#today a guy set the building next door on fire then came in here and the cops had to come arrest him

[anotherpapercut]

sometimes people will ask me about working in a library and I have to find a gentle way to tell them they literally would not last a day working in a public library

[mioyeo]

8 makes 1 team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , abuse towards hongjoong , crying , harsh insults , slight bonding time , minor panic attack, Slight violence, yelling , mentioning’s of suicide, San and Yeosang arguing, please tell me if I forget something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

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Word count: 2,5k

She had put the bottles away to dry after bringing the boys to the recess room , everyone in individual rooms because she couldn't have them together for now after just meeting once

And the breakfast room was cleaned and everything was replaced

Y/n went out and locked the door before making her way towards Hongjoong's room

The guard looked irritated as he stood in front of the door doing his morning shift

" Did he sleep well ? "

" That kid has been screaming for the past hour  and throwing a tantrum "

She frowned and looked inside the room seeing the boy on his bed playing with the sheets

" What did you do to him ? "

" I set him straight, I don't get paid enough for this  anyways "

She chuckled and went closer to the guard and patted his chest while reading his name tag

" Do you have kids ? "

" Yeah I do "

Y/n went closer to his face and pushed his forehead back forcefully

"  Do you also hit them ? like you hit other peoples children come on tell me "

" N-No ma'am "

The guard started shaking from the fierce stare she gave him

" Don't you think your being a hypocrite? "

" I-I-I I'm sorry forgive me "

He rubbed his hands together in a pleading way as he looked down

" Why should I take you seriously if your not even looking at me "

She scoffed and grabbed his chin to look at her

" Just so you know I don't treat people this way but since you put your hands on a child that didn't hurt you in anyway you should experience the same mistreatment, and let this be the last time I see you or hear you've done something to any of the patients here I'll have you fired without further words being spoken "

The guard nodded and kept his head down as she went inside the room

" Good morning Hongjoong "

She approached the boy and kneeled down in front of him

" Y/n y-you came "

He teared up and hugged her

" I know Joongie , I promise you he won't put his hands on you again "

The boy sobbed on her shoulder and pinched her clothes

" We are gonna have breakfast today with our other friends "

" F-Friends? Hongjoong has no friends "

" I'm also your friend don't worry "

She caressed his head and rubbed his back

" I brought something for you so we can keep the bad away "

She opened his antipsychotic meds and held it out to him

" Really? "

" Yes , we want them to leave you alone right ?"

He nodded and gulped it down with a cup of water

" We are gonna start taking these everyday so we can see if it really helps "

He stared at her and smiled before standing up

" Breakfast time ! "

" Yes but before that we will go and pick up someone else to join us "

She smiled and extended her hand to which he grabbed immediately

" Hongjoong is meeting his friends? "

" Yes , We will meet the other boys for breakfast "

" Ahhh "

She locked his room and saw that another guard stood in front of his door

"I'm the new guard assigned to him they switched the other guard since he asked I don't know why he would but well here we are "

He smiled brightly unlike the other guards and genuinely seemed exited

" You seem strangely exited to work today "

She looked at him carefully as he scratched the back of his head nervously

" It was really hard to get this job , and I've been training for this too "

" Really? your devoting your youth to these children here are you sure "

He chuckled and smiled at Hongjoong that stared at him with a tedious facial expression

" I also had a brother that worked here but he was moved to one of the calmer area's and I was really amazed by this job so I decided to try this and I also love kids "

" Well please treat them well and I wish you luck from now on "

She smiled at him and walked away with Hongjoong who looked back at the young guard that waved at him sweetly

" Looks like our next friend is asleep still "

She looked inside and checked in with Hongjoong trailing behind her

" We need to be quiet ok ? "

" No need I was already awake "

San rose up and Hongjoong screamed loudly scared holding onto Y/n's back

" Hongjoong what happened? "

" I know I probably look scary because of my eye bags but I'm not I promise "

He yawned and stood up walking towards his sink sloppily

" How do you feel San ? and this is Hongjoong one of the boys in your group for breakfast "

" I feel like shit not gonna lie , and nice to see who I'll see everyday at breakfast "

The boy groaned tiredly as he grabbed his brush and started brushing his teeth

" I have something for you , since the meds you had before where not working "

She waved his antidepressants in the air

" W-Why does he have a sad look on his face "

Hongjoong looked at Y/n and played with the hem of his pajamas

" Well buddy I don't actually wanna be here I wish I'd been never born to begin with "

San replied and brushed his black hair with mint green strands back so he looked neat

" Why are you still here ? "

The elder stared at San who just chuckled

" I wish I'd known a answer to that "

" One day you'll get to know why San "

She opened the door and waited for him to follow both her and Hongjoong who kept staring at things

" How many people are we ? "

"Without counting me it's just four of you guys"

San hummed and continued walking as he watched Hongjoong try and pull off his bandage

" Your not supposed to take that off , it's there for a reason so don't take it off "

Hongjoong let go of his wrist after he was stopped  and nodded

" Well looks like he is already awake and waiting "

She looked inside Yunho's room and saw that  the boy looked like he was about to cry so she rushed inside

" Hey Yunho what's the matter ? "

" Duri send me away and tore up my apology letter we are no more friends "

His lips quivered and he bursted out crying

" That's ok if he doesn't want to be friends with you anymore, you will be friends with San and Hongjoong for sure "

" Honestly that is a terrible thing anyone could have ever done to someone that's supposed to be their friend so don't feel bad that person just didn't deserve you "

" Joongie your friend now "

Hongjoong smiled and hugged Y/n jumping up and down making her chuckle and San smile genuinely for the first time that week

" See you just gained a friend "

" But he wont hurt me right ? "

" He will not hurt you Hongjoong don't worry "

Yunho looked at them and wiped his tears with a tiny smile before screaming breakfast making Hongjoong cover his ears as the other two chuckled

" Yes Yunho we will have breakfast as soon as we pick up our next friend "

She held Hongjoong's hand as they all went out

" Who is the eldest here ? "

" Hongjoong is sixteen and San is fifteen "

" I'm also fifteen "

The boy smiled and held his hand out to San for a high five which was returned immediately

" What did you guys pick for breakfast? "

" I took Chocolate cereal "

" I took Apple jam ! It's so tasty on bread "

Hongjoong wasn't really trying to interact into the conversation he was busy playing with

Y/n's ring on her finger

" Your hair looks cool I like it can I touch?"

Yunho looked at San's hair amazed which made the younger smile and lower his head

" You know I want to sign up for the salon they will dye our hair again "

" Really? What color would you pick? "

" I always wanted to try having Black hair with red strands of hair ! "

" That's what I was actually going for "

Yunho gasped and clapped his hands

"Can we match please ? That would be so cool "

" Sure just sign me beside your name and than we can go together "

They all came to an stop in front on the door before Y/n checked in warning them that the next one tended to be a little mean

" Good Morning Yeosang I see you dyed your hair a new color your blonde now "

Y/n smiled at the boy that had a scowl on his face

" Who are they and why are they in here ? "

He stood up and fixed his shirt rolling his eyes

" This is the group you'll be having breakfast with from now on and lunch plus dinner "

" Hello I'm Yunho ! "

" I'm San and that's Hongjoong "

Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Yunho

" Did you already had a circus for breakfast? Your so loud like shut up "

Yunho scratched the back of his head and apologized

" I'm happy because me and San are going to match hair colors! "

He couldn't help but get loud again

" Ok and ? Just be quiet your making me regret waking up again "

" Let him be happy "

San rubbed his eyes and looked at Yeosang with a unimpressed expression

" I wasn't talking to you , you crackie looking moldy hair boy "

" Yeosang please remember what I told you "

The boy scoffed and walked towards the  door

" That's the most lamest insult I have ever had directed towards me and I've been called worse by better people "

San snorted and looked at Yeosang unbothered

" Your so funny "

The blonde scoffed and turned towards Y/n with a painful smile

" Can we go eat ? I'm trying to control myself from destroying this boys whole live "

" Yeosang we will have breakfast now and please both of you stop with the insults "

Yunho looked at San and patted his back

" Your so mean "

"And  I'm jealous of all the people who haven't met you what a privilege "

" Yeosang I said stop "

She looked at him before unlocking the door and letting everyone inside the breakfast room

" Woah look there is all types of cereal "

Hongjoong gasped and ran towards it

" Well you may all sit beside anyone you want to sit with and than you can start having breakfast "

She went closer to Yeosang and nodded at him as she saw the boy hesitate to sit and get himself something to eat

" San I'll give you these before you eat ok ? "

He filled himself a cup of water and took the antidepressants out of her hands before gulping everything down

"Aww the big mouth is a depressed cry baby "

San eyed him and decided not to respond for Y/n's sake and started to talk to Yunho who was heads over heals for the amount of delicious food there was

" Don't be offended I'm not insulting you I'm just describing you "

" You are clearly bored in life "

" Sounds so rich coming from the one who tried so many times to end his lif- "

Everything went silent and watched Yeosang close his eyes in disbelief as he was soaking wet

" Hongjoong , don't do that "

Y/n widened her eyes and grabbed tissues to started wiping Yeosang's face who pushed her off and grabbed the elder by his collar

" You fucking freak what is your problem! "

He yelled at Hongjoong and shook the boy

"Stop bein-ng mean t-to Hongjoong's friends! "

The elder yelled back and pushed Yeosangs hands off him

" Isn't it enough that you killed people? "

San stood up and pulled Hongjoong away from the scene

" Want to join them ? I'll gladly help "

"I may not be able to control my emotions and whatsoever but you should definitely be able to control your mouth ! "

The elder was pushed by San's angry state

" Stop it this instant "

She raised her voice and held Yeosang back

" This is unnecessary, y'all are supposed to have a calm breakfast and not this "

" B-But Y/n he was attacking San ! "

Yunho yelled and backed San up who shed angry tears

" I know which are completely out of line , but Yeosang has problems controlling himself and what he says , im not trying to cover up for what he does but if you try your best to ignore or reprehend him it will help you both "

" How is it gonna help me that he's fucked up in the head "

San  scoffed and rolled his eyes

" Insulting will never bring us far in anything , it may feel good but it's a temporary thing "

She sighed and took some fresh blue pajamas out of the box and handed it to Yeosang

" Go change and go back "

The boy grabbed the clothes and went inside the rooms bathroom after glaring at San

" San it was not ok of you to push and agitate him more just like what he did and said was unacceptable , and Hongjoong I don't want to see you splash water at anyone again am I clear boys ? "

Hongjoong nodded and hugged her side

" I'm sorry for throwing water at Yeosang "

" And  I'll try to ignore his comments even though they hurt a lot and I really wish I could help him stop being like this "

" Why does he even do this Y/n "

Yunho looked at her curious as he continued to rub San's back

" Well Yeosang had a pretty bad history with bullying and negligence during his childhood which leads us to why he is this way "

"P-Poor Yeosang ,why would someone do this "

" That I will never know why but I just know that he will recover and you guys are also a part of his therapy process "

" I'll try to not let myself down by his words "

" Me too ! "

San wiped his eyes and sighed as Yunho hugged him softly for comfort

" You both are such bright and sweet boys don't let a single thing bother you "

" What about me ?! I'm also sweet and bright "

Yunho exclaimed and furrowed his brows making everyone smile

" Of course you are Yunho how could I forget "

She ushered everyone to finish eating as she cleaned the wet floor

" What is inside that box ? "

" I have some things for you guys to do in some minutes , let me go and check up on Sangie "

She went towards the bathroom and knocked but the door wasn't even locked so she peaked inside seeing the boy standing in front of the mirror  with his eyes closed and his head hung down

" Yeosang everything good in here ?  "

Y/n stepped inside and walked closer to him

“ Is he ok ? ”

“ You mean San ? ”

He nodded and looked up with a scowl

“ Yes he’s doing good now , you that-”

“ I know it hurt him and I don’t know if I feel bad but I’m having this certain pain on my chest area and I don’t know what it is ”

Yeosang finally looked at her and held confusion in his eyes

“ Yeosang your feeling bad for what you did to San and that’s good that your developing some kind of feelings for your actions just like when you laughed that one time when I told you a story and you stopped after saying it didn’t sound funny to you anymore ”

She smiled and crossed her arms together

“ I-I don’t feel bad for him ”

He scoffed but wasn’t sure himself

“ If you finish sorting out your thoughts come out and finish eating ”

She ruffled his hair and this time he didn’t protest

[ljnsdump]

ATTRACTION (Jeno x F!reader)

Jeno x Female reader

Summary: Her insecurities drowning her and breaking her apart, oh if only she saw herself in his eyes.

Genre: M/F, brother’s best friend, fluff with a tinge of angst, senior high school setting

Warnings: vaping, talking about insecurities, mention of corruption

Word count: 2 103 words

Please support me as I venture into writing! This is my first post, although I have literally had this story on my notes since last year. And I have a lot more so stay tuned! 

Please leave constructive criticism so I know in which areas I have to improve. Thanks, enjoy!

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“Mom, I’m moving to Dad’s.” Y/N finally mustered the guts to tell her mom that she wants to leave.

Her mom raised an eyebrow, removing her eyes from the papers she’s reading and pulling down her eyeglasses. “And why is that?” Tension is starting to build up between the two.

She puts down the spoon and fork. “I can’t live like this forever. I hate this town, I hate the people. They make fun of me, talking about me behind my back and it’s already affecting my studies.”

“Why would you let it affect you?” Her mom argues, never seems to understand or even try to understand the suffering that her daughter is going through.

This time it was Y/N’s turn to squint her eyes in disbelief that she heard those words coming from the mouth of the school director. “Are you serious?!” She walks out and goes to her room to start packing.

The next day came.

She lazily opens the door of her mom’s office. “Dad’s coming to pick me up today, just in case you don’t want to see his face.” Y/N says. 

Not even bothering to look at her daughter, she replies, “Close the door when you leave.”

Y/N is just getting used to living with her dad and twin brother, Mark. She just got here two days ago. Her dad is still processing her transfer that’s why she has a whole week to herself.

She changes to her fresh clothes after a bath. She looks at her reflection in the mirror as she slowly hovers her finger on top of the big dark patch of birthmark on her jaw area going down her neck that’s about the size of a penny.

“Ugly.” She mumbles to herself. 

Grabbing a book, she then goes to the porch connected to their dining area and sits by the coffee table to read. 

Just minutes later, noise from people talking and laughing are heard all over the house. It’s her twin brother coming back from school with two of his friends coming over. 

Their maid smiles when they arrive, Mark notices her and she gestures, pointing her hand towards the porch where Y/N is and he immediately understands.

Mark was told by his dad that his sister is still adjusting, she needs space and peace of mind the most right now. 

“Guys, let’s tone it down a bit, my sister’s just by the porch.” He tells his friends, Jaemin and Jeno. “None of you are allowed to talk to her.” He warns. Y/N hears what her brother is telling his friends and it makes her smile a little. 

“Your sister’s here?” One asks.

“Yes, she’s gonna be staying with us from now on.” Mark nods. “ Which also means that both of you will be sharing a room because there’s only one guest room left.”

Oh, so they’re staying here for the night, Y/N thought. She listens to their conversations, how they played their games, and all. Through the big sliding window, Jeno sees Y/N’s side profile, her tiny smile at their jokes and it seems like she’s no longer reading the book in her hand. 

Mark notices so he kicks his friend’s foot lightly. “Don’t even think about it.” He warns and Jeno just chuckles, obviously amused seeing his friend’s new possessive side. Something in him though is even more intrigued by her innocence, something in her is drawing him in. Maybe it’s because she’s too protected that he kinda wants to be the one to slowly corrupt her? May it also be her soft and gentle aura that makes him want to bring out the fire and anger in her?

“Why?”

“You’re no good.”

Jeno scoffs. “I’m good! Jaemin is the one that’s no good. Every mother wishes their daughters would end up with me!” 

This time it’s Jaemin’s turn to scoff in disbelief. “What are you talking about, I’m the best!”

Mark just shakes his head. “Dude…” Then brushes them off. “Let’s just play.”

After about an hour, their maid called them. “Snacks are ready, kids!”

Despite being 18 year-olds, their maid still treats them like babies because she’s a lot older even than their dad. She’s worked for the family even before the divorce of the twin’s parents. 

The smell of freshly baked pizza soothes into their noses, they all gathered on the dining table, including Y/N.

She was just looking at the food while Jeno is trying his hardest to get a glimpse of her face. It’s kinda hard because she’s a lot shorter than him. He notices that her skin is just as fair as Mark’s, dark brown hair, fully plump lips, slightly smiling at the sight of the food in front of her. 

Jeno elbows Mark lightly and points at Y/N by protruding his lips to her direction. Mark just rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what his friend is trying to say. “Y/N, these are my friends.” He introduces the two guys beside him, making his sister look up. “Jeno and Jaemin.”

She smiles at both. Jeno observes her face intently, she looks very similar to Mark except for a few features that make her look more feminine than he is. But their eyes are almost identical, forming crescent lines when they smile. Also, there is a brownish-greenish patch on her face. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Kids, sit down.” Their maid pulls the chair out for Y/N.

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles as she sits down.

“Is Dad done processing your transfer requirements?” Mark asks.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Mom may be giving him a hard time getting those. She’s the school director and those papers would need a signature from her, I believe.”

“Ey, don’t worry. Dad will get those for sure. If you wanna transfer, why would she hold you back?”

"Will she be joining our class?" Jeno asks Mark, still looking at Y/N, their eyes meet that took her back. He's such a charming, flawless-face. She pretends that didn’t happen and immediately looks down to her food that made Jeno smile a little. She looks cute when flustered. 

Mark shrugs. "Hopefully. There's a lot of people there she can be friends with." 

"Is that a stain on your jaw?" Jaemin points out and she immediately covers it with her hand and fear takes over her eyes. 

"B-birthmark."

Jeno gives her a comforting smile upon seeing her reaction. "Why cover it? It's unique and cool." 

It is her first time hearing that from another person, because she's been called a freak, weird, and whatever words they come up with just to describe it. 

A flush of pink appears on her face as she looks at Jeno. "Thanks." 

"No problem." 

Mark didn't mind the smiles his friend and his sister shared. He's just glad they were able to make her feel better somehow. 

"Wanna play with us?" Mark asks. 

She shakes her head. "I'd rather just watch." 

A few hours later, their dad came home and then they ate dinner. He said that she's already enrolled and she can start going to school on Monday. After dinner he gave her her new credit card, and key of the car that she'll use. It wasn't the most expensive car but at least it does the job of getting her from point A to B. 

He touches his daughter's birthmark and caresses it with his thumb. "Promise me, you'll enjoy." 

Y/N smiles tearfully. "Yes, dad." 

Their dad left because he has a business trip to Macau and he needs to meet his business partners there in the morning. That's why he has to leave tonight. 

"Manang Nancy, yung mga bata ha." 

 They boys spent the night playing games nonstop and at the end of the night they ended up cleaning the area and got more than 10 bottles of Red Bull and wrappers for their junk foods. 

And just an hour later, Y/N notices that the light from the living room is off. That's the signal for her that says they're already in their rooms so she goes out because she wants to sit under the moon. 

She jumps over the porch bannisters to the lawn outside. She isn't scared of the night because the moon shone so bright and also there are lights around the house. 

While watching the night skies, she also has her airpods on. She's just singing along to the songs when the skies in front of her are covered with a cloud of smoke so she immediately sits up feeling so frightened. But she sees Jeno's face looking so amused with a vape on his hand. 

"You scared me." She mumbles. "Jeez." 

"Sorry, you just were so focused with what you were doing." 

She stands up and brushes herself off. "What are you doing here?" 

"Vaping, you?" 

"Well, I was enjoying the night skies." 

"You can still enjoy it." He remarks. 

But she shakes her head. "Nope." She jumps to sit on the bannister and so does Jeno. They sit beside each other staring into the empty space. 

"Why do you vape?" She asks. 

"Kinda helps me relax." He replies. 

"Is it good?" 

"It smells good." He watches her as her eyes linger curiously at the vape on his hand. "Wanna try?" Her eyes meet his with excitement. "On second thought, no. Your brother is gonna skin me alive." 

Their eyes meet and she pouts. "He's not. Why would he?" 

"Because he plays the part of a protective brother who doesn't want his innocent sister to get influenced negatively." 

"I'm not that innocent!" Her head cocks to the side. "And how does vape influence one negatively?" 

Jeno raises the vape on her eye level. "Because this is just like cigarettes, and it's not good for you." 

She scoffs. "But it is for you?" 

"No, but I don't have someone who's over protective over me." 

She rolls her eyes and snatches the vape from his hand. "Oh, give it." 

"Y/N." He warningly says and somehow she found it endearing. Her name coming out of his lips. "You don't know how to use that." 

"Then show me."

He sighs then says, "Just put it on your mouth then inhale, don't swallow, just exhale." 

"I can do that." She positions the vapour in front of her lips. "I'm doing it." Glancing at Jeno then puts it in her mouth to inhale the smoke. 

Jeno also inhales heavily unconsciously along with her as he watches her use the thing. Watching intently how she does it because it's her first time after all. 

She exhales and a cloud of smoke comes out of her lips. She watched it giddily and the surroundings smelt like strawberry and vanilla. 

He smirks. "Not bad." 

"Told you I'm not that innocent." She smiled ever so gorgeously that he just stared at her. "W-what?" She immediately thinks he's looking at her birthmark and covers it right away. 

He took her hand away from her jaw. "Why do you keep covering it?" 

"It's ugly." She replies. 

But his forehead creases in confusion. "It's not." 

"Yes it is! You're just trying to make me feel better by saying it's not."

With one hand, he holds her face by the jaws and pulls her forward to him. She held her breath as they got closer, and her eyes widened at the same time. He gently kisses the birthmark on her face that made Y/N's heart fall to her stomach and jump along with the fluttering butterflies. "I'm not." He whispers.

 "Jeno..." Thank God it's dark and he can't see how her face is turning into a tomato. 

He shakes his head as if waking up to reality. "I-I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help myself." But he notices her more shocked than he is so he pulls her closer again and his lips perched on top of hers. "Relax." Then he holds her on her waist, she feels so stiff and tense. He slides his tongue in her mouth and kisses her like it's the last time he ever could. "Y/N, just relax." She exhales and just goes with the flow. 

Y/N has never felt this feeling before. She's usually scared, frightened, and even sometimes feeling threatened but now she just feels warm and it's like there's a blanket over her heart. 

Her eyes got teary and she bit her bottom lip when they separated. 

"I literally just met you today but I can't stop the attraction I'm feeling for you." He confesses.

[i-am-church-the-cat]

you can always go home again (or for the first time)

This is my fic for the Andi Mack gift exchange! This is for @paracosmicat, I'm so sorry that it's late, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Summary: She ruffles his hair as she leads the way back through the apartment. It’s small and crowded with trinkets, books and shoes, basketballs and art projects, and something that must have exploded from the kitchen. Three more people are waiting for them in the living room, less than T.J. expected from the level of noise he’d heard. “Hey guys, this is T.J., the dude I was telling you about,” Jonah introduces him to the group at large and he offers a small wave. “T.J., this is Andi, Cyrus, and Marty.” WC: 2674 Pairing: Gen mostly, but with pre-relationship Tyrus and minor Amris Tags: College AU, First Meetings, T.J. POV, Amber and T.J. are siblings Rating: Teen

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He knew it was saving him money, but sometimes living with his sister and her girlfriend could be really annoying. T.J. had been trapped in his room for ages, Amber and Iris having fought and made up over the past several hours, both things he would rather not be witness to. At this rate, he was going to be locked in here until graduation. 

Jonah 

Hey man, you looking to hang tonight?

Something like relief passes through T.J. when he gets the message. He and Jonah aren’t the closest of friends, yet. They hadn’t gotten along when Jonah was dating his sister - between the compulsory heterosexuality and Jonah’s constant avoidance of anything even hinting at romantic in nature, it had been hell from start to finish - but since they were both studying kinesiology, they’d tried to be friendly. Today, that work had finally paid off.

T.J.

Yeah man, what were you thinking?

Jonah

Some of my friends are holding a get together at their apartment, just a small thing. You wanna come?

Another noise came from the living room. T.J. didn’t want to know if it was a yell or a moan. 

T.J.

Send me the address, im omw

Since the path to the front door was locked, T.J. used the fire escape by his window. It dropped him right next to the motorcycle he probably shouldn’t be parking in the back alley. But hey, it hadn’t been stolen yet, and it made for a very quick getaway. T.J. set his phone to give him voice directions to the address Jonah texts him and then he’s off. 

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The apartment building is nice, an artist-y co-op on the west side of town. T.J. heads up to the third floor after texting Jonah again for the apartment number - Beck wasn’t always the most aware person. Both the bike ride and the jog up the steps do a lot for getting T.J. in a better headspace than he was in earlier. 

He hears the apartment before he sees it. Jonah said it was just a small get together, but from the noise coming through the door, T.J. has some serious doubts. He considers bailing before remembering what’s going on at his own apartment and knocking on the door. 

Surprisingly, it’s not Jonah who answers. It’s a girl with tight braids and wearing a Utah Jazz jersey. She looks like someone he should know, but it slips his mind. She looks him over and must find him wanting because her expression is thoroughly unimpressed. 

“Can I help you?”

“Um, hi,” T.J. says, trying for a smile and probably failing short. “I’m looking for-”

“Oh, Buffy is that T.J.?” A thankfully familiar voice comes from inside the apartment. Jonah Beck pops his head around the girl - Buffy’s - shoulder and flashes his big signature smile. “Teej, glad you could make it! Come in, come in.”

“Just inviting people into my home now, Beck?” Buffy asks, clearly not amused, but she steps aside with a nod to T.J. He nods back, figuring it’s the best course of action, and he’s rewarded with Buffy’s expression going a little less intense and a little more accepting. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry Buffy.” Jonah’s apologetic grin is too cute for anyone, even Buffy, to hold a grudge against. She ruffles his hair as she leads the way back through the apartment. It’s small and crowded with trinkets, books and shoes, basketballs and art projects, and something that must have exploded from the kitchen. Three more people are waiting for them in the living room, less than T.J. expected from the level of noise he’d heard.

“Hey guys, this is T.J., the dude I was telling you about,” Jonah introduces him to the group at large and he offers a small wave. “T.J., this is Andi, Cyrus, and Marty.”

T.J. opens his mouth to greet the group but the guy he’d thought looked familiar beats him to it. Marty hops up, big grin on his face as he offers up his hand for T.J. to slap.

“Hey, Kippen right? Aren’t you the new freshman starter for the basketball team?”

T.J. grins but can’t help the flush that takes his face. He’s proud of himself, yeah, but he finds it’s not always the best to introduce himself with his sporting career. It hasn’t always worked out the best in the past, which was mainly his fault to be fair. He hadn’t been a nice person on the court when he was younger.

“Yeah, I remember you from tryouts. You’ve got a great three-pointer, man.”

“Oh god, Jonah don’t tell me you brought another jock,” whines the other girl in the apartment, an Asian girl with short hair and paint on her t-shirt. “Now Cyrus and I are outnumbered 2-to-1.”

“I also invited Walker and Libby, but they both had things,” Jonah tries to defend himself, flopping down on the floor and grabbing a handful of popcorn from that half-empty bowl on teh coffee table. “It’s not my fault T.J.’s the only one free enough to join us.”

“I’m not totally sure if that’s an insult or not,” T.J. admits, looking around for space to sit. Andi and Buffy are sitting on the couch, Marty going back to sit in the third seat. Jonah’s on the floor. The only seat left is the loveseat, next to the only person here who’s voice T.J. hasn’t heard yet. 

“Hi,” he greets, moving towards the other boy. “I’m T.J. Can I sit?”

The brown-haired boy has big eyes that seem to suck all the air out of the room. Either someone just started hitting a bass drum, or T.J. could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Soft freckles dusted the boy’s nose and his pink lips had teeth indentations in them, as if he’d been biting them only seconds before. Those same lips lift into a smile, crinkly his Bambi eyes at the edges. 

“Sure,” the angel fairy boy said. “I’m Cyrus.”

“T.J.,” he mumbles, sitting down on the cushion. The other boy’s eyes fill with mirth.

“You said that already.”

“Right.” T.J. blinks, wondering it this is what deer felt when they get stuck in headlights. “Sorry.”

Cyrus is clearly laughing at him but he has the decency not to show it. Instead, he leans forward and grabs something off of the pile of snacks on the coffee table. 

“Muffin? It’s chocolate chocolate chip.”

“Oh.” T.J. looks down at the muffin in surprise. It’s big and rich and somehow exactly what T.J. needs. His stomach growls in appreciation as he takes the treat in gentle hands. “Thank you, these are actually my favorite.”

Cyrus’s eyes twinkle. “Mine, too,” he says, grabbing another one and holding it out to cheers against T.J.’s own. T.J.’s grin is huge at the simple gesture. 

“So, T.J.” The voice draws the two out of the little bubble they had gotten sucked in so quickly. T.J. turns to Buffy while his fingers tear off a bit of muffin and pop it in his mouth. “What do the T and the J stand for?”

He snorts, used to this line of questioning. T.J. leans back in his seat, one arm going across the back of the couch. He doesn’t the notice the way Cyrus looks at the arm in surprise, face going slightly red. 

“Sorry, but that’s highly privileged information. Only four people on Earth know it.”

Marty leans forward with eager eyes. “Is it really that bad?”

T.J.’s face and voice are deadpan when he says, “Worse.”

“Amber told me it changes every month,” Jonah says from his spot on the floor. 

“Oh wait, are you Amber’s brother?” Andi says, eyes going wide in recognition. Shoot. If she knows his sister this could either be really bad or… nah, just really bad. His sister’s kind of a dick. 

“Yeah, younger, by two years.” 

“How come we never met you when she and Jonah were dating?” Buffy asks. The way she’s looking at him is different now but T.J. can’t tell if it’s better or worse. “We met Iris.”

“And she was so nice, though obviously in love with Amber,” Cyrus says. This gets sounds of affirmation from all except Jonah who shrugs. 

“I never saw it.”

“You never see it,” Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus all chorus back at him, different levels of fondness or exasperation. T.J. wonders what the story is there. Though, if it’s anything like the one he heard from Amber, he can probably guess.

“They’re actually dating now,” T.J. says, hoping to steer the conversation away from his and Amber’s relationship. He loves his sister, and even likes her these days, but that wasn’t always the truth. “They were roommates and finally admitted their feelings. When Iris moved out of her room, they had an extra, so I moved into their place when I went to college.”

Andi is nodding. “That’s smart. Cyrus, Buffy, and I all the split the rent here and we’re still eating mostly junk food we get on sale.”

“The stipend they give us on sports scholarship is not enough,” Buffy sighs and T.J. can commiserate with that. He holds up his half-eaten muffin in a toast. 

“Hey, at least you and Cyrus are on scholarship,” Andi pouts. “Liberal arts college is the worst financial decision I’ve ever made.” 

“But it’ll all even out when you’re a world famous artist and we can fly out to France to see your new art gallery in the Louvre,” Cyrus encourages in a way that feels more sincere than most. 

“Yeah, and you can represent Jonah when he gets sued for what he’s done to his apartment,” Marty snickers.

Jonah kicks up a fuss and the others fall into bickering over something T.J. clearly does not have enough information on. Instead, he turns his attention back to Cyrus, where it had been threatening to float all evening. 

“You’re going to college to be a lawyer?” He asks, taking a bite of his muffin. Cyrus turns to him as if surprised to be T.J.’s focus once again. 

“Yeah! A civil rights lawyer, though, not a defense attorney.”

“That’s really cool.” He hoped he sounded as sincere as Cyrus had earlier, cause it’s true. T.J. wished he had a career path that was at least half as good for the world as Cyrus’s. He was only studying kinesiology because it’s what a bunch of student athletes did and his parents wanted him to have something to fall back on. He wasn’t going to be changing the world anytime soon.

Cyrus shrugs and blushes, ducking his head. He’s clearly not used to taking compliments which is a shame because they’re filling T.J.’s head like helium in a balloon. One poke and they’ll all come spilling out. 

“Yeah, well, it was either that or become a psychologist. All four of my parents are psychologists.”

“Four?”

“Mom, dad, step-mom, and step-dad,” Cyrus says with a shrug. This topic of conversation he’s far too used to. “You know how it goes.”

“Nah, actually,” T.J. glances away for a second before back to Cyrus. “My parents are the kind that should’ve split up but never did. It kind of left a bad mark on Amber and I’s relationship with them, and each other.”

Cyrus looks up at him curiously. He’s curled towards him, leaning against the back of the loveseat and subsequently propping his head up on T.J.’s arm. The weight is nice, grounding.

“Is that why we’ve never met you before?”

“Yeah,” T.J. admits. It feels safer to tell Cyrus here, where they’re practically alone, instead of to the whole group. “I left to live with my grandparents in high school. The distance helped Amber and I a lot.”

“I’m glad.” Cyrus smiles up at him. “I don’t have any siblings but Buffy and Andi are basically like my sisters. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember.”

T.J. smiles, feelings bittersweet. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone like that.”

Cyrus considers him quietly. His face is serious and strangely more confident than it had been when their conversation began. “You should.”

They fall into silence then, just observing each other, gathering their thoughts and basking in the feeling their bubble had created. T.J. was still impressed by how quickly Cyrus had sucked him in. There was just something about the young man that felt authentic and calming, like everything was going to be okay. It’s a feeling T.J. has rarely ever felt in his life.

“You know, you’re weirdly easy to talk to.”

Cyrus smiles, teasing. “It’s the four therapists as parents. You get used to listening.” 

--

Cyrus and T.J. don’t have an opportunity to be quiet together for the rest of the night. Once the other’s finished bickering, they drew the two into a game of Trivial Pursuit, and then Truth or Dare, and then Charades, which T.J. and Buffy weirdly dominated at, to Marty and Jonah’s chagrin. By the end of the night, T.J. was exhausted but happy. He’d left the house to escape the private going ons of his sister and her girlfriend and ended up meeting people he’d never believe he felt so at home with. The way they opened up and welcomed him in felt amazing, like nothing he’d ever experienced.

“It’s a great feeling, right?” Marty had said, halfway through the night, when they’d both stepped into the kitchen to grab a drink. “Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus have always been this trio. It should feel like an impenetrable wall to cross but they always open up and offer space to anyone who needs it. Jonah and I in middle school, Walker and Libby in high school, and now you.” 

T.J. had blinked in surprise, looking back out to the living room. The three roommates were doing weird poses, trying to convince the others they were real formations used in yoga, or just trying to make the other two laugh. He watches with a warm feeling in his stomach as Cyrus laughs so much he topples out of the position he was in, sprawling across the carpeted floor. 

“Can it really be that easy?”

Marty had shrugged and given him a welcoming smile. A beckoning smile. “Only if you let it be.” 

And T.J. was going to let it be. He wasn’t going to question the new familiarity between himself and these people. He was just going to accept it and holds on as long as he could. By the time he left, he had four new numbers in his phone. When he got home, there was a text from one of them. 

Buffy the Basketball Slayer

You better ask Cyrus out soon

He’s not known for making the first move and I can not handle three months of pining

Hop on it Kippen

T.J. grinned. He sent back a thumbs up emoji before pulling down the fire escape. He stumbles through his window and onto his bed, feeling dazed from both the climb and the night he had.

“Hvae fun?” Amber asks from the open doorway. That had definitely been closed when he left, but T.J.’s proud of the fact he didn’t startle at her sudden appearance. 

“Yeah.” He knows he’s grinning like a madman but he just can’t help it. 

“Good,” his sister says. She ruffles his hair, blonde matching her own. “Good night, little bro.”

“Night,” he calls as she exits the room. He sits up a little to make his next words heard. “Good night to you, too, Iris!”

There’s a pause, then, “Good night, T.J.! Sweet dreams!”

And well. There’s no doubt that they will be.

[btsqualityy]

Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 11

Hoseok x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.

Summary: You and Hobi put the pieces together, and get the shock of your lives.

Warnings: mentions of murder, stalker behavior, and mentions of intentional causing of injuries

WC: 2.0K

Once you and Hobi were back together, it didn’t take long for the two of you to fall back into your typical routine. He quickly put his apartment up for sale, moving his things back into the house and resuming his spot on the left side of your shared bed. 

When you took Hobi back, you knew that it would take time for the trust to build itself up again but you didn’t expect to essentially pick up right where the two of you had left off. There was no hesitation when you were around him anymore, no freezing when he wrapped his arms around you, and you still got that same flutter in your stomach whenever he kissed you. 

Yeah, it was pretty safe for you to say that you had made the right choice allowing Hobi back into your life. 

“Hey, you need to go before you’re late,” you giggled, your arms almost elbow deep in dishwater as you worked on cleaning the plates from the lunch that you and Hobi had shared. 

“Mmm, staying home with you seems like a much better option,” Hobi murmured, his arms tight around your waist as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your neck. 

“You won’t have any choice but to stay home with me if you get fired,” you pointed out with a laugh. “Plus, the members of Star Turn are waiting for you.”

“Eh, I guess,” he huffed playfully. “What do you have planned for today?”

“Well, since my classes start again next week, I was thinking that I would get my things ready and straighten up around here,” you said as you drained the sink before drying your hands off. “Maybe get around to unpacking the rest of your things.”

“Don’t overwork yourself, ok?” Hobi said and your heart leaped at the fact that he didn’t tell you not to touch his things. Right now, every little thing was a step in the right direction.

“I won’t,” you assured him, turning around in his arms. “See you for dinner?”

“I’ll try not to be too long so hopefully,” he nodded. “If things change, I’ll text you.”

“Ok. I love you.”

“I love you more,” he smiled, leaning forward and kissing you firmly. You couldn’t help but to wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into his body as the two of you made out. 

“I thought you said I have to go,” Hobi chuckled against your lips. 

“You do but not yet,” you whispered. 

“The three orgasms I gave you last night not enough baby?” He murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him with a raised brow. 

“You cried when you came,” you reminded him and he instantly clamped his hand over your mouth, cutting you off. 

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t talk about that,” he laughed and you shook your head back and forth as he took his hand away from your lips. 

“To other people,” you clarified. “You never said anything about just the two of you talking about it.”

“Shut up before I take you over my knee.”

“Mm, promise?” You smirked, leaning forward and kissing your husband again. Just as Hobi set his hands on your waist and went to lift you up in order to set you on the countertop, the doorbell rung. 

“Fuck,” Hobi groaned as he pulled away from your lips. 

“Ignore it,” you whispered, moving forward and licking small stripes up his neck. 

“I ordered something so it’s probably that and no lie, I really do have to go,” he chuckled. “Come on, I’ll take care of you tonight.”

“Fine,” you pouted. With one last wet kiss, the two of you pulled away from each other and walked over to the front door, Hobi pulling it open to reveal a delivery man. 

“Delivery for Jung Hoseok?” The man said.

“That’s me,” Hobi smiled, taking the small clipboard that the guy was holding out and quickly signing his name on it. Once he handed the clipboard back, the delivery man gave a mid sized package to Hobi before bowing and walking away. 

“Put this in the house for me?” Hobi asked and you nodded, holding out your hands and allowing Hobi to give the package to you.

“I know these aren’t more shoes?” You said and Hobi just smiled sheepishly before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Jung Hoseok!”

“See you tonight!” He shouted as he jogged down the path to the driveway. “Love you!” Shaking your head fondly, you stepped back and shut the front door before carrying the package into the living room and setting it on the coffee table. 

For the next hour or so, you finished cleaning the kitchen from lunch, gathered your things so that you would be completely ready for classes to start the next week and now, you had moved on to the living room. 

“How the hell does this place get so messy with only two of us living here?” You grumbled. “And this man wants to have kids.” When you finished gathering the last of the random items that had accumulated in the living room and had put them away, you went back into the living room, lighting a candle and sitting down to enjoy the fruits of your hard work. 

“Let’s see what the hell these damn shoes look like,” you chuckled to yourself, moving to the edge of the couch and grabbing the box. When you pulled the top off though, you didn’t find shoes but instead, a mountain of several sets of lingerie. 

“What the?” You murmured to yourself, reaching inside and pulling some of the lingerie out. Initially, you thought that maybe Hobi bought them for you as a sexy little gift but none of the lingerie was in packaging and they all had the same distinct scent to them, as if someone had worn them before. 

Continuing to look through the box, you found a folded piece of paper at the bottom and when you reached inside and pulled it out, you began to read it.

Dear Hobi, 

Hi baby, did you miss me? It’s been torture waiting until enough time has passed before I contacted you again and we’re still not completely out of the woods, but I thought I’d send you something to hold you over until we can finally be together. I heard what you said to Y/N about loving her and never lying to her again and don’t worry, I know that you felt pressured to say those things because you just can’t handle being the reason for anyone’s broken heart. I’ll see you soon!

I love you, Bora.

“What the fuck?” You spat. “This bitch is alive?” You reread the note a few times, a sudden realization dawning on you. She said that she heard what Hobi said and there’s no way that she could’ve heard it unless she was in the house. 

Unless....

“I know like hell,” you scoffed, sliding down onto the ground, completely ignoring the box toppling to the ground as you looked underneath the couch and sure as the sun shines, you saw a little microphone with a blinking red light. You reached out and ripped it away from where it had been taped, holding it up and marveling at how tiny it was and how unnoticeable it would’ve and clearly had been. 

“This crazy bitch,” you uttered in completely disbelief. 

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A few hours later, Hobi was walking out of the HYBE building with a pep in his step. Rehearsal had gone much better than he anticipated, the members having quickly picked up the new choreography, and that meant that he was getting out of work at 5pm, giving him just enough time to make it home for dinner with you. 

As he stepped out of the elevator and into the parking garage, he noticed a shadowy figure standing next to his car. Initially, he didn’t think anything of it, especially since the HYBE building in general was pretty well guarded and secure. However, when he got closer, he could literally feel his eyes bugging out of his head when he saw who it was. 

“Hi baby,” Bora smiled as she stood up straight and before the scream that was welling up in his throat could come out, Bora moved over to him and slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t scream.”

“Get the fuck off me,” he snapped, reaching up and pushing her body away from his. “I’m not your fucking baby. You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I can’t die in an accident that I was never in,” she smirked.

“It wasn’t you in the car?” Hobi gasped. “What did you do, plant a body?”

“Mmhmm, and you have no idea how hard it was to find a girl with shoulder length black hair and a heart tattoo in the same place,” she sighed. “I ended up having to cut her hair myself after I killed her.”

“What the fuck?”

“Aren’t you proud of me?” She wondered. “I did what I had to do in order for us to be together.”

“Hell no, I’m not proud of you!” Hobi exclaimed. “You murdered an innocent woman, Bora! That’s nothing to be proud of! You’re a fucking lunatic!”

“Now Hobi, you remember what happened the last time you called me a lunatic, don’t you?” She reminded him seriously. “I was forced to take matters into my own hands since you’re too damned nice to do it yourself.”

“So you drugging me and planting love letters in my room that I never wrote and fucking with my car and almost killing me was what you considered to be taking matters into your own hands?” He asked in disbelief.

“Please, I didn’t almost kill you,” she scoffed. “I knew you’d be fine, if not a little banged up. Besides, it would’ve been worth it if you could’ve stuck to your part of the plan and not had begged Y/N to take you back just because you felt pressured to.”

“Pressured?” Hobi repeated. “I didn’t feel pressured to do anything. Y/N-ah is my fucking wife and the only person I’ll ever love.”

“Oh, I know you think that now but don’t worry,” Bora assured him. “With this new idea I have, I’ll take care of everything.” Before Hobi could say anything in reply, Bora turned around and walked away, leaving Hobi in a stunned silence. 

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“Y/N!” Hobi shouted as he ran into the house and you looked up from where you had been sitting on the couch, watching as he ran over to you. “I have something to tell you!”

“Ha, me too,” you replied but Hobi shook his head. 

“Me first,” he said. “I know what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy but...Bora is alive.”

“Hobi.”

“She was waiting for me in the HYBE car park and she went into this whole tangent about how she murdered someone that looked similar to her and put them in the car with me after the crash,” he explained. “And that was only after she drugged me, planted those love letters in my hotel room, and caused the car to malfunction. She did all of this on purpose in order to drive us apart but since we’re back together, she decided to pop up again.”

“Hoseok,” you repeated and hearing his full name made him stop. “I believe you.”

“You do?” He wondered with wide eyes. 

“Yeah,” you said, picking up the box that had been sitting next to you on the couch and holding it out to him. “Look inside.” Taking a seat next to you, he lifted the lid of the box and his face twisted up in confusion, the same way that yours had when you saw the contents of the box. He then moved on to the letter, unfolding it and quickly skimming over it. 

“I don’t want her,” Hobi immediately told you. 

“No baby, I know and I don’t doubt you at all,” you assured him before reaching behind your back and pulling out the microphone that you had found underneath the couch. 

“What is that?” Hobi questioned. 

“A microphone,” you told him. “Bora mentioned hearing you tell me that you love me and that you’d never lie to me again but she wouldn’t have known about that unless she could hear us.”

“Oh my god.”

“And guess how many of more of these I ended up finding?”

“How many?” 

“29,” you revealed, and Hobi’s jaw dropped in shock. “We have a fucking crazy bitch on our hands.”

[tomtenadia]

A Little Braver - 62

Good evening and welcome to the next instalment. This chapter was a huge challenge. Our guys are dealing with a gigantic wildfire. I have done a lot of research for this chapter and I hope I did it justice. It will continue in the next one, This might feel a bit like a filler and it kinda sets the scene for the next one which is the one containing more action and story development.

I hope you will enjoy it.

MASTERLIST // CH.61

It was the beginning of august and Orynth had been enveloped by a heatwave that was unheard of for the city and all of Terrasen. Temperatures had reached 35C, something that had never happened. The region was not equipped to deal with the heat. People were not used to it. Shops and offices did not have air conditioning, something that the citizens never had a need for. Their summers were usually brief with only a day or two reaching 25C. This was a lot.

The extreme heat was affecting all of Erilea. Ilium had recorder temperatures well over 40C, the southern continent was boiling too and so every other area. The other side effect was that it hadn’t rained in a month. Another weird occurrence for Terrasen. The green expanses of land had started to turn yellow due to lack of water. The situation had raised the concerns of the Forest Services, placing the whole region under high alert for wildfires. A scary prospect, considering that the northern part of Orynth skirted the forest and a wildfire could cause serious damage to the city too.

Aelin arrived at the firehouse after having dropped off Rowan at the academy. She slammed the door shut and walked to the building. The heavy rolling doors were pulled up to let some air circulate.

The idea of going into a fire made her sick, to wear her heavy bunker gear… in that moment she wished she was a lifeguard in Ilium.

“Manon…”

The woman grunted as she appeared from behind the truck.

“I know I want snow again. I miss the cold.”

Manon moved away and shut the door of one of the compartments “The Forest services have raised the level for wildfire to the maximum. Something that Terrasen has never experienced before,” said the woman as they walked to the common room “They are working on plans on how to deal with a worst case scenario.”

Aelin sat at the table “we might get asked to help. You know it’s in the emergency protocols.”

Her second nodded.

“I want us all to go through wildfire training today. We need a refresher.”

Manon nodded once more and Aelin left her while she went to get changed and call Dorian on protocols to follow in case they were all called. 

Aelin came back half an hour later and saw her team in the common room waiting for her.

“Good morning, gang. I know we are all suffering from the heat, but we are at work, so I am asking you to put you adults pants on and get on with the day job,” she grabbed her notepad and looked at all of them “The Forest Services have raised the alert for wildfires to its highest level. Something that Terrasen has never experienced. They are all getting ready just in case, because if shit hits the fan, the response needs to be immediate. The forests are arid and it would take a second to catch fire,” she explained quietly “As you are aware, although they have their own teams of specialised fighters, we can be called in too especially to try and defend the urban areas nearby. We have small communities living in the forest too.” Aelin was worried. Wildfires were tough and unpredictable “we have no experience but we have received training at the academy, so, with Dorian, I have organised to have a smokejumper this afternoon and give us a lesson on how to tackle wildfires and an idea of our roles if we are called in. This is important stuff, I need everyone to listen carefully because we might have to do it for real.”

Aelin passed Manon and Brullo two thick manuals “take your two teams and start going through them until captain Sanders gets here.”

The two lieutenants nodded and grabbed their manuals and then walked in two different section of the  station and started the training.

Aelin went back to her office when her mobile went off.

“Hi you…”

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked sensing her preoccupied tone.

Aelin sighed “we are working on wildfire readiness.”

“What do you mean?”

“We might get called in to help around urban areas and the smaller communities.”

Rowan sighed too “I signed up to fly one of the Canadair if needed. Lorcan got me in. They are looking for pilots apparently and he asked me to help.”

Aelin froze “Ro, will you be okay flying?”

“Yes, I can’t fly military planes due to the heavy G and the stress. Canadair are big assed planes that fly like a brick but are efficient in fighting fires. If needed I want to do this.”

Apprehension grew in her. She knew he could fly it, she had no doubts in his skills, but she could not ignore the little monster called worry sitting on her chest.

“What about paramedic school?”

“I spoke to chief Harker and he gave me his blessing to leave if called.”

“I seem to recall you being quite skilled at flying Canadair.” She let out a weak chuckle

“Aelin, I am okay. I want to do this.” He told her fully aware that she was worrying already.

“Okay, but you keep me posted.”

He whispered an I love you and then told her he was due back in class.

She closed the call and went back checking with the Forest Services. Apparently it had already started but so far it had been small stuff near Allsbrook. The town was deep in Oakwald forest and it could end badly. That was Ren’s birthplace and she hoped his family was fine.

Aelin worked until Brullo came to call her and let her know that the smokejumper captain had arrived. She joined her teams and was surprised to see a woman. If the world of regulars firefighters was a boys’ club, the one of smokejumpers was a cast on its own.

“Captain Sanders?’

The woman in front of her smiled and nodded “I can see that you were not expecting a woman.”

Aelin laughed “not for the reason you may think. I had no idea they had finally allowed women in.”

The captain laughed “I am the first one and it was one hell of a fight.”

“I feel your pain. I was the first woman to join the TFD and the first one to make captain.”

“Come captain, let me introduce you to my team. They are eager to meet you.”

Aelin and the captain walked to east team who was standing in front of the engine.

“This is Manon, she is my second and my lieutenant on truck. This is Brullo and he is my lieutenant on engine.” Aelin moved down the line “My engine team: Nox, its driver, Ren, Asterin, Luca and Kyllian.” then she moved to the other part “this is my truck team: Ansel is the driver, then we have Ress, Borte our candidate and Wes.”

“I don’t think I have ever seen so many females in one firehouse. This is such a welcome sight.”

They all smiled proudly.

“It was a nice surprise when I got a call from Dorian to come and talk to some of his teams, something we don’t do enough.” She looked at them all “my name is captain Alexis Sanders. I have been a smokejumper for the past five years. Orynth hasn’t seen many, but Terrasen had its fair share of dangerous wildfires. Do any of you know what a smokejumper does?”

Asterin raised her hand and the captain nodded “You are firefighters with specific wild land training. You get dropped in remote locations with a parachute and shortly after all of your supplies are dropped too and you are self sufficient for 48hrs. You also lead teams in case of extended wildfires.”

“Well done, Asterin, that was perfect.”

“My grampa was a smokejumper. He told me a lot of stories. I wanted to be one too, but alas I was a woman so I became a regular firefighter.”

“I am sure your grampa is proud of you.”

Asterin nodded.

“What Asterin said was correct. We actually jump into fires and we deal with remote areas that cannot be accessed by vehicles.” She explained while holding the attention of the entire team  “There are also hotshots crew and they are just as awesome. These people are highly trained to deal with the worst of a wildfire and like us they can work in remote areas for a long time without support. They are an elite squad too.”

Aelin stared at the woman with admiration.

“Then you have handcrews. They are the ones constructing firelines around the wild fire to prevent it from spreading. Then we have you guys, we can send some of you with the handcrews, but your job is mainly to keep the people safe. We have parts of Orynth that are close to the forest, some are into it and we have small communities living inside Oakwald.”

“So we are the lowest in the food-chain.”

Alexis shook her head “there is no such thing. When it comes to wildfires any help is vital. If called, you will be in the fray. You will be based at an incident base where the person in charge will direct the action. There’s paramedics and all the equipment and personnel needed.”

The team asked a few question and the captain answered them all then started some basic and quick training. She explained some of the possible attacks methods used, the equipment as well. Alexis explained  the chemicals used, which might differ from the ones used in an urban fire “And remember that like in an urban fire, weather can affect the fire. Wind especially being the major player. Wind can make the flame change and miss control lines or worse jumping or embers being carried away. “

The captain continued her training following some of the manual Aelin had provided, then eventually she said her farewells saying that she had three more firehouses in the city to visit.

“I know it’s been a quick visit but I hope you have taken in all the info the captain has given you.

East team spent the afternoon revising and making sure that engine and truck were in top shape. The TFD was on high alert as the Allsbrook wildfires had been spreading pretty fast. To make things worse the wind had picked up.

Rowan had texted her that he had been called while on his way home so now Lorcan was going to pick him up and they were heading for the TFD heliport.

Apparently, according to Elide, Lorcan had volunteered as soon as news spread that they needed skilled pilots, then he had roped Rowan into it. Con and Vaughan had gone away on holidays with their women.

Be safe. We are on high alert too. I doubt I will be able to sleep tonight.

She walked to the common room and switched on the tv. The news was covering the wildfires in Allsbrook.

“That looks scary,” whispered Ress

The high winds are at the moments the biggest worry for the Forest Services. The embers from the current wildfires could be transported far away and start fires in other areas of Oakwald and worse, near built up areas. The TFD has all its station in a high alert status, with an all hands on deck approach.

“I am not going to sleep tonight,” said Ansel.

“Guys, I need you to try and rest. If we really are called, we don’t know how long it’s going to last. I need you alert.”

“I am nervous,” added Luca “we are trained to fight fires in a city not that.” He pointing to the tv and the image of the beast of fire.

Aelin walked to him “Luca, we have fought our own beasts. The last warehouse fire or even the potassium fire in the tunnel,” she told him “they might not have been that big, but they were far more dangerous.” Her hands went on his shoulders “I hate fire involving chemicals. They scare the shit out of me.”

“You don’t show it, cap.” Joked Manon.

“I guess I have a good poker face.” Then she stood “Come on, let’s all go to our happy place and relax.”

East team spent the afternoon relaxing, with only one call to deal with. An easy car accident that they dealt with very quickly and efficiently.

Aelin was in her office doing some work when Elide and Lys joined her “The ambulance is ready. We are stocked up as much as we can and ready to go.”

“Thanks ladies.”

They both sat down “Is Rowan gone with Lorcan?”

Aelin nodded.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Lorcan read a news that they were looking for experienced pilots to fly air tanker planes and helicopters and he signed up for that and dragged Rowan in apparently.”

“I thought he could not fly anymore.”

“The way he explained it to me is that he can fly any regular plane because the stress on his leg to pilot it it’s minimal. But in a jet, they do that while also being under heavy Gs which would make the stress on the legs unbearable.”

“Question from someone who does not know a thing about planes. Why pedals? I thought they flew with the hands?”

Aelin smiled. She had done her research “The pedals control the rudder. Ever seen an airplane? The tail has a flap on its vertical axis. That’s the rudder.” Aelin started explaining bragging thanks to all the books about flight she had read “A plane has three movements, roll, pitch and yaw. The roll let you roll the plane, like when you feel it bank in flight. Then you have pitch, basically moving the nose up and down and then the yaw which moves the nose left or right. The rudder controls the yaw and it’s controlled by foot pedals.”

Her two friend stared at her “did you digest one of Rowan’s books?”

“No. It’s just super interesting stuff.” She smiled proudly. Aelin had loved learning about flight theory. Some stuff had been complicated but Rowan had helped her understand “Anyway, he joined the crew as well with a blessing from Chief Harker if he missed classes.”

“If it really hits the fan I doubt he will miss much, us teachers are all active paramedics so we will be called too.”

The three chatted for a while longer then Lys and Elide left and Aelin remained alone. She went back watching the news and saw that some planes had been deployed already and wondered if Alexis was already out there. 

Eventually she retired for the night and Rowan called.

“How is my sexy pilot?’

“I am on stand down,” there was excitement in his voice “I carried smokejumpers, Aelin. I can’t believe that there are people who actually jump in the middle of these fires. It was awesome to watch.”

“We met one today, she gave us some training on wildfires.”

“How do you feel?”

“We have been on high alert all day. When dispatch went off this afternoon I thought that was it.”

“The fire around Allsbrook is bad and it’s shifting fast. I heard the incident commander at the camp saying that the wind was bad news and were on alert for embers travelling with the wind.”

Aelin sighed “Yeah, wind is one of firefighters’ enemies.”

“Aelin…” he said quietly “if you go out there, please be careful. It’s terrifying.”

“If we need to help I might see you at the incident base you are there right?”

Rowan chuckled “yes, it reminds me a lot of survival training.”

Aelin was about to reply when she smelled smoke.

“Ro, I gotta go.”

She hang up abruptly and ran outside. A thick cloud of smoke was moving over Orynth. A moment later her team was all out on the apron with her. They all quickly ran to the stairs and on the roof to have a better look out point. The fire was not near Orynth, but the wind was carrying the fire from Allsbrook. Bad news. Deep fucking bad news.

“If it carries embers…” Brullo looked at her and she did not need him to finish the sentence. It could end badly.

In that instant dispatch alarm went off and they quickly climbed back down “Let’s go, it’s starting.”

Once in the engine she was expecting the location from dispatch to be in Orynth, but instead they had been called out of the city towards the forest. Aelin worried. How did it travel so fast?

As they approached the location they all gasped as the hills were ablaze with fire.

“Holy mother of all fucks,” whispered Brullo while staring at the wildfire.

Nox kept driving until they arrived at the location twenty minutes later and Aelin saw it looked like an incident base. West, south and north and a few more regional companies followed soon after. Dorian was there too with the regional chief.

He walked to them “It’s started. The wind has caused it spread it much faster and so far is proving hard to contain.”

“Chief what about the city? We all all here.”

“I have a few regional squad to cover. I need all of you to report to the incident commander for this area for your assignments. You will all be given special gear to wear. This is also the rest zone. We will work in shift patterns. Once yours is over you come back here for food and rest. Paramedics are housed here too.”

“Go to the incident commander and you will be assigned to your crew. You listen to the orders your leader gives you. They are the experts on this.”

The members of the four teams nodded and disappeared to the tents.

Dorian turned to Lys and Elide “triage in these situation is crazy. We have a few hospital medics who will be in charge of it. You two just do your job as usual.” The two paramedics nodded and headed to the massive tent raised for the medical team.

The firefighters walked to the command centre for their orders.

The man in charge was waiting for them “East, west north and south is it?’

They all nodded.

“Good, Chief Dorian told me you were on your way. Thank you for joining.” He looked at them all “This will be a marathon. Structure fires are one thing… wildfires are a completely different challenge,” he told them all “The wind dictates the fire, the wind is in charge. Once you go out there the air will be full of ash and hot.” He extended the arm to the location around him “Here there is no going back to your quarters. You sleep where you can and when you can and eat whatever is offered to you.”

“It reminds me of the military,” chuckled Aedion in a whisper.

“Triage will be here and we have a large team of medics here to help. We also have a tent where we keep all the people who have been evacuated from their homes.” Then he finally grabbed his clipboard “Assignments: Aelin and Manon, handcrew one. Aedion and Marcus handcrew two. Fenrys and Nicholas handcrew three.” the six of them stood aside “I want the remaining members of east and south to help with evacuation of this neighbourhood.” he pointed at a spot on the map “The remaining members of north and west to this location.” The captain pointed at a second spot “when you prepare a location for evacuation you clear the area around the houses, remove furniture, clear the brush, remove anything that is easily flammable. Be aware of gusts of embers, if the fire gets close they will look like fire rain. Make sure you evacuate everyone before you find yourself in that situation.” The teams all nodded “there are five captains outside. Go with the one assigned to you.”

Aelin was walking with Manon to handcrew one and noticed the woman smiling “You are a bit too happy for this.”

“It’s a challenge, captain. You know I love them.”

Aelin smiled back “that you do.” She pointed at a vehicle ahead “I think that’s us.”

The reached a big pickup truck that at the back had what looked like a tank “That is cool.”

“Captain, Lieutenant, welcome to handcrew one. I am Sarah, this are Sebastian and Mathias.” The woman explained “our job is to go and work on a fireline, it’s tough work, but if we do it correctly we can prevent this beast from jumping the line.”

The man called Sebastian moved near the vehicles “This is our fire engine. She is much smaller than your city one as it needs to be capable to get us access to road with difficult access. It has a tank with 1900 L of water and also carry all the tools we need for our job, and I am the driver.”

“Sebastian is very proud of it.”

Sarah passed Manon and Aelin some special bunker gear “it will protect you from the heat and possible embers.”

“Thanks.”

“Good let’s go to our location.”

They all climbed in the truck and Sebastian drove away, taking them closer to the fire.”

**

 Brullo jumped on the engine with his team and Samuel, the lieutenant from South, did the same with his team. They took their vehicles to the area that was allocated to them.

It was an area of Orynth that flanked the woods and needed to be protected. 

He looked up and noticed the smoke grew closer and very likely the fire. The wind had brutally shifted and wondered how Allsbrook was faring. Ren was at his side and taciturn. The man still had family there.

“Ok guys, we have our orders. Clean up the exterior and the gardens and evacuate.” He looked at his team “Ren, Wes, Asterin and Borte, I want all of you on evacuation duty.”

Then he turned to the rest of the team “we are cleaning up crew. Remember what we were told. Make sure there is nothing outside that can help the fire spread.”

The two teams nodded and jumped into action and he sighed. He had had a long career as firefighter but never had to help out with wildfires and it scared the hell out of him.

***

Aelin grabbed a shovel and started digging to churn up the land, while Manon was clearing the area of anything that could allow the fire to jump the line. She could feel the heat and the smell the intense smoke. The fire was not far from them. Although she appreciated the challenge, for once she felt out of her depth. Fighting a fire in a city she knew exactly what to do and although could turn unpredictable too, she knew how to prevent the worst from happening. Here, surrounded by woods and fuel for the fires she was worried. It would take a second, a wrong gust of wind or a few stray embers to find themselves surrounded. She shook the bad thought away and went back to her work. She looked at Manon and her lieutenant was all absorbed in her task. The woman had been worried but also confessed that a part of her was glad for the challenge.

Another handcrew had joined them and Aelin saw Sarah join them and they started working on a saw line. It was another type of line where all the tree limbs were removed at shoulder length and small trees and brush were cut down. These people were called sawyers and then the crew members taking all the remains away were called swampers. 

Aelin stared at them for a second working with efficiency and with the confidence of someone who had done far too many times.

She went back to work and kept churning up the earth to expose bare ground and mineral soil. Her woods, her beloved forest was on fire and she felt sick.

Handcrew one worked hard on creating an extensive firebreak. They had taken a second to breath after a gruelling session. Aelin was taking a sip of water when she spotted it.

Embers. Coming their way with the wind and the thick smoke.

“Embers,” she shouted pointing at the sky.

Sebastian swore loudly. It was bad. They all started walking around like crazed people stomping on the embers landing on possible flammable materials. 

“We can’t let the fire jump the line.” Shouted Mathias and Aelin turned quickly when she heard Manon shout. Her lieutenant was near a tree that had caught fire and she moved away. Sebastian activated the engine and put it off but it hadn’t been enough. The fire had the chance to spread quickly and reached two more trees. 

She heard Sarah report over the radio that the fire had jumped. The other handcrew ran to them and all together started working on putting out the fire in every way they could.

**

Fenrys loved the challenge. He was still quite fresh out of the academy, still a candidate but Aedion had still decided to bring him along. He had felt very proud by the offer and was going to do his best to learn as much as he could. During the drive with the rest of the crew they had explained to him in detail what he was supposed to do and the role of handcrew. It was grunt work, but create firelines was fundamental in stopping the wildfire to spread even further.

For a very long time he had believed that flying was his only true love, but then he had messed up his life and eventually a second chance had fallen into his lap. He had loved the job of firefighter since day one at the academy. And now he could not believe he was helping in a wildfire. Adrenaline cursed through his body, like it never happened in his life. It was scary, but at the same time he was eager to help.

They reached their assigned location and Fen noticed the fire was too close for comfort.

The captain shouted orders and everyone grabbed their tools very quickly and started working. It was a time sensitive job and they had to create a fire break as quickly as possible. 

At the sound of planes overhead he quickly looked up and thought about Rowan and Lorcan who had joined the aerial team. In another life, another version of himself he would have given everything to fly as well, but now, this new version of him was happy to be on the ground.

“Air tankers are moving towards Allsbrook. It must be really bad,” said a man on his team.

“You can do it guys,’ he whispered and went back working on the soil.

***

Rowan looked outside of the window and his breath hitched at the image under him. The fire was a monster. He could see Allsbrook in the distance and the city was surrounded. The air tanker crew had already made five passes and it seemed like nothing was helping.

Slowly he banked and reached his location and activated the release button and dumped all his cargo of water while flying in circles. The tanker was a beast to fly, and he was used to sleeker planes, but this time he was flying for a good reasons. His thirteen years of career as a pilot where finally put to a good use.

“Tanker 5 to tanker 1, heading back to fill up.”

His team leader copied and he veered back towards the Florine to fill up once more. Rowan approached Orynth and fear gripped him as he saw that the fire was slowly making its way to the city. He looked down at the woods and thought of Aelin. She was down there somewhere. She had told him she was part of one of the handcrews with Manon. She was meant to create firelines. During his last stand down he had chatted with experienced wildfires fighters and they had answered all of his questions and explained all the different crews involved. Aelin was part of a crew meant to create fire breaks. Silently he prayed Mala to look after her and brought the plane lower to fill up. He released the pump and made sure it dipped in the river and activated the suction. In the background he heard the sound of the tank being refilled and kept his steady trajectory on the river.

Lorcan had been flying a tanker carrying fire retardant and had been flying over the worst hit area. Rowan and a few other had been working on the less thick areas. 

His dashboard beeped and Rowan knew the tank was full. He pulled up and veered back to the forest.

**

Lys and Elide had been working at the extensive triage area that had been set up.

The massive tent contained a good numbers of beds and equipment that was only seen in hospital.

It had been madness. Neither Elide nor Lys had ever worked in a triage situation of that size, that was why it was a few doctors from the hospital calling the shots. They had been mostly dealing with burn victims, people with respiratory problems. It seemed like minor work but it was still help. The influx of patients had been steady.

One of the doctors, the one in charge carried a radio and they would listen on updates. Lysandra was terrified. Aedion was in the thick of it, the same as all the other teams. Far too many people she knew involved.

“One of the handcrew is stuck.” Announced the head doctor.

Lysandra’s world stopped. Aedion was in a hand crew.

“Do you know which one?”

“Handcrew two.”

The vial in Lysandra’s hands crashed and smashed onto the ground. 

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Several things happening and they're not very good here and one of them is that the warlock are being targeted to be fired from jobs.

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-there's a few more people that are in trouble and one of them is dave next door he's going to be arrested for what he did yesterday. He says he doesn't want to say it till he's still think someone's controlling his mind. He was screw around with my husband. And he was giving orders to people to do things to other idiots and people caught on who and he was moving his hands around on the phone before and after in a little during and they are going after him with warrants as a child is trying to take over the sheriff's office and other places the local PD and more and it was for getting him arrested out in the park he said it too I'm going to arrest him he keeps having it done he'll have my husband says I'm going to push you out of the police using you and he said no way and it's going to happen today and Trump is fighting him on it.

-several things are going on and yeah these two are stupid. We have another fight that's brewing right now this morning to drive the stupid bus and they're sitting there arguing about it on the airwaves and people want them to shut up and they're trying to go after them now to shut them up

-there's a huge number of people who don't understand what's happening and we do understand it yes and garth was killed recently, left in a bathtub and BG was set on top of him and he was killed almost and Garth was killed and was in a bad way they were things that were eating him he got saved and flushed out and cleared out and he's back again is Angelina Jolie. He goes to that building and he sets up shop there to figure out who it was and it shows it in the show who did The killing that's in the TV show any targets them and takes them down. And the reason to bring this up is several of few people here were involved and helps to orchestrate it and now he's going to go after you and several of you don't return

-so a few other things he doesn't like Brad or Brad is not one of the people doing it and he did figure out who it was and why on the offset pursuing them and with a vengeance. And that leads to Guantanamo Bay and then getting ousted from the USA they are physically and told not to come back and they do restrict them from coming to Florida and it is because of what they do as it's supposed to legendary League of assassins and they're finding our clans stuff and using their techniques and they don't do it very well but it works they think they're very scary and they try and threaten my husband a bunch of times and a lot of them get killed. And it shouldn't bother doing it if that's what happens and it alerts Max and then they get no fight it's happening starting today

-couple more things happen in Charlotte county they are laying off Charlotte county workers and yeah we talked about it but they're laying off more of this particular type of worker and holding off others. Public works. They can't stand them they have to have them out of here. It's true they can't stand him here they want to see them driving around all day waving it Chris he just says good you're there again terrific don't see doing anything cuz they don't really good and they're hire another people and it's entire need of repair and you saw them working already put a fire hydrant out at Walmart it didn't have one it's insanity but that's what it was there's several other things are going on but that's a main issue. I'm told after Force will be fired but they don't show up anyways so all the sudden is always Latinos and other other will show up and they'll have them do stuff usually try and screw up what they're doing and others are going to help make it work but this is how it goes these guys are worth you're willing to get in there and do the job and they are and these more luck don't want to do anything it's starting to really piss people off so it's going on now that they are being apprehended and they're going to fire more macmorlok ones and they'll be apprehended.

-there are about 17 people who are selecting in punta Gorda and around 22 in Charlotte and Port Charlotte is and they're going to get fired the selectmen. We've already told them look get out you're fired and they didn't leave so they're going through this formal process and say requested it no they demanded it and it'll sit around and fighting being fired and that's what they're doing I'm not the only thing to do it that's a lot to be fired and the support was fired over the last 3 days and they're trying to be pretty flimsy

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-set the March of dimes no people supposedly work for the government in there they don't do their job there's a lot of people that want to seek out any and all of them that don't do their job and fire them and they were told that's great and to join up sign up and help get it done and they are because everybody else has to go to work. It is the lieutenant governor workers and that would be trying to remember Lord and they're firing half of them and they're doing it today and it's about 300 people and tomorrow they're going to fire the rest it'll have to wait till Monday but yeah.

-it's a lot of people running around saying they can't stand Dave and we can't he's going to be arrested today for what he did yesterday and once again people don't believe it but the sheriff in Charlotte county is planning on doing so. And they're doing it and they're ignoring what the sheriff is saying because it's his son and he came down as a punta go to policeman against what they were saying and 50 of the sheriff of his are being arrested out of the 200 and he only has 75 out of 200 to begin with so someone is making a move on him and he didn't bother checking and his son got him in trouble he couldn't really do anything about it yesterday but his son could have not done that but they're pushing for it to happen and there was a short little black coffee didn't bother looking to and they still aren't cuz they're boobs

-and he's been itching to be removed from sheriff's office for a long time but this is a fight and it's going to go back and forth how much times

-it's a few more things they're not very wealthy people they're smart asses to everyone they say dumb s*** to everyone and they're getting beat up globally nobody wants to listen to dumb s*** while they're fighting in these clones so it's nice to follow quick quick but stand up jazz and mostly Macmorlock. But hell they're kind of going after all you cuz you sit there and say this dumb s***

-a few more it's a story is it important one it's huge and it's ongoing and it's your lives if you don't think it's important to know what's happening don't read anything and don't ask

-we have a couple other things happening the fireman and punta Gorda are being fired. Ambulance drivers that work for the fire department or paramedics or both for punta Gorda being fired. They're also firing ancillary workers. The associated with the above

-they went through what they're doing and they talked to them and the ambulance drivers then they went to the hospitals and they found out that they really suck thier sitting their threatening the whole time. So today they're firing hospital people and it's a state of emergency they're going to use it and they're going to fire people they don't care what you work for what you are is your medical people and you're in violation of the law is your only seeing people for triage and there's nobody there. Firing a lot of hospital personnel and they didn't reality hospital police today. And Thor Freya say I wanted to announce this and I do does it make me angry all the time this little fairies from the hospital finally going to pay attention to them I guess the mac daddy is going after with a hidden in this lot of stuff. We have several things to add

-there are several individuals here who are ripe mean the will pass it and we're going to come and pull them out and over and over and send them to shows

-the max started grabbing hardware for electric company sewer and they're told to stop or they will fight you and you trying to get in with the equipment to do the job and they said do you realize you do that already and they said no it said someone doesn't know and they said so what we know it cuz you're doing it you're freaking idiot so the retards got mad and said it matters and they said no it doesn't idiot and they said you have to drive all the way from over there and we're going to put obstructions up and stuff and it's it's so what you do it already Alyssa they heard a voice saying they're going to be a pain in the ass about it and then he said granted it is further and you're the one saying this s*** so we can go after you it's what you're saying they said we didn't want that but that's what you're saying and they said this you've implicated yourself told them yourself made it worse value indicating that's what you're going to do no matter what so just going to arrest you and they start arresting people and They are doing it. More or less that's what's happening but they're also grabbing trucks they see them aiming at people making them swerve off the road and they've seen her do it a lot and to just about anybody and they are grabbing these heavy trucks based on the driving and they're removing their CDL licensing and certification of a lot of them they are being arrested as well for attempted homicide in many cases and reckless driving and more and it's quite a scene they get arrested and it's in there asking why the whole time and they're already told one guy put it in writing or they always do with it I said look at the slip the guy said I can't read it I need reading glasses so you took the paper and he was lying that's why and he and he suspected onto his face and said there you see it so yeah for this is good I've got it recorded and then they went away and arrested him and took away and that's it the guy it's all done that's what's happened to you warlock it's a huge amounts I feel like you're actually a good guys it was going to sit there and tolerate you because of few things you're doing it might be right it's ridiculous

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Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

[4joonkookie]

Crush

❈ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (x Yoongi)

❈ Words: 6.6K

❈ Summary: (Smutty) Boyfriend!Jungkook can sense you and Yoongi are horny for each other and let's you indulge.

(Angsty) After being quarantined together in domestic bliss for a few months, Jungkook asks you to stay for good.

(Smutty & Angsty) Jungkook asks you to move in permanently. You and Yoongi almost set the house on fire when Jungkook makes an offer you can't refuse.

❈ Warnings/Tags: Plot, There's Plot., Smut, Established Relationship, Angst, Morning Sex, Dirty Talk, Loud Sex, Thin Walls, Blurred Lines, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Face Sitting, Cumplay, Cum Spitting, Hair Pulling, Cum Eating, Doggy Style, Brief Ass-Licking, Arguing, Crying, Commitment Issues, Threesome, Female Character with Fuckboi Tendancies, JK has a lot of money, Quarantine, Writing is Hard, Cuckhold, Spitroast.

❈ Notes: -Can be read as Part 3 of the Mirror, Mirror Series or standalone:) -Takes place Summer 2020-ish.

You can feel his eyes on you before you even open yours.

Jungkook smiles next to you on the bed, head propped on his bent elbow. “I like this,” he says.

“Like what?” You yawn and stretch and coax yourself into staying awake.

“Everyday, when I wake up, you’re right here.” He brushes bed-head hair away from your face. “We should keep it like this.”

Rolling over on top of him, “You think so?”

“I know so,” he says, as you lean down to kiss him, morning breath and all. There was a time when neither of you would have ever allowed your mouths near each other before brushing.

It seems like some alternate universe now even though it was just 3 months ago. Drowning in work, living in hotel rooms and hoping you could sneak away for a weekend with your long-distance boyfriend, if your schedules would allow it.

Then the world came to a screeching halt. Your job had been cancelled indefinitely, you’ve hardly worn anything but hoodies and sweatpants for months and you’ve gone from a long-distance girlfriend to a live-in domestic partner.

You’d never thought you and Jungkook would end up this way. You integrated together effortlessly, as if it has always been this way. Any worries you had about meshing with the other members were unfounded too. You’ve never had friends so close. You’ve never had time for hobbies or doing things you actually like.

You never thought you would end up like this.

Straddling his hips, Jungkook rubs his hands on your naked skin. He slides his hardening cock between your unclad folds, still wet and open from the night before.

He continues thinking aloud. “You should stay here.” He pushes up, pressing his shaft on your clit. “We could start everyday like this.” He guides himself easily inside and you groan, still sensitive. “I’m serious. Don’t go back to work.” He slides in and out comfortably. “Stay here.”

“Jungkook, I can’t live here,” you scold, circling your hips a few times. You try to distract him and yourself, not telling him about the conversation with your work yesterday. You could be back as little as a week.

“But you do live here. He stops his motion and holds your hips still. “You just need to unpack your boxes.”

You’ve all but officially moved in yet your belongings remain in boxes. It would be easy to empty the boxes and put things in a permanent place. Also, equally as easy to tape the lids shut and ship them back to your old life.

You ignore his comment and brace your hands on the wall above the headboard, gaining traction to move your hips. He pulls your arms down and holds them to your sides.

“I've already talked to everyone.” Holding down harder, preventing you from moving.

“You did?” His words finally hold you still.

“Of course. They said it was silly I asked because you already live here. Everybody said they would love to keep having you here.”

He pulls you down to whisper: “Especially Yoongi.”

“Shut up.” You playfully slap his chest, embarrassed.

He is not wrong. You and Yoongi had become particularly close since being here. You have a lot of fun together, cooking, playing guitar, there’s a bit of tension there. It never goes beyond playful flirting but it’s been obvious for a while now. Jungkook is secure and is sure to openly poke fun at the both of you about it.

Jungkook laughs, moving his hips again. “You guys crush on each other so hard, it’s cute.” He continues whispering. “You know he can hear you?” He points to the wall above his head.

“No!” You whisper back in disbelief. Yoongi’s room is just on the other side of the wall.

“Yes, he told me. He can hear everything,” he still whispers but thrusts up into you harder, forcing a noise from you.

Jungkook is always one to tease but the way he keeps his voice at a whisper makes you know his words are true.

He continues his harsh thrusts as he whispers. “He’s probably still in bed right now, jerking his morning wood with his ear against the wall.”

“Jungkook, stop!” You continue to reprimand him but can’t prevent a grin at the idea.

“You love it.” He lifts your hips and drops you down hard. You try to stifle the moan it elicits. “You like the idea that he’s there right now with a good grip on himself, palming up and down to the sounds of your noisy moaning.”

“I am not noisy,” you defend yourself quietly.

“You are so noisy!”, he says loudly enough to travel through the walls.

The room finally quiets and Jungkook tries to keep his own breathing steady as your pelvises grind against each other. You close your eyes and let the fantasy swim in your mind. Yoongi, slipping his hand under the waistband of his pants, listening to you.

Jungkook continues to fuel the fantasy as your bodies set a rhythm. “He’s rubbing himself raw, wishing his spit and hand was as wet and slippery as this pretty pussy.”

Jungkook takes your prudish whimpers as a challenge and flips your body so you’re on all fours and places a grip around your hips that promises bruises. He sets a punishing, slapping pace. Probably echoing through the entire house, you bury your face in the pillows.

He pulls you up by your shoulders and holds you still as he pounds into you. “Come on baby, don’t you want him to get off?”

He continues his heavy pace and you surrender as the pressure builds at your core, cock slamming into your g spot, unable to stop the moans from escaping if you tried. Your legs shake when liquid begins to gush and drip down the inside of your thighs with every thrust.

Jungkook growls, happy with evidence of his skill and he comes to the sounds of your bodies slamming together.

You both collapse to the bed and catch your breath. You lay around just a little longer, taking each other in and reveling in your safe little world.

Eventually, you both roll out of bed, throw on clothes and head out into the kitchen.

“I would bet money Yoongi’s out there right now, in front of his laptop with a mug of coffee poured and ready for you.”

You roll your eyes and brush him off although you know he’s probably right. He stops you before you can turn the door handle.

“Hey.” He holds both your hands in his. “Think about it? Really? Before work tries to take you away from me again?”

You nod. “I love you.” There’s nothing truer and your job has done nothing for you other than keep you busy. Still, you try to prepare him and smooth it over.

“You know, if I go, it’ll only be like, half the time. We’ll still have way more time together than we did before, especially if you’re not touring,” you offer, persuading him.

He shakes his head. “No. I want you here. Not sometimes. All the time.” His gaze gets sad. “Unless that’s not what you want.”

You try to reassure him. “You know that’s not true.” He nods but you see the doubt in his eyes. “So is that an ultimatum? Stay here or nothing?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He wraps his arms around your waist.

“Then, what are you saying?” Wrapping arms around his neck.

He takes a deep breath in. “I’m saying… I know it’s not what we expected but I love this, it feels right. I don’t want to move backwards.”

“I’m scared, Jungkook.” It’s the only way to describe the doubt that lingers in your mind.

“I don't know why. But being scared is ok. Just please, please think about it. Before you make a decision.”

The words are stuck in your throat.

You can’t because it means it’s real. It’s not just circumstances, casual or reversible. It’s real.

“I love you.” He kisses both of your hands and follows behind you into the kitchen.

Yoongi sits at the kitchen island on his laptop, as Jungkook predicted. He pushes a mug of prepared coffee for without a word, a morning ritual.

Jungkook gives you a knowing look while Yoongi continues work on his computer.

“Thank You.” You take a seat around the island.

Standing next to you, Jungkook mockingly asks Yoongi: “Will you pour me a cup of coffee, hyung?”

Yoongi senses his jest, stands and turns to retrieve a carton of banana milk from the fridge. He pours it into a coffee mug and slides it to Jungkook over the counter. You do your best not to laugh.

Jungkook smirks, checked by his elder. He sips from the mug, his eyes moving from you and back to Yoongi. Yoongi catches his glance. He knows. He feels it. It feels like a million things are being said in silence. Yoongi picks up his own coffee mug to refill it from the pot, a chance to turn his back to Jungkook.

The tension makes you wonder if they’ve ever spoken about the “crush” before. Or, worse, this morning. You know the walls are thin so, sure, he can hear you. But you wonder if Jungkook exaggerated the rest to get you off. Is that why it’s awkward?

“Jungkook, please get the pork belly from the freezer.” Yoongi directs Jungkook with his back still turned, a silent directive to drop it.

‘Is this for the recipe you’re trying today?” Jungkook finally lets up and changes the subject, heading to the freezer.

“Yeah, a little later.” He closes his laptop and stands. “I have a meeting. Are you heading to the studio?”

“Yep. Back soon.” Jungkook kisses you on the cheek and they both head separate ways.

You finish a cup of coffee and lounge around alone for a few hours, the house quiet with everybody doing their own thing in the large house. You read a few chapters from a book recommended by Namjoon and manage to take a short nap.

You imagine this is what it would be like if you stayed here. The empty house is peaceful. At least, for a few hours. It’s no trouble being alone and keeping busy but you know it’ll be more like being in hiding.

Management has always viewed you as a threat and distraction to all the members. There was not much they could do about you staying the last few months. Jungkook has some leverage now and they have to work around his wishes. As the relationship progresses, the way they already minimize and diminish you will get worse. How far can it even go when it has to be a secret? Staying here means a life of full gag order and anonymity.

You attempt to distract yourself from generating a long list of reasons to decline Jungkook’s proposal by strumming a few chords on the guitar.

When Yoongi re-emerges to the common area, you acknowledge him but continue playing.

“You’re getting pretty good at that thing.” He sits next to you on the couch.

“Thanks.” You lay the guitar beside you as this better distraction presents itself.

“May I?” He holds his hands out to receive the guitar.

You pass it over and you watch and listen as he strums much more pleasantly and skillfully. Bare-faced, messy hair and wearing clothes just to lounge around in but he looks good.

“So.” He starts as he strums between chords. “Are you unpacking your boxes or will you live out of them forever?” He asks as casually as possible.

“How do you know?” You question, nearly holding your breath.

“Walls are pretty thin,” he says, even and casual, still strumming softly.

You try to contain the redness coming over your chest and face, all of the things he may have heard this morning, circling in your mind.

You shamefully try to come up with something quick. “I’m still figuring out the details with work.” You nod unconvincingly.

“Yeah?” He says, surprised. “Jungkook is really excited about it.”

“I mean, management will throw a fit but-“ he shrugs his shoulders. We’ll back you up. They have to get through all seven of us before they can get to you. ”

You feel a pang of guilt hit your gut.

He changes the subject, sensing he’s hit a nerve. “Anyway...”

You blurt the first thing to come to mind. “So, you can hear through the walls?”

“I hear enough,” placing the guitar at his side, He looks down and stifles a giggle.

You nervously bite down on your lip. “Jungkook says I'm loud.”

He nods and runs his hand over the back of his neck. “That’s true.”

You both take a moment to snickers before you apologize. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, sounding genuine.

“What else did you hear this morning?” You ask, curious.

“Not much.” He leans back on the couch with his legs spread. You try to ignore how inviting his lap looks. “Just you being loud. He offers a teasing smile. “And some things about unpacking your boxes and…,” he trails off. “How you have a crush on me,” he finishes, nonchalantly.

You give him a playful shove and he raises both arms to block, laughing.

You wonder what else he heard. You can see the details he’s left out in his face, trying to be safe with this boundary.

“Is that what I heard?” His voice lowers as he tries to confirm.

“Yes,” you respond. “But that’s not why I spend time with you. I just like doing those things with you, being around you.”

A smile washes over his face. “I enjoy doing those things with you too. They’re just sometimes more fun because I have a crush on you too.”

You don’t respond but look down as the mood changes. His eyes lay on you differently. He has a different kind of confidence about him hearing you say it. You do too, knowing you’ve both said it out loud and Jungkook said it before anyone else.

The tension sits too heavy in the air but you let curiosity get the best of you anyway.

“When did you get off last?” You ask with a stern eye on him.

He laughs, deflecting. “Oh, is this what crushes talk about?”

You keep your gaze steady, awaiting an answer.

He lets out a defeated sigh. “Jungkook told you. How embarrassing.”

“So, this morning?” you immediately probe, unable to help yourself.

“And last night,” he contributes, shifting in his seat.

It’s a relief Jungkook had the wherewithal to whisper all that filth this morning. Also, that nothing was a secret. Jungkook is so great in that way. Acknowledging what is without being threatened and getting his ego bruised.

“So, obviously, I don’t mind that you’re loud.” His smile fades a bit and his gaze gets dark. “It’s sexy.”

Your stomach sinks. There are so many questions you want to ask but you don’t. How long? How often? What do you think about? Who do you think about?

He continues. “You like knowing that.” It starts as a question and ends as a statement. His eyes scan your face and you observe his own restraint.

It’s getting too deep. You should stop before this conversation escalates any further. The house feels too empty and too many ideas race in your mind. He takes the action before you.

“Are you ready to cook?” He asks, nearly leaping off the couch.

You both head to the kitchen and the tension settles as you get caught up in conversation about nothing-too-serious. Yoongi perfects a sauce while you load rice into a steamer. He tastes the sauce with his thumb and has a bland, questioning reaction.

“Is it good?” You try to read his face.

“I don’t know, try it.” He adds some spices and whisks further, lifting to check the consistency. You watch one strong arm whisk the mixture while the other holds the bowl still. His lips are pursed, concentrated. The sight of his arms and lips start to make your body hot.

You’ve seen him hundreds of times in the past 3 years. You’ve seen him everyday for 3 months. Still, It’s like looking at him for the first time.

This is all Jungkook’s fault. He put the idea in your mind.

Really, he activated something that was always there. You don’t know how he does it. He’s good like that too, excavating every emotion you have, never letting one be covered up or denied. You’d never realized how often you’d done that. He’s made you better, even before living together.

Nevertheless, your now crush is evolving to an ache, a craving right in front of your eyes. Yoongi is unaffected, focused on perfecting his cuisine. He’s messy, stray sauce everywhere.

He approaches where you stand by the counter, bowl in hand and you can smell him. It nearly knocks you off your feet when it fills your nostrils. Stray sauce is streaked on his forearm. You grab a nearby kitchen towel to swipe at his arm when he gets close, keeping your hands busy. They have too many ideas.

Maybe laying your hands on him (regardless of what they were doing) transfers your horny energy but your hands linger on him now and the dynamic shifts. He has that look again, lips parted, a million dirty thoughts flash across his mind in seconds. A big metal bowl is the only thing separating your bodies.

His eyes dart down from yours, guiding your own eyes to his lips, intrigued. He takes a deep breath and leans in closer, nearly hovering over you. He uses his thumb to briefly flick across your bottom lip. All the indecency in his eyes directed at your mouth. He places the bowl on the counter next to him, closing space between you.

“Try it.” He reaches down beside him and coats his thumb in the liquid. He slides the palm side of his thumb between your lips. You let them graze over but resist the urge to wrap your mouth around him.

You run your tongue over your lips to taste. “It’s good,” hardly audible.

The slight gesture causes the intensity to surge so greatly that you both seem to repel from each other. Yoongi returns to the other side of the kitchen and you both continue your tasks in silence, adrenaline still rushing, making it impossible to have a conversation.

Right on cue, Jungkook enters the silent heavy room.

“Hey.” you both say in unison, not even looking up at him.

“Hey.” He says, already sensing the put-on tones and not buying it for a single second.

“What have you been up to today?” He pecks your lips but keeps his eyes on Yoongi.

“I took a nap,” you offer, weakly. He nods suspiciously. Yoongi still has his back to him.

“How’s your recipe coming?” he asks, shooting daggers into the back of Yoongi’s head.

“Sauce is done,” you say, wishing Yoongi would speak for himself.

“Ok, What’s going on?” Jungkook finally demands.

You and Yoongi answer in unison. “Nothing,” sounding rehearsed.

“No, it's something.” His expression becomes uncharacteristically worried. “I know you’re flirting but right now, I feel like I'm interrupting something. I don’t like that.”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” Yoongi cracks and turns around. “You’re right, it’s inappropriate.”

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued. “What’s inappropriate?” he digs.

Yoongi darts his eyes to you, mouth open but not speaking.

“What happened?” Jungkook’s voice gets louder.

You break next. “I ate sauce off his hand.” It comes out fast like one long word.

“Like, how?” looking puzzled.

“Like, off his thumb.” You extend your own thumb as if he doesn’t know what one is.

“When?”

“5 minutes ago.”

He slowly nods in comprehension. “So, you sucked on his finger. Then what?”

You fight the urge to correct him as you put such deliberate effort in NOT sucking. “Then, here we are.” You nervously tap your fingers on the countertop.

Jungkook is silent for a long time.

“Show me,” he announces.

“What?” Yoongi finally speaks again.

“Sounds harmless enough. Let me see.”

Yoongi pleads. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do this, it won’t happen again.”

“I'd feel better if I could see how ‘inappropriate’ it was.” Jungkook glares at Yoongi, wrestling to decide if he’s betrayed him or not.

There’s no getting out of it. You and Yoongi drag your feet to re-create your positions and he dips his thumb into the bowl just as before. You repeat the gesture, locking eyes with him for just a moment before his thumb touches your lips again.

Jungkook guffaws at the sight. “Did she do it like that?”.

“Yeah.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

Jungkook redirects his gaze at you. “You? Did it like that?”

You narrow your eyes at Jungkook. “Yes.”

You can’t tell if you should be offended or honored by his shock at your weak cleaning of his thumb. You opt to keep quiet.

Yoongi looks thoroughly confused. Jungkook chortles and approaches you both by the bowl.

“She can do better than that.” He pulls Yoongi's wrist into the bowl, isolating his index finger. He coats Yoongi’s finger and pushes it against your lips.

You take his finger and instinctively pull him in, down to the webbing of his hand. Jungkook lets his wrist free and Yoongi takes the liberty to push in again with 2 fingers and you suck them in and let them fall out slowly. His throat lets out a low groan through parted lips.

“That’s better,” Jungkook croons.

Jungkook guides you a few steps away to the living room so only you can hear. “Is there anything else I need to know about?” He asks with a forbidding look.

You reassure him with a hand on his chest. “No, Jungkook.” He nods and kisses your lips.

“Do you want to do this?”

You’re not sure what “this” is but the way he strokes his fingers along your crotch gives you an idea.

“We’re going to talk for a few minutes,” he starts, quickly glancing at Yoongi. “Get in the bedroom.” He tugs back at your hair with force, making you gasp. “When we get in there, I want you in one of your slutty outfits, waiting on the bed.” He kisses you hard and sloppy on the mouth before releasing his grip. Yoongi's eyes are nearly bulging out of his face.

You head to the bedroom as calmly as possible. When the door closes behind you, you begin a frenzy, digging through boxes for any matching pieces of lingerie. You manage to find a set, freshen up and wait on the bed. It’s been almost a half hour, you wonder what they’re talking about.

Yoongi follows behind Jungkook and closes the door. “There she is.” Yoongi looks a little nervous. The 2 stand in front of the bed.

“Lips stay below the neck, no kissing on the lips,” Jungkook announces. You and Yoongi nod at each other, his boner appearing through his pants at the sight of you. “Can he cum on your chest?”

Yoongi glances down shyly at the question. You nod again, heart pounding.

“Anything else?” directed at you now. You shake your head, still unable to form words. Jungkook leans down where you sit on the bed to kiss you. “Relax,” he whispers before his lips peck yours.

Jungkook’s easy breakdown of “rules” and the fact they’d talked so much about this already gives you an inkling about their past.

You speak so only Jungkook can hear. “Something tells me this isn’t your first time.” You glance back at Yoongi.

“Smart girl.” He kisses you again. “But this is different. We’re not sharing. He turns you on and I like it when you’re turned on. So. Relax. I wanna turn you on and get you off.”

Jungkook removes his clothes before crawling behind you on the bed and runs his hands over your body, groping in front of Yoongi as he watches, standing by the bed.

“Look how pretty you are for us.” He pulls you head back for a kiss and slides his hand under the hem of your panties, letting a finger slip between your folds. Your knees buckle.

“Mmm, She’s so wet for you already, hyung.” He pushes the fabric away and slips fingers in and out of your wet opening. Yoongi instinctively rubs himself on the outside of his pants, watching as Jungkook pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to your mouth. You don’t let our eyes leave his before directing Yoongi.

“Come here.” You scoot to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook sits behind you, rubbing your back as Yoongi approaches.

Yoongi’s eyes roll back immediately when you grasp at the bulge through his sweatpants and stroke beneath the fabric. He takes off his shirt while you pull down at the waistband of his pants and watch his cock fall free. Pale shaft with a swollen pink tip. Perfectly placed veins, just like his arms. You wrap your lips around the tip and let saliva drip down his shaft. He places an encouraging palm on the back of your head as you slide your lips to the base and gag, bringing moans from Yoongi. You wrap your hand around his shaft and work it with your mouth.

“Wait.” Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. The sight has him eager for a place to keep his dick wet while you service Yoongi. He guides you to bend in front of him. Pushing panties aside, Jungkook slides in with ease, arousal pooled at your opening. You continue on Yoongi, running your tongue on the underside of his balls and licking up to the tip. Jungkook gropes at your ass and thrusts softly, careful not to disturb Yoongi. Then sensation causes you to moan around his cock and Yoongi eggs your head off, breathing away an orgasm.

Jungkook takes this opportunity to fuck you at a normal pace. After some time, Yoongi palms himself, watching. You relish in being a fantasy come to life.

You’re sore, being railed by Jungkook this morning and the night before. But that doesn’t stop you or him. He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the bed. He pulls you up so your body is flush in front of him and exposed to Yoongi, who increases the pace he has on himself.

Jungkook pulls out while still holding you close. Yoongi slows and closes his eyes, teetering on the edge again.

The wet sticky panties cling to you.

“Your panties are ruined baby.” Sucking kisses on the line of your neck while the cold panties cling to you. “Lay down so we can get them off.”

Jungkook guides you to your back as Yoongi stands at the side of the bed, pulling you to the edge so you’re spread in front of him. Your head lays in Jungkook’s lap, he still faces Yoongi.

Yoongi palms at your center, feeling the crevices over wet fabric. It’s sticky and uncomfortable and you just want them gone. Jungkook strokes your head in his lap. Yoongi holds his cock between your clothed folds, watching your face as you twitch around him. He pushes the tip at the opening, blocked by the fabric.

He continues letting his tip run up and down until he eventually grips at the crotch of the fabric and pulls it up and taut against your clit. He rhythmically lifts and releases, your pelvis rising a little bit with each pull. He continues faster and you’re now grateful for the sticky fabric that offers friction until he stops and let’s it slap back to your skin, just before you come. He’s edging you with your own underwear.

He finally pulls them down and around your ankles, playfully tossing them at Jungkook sitting behind you. He slithers his tip around your bare entrance, teasing your opening and sliding up. Squelching fills the air.

You’re eager to get him all the way inside, pushing your core down each time he’s at your opening. You whine when he pulls his cock away completely and moves to kiss at your bare breasts. He lets his teeth graze over your skin, sucking. Jungkook uses his foot to push at Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Don’t mark her,” he warns. Yoongi heeds his warning and opts to leave the area completely. He lines himself up and bottoms out inside, wetting his entire shaft with you.

You moan louder and Jungkook tugs at your nipples. Yoongi bottoms out with each thrust.

“Are you gonna come just like this, Noona?” Yoongi teases, between thrusts as if you weren’t being turned on and teased for the last hour.

“I’d rather come on your lips,” letting your finger flick across his mouth.”

A little shock flashes across his face before Jungkook laughs. “Mmm, I love a good slut that asks for what she wants.” He praises as he strokes your hair.

Jungkook makes room for Yoongi to lay back on the bed again.

“I like this “crush” thing,” Yoongi says as you hover over top of him and he attaches his lips to you straight away. His arms are hooked around your thighs as he sucks and flicks his tongue over your swollen clit. He lets out deep little moans underneath you, happy to have you squirming and whimpering above him. You rock your hips back and forth on his face and the vibrations from his voice bring you so close again.

Jungkook lines up flush behind you. “I told him how good you taste, baby. And I know he loves hearing your pretty voice.” He slips his fingers under your bum to push fingers into your opening. Yoongi moves his mouth up just slightly to make room for him and you still. He continues, “Come for us, baby,” kissing your neck.

Yoongi squeezes at your breasts and He holds you down tight on his face when you come.

You’re shuddering above him still when he instructs you to bend over, guiding you off of him. Jungkook moves to sit at the opposite end of the bed.

You present yourself to him and instantly fall to your elbows when he licks a long strip from your opening all the way up to your tailbone. Jungkook giggles at your reaction.

“Do it again.” Jungkook orders. Yoongi does, and you’re so sensitive that your thighs shake. He moves to your opening and laps at this new angle, insatiable. Just as you begin to lose yourself on his tongue again, he lines up behind you and slams you on his cock. He fills you in a different way, hands on your hips as he slides your body over himself again and again.

Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment before positioning himself so he can gag you on his cock while Yoongi thrusts mercilessly, both taking everything they want from you.

Jungkook pulls your hair back to see your face. “Such a good slut, stuffed full at both ends.”

Yoongi grunts at the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” You’re suddenly empty as they fumble to change positions. Jungkook instructs you to turn over and sit up on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi stands in front of you and ribbons white on your chest, grunting through his orgasm.

Jungkook pushes your back to the bed and runs his flat tongue over your messied chest, collecting cum in his mouth. He grips your jaw from above you, signaling to open and you readily obey. He purses his lips and lets the liquid fall into your mouth, laps up more and repeats all while strokes himself.

When your chest is clean, He climbs over you so his thighs straddle your face.

“Mmmmm… show him who my sweet cumslut is.” He praises before he throws his head back and groans, stroking himself into your open mouth.

You hold your mouth open while he spills into you, swallowing and licking your lips. You hold out your clean tongue and he spits from high up once more for good measure. Yoongi sits in your peripheral vision on a nearby chair. Spent cock resting between his legs, hands laced behind his head, taking in the sight.

“Good Girl,” Jungkook whispers.

The three of you sit up straight when you hear the screaming.

“Yoongiiii!!” Seokjin’s voice wails through the thin walls.

Yoongi puts on pants and nearly flies to the kitchen. You and Jungkook quickly dress and follow behind.

You walk into Seokjin scolding Yoongi about a pot boiling over and scorching on the stove.

“You could’ve set the house on fire!”

“I… I’m sorry I got distracted.”

“Doing what?!.” Seokjin’s fury fades when he notices Yoongi is shirtless and the 3 of you have triple fucked-out looks.

“You know what? I don’t want to know,” he announces, as he scrubs the burner.

Yoongi and Seokjin finish cooking and everyone sits for the meal. You’ve done this many times now, sitting around a table talking for hours. Sometimes everyone is up all night and you reluctantly agree to go to sleep. Other times, members slowly trickle away and wake up to the same remaining people talking. Oftentimes, it was you and Yoongi.

The plates are nearly clear when Taehyung declares: “Noona, I emptied our part of the closet downstairs so you have room for your things.

You glare at Jungkook.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t tell him to do that,” taking a final bite. Taehyung assumed.

“Actually, I’m going back to work,” blurting out, threatened by Taehyung’s (and everyone’s) assumption. “But, thank you.”

“You are?” Jungkook looks only half surprised.

“Yeah. I fly out to San Francisco next Thursday.”

Jungkook stands from the table and calmly walks to the bedroom. You politely excuse yourself and follow him. He’s not even looking at you yet but starts off before the door even shuts.

“So when I left this morning, you were thinking about it. You fuck my friend. Now, you’re leaving next week.”

You close your eyes and scoff. You can just imagine the six others just outside the door, darting eyes at each other, wondering which “friend”. It’s an unfair and irrelevant comment but you choose to ignore it, he has his own share of “unfair”.

“Jungkook, lower your voice.”

Ignoring you, “Did you even think about it?”

Blood heats under your skin. “Why think about it when everyone has just assumed? It’s like everyone gets a say but me.”

“And what’s your ‘say’?”

You pause before speaking, trying to calm yourself. “We both knew this arrangement was temporary. The way it was before was working for us.”

“It won’t work for me, not anymore.” “And this is not just an ‘arrangement’ anymore, you know that.”

“You know management does NOT want me around.”

“I don’t give a fuck WHAT they want. I’ve made it very clear that you’re not going anywhere. At least if it’s up to me.”

Your attempts to soothe yourself and convince Jungkook are failing. “So, what? I just hide out here, some house gremlin while you’re gone for weeks, months at a time? Having to be your dirty little secret? We can’t even be together in public.”

He glances down and gets closer to you. “That will be hard. I’m sorry. I wish I could change that.” His voice gets lower. “But when I’m gone…I mean, you’ve been cooking and writing and playing the guitar and you love that. You could do that. Or not. You could do whatever you want.” He stands firm. “If one of us is not bound by work, we’re officially together twice as much. Next?” He trudges forward, seeking to eliminate all of your ideas.

“I would have to move to a different country.”

“What about it? Tell me, where do you consider ‘home?’ and wherever you think that is, tell me why you chose to come here when you had to choose a place to be 3 months ago? The apartment is yours too. You could be here or there, whatever you want. What else can you come up with?”

You get sucked into his attempt to exhaust your excuses. “They offered me a raise to come back.” It sounds stupid coming out about half way through.

“Money?”, he laughs erratically, sounding unstable now. He pulls a billfold from his pants pocket and begins launching credit cards and different types of cash on the bed. “Here. Here. Here. And there’s more where that came from.”

“Ok, Jungkook,” you turn, agitated. He circles the bed to get face-to-face again.

“I’m just saying you have no excuse!” His voice gets somber and tears well in his eyes. The pain on his face makes you do the same. “So, why not then? Just tell me why. Because, when you’re here, the way you look at me, I know you feel the way I do. So why don’t you want to?”

You shake your head. “It’s not that I don’t want Jungkook. You just don’t know how things will turn out.”

He’s gripping your arms, trying to get his sense into you. “There is nothing that I'm worried about as long as you’re here. No matter what, it’s going to be fine.”

You coldly shake him off. “How do you know?!” You're yelling and crying now, really wanting to know where he gets his faith.

“I don’t know how anything will turn out, I just know that I want you there anyway!”

His face drops with realization.

His voice gets very quiet. “I guess that’s the difference between us.”

You’re too drained to argue that point. Maybe he’s right.

You make a final plea. “Please,” as you hiccup through sobs. “Can you just give me time to think about it? Instead of deciding for me?”

He pushes his forehead to yours. “I'm sorry I pressured you. I love you. It’s better when you’re here.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “There is no ultimatum here.” His forehead wrinkles. “Sometimes, I think if it’s something you really wanted, you wouldn’t have to think about it. But if time is what you want, take it.

“Thank you.” You hold onto each other like you might just slip away. Your sudden comfort is quickly snatched when he finishes.

“But if you’re not staying, you should go now.”

He squeezes you tight and whispers. “I love you.” Before you can reciprocate, he leaves and disappears into another part of the house. You haphazardly pack a bag and exit the bedroom, wiping tears from your face.

Yoongi approaches you as you head for the door, Seokjin following just behind. The others have gone after Jungkook.

“Noona, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

You try to reassure him right away, hugging him. “Hey...it’s not you. This…” You search for the words to describe the situation, no fault on Yoongi. “This has been a long time coming.”

“Why are you leaving so soon?”

“It hurts Jungkook that I'm here so I need to go.” It sounds silly coming out of your mouth. If you just stayed, he wouldn’t be hurt. And neither would you.

“Do you need a car?” Seokjin asks. You nod he is on the phone right away.

You continue with Yoongi, “Could you send my boxes? I’ll have an address in a few days.”

“Of course.” He hugs you again. “Why do I feel like I’m never going to see you again?”

You don’t tell him that it feels that way to you too. “Would you just make sure he’s ok, please?”

He nods and with that you leave, severing ties with that safe little world.

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Cheeky

jack grealish x reader

prompt request; you're talking on the phone and your lover quietly comes up behind you, wraps their arms around you, and starts gently kissing your neck. you begin to lose focus on your phone call as you concentrate on not making any noise.

its a little bit smutty - 18+

Jack likes to think he's a fairly patient man. He kind of has to be. If he gets any more than irked when his team are down a goal then he'd lose his head a little and they certainly wouldn't make up that goal if he couldn't keep his cool. It wasn't something he was born with so much as something that was trained into him through time and good coaching from his youth days through to now, as captain.

His patience with you is tenfold. That man grew up with three women in his life. It felt like half of all his dad ever said was "Just be patient Jack, the girls aren't ready yet." when he was young, bouncing on his heels at the door desperately waiting to go out with his family and his mother could more often than not be heard saying "Patience is a virtue, Jack." So he liked to think it was something he was relatively good at when it came to both his game and his girlfriend. Though you might inclined to suggest a little bit differently.

Today had been one of those days where he got to have a lie in, eyes softly shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with his hair strewn out in all angles well into the early hours of the afternoon. His sleep was very satisfying and the long lie much needed, but he would have preferred to have woken up with you still there next to him when his eyes finally peeled open to an empty bed.

You had gone out, as you told in a text message sent to his phone half an hour ago knowing he would wake up and see it. When he texted back to ask where, he didn't get a response until you walked through the door again with a coffee for him and two muffins in a brown bag. You'd gone out for brunch with a friend thinking that you'd be back before he woke up but she had talked for longer than you anticipated and then you got stuck in the afternoon traffic. The muffin and the coffee were your way of saying sorry you weren't there when he woke and served as the perfect temporary fix for his grumbling belly.

A lot of the rest of your day was spent working, which pissed you off to no end. The one day Jack had to spend, you of course could not escape university for. "Last two weeks and then I'm all yours," you'd assured him, "Well, 'till I can get a job and work for the rest of my life to pay off those stupid loans. Lovely." You had a bit of a habit of being a bit less optimistic when you were stressed and Jack could very well see that was the case today. He knew you'd enjoyed uni, but you and every other student in the world would hate that last few weeks with the scramble to submit projects and clean up shop before graduation.

"I told you not to take out loans, baby," He had cooed earlier in the day as he stood behind your desk in one of the spare rooms, messaging your shoulders, "I have plenty for the two of us, you know it."

His words were sweet, genuinely. Muffled by your hair as he pressed his lips down onto the crown of your head. But you laugh softly at him with a shake of your head. "Don't start with that, Grealish."

He had laughed at your retort and left you alone to work again until dinner which he of course did not make because all that Jack can make is pot noodles or toast and cheese. Neither of those things had tickled either of your fancies, so it was takeaway delivered straight to the door that had you all but floating down the stairs when the smell wafted up.

Jack knew what he had in mind for after dinner. Something that both he and you would equally enjoy that would be very de-stressing for you too. That very enjoyable thing did not include you being on a three way messenger call with two of your closest friends from uni gossiping and talking about coursework while you finished wiping up the kitchen.

That's where Jack's patience appeared to come into play once more.

One might say he had been incredibly patient. He waited all day without trying to bother or pester you while you were working like he usually might and then he waited through dinner, waiting with the TV paused when you promised you'd only be five minutes wiping down the kitchen counters and doing the dishes.

And then he heard that god forsaken phone ring and his head tipped back onto the back of the couch with a silent groan. Then he waited another short while listening to you on the phone, not much involved in the conversational aspect than you were the reacting to the story.

The sight of you made him groan again when he walked into the kitchen after hearing a few moments of silence on your end, thinking that you might've finished the phone call. He was dead wrong, you were still stood with the phone help up to your ear as you looked out the kitchen window into the garden in apparent thought. You stop Jack walking up behind you in the reflection of the window.

He wraps his arms around your waist slowly, resting his chin on your shoulder with his head against yours. You lay the phone down on the counter with your friend continuing to tell the story about her boyfriend while you turned your head to look at your own pouting man. "Sorry baby," you coo softly, "Her and Will got into this messy fight and I-oh"

Your whispered words die on your tongue when you feel his move to your neck. Instinctively, you want to push him away but the feeling of his lips, soft and cold from the ice water he'd just been drinking, moving up the nape of your warm neck if just too good for even begin to swat at. "Give me two minutes to end the call," you murmur as quietly as you can manage into his ear, but you just feel a the gently grunt of his disagreement. "No no baby, you finish that call. I'll be right here."

"But Jack- fuck-"

"Better not let them hear you, baby." He lulls softly into your ear.

"You still there (y/n)."

You almost yelp in fright at the sudden call of your name through the phone. Of course you knew the call was still on but the speaking had completely gone blank to your ears, one of which Jack currently had his teeth nibbling at. "Sorry!" You chime, voice shaky, "I lost you guys for a bit there I was," you have to take pause to release a heavy breath in both an attempt to steady your voice and to expel the pleasure building up through your body as his kisses continue over you, "Moving room. Back now though."

"Are you alright?" One asks in genuine concern. You'll need to do a better job to keep quiet. "Yeah course. Sorry, continue."

They do just that, enveloping back into a conversation that is completely lost on your mind. Jack's hands are under your top, your bra long dropped to the floor. He can see your open mouthed, eyebrow furrowed look of pleasure in the reflection of the mirror as he moved his thigh carefully and slowly between your legs, rhythmically. "Ah ah ahhh," he tuts in your ear lowly, "quite baby, shhhh."

The feeling of his hard on pressing into your ass only fuels the fire burning in the core of your belly with each squeeze and knead of your breasts. He knows exactly what he's doing with the flexing and loosening of his huge thigh muscles pressed into you. You quite literally couldn't catch the moan that tumbled out of your lips with the friction he had created with his leg as he continued those precision targeted kisses leaving marks over your neck.

Both of your friends freeze and Jack is paused in all his movements as you clamp your mouth shut.

"Ouch?" Jack groans, biting down on his lip as he looks at you. His attempt to play off your sound only elicits more silence. "Jack's just stubbed his toe." You announce in an unceremoniously high pitch with an incredibly, almost unheard-of nervous laughter to follow while Jack tries with everything he has not to burst into laughter. "Gotta go, call you back tomorrow!" You yelp out, grabbing your phone from the counter with a frantic hand, "Those feet pay the bills after all!"

Neither of your friends get in a word in before your fingers have hit the big reg end button and turned towards the now very sly looking footballer standing so close that you can still feel the heat radiating off him, that thigh attempting to creep its way back in between yours.

"I'm so going to get you back for that." You warn. He sniggers.

"You will, will you?" He teases with a smirk, jutting his tongue out over his lips.

"Yeah," you say firmly, taking a step closer to him to wedge yourself back into the pleasureful position. "Not fucking today though, Jack. You'll finish what you started today."

He is very happy to accept his marching order, hoisting you up onto his arms with your legs tight around his waist as he immediately moves to set you on the kitchen counter.

"Not a problem, baby."

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Cabin Fever Part 2 {Drew Starkey}

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Cabin Fever - I hope you all enjoy it. There's a piece of me that feels like I could go on forever about this "trip". Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos (not smut this time, sorry)

Requested? Nope. I just wanted it. Requests for OBX are open, let's get through these next 4 days together..

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

It had been some time since Drew had heard a groan of frustration behind him on the trail. He stopped, turned on his heel, and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand as he looked over the bumps in the path to try and spot her.

"C'mon, Little Foot." He called with a smirk.

"That's not fair. I have big feet for a woman my size, and either way - I couldn't keep up with you if I tried." She whined as she made her way over the small hill, her hands cinching her waist to ease a cramp.

"Just a little further, Sweetie. Promise." Drew laughed softly as he reached forward for her hand as she sluggishly made her way down the slope towards him.

She extended her hand out to him and let him tug her towards him, and into his sweaty arms. He placed a soft kiss onto her head before he let her hand go and began to led the way through the trails again, the foliage around them bright and green.

"I thought we were going to play around in the hammock today." She breathed out as she knotted the bottom of her t-shirt and tucked it under, letting her mid- drift breathe.

"We will. There's something I want to show you first." Drew mumbled, a smile on his face as he watched where he stepped as he led them through an uneven part of the path.

She took long, careful steps after him - her eyes on her feet the whole time- as she gripped his hand as tightly as she could, Drew gripping hers back just as tight. He gave her a little tug the rest of the way over the slope in the path, just to prompt her, and pulled her close into his body when they reached his destination.

"Our cabin is just through those trees over there. See that smoke?" He smiled as he turned her body around, her back against his firm body as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Is it Rudy?" She grinned as she placed her arms over his, while her head rested back against his solid chest.

"I mean, it could be. But I think it's just the wood stove. Or maybe Chase attempting another bonfire." Drew replied as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her face.

"Oh my god. He was so bad at it last night." She giggled as she played with the leather band of his watch, her eyes scanning over the horizon of the little lookout he had taken her to.

"I think the fire he built was a distraction to get Madelyn alone. He made it badly on purpose." Drew laughed as he briefly took a hand off his girlfriend to adjust his hat on his head.

"So, does that mean it's your turn to make a bad fire tonight?" She questioned as she turned around in his arms, her hands pressed to his chest.

"I've never made a bad bonfire in my life. It's not part of the Starkey nature to make a bad fire." Drew smirked down at her, eyebrows raised.

"So you won't be building a poor excuse for a fire tonight as a distraction to get me alone?" She asked as she traced over the pattern of his shirt over his heart.

"I don't need distractions to get you alone." Drew grinned as he bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.

She breathed out a smile as she wrapped her arms around his torso, her head rested against his chest as they stood there for a moment. He gave her a gentle squeeze and a playful slap to her backside as he pulled away from her to begin leading her back the way they came, towards their cabin. Which he wasn't entirely sure was not currently on fire.

On the way back to the cabin, Drew decided to walk at a slower pace. Their hands laced together as they simple strolled back towards the cabin, the sun setting rather quickly with each of their steps. The air became crisp around them, Drew pulling her under his arm as they quickly made it through the trees and through the opening to their cabin.

"You guys made it back just in time to watch Chase fuck this up again." Rudy called from the edge of the fire pit, a beer in his hand as he watched with caution as Chase tried to set up the fire.

"I'm not gonna fuck it up." Chase mumbled under his breath as he placed two pieces of firewood against one another, his eyes incredibly focused.

"Stop! You're making me nervous. Move over." Drew shuttered as he took a few steps over to Chase and pushed him aside, taking over to build the fire.

She laughed as she watched the boys briefly wrestle for control of the fire. She wrapped her arms around herself as the sky began to get dark and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Starkey, I'm going to have a shower and get warm. I think I got bit by about a thousand bugs." She stated as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

"Alright, Sweetie. I'll be right behind you. This won't take me long." Drew grinned as he crunched up some newspaper and placed it beneath the wood he had placed in the pit.

She nodded as she made her way back into the cabin, immediately greeted by the warmth of the wood stove that was cooking their dinner. She took a deep breath in, letting the delicious smells of dinner fill her nostrils as she made her way back to their bedroom and the small bathroom connected.

She stripped out of her clothes, a shiver running through her body as she leaned into the shower and turned on the spray. The steam from the hot water filled the small room. She pulled back the curtain of the shower, stepped in and let the water of the shower warm her skin.

"Damn. It's hot in here." Drew stated as he opened the bathroom door, his voice loud over the shower spray.

"I'm cold!" She called as she stood in the shower, directly under the flow of water.

"Well, make room for me. I'm coming in." Drew laughed softly, his clothes hitting the floor. He pulled back the curtain of the shower, a smile on his face as she squealed when the cold air of the bathroom hit her naked body.

Drew stepped into the shower with her and under the flow of water. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close against his body to let his body warmth take over hers. She leaned her body back against his, her head resting on his chest.

"How did the fire turn out?" She asked softly as they stood under the shower spray, just holding each other.

"It's a beautiful fire. One of the best I've ever made." Drew chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face.

She mumbled a soft, "good" as she moved her face to the side so he would grant her the service of kissing her face a few more times. Drew happily obliged, his lips trailing from the side of her face, to her jawline and down her neck.

"Do you think there's time to lay in the hammock before dinner?" She smiled, her eyes closed as Drew pressed kiss after kiss along her neck.

"No. But I do think there's time to play in here before dinner." He smiled as he kissed her shoulder, his arms squeezing her tightly against him.

"We can't use up all the hot water again, Drew!" She laughed as she reached a hand back to twist his wet hair around her fingers.

"Well, why not?" Drew grinned as he removed his lips from her shoulder but reached his hands up to palm at her breasts beneath the warm water.

"Because last time, we stayed in the shower for almost an hour and a half and couldn't do dishes after dinner because we used it all." She squealed as his hands grabbed at her.

"I don't think it was that long." Drew grinned before his teeth grazed over her shoulder. He slid his hands down her body to her hips and gently turned her around to face him.

She stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer to her height. Drew pressed his forehead to hers as he held on to her hips, keeping her close.

Just as Drew slowly made his way to close the gap between them, about to press his lips to hers again, several loud bangs hit the bathroom door.

"It's barely been ten minutes!" Drew yelled back with a sigh, pulling his forehead back from his girlfriend's.

"Uh. No. It's not that. I killed the fire." Chase called from the other side of the door, his fingertips tapping against the wood.

"He killed the...what do you mean you 'killed' the fire?" Drew sighed as he pushed his wet hair back from his face.

"I tried to move the wood to make the little house like you said, and it fell over." Chase muttered.

"Oh my God." Drew groaned as he tossed his head back, then looked down at his girlfriend with apologetic eyes.

"Go. He clearly needs your help. But I expect some quality time in the hammock later, Starkey." She smirked before she placed a quick kiss on his lips, then turned her back to him to go back to her shower.

"You got it, Sweetie." Drew grinned as he got out of the shower, took one last glance at his girlfriend, then quickly got dressed to go and help Chase rebuild the once perfect fire.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - I'm sorry if it's too short. Maybe another one if there's interest? xoxo

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[fightxxmexxshiggy]

HOT DAY AND A TIRED MAN

This fic is dedicated to @lovelyladyraven for being my first ever paid commission.

Shouta Aizawa x fem reader

Tw:dangerous situation, breeding, OVERSTIMULATION

Word count: 3.5k

This was not how you had planned to spend your day. Your boss had decided that the roof needed to be cleaned on the second hottest day this summer! Of course you were the only one who had just finished up their task so he sent you to do it by yourself with a promise of sending the next available person up to switch with you soon. Instead you had spent two hours cleaning up dirt and shining the vents on a roof that no one but maintenance workers ever set foot on! Once you had seen how much time had passed you went to the door with every intention of stomping down the stairs and clocking out, not willing to do overtime just to clean a roof. But the knob wouldn't turn no matter how hard you pulled. You banged on the door a few times only to realize that one of the idiots that you work with had locked the door. Quickly you took out your phone and called the store phone no answer, then your boss's phone no answer, then you called the two other coworkers who had been working with you today. Not a single person answered you! You went over to the side of the building that looked over the parking lot seeing that all their cars were already gone from their usual spots. The bastards had left for the day and left you locked on the roof with no way to go home or even get water. You tried for another 30 minutes to reach your boss and coworkers only for them to start rejecting your calls. They did this on purpose. You went and sat in the shade of the roof door access and took a few calming breaths. You knew that they weren't going to come back until tomorrow and you also knew that they probably expected you to sit up here and cry waiting till morning for them to come and "save" you. So instead you looked up the number for the local fire department. Once someone picked up you heard a deep gravelly voice through the speaker. 

"Fire station 6 what can I help you with?" 

The man seemed tired and kind of put out but instead of apologizing for bothering him like your brain was screaming at you to do, you cleared your throat and spoke. You gave him a detailed rundown of your situation and explained that you would have called the emergency line first except your boss's wife worked the police directory and if he was locking you on the roof like this you were afraid that his wife would just not send anyone to help you. It was a small town and things like that were constantly looked over as long as you knew the right people. He hummed in agreement.

" That's sad but true. I know your boss and his wife well enough that you're probably 100 percent right about what they would do and how they would cover this up. They've done it before. Me and a few guys will be there in about 20 minutes to come get you down. Just keep calm and do your best to stay out of the sun until then we don't need you getting any more dehydrated than you already are."

He gave a quick goodbye and hung up. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that you had chosen correctly when you called the fire station. You sat in the shade and tried to put a face to the voice of the tired firefighter who would be coming to free you from your rooftop prison. Like a fool you had never asked his name. As you thought about it you started to get a bit lightheaded. It had definitely been too long since you had any water. The heat was starting to get to you now that your adrenaline had stopped pumping so hard. With nothing else to do you layed down as much in the shade as you could and did a breathing exercise. During your exercise you must have blacked out because the next thing you knew you were being carried down the stairs in a set of strong arms. 

The person carrying you was speaking to you but you couldn't make out what they were saying over the fog that was covering your brain. You knew the sound of that voice though. It was the tired firefighter but he sounded a whole lot less tired and a whole lot more angry. You really hoped he wasn't angry at you. Maybe you were too heavy and he was annoyed at having to lug you down the stairs. With a weak hand you reached up maybe to apologize somehow, but ended up cupping his cheek. His stubble felt funny in your already funny feeling hand. He stopped walking at the feeling of your hand on his face. You still couldn't open your eyes so instead you mumbled a garbled sorry and proceeded to pass back out going limp. The last thing you heard was the tired firefighter yelling at someone, maybe you?

You woke up again this time to the feeling of something plastic on your face. Opening your eyes was still a bit too much for you so you listened and tried to figure out what was going on. You vaguely remember the tired voice you had spoken to before you felt light headed and the feeling of being carried. As you listened you could make out the sounds of machines. Slowly you took stock of your body. You were sore and kinda warm but you could move a little bit. You breathed deeply, finally realizing that the plastic was an oxygen tube. You were definitely in the hospital then. After a few more minutes your eyes were in good enough condition that you opened them to look around the room. When you did you saw someone slumped in the chair in the corner. This was incredibly strange since you had no family in this town. Doing your best you cleared your throat preparing to ask who they were. At your sound the person's head shot up, eyes wide. 

It was a man with tired eyes and long black hair that was on the scruffy side; it easily matched the stubble of a beard on his chin and cheeks. He stood up definitely tall enough to tower over you even when you were standing up yourself. The man walked to your bedside and took a deep breath before speaking. 

"It's good to see you awake little one. I was beginning to think you weren't going to wake up. I'm the firefighter you spoke to asking for help when you were on the roof. I have a lot to explain to you but I'm gonna call the doctor in and have them look you over before anything else."

He called out into the hall after that and a doctor and a nurse bustled into the room within minutes. Your throat was too dry to answer their questions so you stuck to little nods and head shakes as they began to check your vitals and adjust your iv drip. Once they were sure you were stable enough you were once again left with your savior and no voice to thank him with. He came closer and pulled the chair along with him to settle in for your conversation. 

"So you've been out of it for about 3 days. You got sunstroke while you were on the roof and your boss had double locked the door to get in and the door to the roof which slowed us down in getting to you. Your boss and his wife and your 2 coworkers have all been arrested. It was your boss's idea though apparently he kept hitting on you but you didn't give him the time of day so he wanted to teach you a lesson. His wife had your name flagged so that if you had called for help it would have given a dispatcher a notification to ignore you as a false reporter. His wife found out about his interest in you and was planning on making sure you were stuck on that roof all night. Your coworkers just went along with it because they didn't want to deal with your boss's anger."

Hearing all this pissed you off beyond belief. They could have killed you all because you would be a man's mistress and the man's wife would rather hurt someone than confront her husband. He looked at your face and patted your knee knowing there was nothing he could say that would make you feel any better about this. You looked up at him and grabbed his hand and brought it to your forehead, touching his knuckles there before placing a kiss on them. You were kind of happy that you couldn't really talk just yet because the blush on this man's cheeks was well worth the dry throat. He poured you a cup of water and handed it to you. You gave him a small smile and drank it gratefully. 

Eventually you could speak some and the two of you formally introduced yourselves. He was Shouta Aizawa, the fire station chief and local fire safety instructor for this area. He hadn't felt right leaving you alone after he had gotten you off the roof and found that you lived alone in this town. He came off very blunt and serious but you could see his deep kindness in his actions. The doctors came back in, cutting your conversation short and making Shouta go back to his spot in the corner. After a few more checks the doctors cleared you to go home the following day as long as you had someone to watch over you for the next three days till your follow up appointment was. You frowned cause you did have any close friends who could do that for you. As you pondered over it you heard Shouta's voice over the doctor's. 

"If you don't have a problem I can have you stay over in the guestroom at my house. I was already on a temp leave due to watching over you here so it wouldn't be much different with you at my house."

This man with a deep whiskey voice truly had a heart of gold. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth you readily agreed. After you had been up a few more hours and had a little bit to eat, Shouta left with the promise of a freshly cleaned room waiting for you tomorrow. You fell asleep that night feeling more cared for than you ever truly had. You woke up again slightly disoriented and thirsty but in much better condition than you had been the day prior. It was early so you took your time shaking the numbness out of your limbs and getting back your bearings. The nurse came in fussing about you standing with calling anyone to be a catcher for you. She stopped fussing though when she realized that you were indeed stable enough to walk to the bathroom alone. 

Shouta had called the nurses station around 10 to let them know he'd be there by 12. With a few puppy dog looks you had a shower chair and an orderly who helped wash your hair and walk you back to bed. They had given you some hospital pajamas that you happily wore instead of the ugly gowns you had woken up in. You were clean and relaxed by the time Shouta had arrived to sign you out of the hospital. A nurse came around with a wheelchair and wheeled you down to the exit while the car was brought around. Shouta opened the door for the backseat but instead of giving you a hand to climb in he leaned down and scooped you out of the chair. Once you had been sat comfortably on the seat he shut the door leaving you with a moment to appreciate just how strong his arms were.

The drive to Shouta's home was relatively quick as is the way of small towns. His house was nice and seemed to be a cozy ranch style. After pulling into the garage you tried to get out yourself only to be caught up against a hard chest as your legs gave out the moment they were made to take your full weight. You looked up to see an exasperated glare. Part of your brain filled with chastised thoughts as the other filled with dirty thoughts. You really had to be better behaved when It came to your savior and benefactor but with him being so sinfully attractive it was kinda hard to do. Once again you were carried by the tired man this time into his home and deposited on the lone couch in his living room. He sat on his coffee table and faced you with a sigh. 

"You're really gonna have to rely on me for a few days brat. Your body is trying to heal and you pushing it as you just did isn't doing the process any favors."

You sighed and agreed with him. After a short conversation about a few things you might need from the store and checking about any food allergies he got ready and  headed to the store. You sat alone watching tv before clicking into his YouTube app to see what he watched most. A loud laugh burst from your chest as you realized that most of his watch history was full of cat videos and a few interviews with a local late night radio host. You watched the radio hosts videos thoroughly entertained by his boisterous personality. The next thing you knew you were being shaken awake by Shouta having fallen asleep with videos still playing on the tv. He helped you up and walked you to the bathroom and waited outside before scooping you up yet again. He was making it so damn hard not to think dirty thoughts when he kept carrying you around as if you were a small animal or something. Like sir the butterflies are in the stomach now but they will quickly fly south if you keep being so quietly sexy. A few hours later you were lying in bed when your thoughts finally got the best of you and had you touching your pussy as images of Shouta glaring down at you with his arms crossed showed behind your eyelids.

You had no idea how loud you were being as you rubbed your clit harshly, trying to get to the finish line. As you came you choked out his name. While you panted and came down from your high Shouta made his way back to his room quietly. He leaned back against his door and made a call before laying in his bed to jerk his very hard, very neglected cock. His brain kept replaying the sounds you made, the way you choked out his name as you came, how a satisfied little smile curled on your lips after you reached the finish line. He came with a growl, satisfied but not. He was definitely going to end up in trouble by the end of the week and he couldn't find it in himself to care. The following two days followed the same pattern, spending the day together and spending the night getting off to thoughts of the other in separate rooms. Though you were surprised to find that Shouta regularly walked around the house in nothing but sweatpants holding a full mug of coffee. On the fourth day you had become well enough to no longer need to be carried or walked everywhere. You were a little confused by Shouta's attitude as he had been glaring at the space above your head for most of the day. Finally tired of him doing this, you confronted him about it. You were not expecting his answer in the slightest. 

"I've spent the last three nights hearing you play with your pussy while calling my name, I'm hard enough to hammer nails and I can't get out any over this energy cause I'm supposed to be watching out for you. All I wanna do is fuck you till you lose your mind. me glaring above your head has been me doing my best not to seduce you like an asshole."

He said everything in such a deadpan manner that you couldn't help but laugh. Once you caught your breath you grinned at him and pulled your shirt off over your head. Sitting on his couch with your tits hanging free and your nipples hardening in the cool air you proceeded to play with them. You were immediately picked up and taken to his room before being dropped on the bed. Never let it be said that the tired man couldn't move fast as you were stripped of your remaining clothes before he stripped himself bare. He pulled you to the edge of his bed by your ankles and dropped to his knees, a fierce smile on his lips. 

"Been wanting to taste this bratty pussy for days. Bet it's as sweet as it looks."

His first lick was long. From your hole all the way over your clit. The squeak you let out at the feeling only made him more hungry. He spent what felt like an endless amount of time licking and thrusting his tongue as deep into your pussy as he could. By the time he finally gave your clit some much needed attention his chin was covered in pussy juice and your hole was fluttering as if it was seeking to be filled. Shouta teased you with a few small licks over your clit, making you whine and beg him to give you more. His arms wrapped around your thighs as he locked eyes with you and sucked your clit into his mouth. He sucked hard making you scream and thrash wildly. Your hands were buried in his hair as you squirted into his mouth. Your hips only stayed on the bed because of his strong arms keeping you in place. When he finally released your clit pussy juice was steadily leaking from your still twitching hole. 

"Oh did I break you already? You were so bold before and now you're just a mess. Think you can take my cock or do you want me to tuck you in for a nap."

The shit eating grin on his face was enough for you to pull his hair and glare at him. He sat up and shoved your wrists above your head to hold in one of his large hands. Slowly he worked his fat dripping cock into your almost too tight pussy. You whined and moaned his name as he finally bottomed out hitting your back wall. He stretched you more than you ever had been before but it was so damn good. Shouta started slow, one hand gripping your thigh as he ignored your demands for him to speed up.

"You're gonna take what I give you like a good girl or I'll just pull out and cum all over you right now."

That shut you up except for the constant stream of moans that left your throat. Just as you were finally getting used to being split by such a thick cock he changed his rhythm. Fast pounding thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs were nearly constant. You didn't have enough breath to scream so you sobbed. Your half words were incoherent except for "sho please." Shouta leaned down and whispered in your ear as his thrusts once again spread up. He bit your ear lobe before making you lose your mind. 

"Such a tight little hole. I can't believe I had the strength to ignore it for three days. I could have at least eaten it while you laid back and rested. God I'm gonna have you for breakfast tomorrow." 

The utter heat in his words threw you over the edge making you cum so hard you began to shake. He growled as your pussy clenched down on him. Shouta sunk his teeth into the pillow by your head before shoving his cock against your cervix and shooting his cum against it. As soon as he finished cuming he started to thrust again. No slow start this time, just hard pounding thrusts that made you wail in pleasure. It didn't take long for you to cum again but Shouta lasted longer this time entirely fucking his cum out of you before finally cuming inside again just as deep as the first time. 

He pulled out and laid down next to you before pulling you on to his chest. You both panted trying to breathe like normal human beings again. Right as your breathing evened out you heard a voice from the doorway. And looked up to see the blonde radio host trailing his eyes over the two of you.

"I told you you wouldn't make it till I got home sho."

[hoe-doroki]

Can I have a bakugou smut where he had just come home from a hard day and he needs to blow off some steam and the reader has been horny all day so she/they do whatever he says. Sorry if this was long, it's ok if you don't do it. Thank you 🙏❤

Omg, not too long at all! Seriously, for requests for me, generally the more details the better, especially for what kinks you may or may not like, because then I can better cater it to you! Since you didn’t specify, you’re stuck with choking, degradation, and exhibitionism, because I like them, oops. Sorry it’s taken me so long to write this—I’ve been so excited about it the whole time but…there’s no but, I just didn’t write it until now 🤷‍♀️

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, degradation, choking, biting/marking, slight possessiveness

wc: 3.1k

a/n: Thanks to @dymphnasprose for making this gorgeous banner for me!

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

You heard him before you saw him.

It was the ding of the elevator that was first audible from the dining room table where you were working on your computer. Then you heard the heavy clomp of Katsuki’s boots coming down the hallway, already painting a picture of a frustrating day on the job.

When he shouldered his way in the front door, you saw that he was still in his full hero uniform. The roots of his hair were dark with sweat and Katsuki’s ire seemed to have made it all the way down to his fingertips, where he was clumsily batting at his shoelaces. As if anger and a glare would force them undone quicker than a nimble touch.

“Rough day?” you commented, standing up from the dark mahogany table and walking over to your boyfriend. Your hands were on your hips as you looked down at where he was bent over in the entryway.

He grunted as he cast his boot off. If he were outside, that shoe would have been flung halfway down the block, possibly with smoke coming off it. Inside your home, however, even the angriest Katsuki could only manage an angry shove before moving onto his next obstacle.

You didn’t press for more. You just watched as the second boot came off and your boyfriend stood up, knees cracking. He probably hadn’t so much as stretched at the end of his shift. He looked wound tight in every way, from his clenching fingers to the tension scrunching his face.

“Fucking cops stole the villain from under my nose,” Katsuki said.

The kitchen was just a few steps away, so you filled a glass of water and offered it to him. He downed it in a few gulps and was probably just a couple measures of force short from breaking the glass as he smacked it back down on the counter.

“But they were captured?” you asked. “That’s good.”

“The only good thing about it is that now they’re the ones that have to do the paperwork,” Katsuki growled. “I told fucking five-head that if I’m not needed, I might as well come home.”

Five-head was the name Katsuki used for his manager—with a deeply receding hairline—at the agency. Fortunately, Katsuki had only let the nickname slip to the guy’s face…a handful of times.

“Sounds like a rough day,” you said as Katsuki took his gauntlets off, treating them with more care than he had his boots. “You know, I’ve been a little bit…frustrated today too.”

Katsuki’s eyes, piercing when outlined by the dark cling of his mask, flicked towards you, hearing your intentionally placed drawl immediately. “That so?”

His tone was suspicious. Maybe it should have been, by the upward pull on your lips as you leaned in close to him, stroking his arm, still hot and damp from a day on patrol.

“Yeah.” You pouted, making your tone intentionally whiny as you blinked big, round eyes at him. “Or do you not remember this morning?”

That morning had been on your mind all fucking day. Katsuki’s alarm had woken you up, as it always did, and after the ringing had faded from your ears, your body had honed in on a different sense. Specifically, the morning wood that had been pressing hard against your ass. The boner that you’d wiggled back against, moaning as you trailed your fingers up and down your boyfriend’s arm—not unlike you were right now. Katsuki had kissed you on the cheek, and then on the mouth, and you’d expected a quickie before work. You’d felt yourself growing wet at the possibility, your cheeks heating at his touch.

But then he’d pulled away and left the room before you could so much as whimper in protest. It was like he hadn’t even noticed. Like his dick hadn’t been the one to start it.

You watched the memory from many hours ago work its way onto Katsuki’s face. An eyebrow rose—you could tell even from under the mask—and a low fire lit behind his eyes. “That?”

You leaned into his ear, latching yourself around his side so that your thigh just brushed against his groin and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Always so fucking desperate for me, huh?” Katsuki rasped, grabbing your thigh with his gloved hand and wrapping your leg around his waist. “You’re lucky I’m not cooled down yet.”

When his lips met yours, they were aggressive, pent up. You could taste the salt of forgotten trails of sweat that had run from his mask down his lips. He smelled manly with it, and smoky from his quirk.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget about this morning,” Katsuki said roughly before digging his teeth into your neck.

“All talk?” you asked your voice coming out as a gasp.

You were met with Katsuki placing both of his large hands on your ass, pressing your core against his hardening length. The pants on his hero costume were loose enough that he had room to grow and tent—or he would, if you weren’t grinding down on him without any pretense hiding your desperation.

Then, he let go of you. His hands were gone from your ass, mouth abandoning your neck. Without his support, you stumbled back, looking at him in confusion.

Katsuki, however, was grinning at you, lips shiny and flushed pink. “Strip for me, baby.”

After Katsuki’s inadvertent tease that morning, you hadn’t been able to help yourself and had dressed a little sexier than usual. You weren’t going to let Katsuki ignore you this time around.

You took off your clothes piece by piece, your eyes lingering on the garments and then flicking up to Katsuki, taking him in as he unzipped his pants and pulled his fat cock out. He stroked himself until you were left in nothing but a matching bra and panty set. Both were orange, matching the X over his chest and the palms of the gloves he’d just slapped to the floor.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, taking a step toward you, hand never leaving his cock, “this is just what I needed.”

You were prepared to drop to your knees, stretch your mouth around that juicy cock, already glistening with precum right at the tip. Katsuki followed your gaze and caught your chin with just one finger, forcing your eyes up to his.

“There’s no need for that, sweetness,” he said. “Apparently, you’ve been patient all day. So if you’re a good girl and do what I say, you can have this cock right away. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” you said, nodding eagerly.

“Right answer,” Katsuki said, moving his hand to run his thumb under the band of your bra. His hand was feathering over the clasp when, suddenly, he snapped the elastic, earning a yelp out of you. “Now fucking strip.”

You removed your bra in a hurry, then your panties, leaving yourself totally bare to Katsuki’s roving eyes. Meanwhile, he was still dressed in the entirety of his hero costume, save for his boots, gloves and gauntlets. The spikes behind his mask were still in place, as was his belt. The only thing unusual was his thick cock hanging out of those black pants.

“Good girl,” Katsuki whispered. “Now be a good little slut and open the curtains.”

You stared at Katsuki for a moment. The windows took up the whole wall, floor to ceiling of your main living space. You lived near the top of your building—with the curtains open, you would barely be visible to the street, unless someone had a zoom quirk. But there were neighboring skyscrapers that would offer a view right into your apartment.

However, Katsuki didn’t have patience to spare today.

“I’ll go into our room and cum on my fucking hand if you don’t open the curtains.”

His eyes were stern, but not hard. Behind his mask, there was enough openness that you knew if you said your safe word he’d pull you into him, apologize into your neck just loud enough for you to hear, and make love to you slowly in missionary on your bed with all the windows drawn.

But this wasn’t a missionary kind of day.

You cocked your chin and walked past the leather couch and dining table over to the window. The curtains were drawn so that there wouldn’t be a glare on your laptop, but now you opened them, slowly but steadily. On your high floor, the afternoon sun was on the same plane as you. It was catching those late afternoon shades of bright orange that draped you in strands of golden luxe.

“You like that?” Katsuki asked when you looked over your shoulder, looking perhaps a little too self-satisfied. “You like everyone seeing what a slut you are? How fucking gorgeous you are?”

You could only moan as Katsuki came up behind you, catching your bare breasts in both hands and rocking his cock against your ass, just like that morning, but without the separation of your clothes.

“The thing is, sweetheart,” Katsuki whispered between kisses on your already bruising neck, “if anyone’s gonna see you like this, they’re gonna haveta see that you belong to me.”

One of Katsuki’s hands drifted back to his cock and slid it between your legs, through the stickiness that was already clinging to your thighs. He kicked your legs wider to make room for himself, thrusting between your pussy lips, forcing you to lean forward against the window for leverage. His dick dragged against your clit very intentionally, pulling groans out of you as your hips naturally rocked with his.

“So wet already,” Katsuki commented. “You really have been desperate for my cock all day, haven’t you? Did you touch yourself waiting for me?”

You’d thought about it. When Katsuki had left and you’d still felt that initial heat between your legs, you’d considered pulling out your wand and cumming against its rumbly, reliable vibrations. Your fingers had been itching for it, pussy craving the speedy finish it would provide.

“No,” you whined. “I didn’t.”

“Good girl.”

Your forehead fell against the window, eyes closed in the bright sunlight as the meaty head of his cock began to split you open.

“This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” you breathed, leaning your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he sunk into you. He claimed to be rewarding you for your patience all day, yet was going slow enough for you to feel every inch. You squeezed around him purposefully, trying to suck him in faster. He acted like he didn’t notice.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Katsuki said when he finally bottomed out. He sat there for a moment, kissing your neck as you continued to flutter hopelessly around him. Then he pulled out and rammed back into you in one go, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

Katsuki cackled, squeezing the meat of your thighs in both hands as he pounded into you. “Do you really think I’d do this for everyone to see if I was going to do anything less than fuck your brains out?”

All that powerlessness that Katsuki had felt at work was now being turned around into sheer might—metabolized frustration being taken out on your poor pussy. He hadn’t been able to capture that villain, but now he had you in his clutches. That unutilized strength was forcing your breasts and one cheek flat against the glass as he let your body have it.

“Katsuki,” you whined. “More.”

“So desperate and needy today, aren’t we sweetness?” Katsuki said, driving his hips forward even harder. You could feel one of the grenades on his belt smacking dangerously against your ass. It was like Dynamight had found you on the street and dragged you down a back alley to fuck while on patrol. “Lucky for you, you’re asking for something I want too.”

You’d riled something up in Katsuki. In a mood like this, he might use you, cream his cock deep inside you and let you think that he was gonna leave you like that for a good few minutes before finishing you off on his tongue or his fingers, or going another round. But it seemed as though you’d just managed to maneuver yourself onto his good side today. He wanted the satisfaction of you squeezing around him, milking his cum out of him at least once.

One of Katsuki’s hands crept up your side until it reached your neck, gripping around it but not yet pressing in. His lips were on your ear, biting your lobe before whispering, “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

The end of the word came out as a hiss as Katsuki’s thick fingers closed around your throat. His other hand crept to the front of your pubic bone, flattening the hair there as the tip of his pinky reached just above your clit. Intentionally not making contact under the guise of just being able to hold you closer to his driving hips.

Your face grew hot as Katsuki pressed against your windpipe, against the veins so that you felt your throttled heartbeat begin its desperate dance. As your breath grew short, everything became sharper. Katsuki’s cock hitting right against your g-spot suddenly hit less like sparks and more like a thick stroke of fire with every go.

“You like that, huh?” Katsuki taunted as he pulled your neck against his shoulder, his thumb and middle finger nearly meeting behind your neck. “You like me fucking choking you for the world to see? So everyone can see what a dirty whore you are?”

It wasn’t like you could respond with his hand that tight around your throat. You could do little more than whimper, the vibrations buzzing against the rough calluses on his palm.

“Heh, that’s what I fucking thought.”

The power trip only seemed to be stoking Katsuki’s spirit as he pounded you unabashedly in the window. You were bracing yourself with one forearm but used the other to rest on top of the hand he had just over your sex. You just wanted to urge him just a few more millimeters south. A few blessed moments of contact on your aching clit would tip you over the edge, you were sure. But Katsuki only pushed you forward, trapping your hand and his against the cold glass, condensation framing around your hot touch.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and so far from apologetic. “I thought it was this cock you were so desperate for? And here I am, already so generous with my hand on your beautiful throat. ‘S that not enough for you or something?”

It wasn’t, and he knew it. His cock hitting your sweet spot and his hand keeping you just on this side of passed out would edge you from now until eternity. It would leave you burning in your core, dripping down your thighs, and desperate to cum until your dying breath. But it would never have you squeezing around him, never falling boneless against his chest. Not if he didn’t touch you.

Just when you were giving up, just when you were able to focus on little more than your head growing light, your vision narrowing on the blades of orange light on the buildings in front of you, Katsuki’s last three fingers came together, threading through your fuzz before they swiped furiously over your clit.

You jerked forward so hard Katsuki lost his grip on your neck, allowing you to cry out full throated as your orgasm took over, crashing into you with more power than you’d felt in months. Air felt like water as you gasped, nonsense falling from your lips as your thighs shook and Katsuki wrapped his now free hand around your waist to keep you upright.

Your raucous orgasm had Katsuki was groaning too, barely leaving your cunt as the last couple thrusts urged his seed out of him, painting your walls before you were done quivering yourself. Your cheek was flat against the glass as Katsuki leaned his forehead against you, breathing heavily once his orgasm had washed over him.

“Shit, how’s a guy not supposed to bust when you do that,” he said, slipping out of you and placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “Clamping around me like a fucking vice and screaming like that. If the neighbors didn’t see you, they sure fucking heard you.”

You might have mindlessly apologized, if you weren’t still struggling to get your breath back under you, your own recovery taking much longer than Katsuki’s. You felt him leave your back, your eyes blinking open to see the translucent reflection of him leaving the window as the sun fell behind one of the city’s many skyscrapers.

A moment later, you felt a washcloth between your legs, swiping at the combined cum that was already dribbling down your thigh. The cloth slowly trailed up and you shivered when Katsuki softly swiped it over your too sensitive pussy. Then the washcloth was gone from his hands and he was on your shoulders, gently kneading out the tension there as you lolled your head side to side to stretch.

“God, I needed that,” Katsuki said quietly. “You alright?”

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you replied, your voice raspy but dreamy as you began your slow descent back to Earth.

“Course it was.”

You turned around, raising an unamused eyebrow at Katsuki’s smirk and then walked back over to the corner of the room to pull the blinds back in place. Now that your lust was receding, you had no interest in flashing your tits and wrecked pussy to the neighbors.

“God, I need to take a fucking shower,” Katsuki said as he started dismantling his costume, starting with his mask. He hardly seemed to notice as he took off his neck brace and then his tank that he was giving you the exact same kind of strip tease that you’d given him just a few minutes ago.

“A shower?” you asked coquettishly as you sidled over to the dining table he was placing his costume onto. “Might there be room for two in this shower?”

“No,” Katsuki answered quickly, placing his grenades one by one on his shirt so they wouldn’t roll away. He didn’t so much as glance at you.

“No?”

Katsuki looked serious as he kept his eyes focused on his task, bending down to unstrapping his knee pads. When he stood up straight again, his grin was devilish.

“I think I like it better when you’re frustrated.”

[prettypinkpuddles]

Sally Face X Black Reader

♡︎𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝙽𝚊𝙵, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟶’𝚜-𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶’𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚔....

♡︎𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

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“Hey! Close the door!” You squeaked and hid yourself from the burning brightness emitted from the opened door. A small shadow slid through the opening of the door and quickly shut it, the word ‘sorry!’ repeated over and over.

Your eyes quickly readjusted to the darkness and you saw Sal, holding his school bag and a gameboy.

“Hey, Mask Boy.” You wiggles your toes at him and he hummed. “Was school tolerable?”

He shrugged, opening his bag and pulling out an orange car and setting it on the floor. You smiled and reached down to it, rubbing your thumb behind its ear.

“Hi Gizmo!” You grinned at the plump cat and he purred and pushed himself into your touch. Sal chuckled and sat next to his cat and leaned onto your knee. He began rambling about how his day at school was, how boring classes were, Travis, and a new oddity in the school he discovered. You listened to him curiously, albeit getting a bit agitated about Travis and his infuriating antics.

“I’ll come to school with you tomorrow….” You mumbled. “I know I don’t go much anymore, just having you and Larry give me my homework and letting you turn it in, but I’ll go with you guys tomorrow.”

Sal nodded, holding his excitement behind his mask and simply saying ‘ok’.

“You’re smiling under that mask aren’t you?” You teased and he didn’t say anything, just a noise of embarrassment. You giggled and ruffled his hair, continuing with your game.

“Did you get a new character?” Sal asked.

You sighed, “Unfornately no. They just gave me a stupid 4star claymore.”

“Hey! Claymores are badass!” Sal defended with a happy tone.

“That’s why I’d be a bow or pole arm user. Light weapons.”

You scoffed playfully, “Like you could even lift one! I bet they weight like 60 pounds!”

“Nah, catalyst needs no weight at all. Just waving your arms around with attacks.”

“Is that why you main Mona?” Sal smiled, watching as you used Zhongli’s burst to destroy a bunch of fatui.

“Hey! Mona is gorgeous.”

Sal took hold of his cat, stroking his tail. “She’s also very mysterious.”

“Which makes her even better! It’s written in the stars!” You grinned and Sal rolled his eyes.

“Ninguang’s better.”

You began quickly mashing your buttons, trying to defeat the stupid abyss lector in time so you could pass. Sal began chuckling at your rising frustration and when you started shouting for Razor’s burst to recharge, he lost it, bursting into a fit of laughter. You got really close to the TV and began shaking the controller, unleashing a purple wolf made of electro at the hydro abyss mage.

“C’mon! Just dieee!” You groaned and kept slashing the oversized fluff ball until it disintegrated into red ash. The timer stopped and it showed you with two stars. You raised the controller in the air and smiled, falling back onto Sal and cheering for yourself.

“You really hate abyss mages, huh?” He smiled at you and you pouted, raising a middle finger to the screen.

“Fuck you, fuck ya daughter, fuck ya grandmother, fuck ya dead great grandmother. Fuck you, and all ya kids. And your ugly ass motherfucking black ass son!” You jeered at the teasing enemies, a great distain for them in your heart. Sal crawled to sit between your legs and watch you blow through the spiral abyss. He urged you to use your bursts at times and would cheer for you softly whenever you managed to gain three stars. He undid his pigtails and pulled his fingers through them, even using it’s length to try and distract you.

You played for hours, co-opting with Sal and Larry to fight bosses, help Larry with his trash character builds and unlock all the waypoints in his world.

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You looked at the school’s name hanging above it’s entrance with annoying and a twinge of fear. You didn’t even realize how long you were there until a hand intertwined itself with your left one. You looked at Sal, a smile coming to your face and you walked inside. You waved to Maple and Chug, seeing them at Maple’s locker with a a notebook and a pencil. You didn’t bother to stop at your locker, deciding to carry your bag with you throughout the day.

“Hey Y/N!”

You looked to Ashley who was putting lipgloss on in her locker mirror. She turned to you and waved to you, walking up to you and Sal. You smiled at her and the three of you walked to your first classes.

When you sat down, you heard your teacher make a hum towards you. You looked up at him and he lifted his chin.

“I was wondering when you’d return, Y/N.” He croaked, his neck turning to look at the door. “I figured you’d drop out.”

A few giggles came out from the corners of the class. You felt an arm on your side, telling you to let it go but you tilted your head with a shit-eating grin, “And I thought you’d be fired, yet we’re both here so..”

Your teacher narrowed his eyes at you, which only made your grin grow with satisfaction. He began teaching, mostly boring stuff about biology. The only problem was it was so boring you felt like sleeping, until a buzz on your waist kept you awake. You pulled up your phone and read a text from Larry, asking you to bring the ‘stuff’ from your locker. You replied with an ‘ok’ and continued to pretend to pay attention. Your imagination began to wander, thinking of how big Bowser must be. At least 9 feet, but that’d make Mario an Italian midget…. And peach would be like 5’7.

Lunch was okay, but you didn’t eat the school’s lunch, not after the bologna incident. You watched as Sal came up to you from his geometry class and sat beside you. Larry and Ashley joined you. Larry gave you a look and you pulled up a grocery bag to the table. Larry smiled wide and untied it, pulling out a container of Chinese food. Ashley gasped and asked how he got it.

“Don’t worry I got us all food.” He reassured and pulled out a box of tacos for Ashley and a container of sushi for Sal.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were going to school today.” Larry said.

“You’re good. I’ll steal you guys’ food.” You giggled and immediately snatched a taco from Ash. She made a face and it made you snort. You immediately covered your mouth of embarrassment, your friends laughing at the noise.

“It’s ok, it’s cute Y/N. I promise.” Sal looked at you with warm eyes and you nodded shyly, biting into your stolen taco. Larry handed you a piece of drenched chicken bite and you took it, biting into it.

“Yknow, we should actually go out for lunch. It’d be more fun.” Ashley beamed.

“Yeah but I don’t wanna hear a teachers mouth about us leaving….” You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“What’re they gonna do? Tell us we can’t eat?” Larry laughed at his words and Sal shrugged.

“This isn’t too bad of an idea… putting stuff in one of your lockers.” He said and you nodded, wrapping your arm around him and pulling him to whisper in his ear.

“On your birthday, I’ll leave some applesauce and pizza for you in my locker. Your favorite brand and shop, ok?”

Sal nodded eagerly, his pigtail bouncing with happiness. The four of you looked around to see some kids leaving for next class and you decided to do the same.

“Hey, shithead!”

Sal sighed at the aggressive voice and turned to see Travis, an aggravated scowl on his face. You rolled your eyes at the dumb bully and started to pull Sal to your next class.

“What the hell do you want Travis?” He said, rather annoyed at these interactions with the boy.

“You think because your bitch is here you can act all hard in front of her?!” He shouted, which made you a little pissed. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, what?”

“Travis, you aren’t even worth my time.” You declared and turned away from him. A set of heavy footsteps came rushing towards you and Sal, a hand shoving you to the ground and a few thuds landed in your eardrums. You saw yourself on the tiles, and Sal on his knees holding his mask. You stood up and stomped toward Travis. He had a nonchalant look on his face, asking you what you were gonna do, that you wouldn’t dare hurt him. You whipped your hand across his cheek, pushing him back into the lockers. You stared daggers at him as you helped Sal stand and walked him to another hall. As Travis tried to get to Sal once more, you stepped toward him and pushed him back again, a look of rage on your face was enough to tell him to stop.

You looked at Sal once you were around the corner, trying to see if he was ok, but he hid his face. His mask was clutched to his chest and his fingers did their best to cover his scarred skin. You peeled them off, telling him to let you look and he closed his eyes in fear that you’d be disgusted. You rubbed his jaw, blood forming on his bottom lip and a gross slit on it. You wiped it gently, fear of opening the gash or hurting your precious Sal. You eyed the bruised lip, decided to lean forward and give the blue haired boy a soft kiss. He looked at you with wide eyes as you smiled sweetly at him.

You put his mask back on mad began to go to your next class but he stopped you.

“Why’d you…. Why’d you do that?”

You patted his head. “That’s what couples do. We’re no different, Sal. C’mon.”

He nodded and the two of you quickly rushed to class.

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You heard the door of your room open and turned to see Sal and Larry walk in. You nodded to them and they waved to you.

“Did you bring my food?” You asked and Larry put a bag of sweets on your dresser. You thanked him and Sal sat beside you as you clicked away at your mouse and keyboard. He watched as you looked at the cameras, flipped your bear mask on and winded up the music box.

“Hey… heyyyy, get back.” You ordered as you flashed the red fox. Then your fingers fumbled to pull the mask over your head and a broken down animatronic appeared in your office. You gasped held your breath, throwing the protective mask on, but to no avail. You died.

You groaned in frustration and reached for the box of sweetness, grabbing a soft cookie and biting into it.

“Why do you okay that game? It’s so scary..”

Larry mumbled. You smiled at his comment, saying the game wasn’t scary and that Larry was just a baby. He tried to defend himself, saying that the game was scary but when you started up the game and he saw the shiny new chicken move to another room, he shrieked.

You laughed as he proved your point and kept playing your game, trying to beat the night and advance. You listened to Sal and Larry go on about their school day and you laughed as you kept your focus on your game.

“Did Travis do anything today?” You asked and Sal shook his head. Larry gave you a look as you reached for another cookie, asking if something happened when you went to school. You shook your head and explained what happened with you and Sal.

“That little…..!” Larry fumbled his words from anger and you waved it off, telling him to calm down and to drop it.

“That blond turd won’t do anything. And if he does, I’ll kick his ass.” You declared. Sal smiled at your words, thanking you for your help earlier. You turned and smiled at him, “I’m your partner in crime. It’s part of my job description.” You turned back but saw a bright blue bunny with rosy cheeks jump for you, killing you. You groaned in frustration, hearing one of Larry’s screams of terror. Sal chuckled and apologized for distracting you.

“Alright you dumb animals…. Let’s see what you got.”

[arrowflier]

hi arrow! can i get a fic of ian being jealous on a date (maybe someone flirts with mickey??) and mickey just loves it bc it makes ian all passive aggressive and bossy and saying 'my husband' 283949 times ❤️

Of course you can!  Or at least I tried lol, it got a little random.💖

That Green-Eyed Monster (is my husband)

They never had really gotten in the habit of going on dates, before. Not real dates at least, in public places where you could eat with utensils or sit side-by-side and pretend to watch the entertainment while you were really just watching each other. They had tried, but something always got in the way--the military, jail sentences, arrest warrants, pandemics, family emergencies--they just had shit luck, alright?

So when things got a little less crazy on the aforementioned fronts, they started trying a little bit harder. They had a designated date night, now. Sometimes they planned together, sometimes they took turns surprising each other with heartfelt (or sometimes comical) plans.

This time, it had been Mickey's turn.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked yet again from where he was blindfolded in the passenger seat of Tami’s car.  They’d usually take the ambulance, but Mickey didn’t want to stick out too much today—not in a place where an ambulance could potentially be needed.

“I still ain’t gonna tell you,” Mickey answered, but relented enough to add, “we’re almost there though, you’ll see soon.”

Sure enough, the entrance to the parking lot came up on the right, and Mickey swung in in that ridiculous little car.

As soon as Ian felt the car stop, he was reaching for his blindfold—not one of their good ones, just an old headband they had found on Debbie’s floor—but Mickey grabbed his hand before he could slip it off.

“Hey hey hey,” Mickey chastised.  “What’s the rush there, flash?”

“What, I can’t be a little eager for our date?” Ian pouted, knowing it would get Mickey to give in.  No matter how many times he tried to pretend that he wasn’t soft, Mickey always gave in to the pout.

He was right.  Gentle hands pushed the headband off of Ian’s eyes, which were immediately filled with the sight of Mickey’s own as the other man ran fingers through Ian’s hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

“Alright, come on then,” Mickey ordered, leaving one firm kiss at the corner of Ian’s lips before pulling back and getting out of the car.  “If you’re so eager, you get to pay.”

Ian chuckled as he let himself out and met Mickey around the front of the car.  “Why would I pay?” he asked jokingly.  “It’s your week to woo me, asshole, you get to foot the bill.”

“Foot the bill with your money, sure,” Mickey retorted, and Ian rolled his eyes as he automatically fell into step beside him.

“Our money,” he reminded his husband, getting an arm around his waist.  He was always surprised when Mickey let him do that—he said it felt awkward to walk with the jolly red giant suckered onto his side—but this time Mickey actually leaned into him.

He didn’t even notice where they were, outside a little building in the middle of nowhere.  He let go of Mickey to walk through the door ahead of him, fully intending to continue their playful banter, when he stopped still.

There were a lot of guns in this place.

Paintball guns, that was.

“Mickey,” Ian said slowly as his husband came up behind him, “did you bring me here to shoot me?”

Mickey just smirked as he swanned past toward the check-in desk.

“Maybe, hotshot,” he answered.  “You gonna complain?”

Ian shook his head with a shit-eating grin.  

“Hell no,” he declared.  “You better be ready for me.”

Mickey signed his name on a waiver with a flourish and took the gun handed to him by a worker, tossing it to Ian.

“Am I ever not?”

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Ian was having a blast, pun intended, as he shot the shit out of everybody else on the range.  Mickey wasn’t faring too badly either; despite being on the opposite team, neither one of them had managed to shoot each other yet.

It didn’t hurt that Mickey looked damn good, either.  He was completely in his element out here, taking guys out left and right with perfect marksmanship and even more perfect form, his shoulders barely moving with the recoil as he shot.  Half the time, Ian missed his chance because he was too busy watching him to fire—the other half, he didn’t even want to if it meant taking Mickey out of the game and losing his eye-candy.

Finally, a break was called, and everyone filed off the course while it was reset for the next round.

Ian grabbed a bottle of water from a long table near the building, guzzling half of it in one go before looking around for his husband.

He found him quickly enough, recognizing his back immediately even in unfamiliar gear with his hair all mussed from the protective helmet they had to wear.

But he did not recognize the man standing next to Mickey, raking his eyes over Mickey’s stocky build.  

The stranger was saying something, Mickey tossing his head back in laughter, and then a hand was on Mickey’s arm and Ian suddenly found himself at Mickey’s back.

“Everything good here, fellas?” Ian asked casually, standing a couple feet away.

“Fine, Gallagher,” Mickey said with a smile.  “Johnny here was just tellin’ me he could give me some pointers before the next round.”

Ian raised his eyebrows, glancing from Mickey’s face to the stranger’s and back.

“Pointers?” he asked, voice going a touch high at the end.  Who the fuck did this guy think he was, offering shooting pointers to Mickey fucking Milkovich?  He had gotten there just in time, it seemed, because there was no way in hell Mickey would let that insult slide.

“Yeah,” Mickey said.  “Says I need to work on my form a little, widen my stance, you know.  Thought I’d give it a shot.”

Wait.  What?

“I was just telling him,” the stranger—Johnny, though how they were on a first name basis already Ian had no idea—chimed in, “that I have a lot of experience with real firearms.”

“And I was sayin’ how much I admire a military man,” Mickey interjected with a smirk, “so I might as well let him show me some moves.”

“Mickey,” Ian hissed lowly, “what are you doing?”

Mickey didn’t answer.

“You ever shot a real gun, Mick?” Johnny asked abruptly, catching on that he was missing something but determined not to lose Mickey’s attention.  

“It’s like nothing else, dude, I swear.  The feel of that smooth metal in your hands,” he continued as he moved closer, lifting a hand to Mickey’s arm again. “The way it moves with you, goes off when you,” he leaned in even closer, and added in a low voice, “pull the trigger.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Ian��s head at this point.

“Nah,” Mickey was answering, “my guy won’t let me play with the real stuff.”

“Sounds like you need a new guy, then,” Johnny murmured, and Ian had had enough.

“He’s taken,” he cut in gruffly, moving to stand by Mickey’s side.  He couldn’t hold Mickey with the gear in the way, but he got a hand on his back, at least, curling fingers into the top of his waistband.

Johnny looked at him askance, and shrugged.  

“I don’t see a ring,” he pointed out, and Ian grit his teeth.  They had taken them off before starting, for safety, and he never regretting following the rules more a day in his life.

“Besides, who are you to speak for him?” Johnny asked.

“Oh, this is Ian,” Mickey introduced quickly.  He was smiling, the asshole, like some guy wasn’t trying to steal him from right under Ian’s own nose.  “He’s my—”

“His husband,” Ian stated firmly, and watched Johnny’s eyes go wide.  “His ex-army, ex-con husband.”

“Hey man, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, hands up.  “I didn’t know.”

Ian nodded, ready to let it go despite his urge to send the man packing, when Johnny insisted on talking again.

“You can’t blame me though, right?” he said with a little, nervous laugh.  “I mean, he looks so damn—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, too busy keeling over with his hands on his groin after Ian shot a paintball right at his balls at point-blank range.

—

Two minutes later, Ian and Mickey were racing to the car as employees chased behind them, yelling.  Apparently it was frowned upon to shoot someone on your own team, outside the course itself, during a break.  It didn’t help that Mickey had done the same right after, just for fun.

“Hurry up, you jealous fuck,” Mickey shouted at Ian as he fumbled with the door handle.  “We gotta get outa here before they realize I gave them fake names!”

Ian fell into the car, giddy with adrenaline and laughter.

“The fuck did you do that for?” he giggled as Mickey threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.

“Cause I knew you would do something stupid!” Mickey said, shoving at Ian’s shoulder with one hand when Ian just laughed harder.

Ian gather himself as they drove, and felt his heart-rate start to normalize after a few minutes on the road.  He held Mickey’s hand over the gearshift, finger rubbing over the spot where his ring should be—where it would be again as soon as they had a minute to breathe.  Then, just as he was almost calm—

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey gasped.  “We didn’t return the fucking guns.”

That set them off again, and they had to pull over halfway home until they could stop laughing and hide the paintball guns under the back seat.

Franny and Fred would love them come Christmas.

[imerdwarf]

Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

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