are bit low.” Your teacher explains “Yeah, I guess I’ll try” you nod your head “You are free to go now” “Thanks, bye” you said and walked out You kept on walking, didn’t even notice Jungkook who was standing near the door. He rushes up to catch you. “So Y/N.” he said “What do you want?” you look up “Damn the attitude of yours. It’s actually sexy” he smiled “Can you please leave me alone?” you stop and he stands in front of you He leans in, closer to you. “After yesterday, I don’t think I can” he whispered “You. Have a girlfriend” “DO you think she means anything to me?” “You are using her. You will use me.” You simply said and started to walk way. Strong grip pulls you back. “But I bet you used to imagine me fucking you. Now that I did, you try to be all strong, but you are weak as soon as I touch you” he smirks and let’s go of you “Say what you want, but we know that is true baby.” He smiled and walked away

 You almost punched yourself in the face, how you hated, but loved the way he speaks. What he says. You roll your eyes, turning around Taehyung and you bump into each other. Taehyung looks at your eyes and lips, looking back to your eyes he steps back. “Sorry. My fault.” He had a smile on his face “It’s fine” you smile “And yeah sorry about something the other day. The way I acted.” He rubs back of his neck “Why sudden all the apologies? It’s fine Taehyung” you laugh and tap his shoulder walking pass him

As you walked away, it was something that just told you to turn around. At the same time Taehyung and you turn around, looking at each other. He smirks and turns his head, walking away. “Fuck.” You said to yourself Rose runs up to you being very excited. “Y/N. Y/N!” she shouts “What’s up with you girl?” you laughed “Sooo… We aree gonna hang out at Troy’s place” “I don’t wanna be a third wheel. Like I feel awkward-“ “Noo not just you, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook” she points out Jungkook’s name with a smile on her face “Don’t smile like that. It’s creepy” you laughed “Soo what’s happening with Jungkook now?” Rose and you walked together “Nothing. He has a girlfriend” you sigh “Honestly. I think what happened yesterday was I don’t even know. But like I don’t want you to get attached more and more to him. You know he is a player.” Rose looks at you with a serious expression on her face. You nod your head in agreement. “Even it felt good, still it’s a dangerous game” you said You stop walking, Rose looks at you. “I have an idea” you smiled biting your lip “What is the idea?” Rose smiles “Since Jungkook’s all over me. Wanting me again and such. Why not make it harder for him?” “Y/N you want to be a bad girll… Uuuu” Rose smiled widely

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On lunch break. Taehyung and you been locking eyes, smiling at each other. Jungkook noticed how you don’t look at him that much. How your eyes are falling on Taehyung all the time. He wasn’t that much bothered with it. But still he felt like something is wrong. Let the game begin.

You stood up, you smiled walking pass him and his crew towards the library. Bell went off and his girl goes to class, but he follows you. Trying to find you. In the huge library he notices you looking around the shelfs for books. Not much people were in here. You look up to see him. Your heart skip a beat and you walk down. Still searching for book you’re looking for. Jungkook kept on following you. He kept staring up and down at you. “Y/N stop running away” he thought as if you’re driving him crazy You turn around and smile, turning to a section where your book was at. You walk all the way down, feeling nervous. On the end was a wall, with no way to turn or walk away. You turn around standing between tall and wide books shelfs, Jungkook stood there. He bit his lip and walked up to you. You stared as he stood in front of you, his body close to yours.. “Are you playing hard to get?” he laughs quietly “Why did you follow me?” you raise an eyebrow “Because of this” Jungkook said, pushing you against the wall. Crashing his lips against yours, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to his body. You smile under the kiss, and kiss back more passionately. He licks your bottom lip for permission, within a second you let him in. His tongue explored your mouth. You wanted more and more as you felt his lips are so amazing. How his hands slowly move up and down your body. His hand slowly goes down, he starts to unbutton your pants, but you put your hand on his and he pulls away looking at you in confusion. “We’re in school” you whisper “So what?” he pressed his lips against your neck You wanted, but you can’t. You put your hands on his chest and move him away. Jungkook stares at you, like he’s getting pissed off. “Fine.” He finally spoke and puts his hands in the air, stepping away “Jungkook you need to-“ “You don’t have to say anything.” He cuts you off “Why don’t you try building a friendship?” he looks up in shock at you “Are you serious right now?” he laughs pointing at you “That’s a good one” he added smiling “If only girls knew how weak actually you are” you said and walked pass him “You said what?!” he followed you quickly “SHHHHHH” some girl said and looks away rolling her eyes “I am talking to you Y/N.” Jungkook grabs your arm “You heard me.” You look up and down at him and move your arm from his hold and walk away. “SHHHHH” again same girl said “OH SHHHH you” Jungkook looks at her and shuts the library door.

 --- Later that day --- You were laying on Troy’s couch in his living room. Casually being on your phone. You get a text from unknown number. Unknown number, 7:08PM: Hey Y/N. Unknown number, 7:08PM: You are probably wondering who is this. It’s Taehyung. Yea I asked Rose for it. Unknown number, 7:09PM: I don’t want you to think I am like Jungkook. So probably by this you can tell I like you. I don’t know how, but you’re too damn beautiful. Your heartbeat was fast, you smiled. You, 7:09PM: I like you too. Somethin bout you is just making me feel this way. But I don’t know you that well and that fucks me up. You add Taehyung’s number to your contact list. Tae, 7:10PM: You look so innocent and I know you’re not and that gets me weak asf. You, 7:10PM: You know that hm? Taehyung bit his lip and smiled reading your message. “Tae let’s go!” Jungkook said taking his phone and putting it in his pocket “Yeah, just a second” he said looking back at his phone Tae, 7:12PM: Such a bad girl you are. You, 7:12PM: You are also bad boy Tae. “Taehyung I swear to God if you don’t come right now, I am not gonna let you in my car” Jungkook said one more time. Taehyung looks up at him. Turning his phone off and walking off with Jungkook to his car. “Need to pick up Jimin” Taehyung said “I know. Who are you texting that much that you can’t even do anything?” Jungkook looks at him “Nobody.” Taehyung smiled and Jungkook starts his car

You bit your lip just thinking about Taehyung. He’s just too perfect for this. Jungkook’s friend. All you needed was him. But you don’t want to seem like an liar, but you have to play for a while just to see if Jungkook will do anything or even try.

“We in da HOUSE!” Jimin shouts laughing “Whats good everybody!” Rose smiled and stood up You smiled widely “Hi” you said “Hey Y/N” Jimin walks over to you and awkwardly goes for a hug, you just wanted to tap his shoulder. “Oh s-sorry” he said and two of you laugh and you just simply wrap your arms around him and give him a short hug “Whoah Jimin, hugging Y/N?” Troy smiled “Just a friend hug” Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and sits down Jungkook and you just look at each other. You did same with Taehyung. You were sitting on big couch, in the corner, with Rose and Troy next to you. On the right side Jimin and Taehyung sat together and in an arm chair was Jungkook. “Y/N come and help me with the drinks” Troy said You stood up and walked away with Troy. Taehyung and Jungkook kept observing you from the back. “So… I wanted to ask you something Jungkook” Rose leans back on the couch, lifting her feet up on the couch. Jungkook raises his eyebrows, his palm resting under his chin. “If you didn’t have you girlfriend. Would you be with Y/N?” “What kind of question is that?” he laughs “So that is a yes. But why?” “Why would I be with her? Because she’s fucking hot” “Ah right… Don’t you know if you only think about that, you’ll never have her” Rose looks at him “She would fall for me” Jungkook said “Don’t think that high” she smiled

Troy and you walk in and leave the drinks on the coffee table. “Cheers” Troy said and all of you lift your glasses in the air and drink As time passed, you didn’t even bother looking a Jungkook, even thinking he’s in the room. You had to play strong, but sexy. So it kills him. Tae, 8:49PM: Why you do this to me? You look up at Taehyung and he was just looking at you. You, 8:49PM: What am I doing to you? Tae, 8:50PM: Just, everything about you turns me on. Tae, 8:50PM: I will gladly slam you against the wall and make out with you. You smiled. He smiled licking his lips and then looks away. Jungkook noticed how two of you keep looking at each other. All this time he was thinking what you said today to him. He was still pissed off about that and now two of you are flirting and sharing looks. It was slowly pissing him off. “Let’s play video games” Troy said “To thee GAME ROOM” he stands up Game room looked very similar to living room, just that it has a huge flat screen TV. All of you sat around. Taehyung this time find his way and sat next to you. Jungkook looks to the side and sighs looking away. Feeling of your skin was locked into his head, your touch and lips. Lips who kissed his like that they are made just for him. It was just those 7 minutes. 7 fucking minutes did this to him. Your body was like summer, any guy would want someone like you. Just the same he wants you.

He wants to hear your voice again. You moaning, moaning his name. Grabbing and digging your nails into his back, arms. He wants to feel that pleasure again with you.

It was just a feeling this strong addiction towards you. He couldn’t get you out of his head.

“I gotta go.” Jungkook said “What?! Already? Like you only got here” Troy said “Yeah stay man” Jimin spoke “Need to clear my head. Bye guys” he said and walked out “Is there something wrong?” Rose asked looking at Jimin and Taehyung “He didn’t tell us anything” Taehyung raised his shoulders

--- “OH great now we have to walk home” Jimin throws his hands in the air Rose and Troy laugh following him Taehyung and you walked together. “Which way you going?” he asked “Left” “Jimin and I are going same way. Let’s walk together” he smiled Smiling you nod your head. You hug Rose and Troy and three of you walk down the street. “I can’t fucking believe he left. I’ll kill him” Jimin kept bragging about Jungkook and him leaving so early “I swear to God I am calling a taxi right now. You can walk if you want. But I want to get home early” Jimin said taking his phone out, calling a taxi to pick him up “I’ll take Y/N home, since it’s really late” Taehyung said “Okay, see you both tomorrow” Jimin smiled and waved “Yeah, taxi? PLEASE get here as fast you can” he spoke as the driver answered

You laughed at him and kept on walking. “Well this is my house” you smiled turning towards Taehyung. “Nice house” he smiled Taehyung stepped closer to you, his hand on your cheek, he leans forwards closing a gap between you two. “Goodnight.” He said kissing your cheek and leaves.

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Unknown number, 4:34AM: Why am I even doing this?

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Hiccstrid Car Troubles, modern AU

Now at this point she would be checking her messages for anyone who was trying to contact her, but alas her phone thought otherwise. Finally sitting up, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up with a stretch. Shivering a bit from the temperature change, and the cold wooden floor which probably contained small shards of glass definitely woke her enough to get moving. Walking over to her dresser she threw on a blue graphic tee and her favorite ripped up leather skirt with tights underneath. Inspecting herself in the body mirror behind her bedroom door she assessed her outfit: messy hair, no makeup, collective bracelets, blue graphic tee, favorite leather skirt, and black tights. Smiling at her sense of style she decided to glance at the clock, where her smile changed drastically to a look of shock and panic. "Shoot! It's 11:55?!" Grabbing her things she raced around her flat and slipped on her shoes. Moccasins, the best shoes to throw on when your in a crisis. Returning back to the mirror she reached for the door handle and just barely herd Stormfly wake up. Stupid snake always wants food, but not this time, she was about to be late for her first day at work. Staring at the snake wither around its cage she sighed. "Stormfly, I'll feed you when I come back." The snake hissed slightly and Astrid rolled her eyes. "Shhhh girl, I'll be back soon." Her snake seemed to look at her then slither back into her own small home in her tank. Astrid turned the handle and with a hearty pull and the door opened to her apartment hallway. She threw her door behind her and made sure to lock it from the unstable door knob. Finishing up she sprinted toward the door elevators praying to Thor that they worked. Her Moccasins scraped against the rough carpeting in the hallway as she made it to the elevator. This metal contraption better work, or else she'll be fired on her first day. You'd think that she'd set her alarm earlier, but the whole process of getting the job had sadly taken a toll on her. Pressing the button she thought about Stormfly and pawed through her hand woven bag to make sure she had everything. Although it was strange, her car keys were not in there usual spot. The satisfying sound of the elevator filled her ears and brought her back to reality. Stepping into it she let out a breath that she didn't know she held, not even noticing that there was someone beside her. Astrid hit the floor level button that was already lit up, and waited for the metal doors to close. "You uh, look like your in a hurry." She blinked and turned around to come face to face with her neighbor on the fourth floor. She lived on the third floor so she sometimes saw him here and there, "Yea, I'm gonna be late for my first day at work." Enthusiasm was not in her arsenal today, but he pressed on. "Where do you work?" "The garage on fifty third, ever heard of it?" The man seemed a bit excited with her response, and the elevator doors closed on them. "Yea my dad owns the whole company." Silence stretched around the air of the small elevator as she just stared at him dumbfounded. "Really?" She took a second to look at her neighbor, he wore a lightwash jean jacket over a lightweight black hoodie slightly open to show an olive green v neck t shirt. He wore standard skinny jeans and high boots to match the outfit. His physical appearance held depth, but didn't take up a lot of space. "Can't believe what you see?" Realizing that she had been staring for a while Astrid ripped her gaze from him. "Uh, it's just. I was hired by your dad and..." Finishing her sentence for her; he chimed in, "He's huge." Astrid nodded not believing the guys story. She smiled anyway and held out her hand. "Astrid Hofferson." He took her hand with genuine interest and barely seemed to mutter his name in response. Astrid gave him a skeptical look, "What was that?" "Hiccup." "Oh alright, sorry I thought you were saying something." "No, my name is Hiccup Haddock." "Your kidding." At that very moment the doors opened to the ground floor and Astrid cleared her throat. "Well I'd better get to work it was nice meeting you Hiccup." She flew out of the elevator and got to her car in a flash not paying any mind to hiccup following her from a distance. He had been going the same way and intended to ask for a ride. Yet, the awkward nature of the conversation hinted otherwise. "Astrid! Wait!" Whipping her head around as she saw his panted rugged state, "Could I uh, could I get a ride?" She shrugged her shoulders, it's not like she could refuse. "Yea! Hurry up, I've gotta be there at 12:15!" Although in all the commotion she didn't get a chance to look into her car or even for her keys. Catching up to her Hiccup sighed and irritably made a remark, "I thought you'd be in the car by now." She did nothing, but stare at the inside of her car door to find her keys sitting right in the middle of the seat behind the locked doors of her car. Overcome with anger she went into a swearing fit as she kicked the car and slammed her forehead into the driver side window, fairly hard but not strong enough to break the glass. At this point hiccup saw the keys on the seat and watched as she slowly slid from her attack on the car window. Sitting down she mumbled to herself, "Don't suppose you have any bright ideas." He looked around the car doors and knelt down. He brought up his left pant leg showing his prosthetic. Astrid had never seen anything like it, the fake foot looked mechanical, almost steampunk. She observed him pulling at a few pieces very carefully then standing back up as much as he could. With a few pieces missing his foot didn't work the same and he ended up wobbling an it. She immediately stood up and became his crutch helping him stand. "What are you doing?" He smiled and wedged a piece of his prosthetic between the car door and the frame. "Working with an idea." Hiccup extended another piece in his hands to a couple feet then just barely slid it in between the wedged open door. Thankfully, the car had a simple lock system with pull up locks and hiccup carefully wedged the long metal rod into the bottom of the locked mechanism. Once he had the right position he pulled up and the drivers side door had been unlocked. "There we go, although there might be a little wind resistance on the rubber when you drive at high speeds." Forgetting she was as close to him as she was Astrid turned her head to thank him to find herself face to face only inches away. "Uh Thanks, I would've had to call a lock smith if you hadn't helped out." Hiccup got lost in her blue eyes, they seemed to captivate him. Barely pulling him closer to her until he realized what he was doing, "U-uh y-yea! Don't worry about it, but you can let me down now." She flushed with embarrassment letting him down, and effectively getting into her car trying to rid her thoughts of his determined aura. He sat outside getting the pieces back into place, standing up he walked over to the passenger side door. Tapping on the window, she unlocked the passenger side door with a press of a button. Getting into the car she grabbed the keys out from under where she sat and started up the car. "Hiccup? I've got a question." Shrugging he leaned back in his chair. "Okay, I'm listening." "Why did your parents name you Hiccup?" He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "My mother was a hippie. My father promised her that she would get first dibs with names therefore, Hiccup sits before you." She smiled at the thought and switched it to reverse to back out of her parking spot. Watching behind her she mumbled her response, "I can't imagine what it must've been like growing up." He gestured with his hands as he talked to try an accentuate his point, "If your referring to my tragic backstory then yes I was bullied as a child." He didn't exactly seem mad at her rather the situation in general. She quickly changed the transmission to drive as she drove out of the parking lot staring ahead and completely missing his gestures. "Must've been tough, not to mention your dad is the owner of a pretty big company; guessing your expectations were through the roof." He laughed as she turned on a big street heading to the garage close by. "You could say that, I mean he wanted his son to be a sports fanatic but I took to stuff like this." Astrid stopped at a red light as he gestured to his left foot obviously referencing what looked like a hand made prosthetic. The light had turned green and she slowly applied force to the accelerator. "Did you make that yourself?" He smiled with a shrug and tried to avoid the compliment. "Yea I fiddled with it, but it's not that special. I just wanted a foot that would work for me." She rolled her eyes at his clever response, but decided to invest further. "So how does it work?" He stared at the piece of equipment and gave off an odd smile. "Well it's interchangeable, and the connectors to my leg are soft leather with a small cushion to separate the hard metal from my leg." She smiled staring ahead of herself at the road in front of her. "Wish I could look at it and drive at the same time." Hiccup let a few sounds rumble in his throat in amusement. "You mean multitasking?" Astrid shot him a look before turning into the garage parking lot, slowing to a stop in a parking space. With her foot still on the break she shifted the transmission to park. "Unless you want me to crash I'd rather focus all my concentrate on one thing at a time." He smirked slightly and made a motion to get out of the car. Astrid chimed in a few words before he could pull the car door handle. "Wait, what time is it?" He checked his phone for a moment before answering swiftly. "12:30." She sucked in a breath and exhaled with a shaky breath. Observing her reaction he absentmindedly scratched the back of his head, "You did give me a ride, that has to count for something." She irritably rolled her eyes and unbuckled her seat belt. "Well yea, but it's still going to look bad on my record." Despite all the negativity pouring into her thoughts Astrid and Hiccup got out of the car generally at the same time. "I'll see what I can do."