#wanting the code to run is vanity

[nottswitch]

need us having a guy over and hooking up with him while sister’s bf!theo is there and he can hear. how would he react?

꒰ sister’s bf!theo hears you fucking his bsf mattheo ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbating (m), implied unprotected p in v, implied creampie, hair pulling, cursing, mentions of cheating

a/n: well hi there. we’re fucking his bsf matty here, i hope you don’t mind. i’ve been waiting to write this for so long, and finally we’re getting to it, so buckle up !!

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the sound of music coming from of your room is pretty much a habit at this point. theo isn’t surprised when he hears a faint sound of some chase atlantic song, chuckling to himself – god, you’re annoying with this band, much like his best friend, who always puts them on when he’s on aux duty. theo places his spare keys on the small vanity at the door – he’s come to wait for your sister, who had to run some errands this afternoon.

but as he walks further into the apartment, planning to make himself some coffee in the kitchen, he has to stop and listen closer. the music is suddenly not the only thing he can hear. his eyebrows knit together as he starts to distinguish… moans? he’s never heard you moaning like that before, that freely and loudly. whenever you were with him, under his mouth and fingers, your sounds were always low, stifled, always under threat of being exposed. now… you were unashamed and loud as hell.

despite himself, theo starts walking in the direction of your room. he can’t help being drawn there, and he curses quietly as he feels his cock starting to harden in his jeans – you sound that good. however, as he closes in, he hears something else, something that makes his frown deepen significantly. another set of moans and groans, male. there’s no fucking way.

surprisingly, or not, the door to your room is cracked open. of course, theo is a weak, weak man, and he has to know, has to confirm his assumptions. as he peers into the crack, he nearly chokes on air. there, on your bed, you’re in a very delicious position, ass up face down, your hands fisting the sheets as a guy pounds into you from behind, his fingers firmly digging into your hips. and not just any guy – theo’s very best friend, mattheo.

fucking chase atlantic. should’ve been a dead giveaway.

theo feels a wave of pure jealousy wash over him as he watches his friend take you in a way that theo could only dream of. he’s gonna kill him, he thinks – mattheo is fully aware of everything going on between you and theo, and still, he decided go against every single variation of bro code in existence… he almost groans aloud, having to bite his bottom lip to silence himself. the scene in front on him has no business being this hot.

without really thinking, theo unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, his hard cock eagerly springing out and already leaking at the tip. his hand closes around the base, his breathing turning shallow as he watches mattheo grab a fistful of your hair to pull your body up against his chest.

"you feel so fucking good, baby," he hears his friend growl into your ear, thrusting deeper and eliciting a sweet, high-pitched moan out of you. theo grits his teeth as his hand starts stroking his cock, the rage he feels towards mattheo mixing with his burning arousal. precum drips down his length, his fingers smearing it all over, and he has to be slower than he wants to be in order not to give himself away by the slick sounds of him jerking off.

"my mate is a fucking idiot, missing out on all this." mattheo’s words make theo’s free hand curl into a fist, the desire to punch his friend overridden only by the pleasure he’s feeling as he starts pumping his other hand faster. he knows mattheo is right – theo has been the one refusing to fuck you so far, because apparently that would be cheating on your sister, and him dry humping you into oblivion every chance he gets isn’t. but this realization doesn’t make it easier; it makes it harder, in more ways than one.

mattheo’s pace inside of you grows quicker, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and at this point, the entire apartment. theo’s lips part as he watches your body move along with his friend’s thrusts, your tits bouncing up and down and making his mouth go dry. his cock twitches in his hold, and he feels his orgasm inching closer and closer with every moan you let out.

"you close, baby?" he hears mattheo’s ragged whisper, and your frantic nod is almost all it takes to bring theo over the edge. he can’t believe himself – he’s jacking off to the sight of his best friend fucking you, and he’s about to witness you cum on his dick. no wonder you will, he’s seen mattheo’s dick himself, it’s a goddamn fuck machine…

when your whole body shakes, and your voice grows hoarse from the pleasured moan you let out at your orgasm, theo can’t hold himself back – he spills into his hand, bracing himself against the wall by leaning on his forearm. the sticky mess of his cum seeping through his fingers is a shameful reminder of what has just happened – he jerked himself off watching his best mate fuck you. god, was it really worth it? the post-nut clarity is strong, and it only gets worse when he witnesses mattheo not even thinking of pulling out when he cums. this fucking bastard…

theo decides for himself right that moment that he absolutely needs to fuck you, his pride be damned – not like he has much of it left anyway. and maybe punch mattheo a couple of times.

au. more.

[bluebutterflytattooed]

GAME ON

Rugby!Sevika x College Roommate Reader

CHAPTER THREE

You had just finished applying your nighttime moisturizer when you heard a low, annoyed sigh from behind yourself.

You glanced over your shoulder to find Sevika lying on her bed, metal arm draped across her forehead, legs stretched out, her phone resting on her stomach. Her damp hair was messy from a post-practice shower, strands sticking to her forehead, and she was wearing nothing but a white ribbed wife beater and loose blue boxers.

The sight of her like that—relaxed, undone—was unfairly attractive.

You quickly turned back to your vanity, pretending to be deeply invested in you skincare routine. "What’s with the dramatic sighing?"

Sevika let out another long exhale, more over dramatic than the last. "I need help."

You frowned slightly, dabbing a bit of lip balm on. "With…?"

"Homework," Sevika admitted begrudgingly. "Stats. It’s kicking my ass."

You bit back a smile. You had never heard Sevika admit to struggling with anything. "And you want my help?"

Your roommate rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "Yeah, princess, I do."

Something about the way she said princess—all slow and teasing—made your stomach tighten in a way you did not appreciate.

You cleared your throat, shaking it off. "Alright," you said, standing up and stretching. "Let’s see what we’re working with."

Sevika scooted over, making space for you to sit on the edge of her bed. The dorm wasn’t huge, so the proximity was unavoidable. You could feel the warmth radiating off Sevika’s skin, smell the faint mix of clean laundry, soap, and something deeper—woodsy and warm.

You focused very, very hard on Sevika’s laptop screen. "Okay, show me where you’re stuck."

Sevika groaned, running a hand through her damp hair. "Literally all of it."

You bit back a laugh and pulled the laptop onto your lap, scanning the assignment. "It’s not that bad. You just have to break it down."

For the next twenty minutes, you walked Sevika through the basics, explaining things in a way that actually made sense. Sevika, to her credit, tried to keep up, even though she was clearly exhausted.

At some point, she flopped back onto her pillows, groaning dramatically. "I don’t know how you do this."

You smirked. "Because I actually pay attention in class?"

Sevika opened one eye. "Rude."

You shrugged. "Just saying."

She smirked, eyes flickering toward your desk, cluttered with makeup and textbooks. "You’re such a nerd, you know that?"

You scoffed. "I am not."

"You literally have color-coded notebooks and a planner with stickers," The woman next to you teased.

"And you have no organization at all," You shot back.

"That’s why I have you," Sevika said, voice low and easy.

Your breath hitched for a fraction of a second before you yourself to ignore whatever that meant.

Instead, you changed the subject. "What do you listen to when you study?"

Sevika stretched her arms above her head, considering. "Depends. If I actually need to focus, probably Frank Ocean... If I’m hyping myself up? Kendrick."

You raised an eyebrow. "You would listen to Kendrick."

She smirked. "What, you don’t?"

"I mean, I do sometimes," you admitted. "But I listen to a lot of Queen, Chappel Roan…"

Sevika tilted her head. "Okay, Queen is solid. I didn’t know you had taste."

You rolled your eyes. "Gee, thanks."

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. You leaned back slightly, stretching out your legs, your knee brushing against Sevika’s massive thigh. You pretended not to notice the slight touch.

Sevika’s gaze flickered toward your bed, and a slow smirk spread across her face. "You know," she said, "your bed looks like it belongs to a twelve-year-old."

You gasped. "Excuse me?"

She chuckled, nodding toward the pink fluffy comforter, the fairy lights strung up along the headboard, three extra fluffy blankets, the literal pile of stuffed animals.

"Do not come for my bed," you said, crossing your arms. "It’s cozy."

"It’s adorable. And childish," Sevika corrected, clearly amused.

You huffed. "Well, yours looks like a prison cot."

Your incredibly rude roommate shrugged. "What, you want me to throw a few teddy bears on it?"

You smirked. "I dare you."

Sevika chuckled, shaking her head. "Not happening, princess."

You rolled her eyes at her, standing up and stretching. "Your loss. Stuffed animals are great."

Sevika watched you for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. But then she just smirked. "Night, Y/N. Thanks for the homework help."

You nodded, slipping into bed and turning off the light. "Night, Sevika."

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That night, you had a dream.

A very inappropriate, very vivid dream.

You were back in the dorm, but something was different. The air was heavy, charged. You was standing in front of Sevika, close enough to feel her warmth, close enough to notice the way her eyes darkened as she looked at you.

Sevika reached out, her metal fingers brushing against your bare shoulder, trailing down your arm in a way that sent a shiver through your entire body.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" Sevika’s voice was low, rough. Almost scary.

You swallowed hard. "I—"

Before you could finish the thought, Sevika’s hands were on your waist, tugging you forward. Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel every hard line of muscle against your own soft curves.

Sevika leaned in, lips ghosting over your neck, breath warm against your skin. "I bet you taste as sweet as you smell."

Your knees nearly buckled.

You felt Sevika’s mouth trail lower down your neck, hot and teasing, and—

You woke up gasping for air.

Your heart was pounding, your skin burning, your entire body wired with heat.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the dream to disapear, willing yourself to forget.

But it was no use.

Because now, when you looked over at Sevika’s sleeping figure—her broad shoulders, her steady breathing, the way her wife beater had ridden up just enough to reveal a sliver of brown skin—all you could think about was how it had felt to have Sevika’s hands on her.

Even if it had only been a dream.

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The cafe was cozy, nestled between two bookstores on a quiet street just off campus. It smelled like espresso and sugar, warm with the hum of soft indie music playing overhead. Students occupied almost every table, laptops open, notebooks spread out, the occasional burst of laughter cutting through the steady murmur of conversation.

You sat across from Sevika in a booth near the window, your laptop open in front of you, a half-drunk strawberry iced matcha in your hand. You had thrown your hair up into an updo a few minutes ago, not thinking much of it—until she noticed Sevika watching you.

You weren’t sure why Sevika was watching you, but something about the weight of her gaze made your stomach tighten into knots and flood with butterflies.

You focused on your laptop, pretending that you weren’t suddenly very aware of Sevika’s eyes on you.

"So, where were we?" You asked, clearing your throat.

Your roommate blinked, as if she had been lost in thought. "Uh. Something about probability."

You bit back a smile. "Something about probability?"

Sevika smirked, sipping her incredibly boring espresso. "I don’t know, princess. That’s your job to figure out."

You rolled your eyes. "You’re impossible."

"And yet," Sevika said, leaning forward on her elbows, "you agreed to help me."

You sighed dramatically, clicking back onto the stats assignment. "Unfortunately."

Sevika chuckled but let you get back to explaining. For the next hour, you walked her through the material, breaking it down in a way that made sense, your fingers tapping against the table as you spoke.

Sevika wasn’t listening as much as she should have been.

She was too distracted by the way you absentmindedly chewed your bottom lip while you concentrated. The way your tank top hugged your figure perfectly, the soft golden glint of your necklaces, the smooth lines of your throat.

She definitely wasn’t thinking about the way you had lifted your arms to tie up your hair earlier, exposing the subtle curve of your waist, the sliver of tanned skin above the waistband of your jeans.

Nope. Not thinking about that at all.

You, on the other hand, were struggling for very different reasons.

Your mind had been a disaster all morning. Every time you looked at Sevika—really looked at her—flashes of last night’s dream hit you like a freight train. The heat of Sevika’s hands on your waist. The low rasp of her voice. The way her lips had felt, warm and teasing against your skin—

You clenched your jaw, pushing the thought far, far away. You were being ridiculous. It was just a dream.

Sevika caught you staring. "You good?"

Your face burned bright red. "Yes."

Sevika narrowed her eyes slightly, but let it go.

You wrapped up the study session about twenty minutes later, finishing off your drinks as students came and went around you two.

Sevika stretched her arms above her head, letting out a deep sigh. "Alright, nerd. I think my brain is officially fried."

You snorted. "I’m shocked you lasted this long."

Sevika smirked, leaning back into the booth. "You underestimate me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Do I?"

The woman chuckled but didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted her head slightly. "What are you up to now?"

You finished the last of your matcha. "Dance studio."

Sevika nodded. "Solo practice?"

"Yeah," you said, slipping your laptop into your tote bag. "I need to get in a few extra hours before I try out for the dance team next week."

Sevika hummed, considering. "Maybe I’ll stop by sometime. See if you’re actually good or if the school’s just desperate for dancers."

You gasped, scandalized. "I’ll have you know, I’m very good."

She smirked, amused by her indignation. "I guess I’ll just have to see for myself."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

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The dance studio was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you feel like you could breathe again.

You stood in front of the mirror, hands resting on your hips, your water bottle set on the floor nearby. The room smelled faintly of wood and sweat, of polished floors and effort. It was your second home, the place where you could let everything else fall away.

But today, your mind would not shut up.

You had spent the entire study session fighting off the most inconvenient thoughts about Sevika, and now, as you stretched, those thoughts slipped through the cracks again.

Sevika, lying in bed with damp hair. Sevika, watching you tie up your hair with that unreadable look in her eyes. Sevika, calling you princess in that low, teasing voice.

You groaned, pressing your palms against your face. "Get it together."

You turned on the music, hoping it would drown out everything else going on in your mind.

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You lounged on your bed, a box of Raising Cane’s resting on your lap as you dipped a crinkle fry into a little tub of Cane’s sauce. Jinx and Mel were sprawled out across your comforter, all three of you decked out in fluffy pajamas and matching face masks—Jinx’s was neon pink, Mel’s a smooth clay green, and yours a soft lavender shade.

"I swear to God, this is peak self-care," Jinx said through a mouthful of chicken tenders, licking sauce off her fingers.

"I’m telling you," Mel chimed in, stretching her legs out, "nothing beats a greasy fast food binge and skincare. Even though those things are not related, like, at all."

You hummed in agreement, taking a sip of your iced tea. It had been a long day, and a girls’ night was exactly what you needed—something normal, safe, and completely unrelated to…

You shoved the thought away before it could form.

Jinx, ever the instigator, tossed a napkin at your face. "So, Y/N," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Speaking of things that nothing beats, and no one beats this certain persons hotness-"

You groaned. "Nope. Not doing this."

Mel giggled, adjusting her headband. "Come on! You’ve been weird all day."

"I have not."

Jinx rolled onto her stomach, kicking her feet. "Babe. You so have.

You made the very unfortunate mistake of hesitating. It was a fraction of a second, but it was enough for both of them to pounce.

"Oh my God," Jinx gasped, sitting up. "You’re hiding something."

Mel gasped. "Did something happen?!"

"No!" You squeaked, your face already heating up and betraying you and your lies.

Jinx grinned. "Y/N."

"No."

"Y/N."

"I hate you."

Mel grabbed your shoulders. "Spill."

You groaned, tossing your head back against your pillows. "It was just a stupid dream, okay?! That’s all."

Mel and Jinx screamed.

"Oh, this is wild," Jinx said, bouncing excitedly. "What kind of dream? Did you have a sex dream?"

"I hate you both."

"Was it about—" Mel gasped dramatically. "Sevika?"

You shoved a pillow over your face. "Oh my God."

Jinx practically vibrated with excitement. "You had a sex dream about Sevika?" She squealed.

You groaned into the pillow. "Please kill me."

Mel giggled, grabbing your arm. "Tell us everything."

"I will not."

Jinx nudged you. "Y/N. You have to."

You peeked out from behind the pillow, your face turning a violent shade of red. "It was just—" You cleared your throat. "It was…her. And me. And she was…um."

Jinx and Mel leaned in, eager to hear more.

"She was, uh…" You swallowed. "Very…close."

They screamed.

Mel fanned herself. "Oh my God."

Jinx grabbed your wrist, shaking it. "Are you kidding?! That’s so hot."

"It was not," You insisted. "It was humiliating."

Mel waggled her eyebrows. "Or…was it revealing?"

You threw a fry at her. She scowled at you and ate it.

Jinx grinned. "Okay, okay, but like…objectively speaking, Sevika is hot. Even though she like, has this stupid rivalry thing with Vi."

You groaned. "Don’t."

Mel wiggled her fingers. "Doooon’t deny it."

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate this conversation."

Before they could tease you more, the dorm door swung open.

And in walked Sevika.

She was sweaty, her skin glowing from the gym, dressed in loose gray sweatpants and a very tight compression shirt that clung to every inch of muscle. She had her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her hair damp from sweat, and she looked unfairly attractive.

You felt your soul leave your body.

Sevika glanced at you and your friends, amused. "Should I be concerned about the screaming?"

Mel, being the worst, smirked. "Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing important."

Jinx giggled. "Nothing you’d be interested in."

You suddenly had the urge to die.

Sevika raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off, tossing her bag onto her bed. She stretched her arms behind her head, the motion making her shirt ride up just enough to show a flash of her abs.

You were not looking.

(Okay, you were absolutely looking.)

Sevika smirked, tilting her head. "What? You three gossiping about me?"

Jinx beamed. "Why? Would you want us to?"

Sevika let out a low chuckle, and oh no.

Her gaze flicked to you, slow and assessing. "Depends."

Your brain shut down. Sevika was flirting with you, which Jinx and Mel caught onto immediately.

"Oh my God," Mel whispered dramatically.

You could feel your face heating up once again. It’s like you had a permanent blush. You were still thinking about The Dream, and now Sevika was standing there, looking annoyingly attractive, all muscle and sweat and teasing smirks. You cleared your throat, gripping your drink a little too hard. "We were just…talking."

Sevika’s smirk widened. "Just talking?"

Jinx grinned. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Sevika chuckled, grabbing a water bottle from her desk. "You’re all so weird."

Mel hummed. "And you’re so sweaty."

Sevika took a swig of water. "Thanks, princess."

You nearly choked on air.

Jinx and Mel had never looked so satisfied with themselves.

Sevika glanced at you, something amused in her gaze. Then, without another word, she grabbed her towel and headed toward the bathroom.

The second the door shut, all hell broke loose.

Jinx grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. "She so wants you."

Mel screamed into a pillow, overcome with giggles. "Did you see that?"

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate my life."

Jinx cackled. "Oh, babe. This is just the beginning."

The moment you all heard the shower turn on in the jack-and-Jill bathroom, your friends pounced.

You had barely taken a breath before Jinx grabbed you by the shoulders for a second time, eyes wild with mischeif. "Okay, listen up. We are going to make Sevika fall in love with you."

Your eyes widened in terror. "Excuse me?!"

Mel clapped her hands together, grinning. "No more playgirl Sevika. No more random girls in your dorm. No more flirting with you and pretending it means nothing. Nope. We are making her obsessed with you."

Your mouth gaped open. "You guys are insane, and so is this plan."

Jinx ignored you. "Step one: We use science. Psychological warfare, if you will."

You groaned. "Oh my God."

"Shut up, you love us."

"Not right now, I don’t."

Mel giggled. "Okay, okay, so here’s the plan."

Jinx leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "First, we use colors."

You blinked. "…Colors?" This is about the craziest thing you’ve ever heard.

Mel nodded sagely. "Sevika definitely has a favorite color, and also a favorite color that you wear sometimes. You need to wear it all the time."

Jinx grinned. "We already know she loves when you wear navy blue. You should also test out black and red. Vi says that Sevika likes those colors

You covered your face. "You guys are the worst."

Jinx poked your side. "Next: you have to start wearing things that’ll make her suffer."

"What?!"

"You know," Mel smirked, "tank tops, little shorts, crop tops. Walk around the dorm in tiny pajama sets. Maybe a towel every now and then."

You gasped, scandalized. "Mel!"

"What?" She sipped her iced tea innocently. "Just saying, if Sevika is already flirting with you when you’re not trying, imagine what happens when you do."

You groaned, dropping your head onto Jinx’s shoulder. "I hate this conversation."

Jinx patted your back. "No, babe, you love it."

Mel nudged you. "Next step: flirt with other people."

You shot up. "What?" You exclaimed again.

"Jealousy," Mel explained. "She needs to see other people wanting you. It’ll make her crazy."

You hesitated. "That feels kind of…mean."

Mel shrugged. "You don’t actually have to do anything. Just be you. We both saw her at the party. She noticed when you danced with Jinx’s sister. She noticed every guy who flirted with you. She notices everything about you, Y/N. You just need to turn up the heat."

Jinx grinned. "Oh, and you have to start going to her rugby games."

You tilted her head. "But I already support her—"

"Not like that," Jinx interrupted. "You need to show up in something cute, act like her biggest fan, and make sure she knows it."

Mel nodded. "And you have to make sure she sees you caring about her. Ask about her games, check in when she’s tired, bring her coffee when she has a rough practice. Girls like her act all tough, but deep down? They melt when someone actually gives a shit."

Jinx snapped her fingers. "Oh! And you have to invite her to your dance performance."

Mel gasped. "Yes! Can you imagine? Watching you on stage? Looking perfect and stunning and untouchable?"

You bit your lip. "I mean…that would be kind of nice."

Mel grinned. "Oh, babe. It would ruin her."

You exhaled, shaking your head. "You two are pure evil."

"Thank you," Mel said sweetly.

Jinx sat back, stretching. "Okay, that’s the plan. If you follow all of this, Sevika will be wrapped around your finger by Christmas."

You chewed your bottom lip, mind spinning. Could this actually work? Did you even want it to work? Sevika was…Sevika. Complicated. Dangerous. Gorgeous. Annoying.

But also—warm. And funny. And thoughtful, when she wasn’t being a menace.

And lately, you had been thinking about her way more than you should.

You exhaled. "I hate you guys."

Jinx smirked. "No, babe. You love us."

Meanwhile…

Sevika stood just outside the bathroom door, towel slung over her shoulder, hair still damp. She had stepped out of the shower a few minutes ago, so she had heard Mel and Jinx planning

And she had heard everything.

She smirked to herself, leaning against the wall.

So.

You were about to start playing games?

Cute.

Sevika had been holding herself back for weeks. She wasn’t stupid—she knew there was something between them, something electric and alive whenever they were in the same room. She had flirted, teased, pushed just enough to get a reaction. But now?

Now you were going to start testing her limits?

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you just started.

Sevika ran a hand through her hair, her smirk deepening.

If you wanted to make her fall?

Then it was only fair that Sevika did the same.

Game on.

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oh my gyatt guys this is a long chapter😭 ALSO it has a title yay! i didn’t think that so many people would love this story, thank you!!

also oh my god finals are kicking my ass. if i’m slow with updates then that’s why!

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[alchemistc]

He likes occupying the same space as Tommy. It's - every time he looks across a room and sees him he just wants all the space between them to disappear. And - okay - yeah - Tommy has, like occupied space inside of Buck so there's - there's a little Pavlovian tic somewhere in the goo Tommy's smile can turn his brain into but also -

He likes the way it feels when they're side by side - naked or clothed - and Tommy arches his shoulder to smack it into Buck's. He likes the way his eyes dart, when they're breathing the same air and he's thinking about kissing Buck - which is a look he relishes now as much for the knowledge that he's about to be kissed as for the knowledge that he'd seen this look a half dozen times before they ever got to the kissing part. He likes the way Tommy occupies Buck's space - never overbearing but always close, close, close like if Buck asked they'd melt pieces of themselves and stick them together before everything cooled back down. He likes the way they can't quite hold hands without their arms brushing, and the way Tommy ducks his head when Buck exaggerates a flirty head tilt.

He likes a lot of things about Tommy.

He likes the way he grudgingly enters a gay bar because it's not really his scene and ends the night with a drag queens feather boa wrapped around his neck while he sings the Gaga parts of Shallow even if he gets a little pitchy.

He likes the way Tommy boops his nose, out of the blue while he's listening to Buck explain something that has no bearing on either one of them or the thing they're working towards together - still listening with rapt attention but also a little devastatingly charmed by Buck's rambles, of all things.

He likes the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs, soft and genuine, the way when he's really feeling it the ears draw back too.

He likes the way he sounds, that first time (and every time after) Buck found his prostate and he whined like a fucking siren.

He likes the way his face softens even when he's tired, worn around the edges as Buck flings a sock into his laundry basket and tucks his head up under Tommy's chin.

He hates the way Tommy shuts down every time Buck tries to bring up the future.

And it's not like - it's not like Buck isn't aware they'd sort of speed run some milestones. House keys swapped with the sort of flippancy you'd expect out of two guys whose schedules rarely lined up. A drawer in Bucks's loft for the clothes Tommy always left behind, because for some reason he liked to fling them over the balcony instead of stuff them back in his overnight bag. A toothbrush at Tommy's a month and a half in, which wouldn't be all that strange except for he'd gone out of his way to buy the same electric one Buck had in his bathroom vanity. The pin to each others phones, swapped and repeated until it was muscle memory and three weeks ago Buck had grabbed the wrong phone but he'd seen the lock screen of the two of them from their hike in Fern Dell and he'd punched the code in like it was rote before he'd even been fully awake.

Tommy'd hit a wall, though, the first time Buck brought up his lease. And it wasn't - Buck isn't always the best about understanding the shit going on in his own head, but he actually hadn't been going any particular direction there, it'd just been something to fill the lull that had popped in his head and -

Of course, when Tommy froze the fuck up Buck decided to poke at it like a particularly nasty yellowing bruise.

Kids - not his own, just the nebulous idea of them. (Tommy shifted to a conversation about cars so smoothly it'd taken Buck half an hour to notice.)

Marriage - not his own thoughts about it, just that Bobby and Athena had an anniversary coming up and man didn't it suck that Maddie and Chim never got the wedding they wanted and he'd gone to one once in Montana and it'd been in a barn and they'd had candles in Mason jars for their centerpieces before that was the thing to do. (Tommy booped his nose and scrunched his face and held out a ladle of tomato sauce for Buck to try and - son of a bitch he'd known it needed more acid and that Buck would get distracted with recipe talk.)

Homes - the idea of them. Tommy's century old ranch style rental and how it fit him, Bobby and Athena's hunt for a new home, how quiet Eddie's always felt without Chris there, and Tommy had spent an hour listing off all the things he'd fixed up for his landlady and the rent she'd been stubbornly stuffing back through his mail slot every time she found out exactly how much the labor alone for a full copper repipe cost.

So it's.

He's just.

He hates that he's about to do this, here, with his ankle hooked by Tommy's toes under the table at Micelli's when they're supposed to be enjoying six months but he's been on edge for weeks now and he's - God he wants this to work but if Tommy doesn't want to talk future then are they just gonna spend their whole lives stumbling into the next milestone? He doesn't want -

"I had something I wanted to ask -," Tommy starts, right as Buck opens his big mouth and blurts, "I want kids and that's kind of a deal breaker for me."

Tommy blinks.

Buck blinks back.

Not much better than Hot Chicks, as far as Buck is concerned. But Tommy's mouth quirks at the corners, and he jiggles his toes against the back of Buck's ankle, and -

Tommy blows out a breath. "Oh thank God."

"What?"

So he's -

Buck's confused.

"You've been fishing for months now and I thought you were..." Tommy grimaces. When he leans forward to reach for Buck's hand, his arms are tense and his fingers are clumsy. "I thought we'd gone too fast and you were throwing us in reverse and stepping on the gas."

"What," Buck says again, and rewinds.

Kids: where he'd tried to drop the bomb that there was one out in the world who already had half his genetic code and then blazed along to talk about how Chris was his favorite person in the world and Maddie had struggled with Jee and the whole foster debacle made him terrified of all the stress involved in state sanctioned parenthood.

Marriage: where he'd made some dumb joke about how many marriages ended in divorce and then reminded Tommy how much he hated the fact that weddings cost like a third of a years salary, and then told a horrendous anecdote about the way Eddie had asked Buck to come by one night after Shannon only to find him keyed up out back, with the fire pit going and Shannon's things still tucked into their plastic bag on a stool right next to it.

Home: where he'd told Tommy the house in Hershey was like a prison and he'd never felt more himself than wandering the continent trying to find himself and how the loft was suffocatingly open and of the two places where he always felt welcome, one had burned down and the other had been missing an occupant for so long it had felt sad and oppressive.

Foot in mouth Buckley.

"I brought up my lease and you looked like you were trying to figure out if you could hurdle three tables in one leap to get to the door."

Tommy groans. It's. Buck wants to be annoyed by it but he's charmed as ever.

"That - I did do that."

"So. I'm just. Tommy, I..." Because he's given himself time to think about it, since then, and he really doesn't want to re-up his lease but he's also not sure where to go from here.

"It wasn't what you're thinking, though," Tommy says, and there's a wry tilt to his grin. "Irene wants to sell me the house," he continues, and - there's got to be a point, here.

"Okay."

He likes that house. The lived in feel, the easy walk to a little public market where Buck can always find something healthy and Tommy can always come home with a growler of some new craft beer, the avocado tree in the yard and the renovations Tommy has spent half a decade on.

"When you brought it up I'd just spent two weeks trying to convince myself it was too early to ask you if you wanted to sign up for a mortgage with me."

Six months. A redo of their first embarrassing date. The wine, instead of pitchers of beer. I had something I wanted to ask -

"I want to be married, someday," Buck says, and Tommy's thumb skitters over his wrist. "And - the kid thing. That's still a deal breaker."

Tommy nods. Maybe not a surprise, but - still. That feels important.

"I still don't understand equity," Buck says, and Tommy. Tommy laughs.

"I can teach you," he says, and Buck swallows. He wants to call the waitress over, ask for too many canolli because Tommy's sweet tooth is a tyrant and Buck is still mystified by how he manages to always be so trim despite the amount of sugar he consumes.

Buck narrows his eyes. "How long a mortgage?"

He has a settlement from the city that's just been sitting around, mocking Buck for years. It'd make a good dent even with LA real estate. Tommy smiles. "Oh, 30 years, for sure, but we could refinance at least a few times."

"That's - a long time."

"Housing bubble might pop soon, and then we'd just be stuck in it."

"It's good we both have dependable government jobs."

Tommy's eyes crinkle, but his face gets serious after a moment. "Evan."

"Ask me."

Maddie's gonna fucking flip, Buck thinks. Eddie is definitely gonna give him a side eye. Bobby - Bobby will get it, probably.

Tommy hums. "You wanna share the tiramisu?" His grin is just this side of teasing, and Buck knocks a knee into his in retaliation. His eyes go soft and warm. "You wanna buy a house with me, Buckley?"

[rowdyluv]

summary: in which quinn and his girlfriend are already late for a nye party but her outfit pushes his limits

word count: 2.8k

warnings: 18+, possessive quinn, dark quinn, smut, derogatory language, “obedience training”reference, “teaching a lesson” reference, cat & mouse reference, basically 18++ MDNI, smut

© property of rowdyluv ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

Just as if it was the first time seeing Y/n time all over again, Quinn's heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the bedroom. The soft glow from the vanity lights cast a warm embrace over the room, highlighting Y/n's delicate features as she leaned closer to the mirror, meticulously applying her signature piece of mascara. Not being one for much makeup but insisting she needed her mascara to compete with his eyelashes. The sight of her, in that moment, was like a secret painting only he knew existed. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and love, were focused and determined, a stark contrast to the gentle curve of her lips as she pursed them to avoid smudging.

“Honey, were going to be late.” Quinn said softly breaking silence, careful not to startle Y/n and cause a black smudge somewhere on her face.

Without turning, Y/n replied, “I know, but I want to look perfect for you tonight. Besides, it’s New Year’s. We can be fashionably late, right?” Her voice was light and had a slight teasing tone to it.

Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle. She was always so beautiful, so perfect to him. Even in the mornings when her hair is a mess and she still has mornin breath.

“You’re always perfect for me, sweetheart. You dont have to try.” When she stood to face him, he choked on his own breath. The fabric of her dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves and the length of her legs. The neckline was dangerously low, hinting at the softness of her cleavage, and the hem. Dear heavens, the hem. It barely skimmed the top of her thighs.

Quinn felt a jolt of intense possessiveness run through him. He didn’t want anyone else to see her like this, not when the dress was practically begging for attention.

Screaming ‘rip it off me’

He couldn’t let anyone else see her in this dress.

“Y/n, babe, that dress is... it’s a little too much for the party, don’t you think?” Quinn asked, trying to keep his voice even and not betray the storm of desire and possessiveness brewing inside him.

She raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with it? I thought it was very New Year’s Eve.”

He strode across the room closer to her, his eyes glued onto hers. “It’s not about the dress. It’s about how much of you everyone else will get to see. How much they will see of what’s mine.” His voice grew deeper, a hint of his usual playfulness replaced with something more primal.

She took in Quinn’s serious expression, the way his eyes darkened, the set of his jaw. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier with unspoken desires. They often danced around their boundaries, playing a seductive game of cat and mouse, but tonight was different. This clearly wasn’t a game anymore.

“I’m yours, Quinn. I…I swear. Only yours. But really it’s just a dress,” she protested, her voice wavering slightly.

He stepped closer, so that their bodies were almost touching. “No.” He grunted. “It’s like you’re offering yourself to everyone on a silver platter and I will not share you with anyone. Not tonight,” he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek. “Not ever.”

With a firm grip, Quinn grabbed Y/n’s waist, pulling her towards him. She gasped as she felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against her stomach. Her eyes widened, and she looked down, then back up at him, her pupils dilating with a mix of surprise and arousal.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck for a split moment. His hands wonder down to the small of her back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her ass, and whispered into her ear, “Tell me you’re going to change, or I’ll have to take it off you myself. Teach you a lesson about being disobedient. Right here, right now, and we’ll be so late everyone will start thinking the worst of their captain.”

Her breath hitched, and she could feel her pulse quicken. The dress suddenly felt too tight, too confining, as Quinn’s words painted a very vivid picture of what could happen if she didn’t. His left hand slid down and squeezed at her ass.

“So? What’s it going to be?” He mumbled in her ear.

Her breath hitched again, and she swallowed hard, the taste of anticipation lingering on her tongue. “I’m not changing,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and defiance. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his body like a furnace standing so close to her.

Quinn's grip tightened around her waist, and his eyes narrowed, the hunger in them growing more intense. “Are you sure about that?” He breathed heavily, his eyes scanning over the dress that was driving him wild with lust.

Y/n nodded quietly. Unable to speak.

Quinn picked her up and tossed her on the bed. “Have you not learned how to obey me yet, sweetheart?”

Her eyes searched his, and she whispered, “I guess I forgot.”

“You forgot?” He laughs. “Or did you just want to be punished?”

Y/n blushes and bites her lip. She doesn’t answer, but her eyes speak volumes, the pupils dilating even more as she anticipates his next move. A thrill of excitement runs through her, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she watches him tower over her, his eyes burning with desire and a hint of dominance. She knows that she’s playing with fire, but she can’t help it. The thrill of pushing his buttons is just too much to resist.

Quinn smirks, the corners of his mouth curling up in a predatory smile. He leans over her, placing his hands on the bed, caging her in. His gaze drops to her chest, and he reaches out, his thumb brushing over the top of her dress, teasingly close to her breasts. "Looks like you're asking for it," he says, his voice thick with lust.

He grabs the hem of her dress and slowly pulls it up, revealing her smooth, luscious thighs. She tries to resist, but her body betrays her, arching slightly to meet his touch. His eyes never leave hers, watching the play of emotions - surprise, arousal, and a hint of wonder - that dance across her features. He can feel the heat emanating from her core, and it fuels him.

"This is what happens when you try to show everyone what's mine," he says gruffly, his voice low and intense. He kisses her deeply, claiming her mouth with a ferocity that leaves her breathless. His hand slides under her dress, cupping her sex, and she gasps into his mouth, her legs parting instinctively to give him better access.

The dress rides up higher, and he breaks the kiss to pull it off completely, tossing it aside with a frustrated growl. Y/n's eyes widen, but she doesn't protest as he stares down at her, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh hungrily. The room spins around her, a whirlwind of desire and trepidation. His hands move to the clasp of her bra, deftly unhooking it and letting the straps fall away, revealing her perfect breasts. He palms them roughly, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until they're pebbled and sensitive. She moans, arching into his touch, her body begging for more.

Quinn's mouth descends on one of her nipples, sucking and biting until she's writhing beneath him. The sensation is exquisite, a sweet agony that sends waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He kisses a trail down her torso, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake. His hands follow, his fingertips tracing the contours of her curves, until he reaches the apex of her thighs. She feels his warm breath on her, and she bucks her hips slightly in a silent request.

“Lie still or I’ll go to the party and you'll stay here until I come home.” Quinn tuts.

Y/n nods obediently, her body quivering with anticipation. He kisses his way around her thighs, his teeth nipping every so often, his lips sucking marks, leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes. He hovers over her aching, wet core and smirks. Her thigh muscles are tensing and untensing in an effort to keep still.

“Does the bad girl want my mouth on her pussy?”

A desperate pleading moan escaped her lips and Quinn didn't need to be told twice.

With a smirk that spoke of his victory, Quinn dipped his head between her legs. He teased her some more by blowing across her already throbbing clit before he took it into his mouth, sucking and licking, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body. Y/n’s hips bucked involuntarily, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Quinn let the movement go. He was already pussy drunk. The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for it all along. His mouth was a maelstrom of sensation, and she was lost in the storm, her legs trembling around his head.

His tongue swirled around, savouring her sweetness, the taste of her desire, before his teeth gently grazed her clit. Y/n’s body tensed, and she couldn't stop from screaming out. He knew exactly how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly.

Quinn’s hand trailed down to her center, his fingers slipping easily through her slick folds. He teased her opening for a moment, watching her squirm before sliding in two digits deep inside her. She was tight around him, the walls of her pussy clenching as if trying to pull him in deeper. He chuckled darkly, feeling her body’s response to his dominance, her need for him to claim her fully.

While his fingers worked her, his mouth returned to her clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub like a kitten playing with a piece of string. Y/n’s breath hitched, and her eyes rolled back into her head, the sensation exquisite. He could feel her inner walls tightening around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her, curling them slightly to hit that spot that always had her begging for more.

Her hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as she tried to keep herself from bucking against him too roughly. His movements were precise, measured, and the tension in the room was palpable, thick with need and desire.

Quinn felt her body tighten around his fingers, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants. He knew she was close, so close, but he wasn’t ready to let her go over just yet. He withdrew his hand, her cry of protest swallowed by his lips. He kissed her deeply, tasting her desperation, her need for release. His thumb stroked her clit lazily, keeping her on the edge, but never letting her fall over. His other hand made quick work of his belt and pants.

“You're going to come apart on my dick. Not my fingers, not my mouth, nothing but my dick.” He asserts. Kicking off his pants.

Y/n nods, desperation coating her voice, “I’ll be good, I promise. Just fuck me, Quinn. I need you inside me now."

Quinn’s eyes are hooded with desire, his pupils dilated with need. He spits directly onto her glistening pussy, watching as the saliva trickles down her folds. The action is crude, animalistic, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through her. He doesn’t say a word, just takes the head of his cock and uses it to spread the saliva, teasing her clit and slit with the broad tip. She’s so wet that she’s practically begging for him, and he knows it. The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, the scent of their desire thick and heady.

He positions himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slickness. Y/n’s eyes are locked on his, a silent plea for him to take her, to claim her as his. With one swift movement, he pushes into her, filling her completely, his eyes never leaving hers. Her body stretches to accommodate his size, the sensation of him filling her up making her head drop back in pleasure.

The initial shock of his entry quickly gives way to pure, unbridled ecstasy. Her inner walls clamp down around him, the tightness making him groan. He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that's both punishing and tantalizing. She can feel every inch of him, the roughness of his movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness of their union, and the occasional moan that escapes her throat. Y/n's nails dig into Quinn's back, leaving little half-moons in his skin, urging him to go deeper, faster. He obliges, his hips pistoning into her, their bodies moving in perfect sync as if they were made for this very moment.

"Who does this pussy belong to, baby?" Quinn grunts, his voice thick with lust as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her grip his biceps.

“Y..you!”

“Say my name, y/n.”

“You, Quinn! I swear.”

“Say it again, baby. Tell me whose little slut you are in that sexy dress.”

Her eyes widened, and she could feel the blush spreading across her cheeks. Quinn’s words were so raw, so demanding, and she felt herself throb against him.

“Quintin.” She moaned out.

“There it is. That’s my girl.” Quinn grinned. “Now, on your knees, ass up.”

Y/n complied, her breaths coming in short gasps as she positioned herself for him, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of nerves. This was a side of him she hadn’t seen often, and she liked it. Liked it a lot.

Quinn grabbed her hips, aligning himself with her entrance, and with a slow teasing thrust, he pushed into her from behind. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her body. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her orgasm building like a crescendo.

Y/n’s moans grew impossibly louder, echoing through the room as Quinn’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a symphony of desire that only served to drive them both closer to the brink.

Quinn pulled her up to be flush with his chest, a whole new sensation was unlocked and with the way her walls were tightening around him it was evident to Quinn she enjoyed it. The way he held her face towards him to watch her, how he claimed her, it was as if he did own her, and in that moment, she felt more alive than ever. His strokes grew erratic, his breathing ragged, and she knew he was close.

“Be a good girl for me and touch yourself.” Quinn instructed.

Y/n’s hand obeyed Quinn’s command, moving to her clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. The pressure of his cock deep inside her, the friction of his movements, and the feeling of his body against hers was too much. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami wave, her muscles clenching around him as she screamed his name, her entire body shaking with the force of it.

Quinn let go of her and pushed her back in the original position. He pulled out of her, he gave his cock a couple of pumps before he blew his load across her back.

The warmth of his cum on her skin sent shivers down her spine, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. She could feel it trickling down her back, a sticky reminder of their passionate encounter. Y/n looked over her shoulder at Quinn, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and watched as he stroked himself, his hand slowing after his orgasm. His hand went to her back and smeared his cum enough to write in it as if it was a canvas.

He signed his signature.

“Don't move. I’m grabbing something right quick.”

When the camera flashes Y/n knows he just captured his artwork.

“For me only, but it is a nice reminder I have you at home.” A sheepish smile cracks across his face. “I’ll clean you up now.” He reaches for the blasted dress and doesn’t think twice. He uses it to wipe her off.

“How nice. Makes a perfect cum rag.”

“Truth is Q, I only bought the dress so you could take it off me.”

[erwinsvow]

rafe leaves his car running, music still playing, when he comes to pick you up. he knocks on the door to your house twice, not even bothering to send you a message to come and get him since he knows you’re not on it—you’re probably applying the finishing touches to your makeup or spraying something over your styled hair. your mom gets the door, which is good—your dad isn’t always rafe’s biggest fan. he stays down there, engaging in polite small talk for a few minutes before going up the stairs to your bedroom. 

with his hand hovering above the doorknob, wondering how much time you still need and if the two of you are gonna miss your dinner reservations, he catches the sound of music blaring from your room. it’s not the usual stuff—the lana songs you play on repeat, claiming they’re rafe-coded or the oldies you listen to softly when you’re trying to relax. no, he can hear his music coming from your room, and more than that, he can hear you singing along. 

he stays like that, listening for a few more minutes, smiling to himself before turning the knob and stepping in. true to form, you’re applying another layer of shiny lip gloss, the sticky one that always makes a mess on his face and his dick.

“ak-forty to your livahhh- oh hi rafe!” you turn to great him, looking extra pleased as he comes over to your vanity and presses a kiss to your head while looking in the mirror with you.

“the hell are you listening to?” he laughs, but you can tell he’s holding back a laugh. “y’know i have the truck running, right?”

“smith and wesson…gang reppin-” you sing along again, before breaking into a fit of giggles. you finish applying your lip gloss and then set it down on the counter, adjusting your hair and humming along.

“am i a bad influence? is that what this is?” 

you turn to look up at him from your seat, pressing your hand against the collar of his polo and dragging him down into a kiss. he deepens it, wet and messy, swallowing your moan into his mouth and hand gripping the back of your neck, before he pulls you away. 

“you’re the worst influence. now my makeup is all messed up.” you turn back to the mirror, wiping the corners of your mouth and picking up your lip-liner.

“how long have you been recitin’ drake and 21?”

“you play it all the time!” you protest, half-heartedly. “it’s catchy. and it reminds me of you.” he smirks, taking a seat on your bed. 

“hurry it up or we’ll miss the reservation.” 

you roll your eyes.

“yes, dad.” you think he doesn’t notice, but he gets up from his seat and buries his head in your neck, gripping a tender piece of skin between his teeth and sucking hard. you feel it instantly, and uncomfortable wetness spreading in your panties and the familiar want tightening in your stomach. when rafe pulls away, there’s a bright, dark red mark on your neck

“rafe!” you whine, wiping the skin of his spit and observing in the mirror. your hand goes to grab the bottle of concealer already out, but he stops your wrist mid-movement. 

“nuh-uh, that’s what you get for talkin’ back.” he kisses your cheek. “now come on, i don’t wanna be late.” you comply immediately.

[unholywriters]

Partner's in Crime

╰┈➤ Summary: Han was always known for getting into trouble, no matter how good he did in school when you two went. After Graduation you only had little contact with him, but running low on money you offer yourself as a getaway driver, what happens when the driver happens to be the same kid who used to wear glasses? And along the drive you meet your ex who left with no explanation onto to meet him as your doctor years later?

╰┈➤ Pairings: Mafia Han x Male Reader x Doctor Lee Know

╰┈➤ Ratings: NSFW, Mature, Ageless/minor blogs will be blocked,

╰┈➤ Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive Language, Car Sex, unprotected Sex, mentions of Gangs {Venom}, Begging, mentions of violence, quick violent scenes, mentions of guns, scenes of car crashes, NO DEATHS, serious injuries, gun shot wounds

╰┈➤ Word Count: 20k

╰┈➤ Networks: @keopihaus @winerys-collection @ksmutsociety @cosyhomenet @k-vanity @mirohs-aurora-society

╰┈➤ Banner: @pars-ley

╰┈➤ Genre: non-idol au, mafia au, estranged friends to lovers

No one ever imagines themselves in dangerous situations unless their life has been filled with crime. And sometimes even they imagine trying to get out of situations and make a better life for themselves and get better, proving others wrong and striving to do better. But not everyone lives that way, some join the darker side and make a living only being known for their Cruelty and warnings about being around them. After all messing with gangs was something barely anyone could ever escape alive without something major happening to them. How does one get away from a gang and expect to live without being hunted? They say those who commit the most heinous crimes have the kindest hearts, their kindness finally drying up and showing the cruelty that slowly comes out with the mask.

Everyone slowly got to hear the name of a gang that was slowly getting control of the city they all call home. Some being in fear, others saying as long as they don’t get caught up in the drama they will be just fine. Living here and who knows maybe they could get paid better and finally live the way they want to. One of those people being Y/n, who was trying to get out of the small apartment he always called home but wanted somewhere else, somewhere with more space to decorate and truly make his own and not having to hear arguments or sex from the surrounding walls. Wanting to get home and just being able to eat and sleep, but sometimes things lead to another and someone is up stairs having sex or even having wall sex next to him. And sometimes noise canceling headphones don’t help.

But the only way to do so is by taking a risk to be the person he wants to be. So he took a chance, since the gang Venom was getting stronger and more spread out, they needed getaway drivers. Those who weren’t scared of having to pull dangerous stunts and get his men away safely and avoid getting caught by a police officer and get his rewards later in the week. All he knew was that the payments were high, higher than he was getting paid already, and if this was all he needed to get away and get out, he was gonna take it. Making sure his face remained hidden, and no one could trace him. Using decoy cars and doing as he was told.

Did he think he would ever get the job? No, he was truly just bluffing while looking for a higher paying office job. But he soon got a spare phone delivered to his apartment with a note in detailed writing, making sure Y/n understood the risk being taken in a life like this. But something about the handwriting felt familiar, but thinking on that would cause a headache from thinking about it for too long.

I was told to write you a welcoming letter since you’ll be driving my squad around. You can call me Ji, most people call me that under code. We handle grabbing people they could be just about anywhere, from public settings to their own homes or even airports. Trust me those are more fun and thrilling. You will be told to wear earbuds to hear everyone location in case we have to use different exists. For now, you can stay where you live but in the future, if you prove you won’t cry and break down seeing a dead body or two in the car trunks, you’ll get more access to group housing. Which will be hard since getting everyone’s approval is like trying to please every person on the planet. I look forward to working with you, as long as you don’t cry when violence and threats are being sued. Which is why you’ll be given earbuds and headphones so you don;t have to hear it. We kill all crybabies since the guilt eats them alive and they offer to turn themselves in for protection, which won’t work for you.

~ Your Squad Leader, JH.

Something about the handwriting was just striking as familiar while holding the phone in hand. Going into the contacts there were 8 numbers already placed with no pictures needed. Each with their own names and no messages being sent yet. And only a couple of music apps where Y/n could sign in and listen to music on the runs, but also the radio for their communications. Slowly blinking at the realization was slowly setting in, here he was with the chance some would rather freak out, panic and then regret their decision. But this was stepping into a choice of getting out of their tough spot, finally getting out and getting money, asking questions would lead to death and for right now Y/n just wanted out before things got worse. Besides who wants to stay here hearing moans at 3am that never seem to end?

Today was the first mission, Y/n received a dress code to wear, more like clothes sent to their door, with a mask and fully charged earbuds, a small bag and headphones. though earbuds were easier to hide and manage. This was it, the time for panic and worry was for later when Y/n was alone. After getting the clothes he received a text and a location. The location was where the car was with a description; the dress code was, so the others knew who to look for when waiting by the car. And he’d given a time, if he was late there would be consequences for missing their first mission. Not wanting to get on their bad side, Y/n got dressed and hid everything noticeable about him with what he had. Being told to save the mask for when the others ran closer to the car, each place would have their own separate car to get into where clothes would be handled and getting into those and losing every trace was crucial.

Being told to carry a small black bag and walk with only the hat on for the others to see and give him the needed information. So, he took some deep breaths before locking his door and making his way. Leaving his own personal items that could get tracked just like he was told and began the walk to his new life. The hard part was the streets, being busy as always with drivers and walkers being everywhere. But seeing the dark blue car with 4 other men standing around the car. One having his hood down and looking around, with a softer look with fake glasses on. But seeing the person up close from the last stoplight. Y/n almost didn’t believe who they were seeing. An old friend of theirs from high school, the pair would always try to do every project together, and even sit together at lunch and choir. Sometimes even trying to out-sing each other but it never went for long.

After graduation Their friend told him he could only talk through text, but those text slowly stopped. It was worrying and despite trying to get in touch, it never worked. And seeing him standing next to the car by the driver's side with the others standing near the backseats. Blinking away the thoughts and quickly walked to the car, Locking eyes with the man who leaned off of the car with his hands in his pockets. Meeting them closer and holding the keys. The mission was to talk to someone, more like handling a traitor and having to take them for a drive. But he wasn’t supposed to get much of that information. Not was he about to really help with a kidnapping and who knows what?

“You had about 2 more minutes before we would’ve had to made things harder for you. You know where we’re going, hm?”

Nodding his head, holding the one string while seeing the man hold the keys. Having to drive to a house and stay there around the corner, and after that they would have to drive somewhere and get the funds they were owned. Whether people lived or died it’s their issues, it only becomes worse when it’s too many people died.

“You’ll drive us to the house and stay outside with the car off. No one will see inside the car but do nothing dumb, there’s camera's in there and will catch just about everything. If we need to head anywhere else, you’ll get the update. You can handle some cop cashes right?”

“I’ve done street racing before settling for this, I’m not scared of running away from police when needed.” Seeing the man raise a brow with a smirk showing on his face, the man reached his hand out while leaning forward. “You can call me Han, just so names on the radio didn't confuse you. Now get in and start driving, I’m in the passenger seat, always.”

Getting in the car and starting it, looking at the address, earbuds turned on and soon following the directions given. Quietly listening to the conversation and others making jokes about who’s going to swing the first punch on the person first. Whether he was home alone or with guest, he would be handled one way or another and couldn’t wait for it. But trying to make movements and understand the conversation might prove to be a mistake and simply just wanted to sit there and give responses when he wasn’t asked about it. So he just sat there and kept driving to a decent home, the neighbors weren’t too close, but not too far. Being told to park further down the curb in case he tried to look out for the car.

Watching Han get out of the car with a smirk on his face, Y/n could only sit and watch, leaning back in the car seat while reaching in their bag, grabbing a candy flavored sucker and left it in his mouth, putting on his sunglasses since the sun was shinning bright in his eyes. He was annoyed, but what could one do? Who knows how the payment would go and how all of that was handled. If the pay was good, then maybe who knows what would happen, maybe Y/n could go back to doing something they always enjoyed or maybe even explored some more. After all going though races was always the fun part. It was something else by sitting here, being able to scroll through music and have fun just escaping. Though switching cars would be the hard part but there's nothing wrong with learning something new about the cars. Just as long as no car is too high and would be protected enough.

Sitting in the car, the music suddenly stopped to show another location, it was a bank. It was close to where he used to work before he quit but knowing he wasn’t going inside to handle anything. And even if he did, he’d keep the sunglasses on. With the car started, music playing while Han and the other two men threw in the shaking man in the middle of them. Y/n started the car and pulled out one earbud at the tap of a shoulder. Not looking over but raising a brow to show he was listening in closely.

“Don’t drive too fast yet, he just needs to pull some funds for us. You’ll park in the back while we go inside. If we need help the phone will buzz and the car better be started.”

Showing a smirk followed by a chuckle, y/n drove to the bank slowly. Putting the earbud back in and jamming to the song while arriving to the bank after going through the busy streets and parking lots. Y/n parked close, not too close but close enough while the other three got out, looking over to see Han staring at him with a tilted forehead but didn’t have time to ask questions. So he was quick to get out and take the others with him, Y/n watching through the tinted windshield as the man stumbled while the bigger man carried a duffle bag. Watching the man put in a code before going inside.

But since Y/n wasn’t sure if they needed to be relaxed or stiff in the seat. The car remained started, looking straight at the door while keeping the music, staring at the phone while adding some fast tracked songs before feeling the buzz. They needed to run, so the car was getting ready, the faint alarm going off, and seeing the three men come running out. The bag seemed heavier, but they were smiling while jumping in the car quickly. Before anyone could scream Drive, Y/n already given the location for the backup car. A good ways away from the back with a change of clothes for everyone else.

Starting the next song, and speeding off in a busy street, Han holding onto the top handle while seeing how calm yet fast they were changing gears and driving around. Making sharp turns, often hiding in parking spots while the cop cars tried to chase after them. He wasn’t paying attention to the excited men around him, just keeping the sucker in his mouth, the sunglasses covering his eyes from the blaring sun. And made his way to the parking garage they needed to go. Leaving the car running like he was told to and letting the others get in the 2nd car. The sound of sirens getting closer but he still took his time getting in the car and letting the others get changed. They needed to get away from the car, letting it be the only one there with a couple others. So instead of driving out, y/n took the car up a 2nd level and stayed there in a parking spot.

The others being confused before staying low while the cop cars raced up to the top, only to speed back down when they heard the getaway car was empty. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, softly humming to the random songs in his ears. Y/n waited before checking his phone for the drop-off address, as it was called. It was on the other side of the city, but he will take the drive if it meant he got some cash or payment from the first drive. Sure it didn’t have to be a lot, but it needed to be something then just a quick $100.

“How the fuck did they handle those turns and corners so fast? We got a street racer or something?”

“You’re asking me the wrong questions, you want me to tap their shoulder and ask or wait till we get there?”

“Han it’s gonna be a 30 minute drive just tap their shoulder, weirdo.”

Rolling his eyes, Han softly tapped their shoulder again, watching Y/n take out the earbud once again and rose a brow. Showing he was in fact listening to the conversation while making sure he didn’t miss a turn, since that would make the drive longer and unless he had a feeling cop were getting on them, he didn’t feel like going through it again.

“My friends have a question for you, speedy.”

“Shoot.”

Looking in the mirror to see the long hair male leaned over the middle, han still leaned over while waiting for his friend to ask the question. The car was mainly silent apart from the music playing in y/m’s ear and hearing the questions in the other. Though sometimes driving in silence with music is often better, but seeing Han like this, made them questions something. Not like bad things, but just some curious questions he knew there was no answers to this time. After all it looked like han barely even recognized them to begin with, what was the point of making it easy and giving him the answer right away? He wanted to see Han question before something else happened.

“You handled this car better than any other driver put to a test, are you a street driver or something?”

“I was, illegally. But cops shut it down and keep shutting down some good ones before I get there so. Why, never seem someone that good to get away from the cops before?”

“Please, most of them have the cars smelling like piss and tears before giving up.”

“What can I say, I like to ride.”

Moving the sucker some, Y/n got to the spot and parked the car in the dark parking lot. Softly humming along before parking the car with the help of two other masked men. Stopping the car before getting out of the car with the others. His hands in his pockets while watching the three men get out and count the cash separately while a fourth man joined them. Wearing a tucked in a shirt with black loose jeans. Nodding his head each time they reached a number. But it was clear the person hadn’t made it back alive, maybe trying something and forgetting that there were three people around him instead of one. Though it wasn’t his problem anymore, he just stood there against the random car while watching him count out more cash and handing the bag over. Before watching the fancy dressed man wave him over.

Getting off the car and walking over, keeping the hat on but took off the sunglasses. He looked up at the male, watching him hand out a couple stacks of cash from the already counted while han was there, kneeling on the ground just watching the two have a quick but swift conversation, well, not entirely quick.

“Hyunjin says you were a street racer, you got them back quicker then anyone thought. Is that true?”

“Yes sir, it was a while after I graduated high school. Didn’t last long.”

“That stack has about 2k, there’s an atm next to the drop-off car. One of them has to drop you off, making sure nothing happens.”

Keeping the snide remarks to himself, he took the money and bowed. Walking back to the car and grabbed his bag before walking to the atm, surprising himself by remembering to throw in his card in there. He entered his information while slowly adding the money, watching the low number slowly go up. This was enough to pay off some late bills and still have enough. Though the place he wanted was high, he was tired of living in an apartment complex; he wanted a house. Nothing too big but he just wanted one that felt right. Some suggested a townhouse, but sometimes those can be too much, not because of the space, but if he was going to stay in this life he needed a place for himself to handle things without others getting to be too nosey about his business, especially a landlord coming to find out where most of the money is coming from. So this would make the hunt easy.

Turning off the headphones and the backup phone, he walked over to the black car where Han was sitting, his head leaned back on the driver's seat while he watched Y/n sit in the passenger seat. Seatbelt on and the bag on his lap. It would take a while for the sun to set, but that would make it easy for him to pay off his bills before getting things cut off and his last months rent. Something he was excited about, or maybe to be safe two months, owning a house outright isn’t easy. Let alone trying to find places that don’t get checked easily as well.

Though the car ride didn’t feel tensed though, it mainly just felt relaxed while Y/n paid off some bills online. Getting the notification with each billed paid. He was happy the landlord accepted online payments for months ahead. He could get that through while he still searched for something new, but for now he wanted to see where this job would lead him. I mean after all who knows what could happen? He’s never had a crash yet, he hoped streak wouldn’t break by doing this for some more cash on the side.

“Did you ever plan this life out after high school Speedy?”

Han asked, driving past the green light while looking at the address Chan gave him. It wasn’t on the bad side of town; it was more so in the middle. But it was getting crowded there fast, and some people were ready to get out before things for worse. Not everyone has the weight to handle weird things going on and overall just want to enjoy themselves. Besides some food places are getting too crowded to even sit there and enjoy yourself without seeing someone rush in and take up all the seats and watch the staff get so caught up on orders they loudly sigh when it’s all finally over. Nothing beats when the place is finally closed and you get to go home and finally rest your body.

“Not really no, but things happen you know? But now I don’t gotta wait table’s and question how much am I gonna get. This, is way better.”

“I Take it you’re trying to get out of this little home of yours?”

“Why you want to hang out when you’re bored with work and need a place to hide?”

Leaning back in the car as han parked the car close to the building number, leaning back in his car seat with his hands behind his head. Looking over to Y/n who was making sure he had everything again, putting his hat back on and looking over, taking out the now empty stick and holding onto it and planned on throwing it away once he made it back home. Watching Han have a smirk on his face with a slight shrug, it was a thought, but he was enjoying how confident the person next to him was, not being tensed or nervous like they would die with one wrong move. It was a reliever and now being able to sit here and look around before having to leave.

“Eh, depends. Plus, if we need a hideout having your place would be nice, being here has too many nosey neighbors, thin walls.”

“Why you think I want out? Don’t you guys have your own places or is that something for later?”

“You can figure it out, if you can prove it. Get out and head inside, there’s people looking at this high car wondering who’s here. I’m not supposed to get out.”

Rolling his eyes, Y/n got out of the car and closed the door, holding up a peace sign while punching in the code and got inside his building. Throwing away the old stick and walked into his own complex, closing and locking the door and getting himself for bed. Making some food ready, handling the shower and getting himself comfortable. Taking his time while looking at his account, sure the bills and such took a chunk out of his payments, but if he kept this up he would be out of here sooner than he thought. Getting things slowly moved out, selling the old things and getting new things. But knowing it would be better to have some space between his neighbors would be good, but who knows what he would get while trying to impress the others, not entirely.

Some things always look better with a car next to it. Y/n got used to their schedule, but it was only with Han’s group. Han always being in the passenger seat while Y/n always brought an extra bag of suckers, and always wore a hat and sunglasses. Even during the days it would rain he always had on something/ But he’s gotten where he has one earbud in, talking to Han and the others unless he had to get away with a high-speed chase. Those were always the fun, though the last one had him in some hot water. Like he is right now. Not because he was close to getting caught, he did everything right. It was just him driving away, trying to get away from the police that seemed to never be giving up.

Despite hearing the slightly panicked screams and hands holding onto the seat, there was one chance Y/n had to get away. And that was a stunt with a ramp, other officers and the place closed off with other cars ready to take a crash. So taking the ramp was the closest chance they had. He could hear the screams of no while he took the chance, going high up and being in the air, seeing the police look shock when the car actually landed and he could get away to a separate place. Trying his hardest to get there, it was part of his job. Whether they got hurt his job was to get them home with their money or hostage in this case back to base and go home. Despite the rain making things harder to get away, Y/n was determined and had a mission in mind. With a smirk on his face.

He had to do a turn, pulling into an underground parking garage and hiding the car as best he could. Turing off the car and watched as the others ran further down to the actual car. Since parking next to it means getting in more trouble, but hiding in another tinted car. So running down there when hearing sirens getting closer, was the best part. Being near another exit and watching them run through and getting out, this meant the group would have to lie low for a while, probably being mad about it. But then again several things were going wrong with the hostage being more loose and the others being a little more confident than they should’ve been. This would’ve gotten them chewed out, especially since no one checked to see if someone didn’t have a phone or wire on them. So trying to get away was hard, but when making sure nothing was wrong, or on them anymore. They could get out and wait in the parking lot while watching the cars speed away when seeing the broken parking meter coming down and blocking the main way out.

Rubbing his face, the mask still hanging off his ear and his hat now a mess. Leaning his head back while slowly calming down. The hostage forced to be still while the main two kept him still and quiet. Han sitting there while rubbing his face while sitting there, time feeling like it was slowly passing while everyone seemed waited for a clear signal. It would take a while, but the exciting and yet terrifying part was over. Getting away before getting caught and having a shootout with the cops, not something he wanted to go through with and getting himself in more trouble. But he’s saved up a good amount, but moving seemed to be harder than he thought with a job like this. BUt he wasn’t one to take chances. He wanted to keep his corners cut and clean before anything else could happen.

“How many times have you used a ramp to do a fucking jump holy shit!”

Looking back at hyunjin, a smirk on his face while he shook his head. Slowly calming down as he started the car. Fixing his hat and mask while slowly letting out more relaxed sigh. “That makes it twice, and I’ve landed and got a double stash. Now we got to go.”

Glancing over to hand, who was looking at him and watching to make sure nothing was wrong. But y/n made it to the base, not the same one as before but a different one. But getting inside they met an anxious Leader who was seemed to be pacing around. Men standing next to their cars before everyone saw the bright blue car parking in the close spot. But something was different about this stop. While turning off the car and twirling off the keys. He looked over to Han with a confused and questioning look. Maybe he wanted to say something? Wanted to check on him while the other two were getting out of the car.

He took off the mask and moved the hat to the side. Turning over to face him, a confused look on his face before freezing in his seat. Han had leaned over and gave Y/n a kiss, his eyes were closed while he gave himself time to taste the bare taste of Y/n’s lips just for the thrill. Slowly coming down from the worrying high he was on despite knowing he was home. He had to take the chance, after all after this he would get in trouble. He didn’t care if he didn’t kiss him back, just sitting there and getting used to the natural taste. Softly biting their bottom lip before pulling away, winking at them before getting out of the car. He knew he had to handle his own situation while letting Y/n slowly get out of the car. Blinking while leaving the mask just dangling from his ear. Seeing Chan looking more focused and angry as usual. It was something else, the look in his eyes looked angry and concerned, he needed the report.

“What the hell happened. Was he tapped or something and you had to figure it out for himself?”

Han nodded his head, putting his hands in his pocket while looking defeated, but knew he had to take charge for this. After all that would make it less and he knew the driver wasn’t to blame, they did their best to get everyone back here safe and made sure no one was too hurt and the hostage wasn’t killed before they arrived. Watching Their leader look at him and slowly got closer, still leaving space between them, but he wanted to know the details. He knew it was bad when Han could barely speak about it, but he still had to make sure of something. This was going to handle something, but he needed to handle it.

“He tapped off some police on the other side and sent their own cars here. We got into a chase but Speedy back there got us out. After a lot of hard turns and spinouts, and a sick ramp jump, we didn’t lose cash, he didn’t get hurt, but that landing was hard.”

“And did he just have a wire? What else was on him? Did you trace it back?”

Looking back over to hyunjin, he was quick to hold out his spare phone and showed him everything. It showed the conversation being replaced with something else. The audio being messed up and the camera quality lagging with the location of the police station being shown. Slowly pulling up the profiles of the officers being assigned to the case along with the chief one. It was something else but everyone prepared. But Y/n was still just standing there, not paying much attention to the conversation and waiting for the cash. Sending all of it into savings while slowly coming back to the conversation. Blinking and keeping his own hands in his pockets.

“Nothing else, but we know we’ll have to lie low for a while till we can handle the north side. Lee know is still up there isn’t he?”

“He’s knows already. None of you can go up there to help, but for now staying low is the plan. No going anywhere with each other for at least a month.”

“So what if I wanted to move from my apartment? My lease is up next month, I sold off a couple things.”

Tilting his head to the side, he was in the clear right? The police don’t have any tracks of him. No ID, no fingerprint, no records. He’s clean in the eyes of the law, just having a few speeding tickets from being caught but nothing else could be used against him. He had proof of it and could recount each time if needed. But maybe him moving could help, it would throw people off depending on where he goes and making sure nothing else happened. But if they were all being on the hunt, hiding from hunters trying to survive. But this seemed to create an opportunity, since most gangs are on the outside of the city, meeting there and handling their deals and until Lee know and his squad can take over the main station in the north, things are going to be busy while he stays in the south to keep things settled.

“Hm, The cops don’t have any reason to look into you. Come with me and we can discuss it. You three, throw him in the shed till he gives what we need.”

Han Watching Y/n walk by, his hair being pushed back slightly while walking behind their leader. He wanted to go with but he knew they’d see each other again afterwards, hopefully but no one was keeping their hopes up. The two locked eyes for just a second as Y/n disappeared behind the black wooden door. Bring greeted with an elevator and going up. Chan standing there with his hands behind his back and staring straight, while Y/n leaned on the back wall with his legs crossed but his hands never leaving his pockets. The earbuds were turned off with the cord being wrapped around his neck, the phone in his pocket since he’s gotten used to using it for music instead of his real phone most of the time.

When the elevator came to the stop the two left while making their way down the hall. The dimly ceiling's lights before walking through the black office doors. The facing wall being nothing but black tinted windows to get a view of the city, not deep but from the outline, with the large office desk being on the right with a large wine display behind him with some books and his large computer screens. Walking over and gesturing to the large wooden chair while he sat in his comfortable chair. Logging into his computer with his fingers moving quickly before turning the screen over for them to see it. Having two screens makes things feel easier.

On the screen were houses he had access to that were move-in ready. Moving was a process going through with him, you couldn’t just move anywhere, he needed to know the location and the surrounding areas. If they needed a place to hide, it would be easier being somewhere no one would’ve expect to be. Most officers look for crowded areas with more crime rates. Highly anyone thinks of looking in close knit and friendly places with neighbors who don’t seem to report anything they find off, if you can pay some of them off. To was something else, but he knew this would better, giving Y/n great places while they were saving the money after working for the first month. The second month was going to be the last time he could stay in the apartment, since everything else was being taken care.

“These are houses I know are safe in areas I can trust and Visit without being worried. The boys plan on retreating to this one since their shared house has a pool and since I doubt that, you’ll want to share the place with them. Trust me if you thought you’d like noises to sleep you do not want to hear them screaming at 2am because their fighting over food.”

“Are any of them crazy big? Or are some just cozy small?”

“Use this mouse to look at each house. In this one right here is where the boys stay.”

Watching Y/n pick between each house, some having larger floor plans, before picking one, it wasn’t too far from boys, maybe making hangouts more easy for each other. But it had more to do, but there was a catch, if Y/n moved here they had to live here. Moving to any other place would mean coming to the leader, finding which houses he deemed safe enough, no need to worry about his enemies trying to cause trouble and create more scenes. After all living together with everyone and having to hear the nonstop yelling and such was not something he wanted to hear about for now. As annoying as it was, it was for their safety until they could handle more areas and not worry about it. Sure it was scary, but knowing they could walk around and not have to worry about getting caught too fast.

“What’s the fastest I could move into this one? Living with the dead end? Sounds like the best spot to pick, and there are things to do outside? I like it. Or is this being used for something I don’t need to be seeing as the driver?”

“It’s opened, most people hate it because they don’t want people using the driveway to turn around. Plus, there’s a lot to do inside.”

“Yet the house two places down from that, I take it that’s where the boys live since their names are on it?”

“They do, Just know they will try to come in and mess with you, is that okay?”

“More free movers for me. My lease ends at the end of the month, I’ll be ready by then.”

With a nod, he moved his hand in dismissal while turning his screen back. Watching Y/n walk to the door before it swung open. Hand standing there while wiping off some blood while holding a phone. Freezing when he saw Y/n still there. His wide eyes staring for a second while slowly blinking, some blood on his shirt while he saw Y/n smirk before stepping to the side. Taking off his hat only to put it back on, pulling out another sucker before looking at the two of them.

“I still got paid for that mission right? Your men couldn’t stop screaming for a while there.”

“You will with extra. Now han get in here.”

Softly humming while riding down the elevator, feeling their actual phone buzz and grabbing it out. Seeing the money pile up in his account and smirked about it. He wasn’t gonna just walk away from something like that and not get paid for it. After that jump and having to hide? Not to mention the endless screaming that never seemed to be drowned out despite having music on full blast to get better focus on the path and situation. Not to mention it was still raining outside. But it didn’t matter, things got handled and Y/n got paid. Why try to make things more complicated when money was rolling in?

Walking to the car, Y/n sat in the passenger seat and let out a sigh, closing their eyes and letting their mind wonder. It seemed to just play that quick kiss all over. No one told him to kiss him, no one made or even Pushed Han to do so. That kiss was something he wanted to do for a while, but something about it was Bothering Y/n. Han didn’t know who they were, he always called them Speedy and seemed very closed off with his high school days. Was he just falling for them now and not remembering the promise he made to never forget them? It wasn’t like Y/n could blame him for most of it though. He was caught in this world and had to go through who knows what by the time they finally split paths. Having to learn new things in ways no one should but if it keeps him alive and not just surviving, what’s wrong with that?

But it still realized the question though. Why did he kiss them? Was there something just from the high rush from escaping the police after such a close call? Was it the worrying if he would never see them again because of how late they were? Hell, would their questions even get answered right without having to worry about something? It was annoying, but what else could one really do? As far as Y/n knew, he was working his way up a ladder that meant death if he fell too far or made a wrong move. And living seemed to be much better if their mouth stayed shut and watched who go talk to and who to trust. After all, they all say keep your friends close but your enemies closer, nothing wrong with that now is there?

But their thoughts were cut short, hearing the car door open and seeing Han finally sitting in the driver's seat. He out a long dramatic sigh that got a smile from Y/n, watching han get his seatbelt on and starting the car, shaking his head hard enough to make his hair fly around. It was cute, also made it hard not to smile or laugh at given how he would make a noise while doing so. Like he was shaking off something and just glad to get it over with.

“See teh clothes change, had to fuck him up to get some answers or what?”

“Please, he got one hard punch, and he spilled everything. He was a snitch and got paid to rat us out, but with how fast we move? There won’t be much he has left. But he has to pay for it.”

“His problem, not mine. No one’s fucked because of that right?”

“Eh, not being able to drive around and do missions is punishment enough, not like he can make us do much we haven’t done before. Plus, you’re getting on his good side, boss man likes a person with a drive. Not too many questions and just a little cocky.”

“What can I say? I know my shit.”

Holding out a sucker for Han, it was just a random flavor while waiting at a stoplight to turn green. Watching the swarm of black umbrellas walk past while the two just sat there feeling comfortable, but they could feel something growing in the car. But trying to drive like this was the wrong place to show their feelings, to show anything really. And besides what would even happened or get approved of? Dating your group member while doing dangerous missions? Not exactly the place to be heroic to save them or anything. More so what would happen afterwards? Living together might cause something. But trying to overthink that would make things harder, annoying even since Chan would throw in things to make sure they were serious about each other, but not planning to run away. Since most people who start this life suddenly want families away from here, which only comes to bite them in the long run.

Han took the sucker and left it in his mouth, the wrapper staying in his hand since he didn’t want to just throw it out. But he wondered why always bring these two each drive? Doesn’t it get annoying when trying to drive so fast and worry about something in your mouth? What if you choke on it when trying to give warnings? Yet how does Y/n make things look so easy like it’s not even bothering them at this point? It was something he would always question but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. All he could do was drive and enjoy the sound of rain hitting the car and the wipes wiping the rain away. The music playing softly by the radio before going through the long drive to get there. It was relaxing, one way to relax before going to bed.

“You know the question I’m gonna ask by now right big guy?”

Turing into the parking space, Han turned off the car, letting the rain cover the windows while looking at Y/n, who was still staring out the rain covered windshield before turning to face him. Locking eyes with the dim apartment lighting, the two both leaned back in their seats feeling more comfortable. Y/n taking out the sucker slowly while staring at him. Seeing Han’s eyes flicker between their eyes and their lips, trying so hard to maintain eye contact. No need to rush a response, planning it out was the hard part. How does one not sound stupid when coming to confess something? But also what if it wasn’t even true? Being Fueled with adrenaline during a rush of a mission, and how does one even get through this?

“I know what I like, but it’s also too early to really do anything. I saw the chance and went for it.”

“With your boss and coworkers right there with the door open before I could get out? I know I’m hot but you’ve only see me in baggy clothes, a mask and sunglasses. You like the mystery behind these glasses?”

“I do, and I know there’s something pulling me to you. I’m going to find what it is and when I do, it’ll take my boss and Hyunjin to pry me off you.”

“Claiming me before anyone else at work can even get the chance? Bold move Mister.”

“Claiming you before anyone else even outside the job, I don’t share with others.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, Y/n leaned over and kissed Han on the cheek. Fixing his sunglasses and getting out of the car, closing the door and waving to Han as he walked to the door. Doing the same thing and watched him from the glass door. Inside Han was just sitting there, slowly blinking as he stared out the door before starting the car. Seeing the wipes push away the rain and just seeing Y/n standing there, their hat was taken off but their sunglasses remained on. He just sat there, holding the steering wheel while staring. He wanted to go inside, but he needed to hang low and get away before the others started bugging him to come home and would come drag him before anything else. So with a long dragged out sigh, Han pulled out the parking spot and started the drive home.

Y/n walking up the stairs to their nearly empty apartment, seeing the boxes being left with labels while he was deep cleaning every nook and cranny before anyone else could’ve come inside. Mainly before the landlord walked in trying to do an expectation. His place was good, he was using an air mattress to sleep on with a small pillow with nothing else. Using small noodle cups to eat out off since his pots and pans were in a storage unit till he could move in the house. IN the morning Y/n planned on driving over to check out the house, maybe it would be unlock but Y/n would send Chan a text before walking inside. He just wanted a walk through alone before anything else.

But that was for the morning.

Getting the Okay from Chan, Y/n took their own smaller car and started the drive. Getting the address and being told the key would be in the mailbox and the beginning at the long driveway. The music filled drive was full of song singing and screaming the lyrics. Feeling good about himself and finally getting out and being able to enjoy himself. Since they were having to stay low, they could be themselves without having to worry about cops or even neighbors looking over.

But they always kept the hat and sunglasses in case Han was home and looking out. Since the house was down and knowing how nosey everyone in that team can be, they would know when they're seeing a car drive down the gated street. Chan also texting them the code to type in and say into the speaker to get inside. Making it protected, something they liked but would get annoying coming back with groceries and whatnot, having to move everything here was going to be a problem, but maybe something could be arranged, it was mainly just picking out new things and what colors to go with. Having the okay to paint anything, the possibles were endless, but that was more fun. Having the freedom to paint anything, choose the outside layout and everything, it was excited.

Turing down the music and putting in the codes and slowly driving past the houses before getting to the last one, parking close to the mailbox and walking up and opening it, taking the key and driving further up the driveway and circling around to the front door. Turning off the car and getting out, Y/n slowly walked around the outside for the front, it wasn’t too empty, some bushes and stone pathway leading up to the front door with some fancy lighting. Slowly walking up to the door before hearing their name being called out with a questioning tone. He knew Han would come when they heard the gate opening. It was like a calling, who knew these two would be pulled to each other like magnets.

“Y/N? You got the house on the end? Thought I was going crazy when I saw your car.”

Y/n nodded his head, putting his hands in his pants pocket while watching Han jog up the driveway, wearing a black tank top with sweatpants. Showing off his arms more than normal. Seeing Y/n with the usual sunglasses but no hat this time, letting his hair fly free with the sunny weather.

“Yeah, I wanted to walk through here and check it out. Plan what I want for each room, I saw there was a pool in here with a bar, so I wanted to plan that out. You trying to join me or stand there looking sweaty.”

Wiping the sweat with the towel on his shoulders, Han smirked some before nodding his head, holding his hands in defeat but kept his hands up.

“What can I say, I won’t lie, besides I finished my workout set with Changbin. Hope you don’t mind smelling me through the walkthrough.”

“Just don’t stink the entire house, I don’t know what candles I want to use for a natural smell.”

The two letting out their own chuckles while Y/n unlocked the door and walked inside. Being greeted with the large living room with a view of the large kitchen, and windows showing the backyard where the pool layout was. It was something else. Taking off their shoes and slowly walking around, Y/n leading the way and just walking around, looking at the plain walls and empty spaces and walls. Walking around and debating what to get and how to plan it out. It was something else, and knowing that Han was going to be here, maybe the others could be there to help move in things? At least that’s what Y/n planned on doing anyway, why hire movers when he knows Han is going to use that as an excuse to move things inside? Getting the biggest truck he could get his hands on and help move things and set.

“What are you thinking about? At least concept wise?”

“For down here? Just relaxing. Nothing too bold, the kitchen is gonna be fancy, I plan on doing a lot in there. But the rooms are all upstairs so I want to check those out, I know my room is going to be a mixture of red and black, if not that, there might be some blues, fancy things in there.”

“There’s a room with a balcony facing the street, maybe that can be your room?”

“Trying to see me in a robe buck naked to jerk off to back there?”

“Hey, I have manners not to peak inside. I’d come over to see that. With permission of course.”

“Uh huh, come on lover boy.”

Walking the spiral staircase, to look into each room, there were 4 bedrooms in total. The big one had it’s own attachments, large closet, its own bathroom with a sunk in tub with some speakers to play some music. This one needed some large things, maybe a large bed, some fluffy rugs on the sides and some seats around the windows. Curtains and a setup to play some games, but that would all depend on if there was a theater room, just sitting there and watching movies and playing games, getting along and whatnot, it was something else. But maybe Han could go with them and plan it out. Maybe making it a date in Han’s eyes since he would enjoy that. Everyone knew he would.

“What colors were you thinking of using?”

“Hm, well you guys have to lie low, I can go get some pain checked out and look for it. Unless you can find a way getting past it.”

“Come with me, I got something for that.”

Raising a brow, Y/n followed outside and locked the house, following behind still and getting to Han’s house. His house wasn’t too bad, some things being left out but they would get cleaned later. For now he needed to get himself together. After all, he smells, and he doesn’t want that to ruin anything, so he planned on taking a shower really quickly and getting dressed, but Hyunjin was over just being a mess in Han’s kitchen, stealing some food because he didn’t feel like cleaning his own dishes. Everyone having keys to everyone house and being allowed to walk in, but only when the others were home or it was an emergency.

“Give me like, 20 minutes to get ready and I’ll drive you. Hyunjin is here- HEY HYUN, WE HAVE GUEST OVER BEHAVE.”

Seeing Hyunjin peak from the kitchen, waving while eating some food. Covering his mouth and saying hello and to come join him in the kitchen while they waited. Han was quick to run upstairs and get himself ready. He had to put his best self on and prove he can wear something else and still be under cover and not getting caught. Yet the other two were just sitting in the kitchen and eating some left over pancakes Han made earlier before knowing he was having guest over. At least not so early in the morning. But the two of them were just having a conversation.

“I have to ask, how did you get this man's head over heels? He hates moving after an hour workout with Changbin.”

“I truthfully don’t have an answer for you. All I really did was have a sucker, and drive around. Maybe he got curious what’s under my sunglasses.”

“You have that man over there running the moment he got to put his weights down. He ran outside just to get there before you walked inside.”

Taking a bite with a nod, Y/n was showing a smirk, he knew he had Han wrapped around his fingers but not like this. But it was still interesting, seeing. H man from a dangerous and growing mafia fold over a driver. I wonder are you gonna date him?”

“He has something to figure out something before that, but I’m not opposed to it. But even then I want to wait a while and get used to this life. Can’t start dating when I’m brand new in the game, that’s like walking into a locker room only to see naked men.”

Letting out a loud belly laugh, Hyunjin fell on the table while Y/n sat down their cup and started laughing. Han still getting ready while putting on some loose clothes with his shirt tucked in, wearing a bracelet and watch, spraying some cologne before walking downstairs with his shoes in hand. Hearing the laughter and tilting his head, walking down his long staircase before leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One of his backup phones in his pocket while holding up his own pair of sunglasses, after all he had to match with his crush now didn’t he?

At first Han wanted to question but sometimes asking questions would lead to something else, and he just wanted to take them to get some colors before fully moving inside their new house. But seeing that Han was ready, his shirt showing some of his chest, and overall feeling confident. Getting up after taking their last sip and walked over to him, looking at his outfit and giving it a smell. Nodding his head just a little but mad he didn’t bring any suckers for the car ride or just to tease Han yet. Maybe they could buy some driving around for a while. But the place they were going too wasn’t too busy, and the owners and employees know him and would do their best to get the pair out in case any police walked inside trying to ask too many questions or they were trying to walk away.

“Got all dressed up for me in fifteen minutes? I feel special.”

“Uh huh, come on speedy, you can pick all the colors you want.”

Waving to hyunjin, who was coming down and gave them a smirking look while they walked to the garage, getting inside han’s black car and starting the car. Giving Y/n the phone to pick whatever song he wanted while he drove. Watching Y/n get comfortable in the car and just scroll through the random playlist Han had. Picking a song just to get the car something while feeling relaxed. Not going too far into the city, but it was still a drive back home. But that was the fun part, making it into a fun little date whenever they could and just going with it to see where it would.

He didn’t bring a crazy expensive car, and parking the car just a little farther from the door. Han helped them get out before walking inside the store, smelling the mixture if paints and just slowly following behind Y/n, who still had on their sunglasses while walking around. Looking at some colors while trying to think of what they wanted, maybe hiring a painter who could get inside and make their vision come to life, or do it alone. But given how fast time would fly when working hard, who knows what would happen? It was something else but who knew what was going to happen when walking around?

Each room would have their own style and vibe to it, with the hallway trying to pull it all together or make it a surprise when walking into a room. But sometimes finding the right color would be harder than most, since he was also looking at countertops for the kitchen and back splash, trying to imagine things while asking Han for his input. Needing some outside input from someone trusted would make it better. It was more helpful than asking someone else.

“You’re thinking too hard about this, pick two colors like this, and think, which room do you want to go with? If you don’t like it, quickly put it down and grab another one instead of trying to look at every color.”

“And which countertop would you like to go with? I’m thinking black and gold for the kitchen, too many homes I’ve been in have white or some form of a brighter color.”

“Definitely black and gold, maybe cracked like this? Slowly putting it together while having this as a back splash?”

Spending the day looking at colors, picking some and labeling them for each room. Getting more than just one can because who know what could happen, and of course Han paid for everything, helping carry some bags to the car. Carefully putting them inside while texting some people, he knew some painters who would come over for half the price. Maybe even suggest some looks and then maybe another day they could look at appliances. it was clear the pair would try to look at everything together. From things for the kitchen to the pool. But the bedroom would all be Y/n’s choice and for people to see at a later date and time. How else to surprise Han with something? But there was something bothering him while he was sitting there in the driver's seat. Looking over to Y/n with a thinking look, while Y/n had their eyes closed and their head leaned back.

There was a color they picked out for a room, it was his best friend favorite color, and they got excited about it. And Han wanted to question, but something was stopping him. Maybe it was the feelings and enjoyed looking at him and taking in the view. The Sunset lighting shinning on their skin, he was loving the sight, but wanted to kiss them as well. But maybe when they actually got home, but this time he couldn’t drive them since Y/n drove their own car. But seeing Y/n like this, watching Y/n look over to him with a raise brow. He knew there was a question rising, but he wanted to see what would Han say before he tried to start the conversation.

“You reminded me of someone today speedy.”

“Oh yeah, who’s that special person?”

“I liked them in high school, we always had calls trying to study with each other and they would let me cheat off their best while slowly tracing the answers with their foot. I’m mad I fell out of contact with them, but I was becoming serious in the gang life so I left after graduation to protect them. But his favorite color was the same color you got excited about.”

Y/n smirked before rubbing his face, finally taking off his sunglasses while looking over to Han, who tilted his head before seeing it and his smile got wide. Jumping on his seat while leaning over the middle console. His eyes quickly moving around while his mind put everything together. But he never knew things were rough, but how does someone who studied every day for every subject turn to speed racing and now driving him around in high-speed chases. The fact he used to hang around Hyunjin the entire time too when Han was gone, Hyunjin would keep him busy and the two would always start laughing at something.

He had a smirk on his face, poking his cheek with his tongue while nodding his head slightly. Leaning back in his seat while the pair just stared at each other, blinking only slightly before Han leaned up and started the car. Shaking his head while he drove out the parking lot while trying to keep himself calm and not jump around. Had to play off the cool guy act and make it work somehow. But Y/n knew his friend, he could see the look in his eyes while watching him drive to drop off all the paint at home. He already had some people who would come by tomorrow to figure out the house, making sure everything looked good before adding new things inside to make the house feel more like home and not an empty shell.

“Explains why you had to leave me high and dry. Damn Hyunjin and Changbin look so different now. But I wonder how did you meet the leader? Was he in any classes?”

“Chan was in a lot of honor classes, but also missed some days given that he had started the gang. He hand picked all of us and said after graduation we had to get serious about it. SO far we’re getting there, handling loose ends and getting funds we’re owed. But you see how that goes, you really wanted to stay here in this gang life?”

“It pays bills Han, I remain faceless and nameless, I get paid a hefty sum, and moving into a new home and making it my own. That’s an upgrade from hearing people having sex all around me. Besides by the looks of it I got someone who can get free movers and painters.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Han shook his head while he drove and pulled into the parking lot. He was glad to reunite with his best friend, and this was something he could do. Offer help anyway he could, bringing people and treating his crush like the king Y/n is in his eyes. Smiling while helping them get the paint cans in the garage while offering to leave labels for the painters he had, proving Y/n’s point that he would do his best to help with the move and make things just feel easy when coming home. Offering anything he could while Y/n walked back to his car, he had more things to sell and planned on looking at other things, maybe things for their own bedroom since it meant Y/n could move in while having his own place to lie in his own bed, take a shower without worrying about the bill for using it and making a meal.

“Wait a minute.”

Looking over to Han, their hat tilted to the side while han walked over and kissed them once again, His hands resting on their sides while having them up against the car. Feeling Y/n’s hands on his shoulder while keeping him pressed against the driver's side window. Enjoying the soft feeling of Y/n’s hands slowly go up to his hair and holding onto it. Han’s hands keeping him steady on the car while slightly pulling away, before going in for another kiss. Softly doing so while letting out a soft and relaxed sigh, finally yet slowly pulling away and looking at the situation they were in. It was going too fast; the attraction was pulling each other to fast and harder to pull away from each other. How does one work with that?

“How are we going to work like this Han? I’ve only been back in your life for a week, yet here we are kissing each other.”

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but I know one thing for sure, I’ll do everything in my power to never lose you again. No matter he hard I have to fight, understand? Now get home and let me make sure your new phone has my number. This one is connected to his computer, he doesn’t need to see what goes on between us.”

Being set on the hood of their car, Y/n pulled out their phone and handed it Han, watching him go through and checking their old contacts. Smiling at his old photo of him speaking over the camera just to show himself. He took a new photo and updated the contact. Handing it back over with a cheek kiss before helping them get inside the car, watching them drive away while walking across the street to his own home. He knew he would have to call Chan and explain it, after all, given through the years he trusted Chan, but the hard part was owning to it and knowing the test he would have to go through. But in this life you had to take risk, why be in this life if the risk scared you? Having to get through it was more rewarding than finding a cheat code.

So with a heavy sigh, he called Chan on his spare phone, standing in his driveway while pacing around. Knowing Hyunjin was watching because he always stays up late whenever he knew someone was going out late, he always waited till they walked inside their house and flicked the lights four times, showing he was home and safe. But seeing Han pace around in the driveway after having a make out, he knew what he was planning. That was worrying to him, things were moving too fast for everyone to get used to but he knew Chan would go easy on him. Sure it wouldn’t look that way to others outside the circle, but knowing how brutal Chan can be when trying to prove himself, some punishments were better than some. But what was scarier is trying to come open about this. Coming from an outside source would make things harder, but coming from Han might make it a challenge, but that was the fun part, now wasn’t it?

Sitting in the chair facing Chan was something almost everyone feared if he hadn’t called for you himself, knowing you had something to tell him and he was going to hang onto every word just to make sure he was hearing the person correctly. If he was going to give a response, he needed to take some time creating a response, whether that be from a friend or from a boss. Something about how fast he could switch was scary to some, it was great for him to show others how fast he’s ready to go from being your friend to killing someone. And here he was, sitting across from Han in the office while watching Han stand with his hands behind his back and trying to figure out how to spill it.

“You’re free to respond at anytime. You have nothing else on schedule.”

“You’re going to kill me or try to move people around but that would make things harder for you and we don’t need that truly.”

“Han just tell me before I make this worse when you know I don’t want to.”

“I like my driver, not like a best friend way but I like them, and I know you have a test for when someone says they like someone in the group. I only ask this, out of everything, don’t fire them. Y/n does their best to get us all out and is just getting settled. I rather I take on whatever you throw on me before going to them.”

Seeing Chan raise a brow with a smirk on his face, he knew Han was always someone to trust. He knew from day one Han would be trustworthy, it would just take a lot of trails and ready to fight each other before getting there. Now just sitting here on a wooden chair while rubbing his hands together, now how was he going to do this? He had a month to get this handled and see what he liked. If Han passed the test, then he could date Y/n without issues. If he failed something bad would have to happen to Y/n, no matter if Y/n begged or tried to make a deal, they’d be dead within seconds.

So standing there with Chan after making that proposal, he knew Chan would have something planned and it would slowly becoming true and soon He would have to make a choice. But he was ready to take a risk, if he could do it the others could do it. Seeing the look on Chan’s face, the plans were already coming together. Wanting to see how much he could take while protecting the person he loves, while having his life on the line. He wanted to be surprised; he wanted to be proven wrong about his men and their emotions and this was the start.

“You know this means risking your life with your crew that you wanted to lead. Do you really want to risk them like this? Over someone you had an on crush on in high school?”

“This life is about risk sir, we all take risk even going on drives not being on missions. I’m willing to take it all and handle it myself.”

“Hm, okay. I’ll think of something, I take it something happened with Y/n today for you to make this choice?”

“Yes Sir. I helped them pick out paint for the house and offered to handle everything.”

Chan had a smirk on his face while letting out a chuckle. Leaning his head back while clapping his hands softly, Han standing there with his hands in his pockets. Chan was gonna plan something, but he was free to go home, so he walked to his car, head down while his hair was swaying around, he knew he was screwed but at least he was getting it out of the way, since if this was serious, Han would have to be serious and wanting to keep that person next to him for life.

“Jisung falling for the driver, oh I can’t wait to see how this will go.”

Walking through the house, seeing the painting designs Han helped picked, they were in love with it. Seeing how everything was tying together while some appliances were being installed. The fridge, the oven, the washing and dryers, a tv mount with speakers. Lighting being installed in certain rooms, but there was something bothering Y/n, han would come by and look hurt. Sometimes Having a busted lip or some cuts on his cheek, but he wouldn’t tell Y/n. Knowing how they are would make them confront Chan, which might either make things worse or better he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take that chance yet.

Yet that didn’t stop Y/n from walking to his house and using a key to open the door. He was getting moved in and Han gave him a spare key. So here he was just walking inside the house and seeing Han laying on his couch while panting. He looked more worn out than normal, hissing with each movement while faint bruises showing on his arms. He was getting stronger, but he was also dealing with more. His eyes stayed closed just listening his surroundings. He thought hyunjin or Changbin walked inside and might tease him. But when he heard slow footsteps, he opened his eyes slowly, seeing Y/n walk closer with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. He was looking at the injuries, seeing what was worse and where he needed more care.

He saw the look in Y/n’s eyes, part of him felt like he was getting lectured soon with just eye contact. Now how could he get out of this situation? Even in high school Y/n would give Han looks when he was trying out for sports and got hurt. Or if Han got hurt and tried to play it off, Y/n always gave him a look when walking to the nurse's office, or making sure Han got checked out before coming to school and trying things the next day. If Han wasn’t okay he wasn’t doing anything, though the best Y/n could do in this point was take care of Han’s injuries. If he started lying about it He would get the ear tug from Y/n that always made him whine and fall to his knees almost depending on how hard Y/n would tug him closer or down.

“Oh Hey Y/n…”

“I take it this came from the main office since you’ve been going there a lot?”

He watched Han slowly nod his head, trying to get up only for Y/n to put his hands up, making him stop before trying to move.

“Not much I can do there, I get there. Now, where else does it hurt? Because clearly you’re aching everywhere and I don’t think you telling me it’s okay will end well for you.”

Han explained how everything was aching while trying to ask questions about the house. Maybe wanting to drive off the conversation while Y/n just kept nodding along while taking mental notes. Despite Han’s squad lying low, during this month Y/n was getting called in to do other drives for other squads. None of them were really relaxing or funny, sometimes it was getting rid of bodies in different cars. Sometimes it was driving more supplies, each job he was getting paid more, but he never spoke to anyone unless he was spoken too. Having the earbuds in with the sucker on the side, sunglasses hiding his eyes while he was getting little updates on his old squad. Waiting for the time he could go back to having funny drives and nothing more.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen Loverboy. I’m going to run you a bath with some salts, you’re gonna stay in there for 30 minutes and relax before you even think about getting out. During that I’ll leave some lotion out and whatever else you want, then I’m coming down here and I’m cooking. I know fridge is full because Hyunjin ordered you an entire fridge full. After that you’re sitting here since you’re not bleeding and I highly doubt you’d be here if so. Now fight me on this I’m throwing you over my shoulder in front of the window and watching Hyunjin run over here, got it?”

With each word Y/n got closer, soon nearly leaning down with their hand pressed against the wall while leaning down to Han. Watching his eyes get wide while he was blinking rapidly, his face lit up with shock while he quickly nodded his head, looking down to see he had a growing problem but hoped that Y/n didn’t notice it. But he stayed still while he watched Y/n walk upstairs and get things handled. Han just laid there while rubbing his chest some, but he had a smile on his face the entire time while giggling some. It was a new feeling, but he was enjoying it.

But Y/n helped Han walk upstairs and get in the shower, looking with no shame and making sure Han was comfortable in the shower. Playing some music next to him while leaving the door open so he could call for help if needed. But Y/n walked downstairs and just made something quick he knew Han liked, at least form his knowledge. His home was slowly becoming how he always pictures it, just adding some touches here and there, some more garden work to have a space outside and nothing just bland with his imagination running wild. He was creating a home, not just a place of work but somewhere he could sit and call home. Just adding touches that always seemed out of reach when having little money.

He didn’t mind helping Han when he was in pain, or just needed that extra shoulder. He did just that throughout the day, helped Han get comfortable enough to eat. Poking his cheeks just a little too, helping him get something to drink before getting him comfortable enough to rest. Something about today just felt right, but he didn’t want it to end just yet. He wanted to stay with Y/n just a little longer, just to feel safer and not alone in his home anymore. That always bugged him just a little, Y/n was getting a place of his own, but what if they wanted to live together, whose house would they pick? Y/n’s house seemed to have just about everything. Could they move in together or would it be better for them to have separate houses? His mind always seemed to trail off when thinking about this topic. But he never seemed to bring it up, he wanted Y/n to enjoy it first, watch it all come into play and layout perfectly. Then maybe they can ask about it.

“Hey Y/n, is your room completely done yet?”

Feeling nervous about it, Han was just laying in his bed, watching Y/n slowly get up and turn to him. Raising a brow with a smirk on his face, hands sliding right back into his pockets.

“Loverboy wants me to stay over? You got those sparkle eyes you used to shown when you wanted my food.”

“Oh, hush you always gave it over, anyway. But seriously though, do you want to stay over? I mean it beats just coming over here early in the day when you leave your apartment. Isn’t that place already deep cleaned by now? This way you can stay closer and get things handled easier.”

“Han, just say you wanted me to stay over, the answer is yes regardless Weirdo. But your hoodies are mine now, so good luck getting those back.”

With a loud whine, Han watched Y/n walk into the closet and got themselves comfortable, it was already late. Most of the day spent helping han and making him laugh. Only a couple times did Y/n have to go back to the house, but that was just to make sure things looked how Y/n had planned. Something needed to be changed just a little, but those were easy fixes and quickly handled. Meaning now Y/n could start picking furniture for some spaces, their bedroom being the first one, the kitchen being next, soon the dinning room, living room, and the rest would be further down the line just to see. But for now it was just one step at a time. After all, the fun part as making each room slowly come to life in their own way. But now, Y/n just laid there in Han’s arms.

He didn’t feel any worse; he was happy where he was. But there was always that creeping feeling that something was going to happen, it scared him. Would he be able to push through with it? Make it on the other side and not nearly lose his mind? Sometimes thoughts like these kept him awake at night into the early hours. He was worried, paranoid even. But he knew one thing for sure, nothing was stopping him from keeping the love of his life.

No one knows how fast it was happening, but it clear Y/n had one goal in mind. Getting everyone out of the situation as fast as possible. Despite the sirens going off in the distance, Y/n played off the victim act, pointing at the running gangsters that were running and still trying to shoot them down. Saying he needed an escort to get his friends away. With the help of that, he could get Han, Hyunjin, Changbin and Chan all the car with pressure on their wounds and sped off. Driving to the north one, being the best one that was held down despite also bleeding from his head. There was no cool sunglasses, hat and a sucker to keep him calm and relaxed. There was only speeding away in a broken car, some windows being broken in, some doors having dents in them, and some blood being smeared on the seats while more blood started to pool.

Using Chan’s phone, after getting permission from the groaning leader, he made a call. Saving the long lost greetings from another time.

“Yes Sir?”

That voice sounded so familiar, with the shocked look on Y/n’s face while making quick sharp turns going through lights and making sure no one else got hit. Though it was a tricky situation and more anxiety filled with many cars that took forever to move to the side or stop when they needed to. But there was no Stopping Y/n from driving away.

“Lee Know? It’s Y/n from Jisung’s squad, everyone’s shot, and Boss man sent me to the hospital you’re in. Are we clear of cops? I got three behind me but I’m pretty sure their going to arrest everyone. They look too good to be on our side?”

“Y/n?! What the fuck? You know what- we can ask questions later. If you have Chan’s phone then he’s been shot too. But yes bring them here, I have rooms to hide them and camera crew to handle video footage. We have undercover cops who will handle them. I’ll be at the front entrance with the large archway. I take it the loud tire screeching is you I’m hearing?”

“Yes. Now how haul your ass here and help me get these fuckers inside.”

Having to turn the car wheels to make a safe stop, Y/n parked the car and started flying open doors when seeing more staff members rushing out with Gurney’s and getting everyone on the beds. Hearing Lee Know’s voice echoing to get them to certain rooms and rushing them inside while guards did their best to stop the cops from getting inside. He rushed to get Y/n into a private room with other trained doctor's Chan hand picked out to make sure everyone else would get treated without having to fear being exposed to the authorities and having to wait to handle them. Laying Y/n on the bed and hooking them up to IV bags as needed while checking for another traces of blood. But he was focusing on the bleeding from their head. Leaning over and making sure the blood wasn’t too deep.

Telling the nurse what he needed and how much gas he needed to put Y/n to sleep since checking their head would be more painful with him awake. Asking the 2nd nurse for any blood spots. There would have to be more test on all five of them, making sure nothing else was too severe and wouldn’t get worse overtime. He had panic in his eyes, but he remained professional and made sure he followed everything by the book, unless he needed to pull some tricky calls, but if they got everyone safe, it didn’t matter. It felt like everything was slow, despite how fast everyone was moving their hands to make sure they did what they needed to.

By the time everyone was done, it was leading into the next day. Some needed blood donations, emergency surgery to remove the bullet’s that were stuck in places that were dangerous. Although some needed bandage wraps around their hands, for their arms and in Y/n’s case, their head. It was a chaotic, filled night, especially with some police officers barging in only to get lead by undercover cops only to be handled otherwise. Being taken far elsewhere and would get reported back to. But his main worry was Y/n, something that kept him up and staying up while checking the five members. Some were asleep, others were waking up and trying to make sense of everything. Chan was the first one to wake up.

His eyes were wide before he let out a pained groan. His side being wrapped in bandages on his left hand. Lee Know was inside checking his vitals and reports, It was clear he didn’t leave, nor did he sleep, but kept himself focused with everyone's vitals, and checkerboards and making sure nothing happened. Drinking coffee to keep himself awake and suing some pills to do so. He was worried, but he knew they won in the end, sure he needed to check but for right now, he wanted to make sure Chan was alright. Knowing he would take the blame the most for his members who all rushed to get him and everyone else to safety.

“Lee Know? How is everyone else doing? Did anyone die last night?”

“Chan, breathe. No one died, Changbin had a dislocated shoulder, Han has a broken arm, Hyunjin has some broken ribs and needed surgery to remove a bullet in his side, like you. And Y/n needed stitches on the right side of their head. Other than that, no one died.”

Putting down the clipboard and looked over to Chan, he saw the look on his face. The pain in his eyes but also the relief no one died. Also meaning no cops got inside to look for and lock the place down, since they would be seen as a great threat and needed to be handled with care. And clearly going in under-prepared was deathly. But that didn’t mean Chan wasn’t worried about everyone, but he knew something about Lee know was wrong, The look in his eyes seemed more lost than normal.

“Minho, what are you thinking about. You’re not here I can see it in your eyes. Is someone’s injuries more sever than the others?”

Watching Lee know look over, he blinked a couple times. Getting his focus back while clearly his throat, and running his hands through his hair. But he needed to get himself together, Making sure the bed was right so Chan didn’t have to sit up, but up enough to make some pain. Making sure no pain was too high, and that he was comfortable enough to sit while responding t Lee Know, after all he did his job, he got more connections and made things slightly easier for handling their missions and shipment records.

“The new squad driver is my Ex. Me and Y/n used to date when we were still street racers. But we broke up because Y/n wanted to get paid for racing and move out. But I wanted to stay since I had to leave three days later. But seeing them trying to get the doors opened scared me more when seeing everyone else trying to stay awake despite losing blood.”

Chan wanted to laugh, he had that smirk on his head and softly shake his head. Lee know and Han having a crush on the same person, though han was happily dating them without a care in the world and just happy to be flirting with them in their own homes now. He almost wanted to just bust out laughing, he went from a life threating situation, waking up and wanted to make sure his members were okay to now being in the middle of a feud, if someone could even call it that. His best doctor, and one of his best men having feelings for the same person, which could either be the safest situation or dangerous depending on the feelings.

He could only look at him, shaking his head slightly before trying to think of the best course of action for this situation. But it overall wasn’t in his control to do so. Both men needed to talk to Y/n about their feelings but they also needed to give it time, this was a lot and clearly it was going to grow as time passed. Not to mention Lee know needed to stay in the north until Chan got a hospital built near the base, and having his best men having lookout to make sure no one else tried to take control from under his feet. It was going to make things more covered, but more interesting to Chan because he got to watch from the sidelines and have fun watching the two boys try to figure out what they wanted to do with their lover now.

“So you and Han have a crush on the same person, though Han has made a lot of moves towards them. I doubt he knows you’re their ex since you’ve never talked about them before. But You two would need to talk this out. And clearly have to talk it out with Y/n since you’ve hated going on missions and ended up being the medic. And those two are on the front lines, Y/n has no plans to stop being said driver, and Han enjoys being on the front lines making sure people know better. So whatever you two need to talk about, do so when he wakes up, you know Han is more cranky when he’s on pain and in a panic.”

Seeing the smirk on Chan’s face, Lee know felt himself getting embarrassed but he could handle that, what scared him more was talking to Han about it since Han ha always been possessive of someone he would eventually fall in love with, how was he supposed to even try to talk this out with him and not be seen as a creep? Sure their great friends but that doesn’t equal access to date whoever he wanted Han had a crush on. All he wanted to see is if he and Han could make it work, which scared him just a little.

But he was right, they needed to time to process everything and make more improvements with situations. But one thing that Chan loved about his men, is that they could always find a solution, even if someone didn’t like it they could all work together and figure it out for the better. Which is why he hand picked each one of them and did his best to make it work. But it all depended on making sure they took careful steps when going to each other, after all, having dangerous men who like someone and are used to using violence or words to make them act out. That could be a dangerous situation, but knowing his men this would be more of a playful fight before worse.

But that didn’t stop Lee know from checking on everyone else, here he was making sure his friends were being taken care. He didn’t bring it up to Han, right now he was just groggy and in pain. And he was cold, but he knew he’d rather be cold than talking about some relationships. He made sure he had something to eat, but he also needed to check on Y/n, but that was the hard part. He still felt the same emotions he did before, but he knew it was impossible for now. So here he was, tired but walking over to their secret room with a soft knock before walking inside. Opening the door slightly to walk inside and closing it.

Looking over to See Y/n eating some food and drinking some apple juice. He seemed more relaxed, but he looked over to Lee know with a soft look, but he also standoffish, since this was their first time talking in years. Not even a “Can we talk” text or surprise visit, but seeing where he was, it made sense, but didn’t mean it didn’t hurt still despite trying to get things settle for the better. But he never thought he’d be nervous about talking to his ex after so many years, and in a setting like this no less. But he still needed to do his rounds before going to sleep, despite knowing the lack of sleep was showing on his face.

“You look like the coffee is coming for you Lee Know. You panicked that bad about everyone last night?”

“Y/n, you called in a panic and everyone was in bad shape, how could I not panicked?”

Y/n shrugged while pushing the empty tray to the side, leaning back against the bed with their arms crossed and seemingly no feelings in their eyes despite their head being in pain. Yet here he was, trying so hard to look carefree in front of Lee know but how does one even get there? How does one get in this situation and trying to look not caring despite failing badly? But he had a job to do, and despite the emotions, he was getting it done. So he walked to the clipboard and checked slowly, it was painful since he could feel Y/n’s eyes on his. Despite him trying to keep looking, nothing was making it. But he could make it.

“So this explains why you tried to stay when I wanted to leave. You went to mister scary man in a different room? Damn how did that go for you?”

“Everyone starts out as a more frontline, I moved to the medic. I don’t like the loud car rides.”

“That coming from a street racer who used to make his car spin out when I was inside?”

“You laughed and smiled every time, how could I not?”

Looking over to Y/n, he had a questioning look but his eyes still sparkled with the bright room lighting. Y/n looking at him in the same light, trying to hide his smile but he was failing. The both of them were since everything just felt more smooth, but he could see it in Y/n’s eyes, he was confused about it. He didn’t know what to do, but he still had to try something. But right now, the person in his care is his responsibility, and afterwards he could make it. And seeing Lee know blink to look away, clearing his throat and setting down the clipboard. Wiping his hands on his jacket before slipping them in his pockets, looking over and letting out a slow breathe while blinking still. Despite Y/n chuckling some.

“You’re still just as nervous, damn I must be great for having two of you swooning over me just being myself.”

“So you knew about that?”

“Lee you make it obvious and so has Han, though I will say, he’s a better kisser.”

“Now Y/n, you’re under my care, I can’t just forget all of that, but you also need to rest.”

Watching Lee know try to back away, it was clear he could feel something, but it was time to leave before he did something he would soon regret. Besides, he just needed to check and make sure nothing was hurting too and anymore, making sure the recovery process was taking its full course before he could rest in the break room. Knowing he would fall asleep on the table and would wake up at the slightest loud alarm. But for now he just needed that rest, but he could feel y/n’s hands on his jacket. But he stepped away and walked out of the room. Letting out a loud sigh before walking down the hall, he could feel sleep coming to take his Toul and he needed to rest on something or he would fall asleep standing up.

This life just got more interesting.

“So you mean to tell me, you used to date my boyfriend. And since you came to work with Chan you broke up but didn’t have tome to get their new number because of the mission here and after seeing them against from the mission gone wrong you have feelings back again?”

Looking at Lee know’s guilty face despite him making sure all the test and charts are in the clear. But he was still true to make sure his friends were okay, he’s kept them all here for a couple days. Making sure no one else had some drastic changes, and they were also in the clear to return home. Though it was proving to be difficult, but it was getting handled slowly, police forcers were being cleared. Those with good intentions were still there, but they had to be sure to never betray their new leader. If they did, they would have more problems than not, staying here was safer than trying to leave. But everyone had homes to return to, cars to drive and chaos to start.

Yet here they were, Han having a smirk on his face but he was happy. He felt better, but seeing his once scary hyung was folding because of his ex who’s standing outside and doing stretches because he’s free to go home. Though Han can understand it, Y/n has grown in confidence, being more vocal about their wants and needs, knowing they have the attention of those around them and being proud to show it off. How could someone not find some of it interesting? And he races and can handle most situations, but that was also the hard part. Sitting on the top of the world, getting paid and having access to more places with no consequences to walking in. Walking into high end places and walking away without worrying about the bank.

“I feel weird because I want to date him again, but two things would be the problem, well three. Your feelings, my station since I have to be here and just, their alluring. But by now I know you’ve seen how they handled their strongest emotions or when they’ve gotten into.”

“Hyung, I know how this is going to go. Y/n is a thinker and can figure it out with nothing more then their thoughts. I will say though they’re wild, but can still pull just about anyone closer with ease like nothing could happen.”

All Lee know could do was nod his head while helping han get out the room. Everyone was clear to go, and besides keeping the driver waiting was never fun. Lee know walked with everyone since Chan wanted him to come outside and hear more information from him, just as he always does. Fixing his coat Lee know walked to see Y/n leaning against the car staring at the opening door. Han had his hands in his pockets while he walked over, only pulling them out to hold Y/n close and finally land a kiss he’s been dying to give, but since they were in hiding and more cops kept trying to get inside the hospital to look around, none of them could get out. Though sometimes y/n would sneak out to get some better food from the cafeteria and sneak back in their room like nothing happened.

But before Lee know had the chance to talk to Chan, he saw Y/n walking over after the kiss with Han, pulling his coat collar and gave him a kiss. Something lee know hasn’t felt in years, unless the pair would have heated makeout on top of Lee Know’s winning car in front of people just to prove he’s untouchable.

“Don’t work yourself to death, I’m not scared of dragging you to a back room and releasing stress. Got it?”

Rapidly blinking, Lee know nodded his head while watching Y/n walk back and sit in the driver's seat, Han being made to sit in the back so Chan can sit on the front. But Han knew better than to complain, since that would make him walk to the base, which could either go really well, or really poorly in that case.

“Stay here, if any loose ends show up, make sure it looks like an accident or medical issue. Or press the button, backup will arrive to handle it. You might get the chance to come back.”

Giving Y/n the signal, the car started, and he drove off back to the safe base. Chan had work to do, since he knew there was always someone waiting for him to leave either peacefully or planning something to kill him and take over. Which would never work out no matter how hard someone tried, planned it out the best they could or were just suffering as is. Though Chan planned on walking inside with all of them, his most dangerous yet successful squad that always got drivers handled, always came out alive and got things handled in ways he would approve of and make it work. It was brutal, some would say chaotic even.

The soft music filled car ride was slowly taking a dark turn while pulling into the long driveway where some men were surprised to see the busted up car still rolling, but the people inside still alive. Sure they had some bandages on their face and other body parts, but they were alive and standing like nothing happened. Parking the car closer to the garage entrance, the crew got out and walking inside, seeing how some loyal men instantly got the traitors on their knees while some were running to Chan’s main office. Where someone was trying to take over his position and log into the files. Getting the housing files, more into the north and east, but was stopped when the door got kicked inside and men held down the man. Chan smirking while Y/n walked closer just to grab their refill of suckers they missed having. They left a bag in Chan’s office so he had something to mess with instead of tapping his fingers.

“Call Felix, we’re gonna need help with the cleanup. Han, Changbin, you can call Seungmin to come help with the torture methods, I promised my son I’ll come over after the doctors let me go, he was worried when I didn’t come and pick him up. Y/n, you’re driving me in the different car, he doesn’t know exactly what I do and we’re keeping it that way.”

Putting a sucker in his mouth, Y/n did as they were told along with everyone else. Driving his boss to meet his Son after a long time, Y/n got to walk around and meet others for from their circle but kept important details to themselves. Watching Chan smile and actually be happy with everything. Driving them around to places his youngest who wanted to go by I.N., wherever he wanted to go. No money was the problem, I.N., got everything he wanted and got to have fun with his dad for the entire day. Despite Han and Y/n sending spicy messages to each other when they were left alone, though Han would do so while taunting those in front of him and left to die slowly and painfully.

But of course since they're at work, they make sure it’s all out of sight of their boss and making sure he has nothing to worry or question each other about. But no one had a plan to do much, driving around, running, using most energy torture someone for betraying their boss instead of making his job easier. By the time Chan was done with his son, tucking him in bed at his uncle's house after singing him to bed and holding him till he fell asleep. Y/n got to take him back home finally before returning him back home before going home themselves. Being around almost midnight by the time everything was said and done.

Walking inside his home and could finally get something to eat. Those two barely ate anything if it wasn’t ice cream or something sweet, but getting some actual food sounded even better to eat. Seeing some soft lights on in the kitchen, there was a small plate with something to drink with a note written by Han. Something cute and sweet.

We clearly finished before you, but I still made you something to eat and asked lee know hyung for some help with your pjs and such. Dealing with those two always means a long day ahead of you. Hopefully you enjoy it, I might be up so if you want me to come over, just send me a text. Preferably a peach one ;)

Love you - Hannie

Feeling touched at the gesture, Y/n slowly ate their late night dinner with their hand-picked drink. It was relaxing, knowing it would also be a quick wash since it was just those on. Walking upstairs sometime felt more like a challenge than not when everything hurts at once, but being able to go inside and see the bathroom ready for a bath despite how late it was. It felt amazing, running some warm bath water and letting their body relax in the bath ad getting dressed and laying in their bed in a more comfortable way, Y/n created a group chat with just the two of them. Showing how cute they can pose with their legs prepped opened with a wink and kiss before turning the phone off and going to bed.

Knowing they would try to get in or send more messages only to see them asleep and enjoying their dreams.

“Do you know how annoying and painful your teasing has been these past months? And when we’re all about to be asleep?”

Growling out, Han had Y/n in the back seat of the car, their clothes being slipped off with the windows slightly rolled down. Han was leaving kisses on the back of their neck with soft growls of want and desire. Wanting to rip off every piece of clothing he could before they had to get out of the car. They had to arrive at the hospital for something; they weren’t told what for but something about the ride differed from the others. Han was teasing, it started with soft touches, squeezes and some whispers before Y/n added to the fire. Letting out teasing moans, whimpers and overall just begging for attention while the drive seemed to get longer with no end.

And now the pair was in the back seat with tinted windows. Sitting in the parking spot they were told to wait in, having a heated and cramped make out in the back seat. Y/n pushed against the driver’s seat while han was trying to leave hickies on the right side of their neck. Y/n trying to lean their head over to leave him room but in a spot like this? The challenge just speaks for itself and doesn’t make things better. Yet the pair was determined to get something for it, getting kisses on their neck with no end.

“You started the touching Hannie, I just gave the noises you wanted to hear.”

Hoping no one would see how the car slightly shook or the sounds coming from the slightly cracked windows letting the cold air flow inside. Han moving Y/n down on the back seat with their fact facing the door. He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to feel something wrapped around him, something tight that would never seem to let him go. Their clothes weren’t completely off, but dangling before hearing a knock. It made han stopped as he let out a loud whine, Y/n rolling his eyes before just swinging it opened, not caring if someone saw them naked but their eyes widen in shock while Han just rapidly blinked. Lee know stood there, in his uniform yet looked exhausted, but had a smirk on his face with a raised brow.

“Damn, in the car? Not ideal but crammed, and the window rolled because it’s hot? You might as well be doing that on the roof if you wanted a cold car.”

“Oh…shit… We’re picking you up?”

“Yeah, I’m moving back down there into the hospital after everything got handled. Chan says its best if I move in with one of you, since I would end up there, anyway. But thank you for the surprise greeting? Not sure if I could join since someone still needs to drive and only you two know where the houses are. Let the driver drive with a stubborn hard.”

Watching Han groan before agreeing, he already was twitching and didn’t feel like putting away his boner, everything was too painful but he knew he needed to calm down. But how does one do that when he knows Y/n is going to be a tease the entire car ride? Knowing the pair will look at the mirror from time to time just to see what Y/n was doing. How their eyes looked and just overall their body language. But Y/n did their job, sitting in the passenger seat with the men sitting in the back, feeling their eyes from the review mirror.

Y/n left their shirt a mess, showing the hickies Han left while parking the garage of their house, sure they could go to han’s but Y/n wanted to shower here and make food that was in the kitchen, and watch their show in the movie room knowing the other two, not just han, would spoil Y/n. After all that’s their darling, how could they say no?

No one got out of the car right away, even with the engine turned off everyone just sat in their seats, their breathes seeming to stop before Y/n opened their door. Closing it and walking to the garage door just to leave it opened, only to hear two doors close with footsteps coming over. The smirk was growing on Y/n’s face while walking down the hall only to get picked up by a needy and begging Han, his eyes having a begging look like he wanted nothing more than to just use the large couch that could easily fit all of them. The windows that were covered with the backwoods being the only thing to show, and just wanting to throw everything to the side and eat like a starving animal.

Dropping Y/n on the couch but having him flopped on his hands and knees, letting Lee know still have his ants and needs handled since clearly these two were going to enjoy themselves, but Han was desperate, whining like a begging dog for something to eat finally after being left alone for hours on end. The clothes finally being taken off with no worry of someone just barge in, with the loud array of noises being heard from the large angels of the house. Y/n spread their legs wide enough for Han, making sure he had a good view while his hoodie stayed pushed up to his shoulders. Y/n already covered in marks from Han, he could feel Han’s dick twitching from behind on his thigh and just wanted to find that perfect place no one could take from him, not even with Lee know in front of him.

Lee know leaning down to connect their lips in a heated make out despite the loud desperate moans being muffled from Y/n, their eyes being kept shut while their nails seemed to dig into the cushion under him. The feeling of Han’s hands roaming from their ass to the middle of their back just to feel something with his hands despite letting out his own low groans at the sight in front of him. Seeing Y/n and Lee know make out before pulling away, Lee know letting Han hear sounds he knew sounded better now than in his dreams.

The stretched out moans of pleasure with Y/n’s head being tilted back. Lee know knew Y/n loved it rough, rough enough for their hair to be flying around, talking being a challenge and overall just feeling powerless under someone. Something Han had a long way to learn but Lee know would sit there and watch Han work his way. He knew those sounds were good; he was testing the waters. But he would get to watch Lee know show the robes, getting things down to the wire and helping Han learn things for themselves. it made him chuckle some while leaning back.

Doggy style was their second favorite, but missionary is their favorite, he knew that was their weakness and drove them insane.

“Tug their hair Han, it helps drives them crazy if you’re wanting them to release first.”

Sitting there, he watched Han do it with a desperate grip. Y/n’s breath getting faster while trying to grip at anything. Their eyes rolling back when they finally released on the couch cushion, Han keeping them still while he felt himself release. Letting out a chuckle as he did so because of the tight feeling around him. Biting his lip in the process while feeling them shiver some. It was a start, there was nothing wrong with that, even as Han slowly pulled out he saw the satisfied look on Y/n’s hair covered face. Though he worried about Lee know, he knew those two had a past, but could they still handle it for each other? Would anyone get hurt in the process or would they just be okay?

Han sat on the corner of the couch and watched Lee know get closer, he said little, but he flipped Y/n over on their back, watching their legs slightly shake while they just laid there with two men who looked starved. One of them was slightly full, but ready for a show.

“You’ll behave with Han watching now won’t you?”

His voice was soft, but there was something else lacing under it. But it got Y/n to not their head while watching Lee know stand up, he wasn’t sure if it would still work, but he tapped his upper thoughts. Watching Y/n sit up on the couch with no fuss and their mouth opened, their hair still in their face with mouth wide opened while Lee know’s hands running though their hair. Leaning their head back some while Lee know guided them for help, he let YY/n get used to the feeling of their dick back in their mouth, nearly hitting the back of their neck.

Lee know took a slight deep breathe, but his eyes never left them, watching Y/n’s hands stay on their knees before slowly reaching and patting his thighs three times, he was good to go. Lee know started his thrust slow, letting Y/n get used to it again. He let things start slow before feeling Y/n trying to get faster, their eyes stayed closed while Lee know watched and allowed him to try it. He had to keep himself still, but if Y/n was needy, they always found a way, trying to hold Lee know’s hand on the back of their head, they wanted him to go faster. To truly fill his throat before touching anywhere else, but there was one thing about Y/n, they were always a rider before being completely ruined.

Looking up at Lee know with puppy eyes, he let out soft gags but pleasured moans when feeling Lee know move faster like he wanted to. But one thing about Lee know, he’s also a tease. He kept Y/n’s head still before pulling away, watching Y/n try to lean forward to take more but promised he would behave, just so han could watching while Lee know gave him pointers and tips.

“They love being hand handled, or at least behind held tightly. But Sometimes they would ride, but when I’m done i don’t think they’ll have the energy for it, but they love missionary.”

Getting a wink from Lee know, Han leaned back and smirked, though sometimes they would have burst of energy yet he watched it barely blinking. In front of him he watched Lee know climb over Y/n and whispered in their ear. Their legs wrapped around his waist with y/n’s arms being held down above their head. Their hair being pushed far away enough so lee know could see their eyes, seeing how fast he moved and that it was enough to drive them insane. Y/n could only cry out in pleasure, he knew the spots that never changed, the angels to hit hard enough to drive them inane yet seem like there was no ending to them. He didn’t go too fast, if he didn’t have to worry about their time after han he would, but he didn’t want them to have any more pain or tearing down there from the force.

BUt the sight under him was making it hard, Their mouth wide opened and their eyes trying to stay locked into each other. Thei look pon their face while they weakly tried to ask for more, not even ask for more but beg at this point. Yet with each word seemed to be replaced with moans each time like there was no end to it.

“Shit, shit shit I can’t Lee know!”

“Han, get dinner or a bath started, this is about to be a mess.”

Han raised a brow while he watched Lee know Jerk off Y/n, watching how their body jerked up and squirmed under him, Han didn’t want to move for a while, he wanted to watch it. Watched how much Y/n struggled while thier legs held him more before finally releasing the pressure that had built up inside him. Letting his body shake while gasping for air while painting Lee know’s chest, who could only smirk while he did so. But they knew they had things to do, like getting Y/n cleaned up and fed and finally getting some sleep. It was about 3am when they finally got done; they got home and midnight. Han cooked the food, Lee know got them in the bath, he did his best to keep them awake enough to eat since they needed some protein before going to sleep. Han made nothing too hard to chew, but easy to swallow and something nice and cold to drink, not freezing cold but good enough to safely sleep.

Needless to say Chan was right, Lee know would end up in their house one way or another.

[ga-lily-o]

They Don’t Kiss (but They Really Should)

Eve Wilkins x reader

⚹ Reader is written in a soft/feminine light, but is not necessarily gendered ⚹

Tags/warnings: Friends to ??? Idk! // Mildly suggestive language // one (1) whole swear word // lots of tension // lots of physical proximity // Reader character doesn’t do makeup often // wlw coded but could also be nblw

Summary: You and Eve are friends, first and foremost. However, Eve also wants you more than she has the guts to say. Not that you know… or maybe you do, because none of this is casual.

(Author’s note at the bottom)

“My makeup?”

Eve watches you nod, enthusiastic and excited, and she can’t help the fondness twitching her lips into a smile the way you regard her like she was a snapshot of the stars taken by the Hubble telescope. Still, she’s skeptical, enough that it shows. Her brow raised as she regards you in the mirror of her vanity where you’re standing behind her.

“You want to do my makeup?” Eve parrots, emphasizing the first lilt of the question.

“Yes,” is your enthusiastic reply, brushes in hand as you wave it in the mirror, and she can’t help the way it makes her smile widen.

“I don’t even remember the last time I saw you do your own makeup,” she scoffs, but it’s a heatless remark as she spins in her chair to face you, and has to grapple with the immediate cuteness aggression coiling like a viper in her gut. She wants to grab at your wide-eyed face and kiss you silly, just to see that enthusiasm melt, but she has restraint. “Why mine?”

“Because I want to touch your face.” You don’t flinch admitting it, but Eve almost does. She wants to tell you that you could’ve just kissed her instead. Wants to tell you she’d rather your lips on hers than to anguish over the daydream of it while your hands roamed her face. But you’re friends, and you’re… probably just joking, even if she wishes you weren’t.

So when she opens her mouth, it’s not to ask you to kiss her. “Weirdo.”

But still, “Fine.”

———

The brush is just a tad shaky when you ghost it over the apple of her cheeks, patting it like you’re layering gold leaf onto some fancy $80 dessert. You’re all but straddling her lap, knees bracketing either side of her thighs like you’re about to give her a lapdance and she’s genuinely going insane. Her throat feels dry at the way one of your hands is cupping her jaw as you apply a light foundation with the other, and she can feel your breath kissing her skin.

She’d asked you earlier, hesitating, heart beating wildly, if you needed to be so close by, but you merely responded by looking at her through half lidded eyes and asking so sincerely if she wanted you to move away. Of course she just told you that that wasn’t what she was saying at all, and neither of you prodded or elaborated.

“You’re gonna poke my eye out like that,” she mumbles, meaning to hiss but the wanting’s screwing up her throat.

You don’t acknowledge her beyond a grin, thumb brushing just once across her cheekbone, and it’s enough to shut her up quick. Then when you press your teeth lightly into your bottom lip? She wants to pass out. You look so focused, on her, and she has to settle her breath while her nails dig into the vanity desk behind you, her arms either side of your waist.

The brush sweeps back and forth, a light layer of foundation where sleepless nights have stained her under-eyes like a muddy eyeshadow, your thumb smoothing out what the brush can’t. It should be noted, Eve thinks, that the face you make when you pull back to assess the evenness of the application is unfairly gorgeous. When your lips part to speak, she doesn’t know if she wants to launch forward to kiss you or just let you speak to hear your voice.

“Does it feel cakey?” You ask, completely unassuming as one of your hands comes back to settle on her face.

“It feels fine,” she huffs, hoping to whatever’s listening in out there that you can’t feel the way her heartbeat’s running just from the proximity. You nod, pulling back to switch your brushes, or products— she really can’t tell at this point what you’re doing anymore. All she knows is that she wants it to be your lips on hers.

You tell her anyways with a grin, half turned to the mirror still where you’re meeting her eyes in the glass, “I wanna try a trick I learned online on you, is that ok? Just gonna—“

You gesture with your pinky, following along the curve of her under eye, and she feels exposed the way you grin at her in the glass when you realise she’s barely looking where you’re pointing in the first place.

“I’m gonna try a smokey eyeshadow trick,” you tell her, facing her fully, and her throat feels dry.

She licks her lips, catching the way your eyes dip down to follow the gesture, and her voice is quiet when she speaks, “Just don’t make me look ugly.”

Eve would bottle up that smile you give her after, just to replay it back when things get tough. “Couldn’t, even if I tried, Eve.”

And then you’re easing back into it, gently asking her to cooperate— “Close your eyes, here, yes! Thank you,”— or cooing at her when you pull back, and it’s overwhelmingly good the way you feel so close to her.

She barely notices it when her hands find themselves catching at your waist, fingers splaying along the small of your back like she’s anchoring you both, and Eve feels something boil in her blood the way you stop still to look at her. Not with disgust, or discomfort, like she might have feared, but with a stutter to your expression that makes her heart skip; your lips ever so slightly parted in surprise.

“So you don’t fall off,” is her quiet explanation, green eyes peering into yours like it explains the way her breath feels heavy in the space between you two. The barely there, almost extinct, space between you two.

“Right,” you start, like you’re unconvinced the way you purse your lips, “Thank you.”

And you shift on her lap, impossibly closer, and she feels like she’s going to die the way her hands start shaking.

———

There’s been many things that have tried to kill Atom Eve during her time as a hero— or even just as Eve, the civilian, with a troublesome life and a rocky relationship with her parents. But you? In her lap, hands on her face, thumb tracing over her fucking lip like you’re memorising the texture of it with the pad of your finger? This might do her in.

Never mind the way you’re looking at her, eyes half lidded and laser focused on her lips as you apply a lip-stain with your own hands, just because you keep insisting that’s the best way to do it. You want to kill her, she’s sure. You want her dead with want— or maybe, something hopeful and dreadfully vulnerable pipes up in her heart, you want her like she wants you.

Not that she wants to entertain that; to risk having you at all for the chance to have you as she wants you. But god, if you’d let her she’d—

“All done!” you chirp, bringing her out of her reverie as you pull away with that brilliant grin, pride and sincere adoration shining from you like a lamplight to her face; her cheeks warm.

It takes you turning to the mirror for her to remember beyond you and admire your work, first catching that heart-fluttering emotion on your lips like how a petal curls on the flower, before she catches her own reflection.

She sees herself, barely tampered with save for the smokiness wrapping gently around her eyes, highlighting the green of them to make them strike like cut emeralds; a patch of living forest saved in the aftermath of a forest fire, framed by her red hair. And god, when you turn back to her to tuck a loose strand of it behind her ear, eyes crinkled in just a way, she wants to kiss you breathless. Hands gripping softly tighter along your waist and back, curling into the fabric of your top.

“So?” You pry, not seeming to mind at all the way she’s curling around you like a vine.

Eve wets her lips, swallowing thickly. Refusing to break eye contact. “Not bad.”

A/N: I felt like loving women, I was bored, I just had lunch, and I dm’d @sobbingscripter for an idea 😛 She proceeded to say something about doing Eve’s makeup and my brain exploded.

I wrote this first on my notes app (I always start on the notes app) and moved it to docs to edit for grammar and flow, and had it beta read at some point, but I’m ngl I feel like I blacked out writing this. The yearning came over me so hard, I genuinely just couldn’t stop until it was done. Like I was actually shaking by the end while writing this HELLO . 😭

Also: sorry if she’s ooc 😞 I do not have a full grasp of her character yet but trust and believe I will!

[swiftsrqmantic]

Hi! Outer Banks request here:

Could you please write a JJ Maybank smut where the reader is John B's ex? One day JJ is at a party without the pogues and he's a little bored because there nothing really interesting going on, so he goes to the only familiar face he sees: the reader.

and it's their first time seeing each other after a looong time, and idk maybe the reader has like more confidence than before so they start to drink together (just a bit not enough to get drunk) and they ended up having like giggly sex.

make-outs & mai tai’s — j.m.

summary : you, john b’s ex, happen to run into jj maybank- john b’s best friend. will a couple of mai tai’s cause you to explore your deepest and dirtiest fantasies, or will you remember that “bro-code” does exist? 18+, smut,

pairing : jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

a/n : first of all, i’m horrible at writing summaries 😭 but second and most importantly, thank you so so much for being my first request!!! and my first story!!! i can’t wait to write so much more but for now, i hope you all enjoy this story!!! reblogs are greatly appreciated :) !!

you were a kook. he was a pogue. you lived on different sides of the island, and were never supposed to be seen with one another. that was until he showed up at your job for the third time asking for your phone number.

if you were to ask anyone, they would say you and john booker routledge were absolutely inseparable from that point on. the two of you were seen around the island almost every day; going on dates, hanging out at the beach, and all that fun stuff.

that was until john b meet sarah cameron, the kook princess. they began to hang out every day, which used to be a plot to get information about the royal merchant, until they shared a passionate kiss on the ferry dock.

although you two ended on good terms, you rarely spoke, which means you didn’t speak to any of the other pogues either; at least not until tonight, where you were going to attend the annual bonfire. you sat at your vanity applying your lip gloss when you got a text from your friend.

savannah: be there in ten!

you grabbed your purse and made your way to the white jeep pulling up to your doorstep.

“ready to get shit-faced tonight?”, savannah asked rolling down the passenger side window while you rolled your eyes and opened the door. “no one is getting shit-faced tonight, especially not you”, you replied buckling your seatbelt as she stepped on the gas.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

savannah pulled up to the lot as you put your phone in your purse and squinted at the bright fire that burned ahead. “ok so before we get out, some of the girls said that john b was gonna be here”, she said unbuckling her seatbelt and turning towards you.

“okay, whatever i guess”, you said chuckling and pulling your compact out of your bag to check your makeup one final time.

“so you’re not bothered by that? because if you want to leave then we can totally leave, your call.”

“we’re not enemies, savannah. we ended things on good terms, remember?’

“okay then, let’s get our party on!”

you stepped out of the car, scoping the scene, before making your way over to your other friend, emery, by the cooler. she greeted you with a warm hug and a canned mai tai while the three of you got lost in conversation.

meanwhile, on the other side of the fire, the pogues were drinking beer out of plastic cups, looking around at their rather drunk peers.

“ok, i’m gonna be honest and just say that this is seriously lame”, jj maybank announced to the crew and took the last swig of beer out of his cup. “you didn’t have to come you know”, an annoyed kiara replied. “but he is right jb, this is pretty lousy”.

“look, sarah’s here and there’s plenty of beer to last a couple more hours, so why don’t we at least try and have a good time”, john b replied as he threw his arm around kie. jj rolled his eyes and looked towards the cooler, when he saw you holding a can, laughing and talking to some other kooks. he smirked and made his way towards you as he saw your friends running off with topper.

“care for another mai tai, m’lady”, jj asked as you turned around, shocked at the sight in front of you.

“well, well, well”, you smiled, letting a tiny laugh escape from your lips. “if it isn’t jj maybank.”

“in the flesh”, he smiled, extending his arm out to hand you another can. “i noticed you were standing alone; thought i might give you some company”.

“well please accompany me somewhere more quiet”, you said laughing and taking a sip from your new can. jj smirked and said “come on, i have somewhere we can go”.

you took his hand as you guys walked down the lot towards the beach. “so, what brings you to this party”, you asked jj. “because if i’m being totally honest, i did not expect you to be here”.

“why not?”

“i don’t know, i just…i guess i thought that things like these weren’t really your scene.”

“they’re not.”

“then why’d you stick around?” you took another sip.

“i was going to leave” he paused, “but then i saw you.” you glanced over at him and smiled lightly while taking another sip.

“so, how’ve you been? it’s been a while y’know?”

“good, why’d you ask?”

“i don’t know, i’ve just been thinking about you lately.”

“aww, i’ve been on your mind, cupcake?”

you smiled and took another sip of your mai tai. “maybe just a little.”

jj laughed to himself as your feet hit the sand. “just a bit further”. you eventually found a nice spot on the sand and wobbly took a seat.

“woah there, pretty girl, don’t fall now.” you laughed, sipping your mai tai once more and looked him in his eyes. “why do you keep giving me all these nicknames?”, you ask, slurring your words and taking the last sip of your drink.

“do you want me to stop?”

“you could do anything you wanted to me and i would never ask you to stop,” you said with a chuckle as you moved a little closer to him.

“well someone’s feeling a little confident tonight, aren’t you?”

“oh c’mon j, somewhere deep down, i know you know i’ve always had a little thing for you.” and whether it was the mai tais or not, you know what they say: drunk words are sober thoughts. and with that being said, jj swiftly put his hand to your cheek, and pushed your hair behind your ear.

“did you really mean that?,” he caressed your cheek as you leaned in closer to him. “when you said i could do anything i wanted, and you would never ask me to stop?”.

“well we’re here now, aren’t we?”

jj stared at you, and as he opened his mouth to say something, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. while he was surprised, he moved both of his hands to your hips and kissed you deeper. both of you continued to deepen the kiss as jj took the reigns and laid you down on the sand.

“wait, wait, wait,” you said as jj kept kissing your neck. “what if john b finds out?” jj raised his head and thought for a second, that swift thought followed by: “well that’s not really his problem now, is it?”

“i guess not, pretty boy,” you pulled him down to you buy his collar as you continued kissing each other, more hunger and passion followed by each kiss. you unbuttoned his shirt while he started taking off your shirt. “lift your hips for me, baby,” jj asked, unbuttoning your shorts to follow. if you weren’t already drooling at sight of him, you were positive you were now. you tried to hold back your moans as he swiftly pulled your shorts and panties down your legs, but with how close the two of you were, jj was sure to pick up on every last sound you made.

“oh no, cupcake, don’t hold back now. i want to hear all your pretty sounds,” he kissed a trail down your body as he buried his head in between your thighs. you moaned and tugged his hair as he kissed your heat and licked up and down your sweet spot. your body began to convulse as you felt yourself reaching your release.

“j- fuck, i’m almost there,” you moaned out, not caring about your volume as your back arched in immense pleasure. “let go for me, sweet thing.” your breath hitched as you sucked in a sharp breath, allowing your eyes to roll back in pleasure, finally reaching your climax. you steadied your breathing while jj kissed his way back up to your mouth.

“that was…amazing,” you spoke, regaining your breath. “oh, we’re not done yet, baby girl,” jj replied with a shit-eating grin. “trust me,” you said, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, “i know.” jj let out a small chuckle as he released himself from his boxers, smirking at your reaction to his length. “mmph, i want you so bad,” you moaned out as you kissed him, a string of saliva attached to your lips as you broke free from each other.

“you sure about this, cupcake?,” jj asked, caressing your cheek. you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and kissed him once more. “i’m absolutely positive, j. i need you.” without a second thought, jj slid himself inside you, both of you moaning at the sensational feeling you just shared.

“geez princess, you feel so good,” jj moaned on your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you moaned as you gripped on to his shoulders, tapping twice to signal faster pace. as jj sped up, you could feel yourself tighten around him as he twitched inside of you.

“j, i’m close,” you whimpered as you felt him graze your g-spot, eyes rolling back at the glorious feeling.

“i know baby, me too, comin’ up right behind you,” jj replied, slurring his words. he sped up a bit more, making him more and more irresistible to you. your nails scratched down his back as you tried to utter out the words “i’m coming”, but instead were muffled by your pleasurous moans. jj pushed deeper inside you, following close behind. you two shared a breathy kiss while jj started to kiss down your neck, helping you get cleaned up. once the two of you regained composure, you sat up and watched the waves.

“that was… truly something,” you said sighing. jj looked over at you and chuckled, saying “trust me, i know.” you and jj watched the waves for a second before you both looked over to see the bonfire spot emptying.

“looks like everyone’s heading out,” you mentioned, while checking your phone to see two text messages from savannah. “shit, my friends are about to leave, i should probably go”.

“me too, me and the gang have an early surf sesh tomorrow,” jj mentioned while he stood up, extending his hand for you to grab as he pulled you off the sand. you two held hands and walked towards the bonfire, but you stopped him before you got to close to the crowd.

“hey thank you for tonight, i had a lot of fun,” you said swinging your interlocked hands back and forth as jj spotted his friends near the parking lot. you looked down as your feet as you said “it was nice getting to see you again. i probably won’t for a while.” jj laughed as he let go of your hand and grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you towards him. you choked on a breath as you abruptly placed your hands on his shoulders for support, looking deep into his eyes as he caressed your cheek. “you’re a very funny girl, you know that?”, jj questioned as your eyebrows tilted in confusion.

“you think after tonight i’m just gonna let you run off with some other guy?” you tried to tell him off but stuttered as he forced deeper eye contact between you two. “you’re mine now, cupcake. and if i have to see you every single day to remind you, best believe you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” you smirked as jj pulled you in for the last kiss of the night. “you have a good night,” he winked as he walked off towards his friends. you exhaled as you spun on your heels, walking to go find your friends.

little did you know that tonight would be the night you became jj’s girl. forever.

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Switch Up: You would have never expected your shy, innocent art partner to be the man on stage covered in tattoos. https://bratkook.tumblr.com/post/662339264423559168/switch-up-m-jjk

Two Point Five: Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. Sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right? https://www.tumblr.com/bratkook/712991747243933696/two-point-five-m-jjk?source=share

Blueberry Haze: He had been eye fucking you from the stage all night, but you never expected anything to come of it. When you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents. https://caelesjjk.tumblr.com/post/688533554909626368/blueberry-haze-jjk

The Lines Between Us: You’re detective partners who hate each other’s guts and everyone knows it. What they don’t know however, is that there’s so much more between the lines, and he knows damn well how to rearrange your guts too. https://chateautae.tumblr.com/post/657586521765986304/the-lines-between-us-jjk-m

Lonely Hearts Club: Jeon Jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. You know this deep in your bones. Wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. Until you start to wonder… is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?  https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/629792242183323648/lonely-hearts-club-m

Afterglow: You & Jungkook have a heart to heart conversation expressing your dating troubles but end up realizing you might actually be perfect for each other instead. https://www.tumblr.com/euaphoric/722995665966432256/afterglow-pairing-roommatejk-x

Sex Education 1.0: “You want me to… what?” Jungkook chokes on his croissant, and how could he fucking not, with you looking at him with those pleading eyes, asking for something that he knows would get him into jail. Well, maybe not like actual jail. But definitely the Bro Code Jail. The jail where only bros who broke the Bro code went to. https://extravaguk.tumblr.com/post/633981219791601664/sex-education

Concealed Weapon: Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise. https://gimmesumsuga.tumblr.com/post/173739996728/concealed-weapon-m

Woman On Top: “Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathed, trying your best to keep your voice no louder than a whisper. Your nails dragged across the vanity surface as you tried to cling to something. https://heartbeatan.tumblr.com/post/187079688752/table-of-contents-woman-on-top-return-to-jungkook

Blue: You find yourself nostalgic over blue. Happy because of it, reminiscent because of it, longing because of it. That summer with Jungkook was blue. https://honeyedhoseok.tumblr.com/post/652288170904469504/blue-masterlist

[mrsharrington83]

Code Blue

Summary; The aftermath leaves Y/N second guessing everything in her life. Losing friends and witnessing her boyfriend of two years getting closer to his ex is enough to push her over the edge. Will they be able to pull themselves out of this hole that’s darker than the Upside Down itself? (For the sake of this fic, what happened at the end of the last episode of season 4 hasn’t yet happened)

Warnings; usual Stranger Things, things. Swearing, blood, injury, alcohol consumption, mentions of death and suicidal thoughts. If any of this is triggering, please don’t read.

A/N; I haven’t written anything in so long! It’s a long fic! 6.5K words, my longest on here yet. I apologise if this is bad, I’ve just been in a writing mood so thought I’d let out a lot of angst and fluff (we love it) I am a British writer (England) so sorry if things don’t make sense to you! Thank you for stopping by, hopefully my writing streak stays strong. Requests are always open. Love to all xoxo

The aftermath of the supposed earthquake had everyone second guessing. Some people left, other people were packing to leave. Having known what really went down, you sat in silence staring into your vanity mirror as everyone else you knew went to help the community at Hawkins High.

You just couldn’t stomach it. Cuts and grazes over your skin, tiredness evident in your eyes, your hair still clumped with dirt from the Upside Down, dried blood. You hadn’t even showered yet. You didn’t know how to process anything that had happened over the past 72 hours. You were accustomed to this kind of thing having it been a big part of your life for the past few years, the most recent battle however, took the biscuit.

Small Polaroid pictures littered around the back wall of your desk. Smiles, memories, better times. Max and Dustin when she stole his cap. They were in mid laugh so it was blurred a bit, but a happy memory that was stuck in time. That same Max was now in hospital, fractured bones, blind, unresponsive. Not laughing and joking with her friends, not happy, not anything. Doctors didn’t know if she’d ever wake. She was such a selfless soul, way beyond her years, but still so young. Too young. You all were.

Pictures of the group, you and your boyfriend Steve. A picture of you and Eddie during a D&D game. His hair all over the place, tongue sticking out, you laughing, Dustin in the background pulling a stupid face.

Memories.

Eddie.

Your best friend.

Gone.

Just like that.

He didn’t run this time, and fuck. You really wished he did.

The tick of your small clock dragged you away from the pictures, the light ticking mocking you, “shut up! Shut the fuck up!” you screamed from deep in your lungs, a howl so painful from your chest, putting what was left of your strength and upset from the past few weeks into knocking the blasted thing to the floor, hearing the glass and mechanics hit the floor in one swoop. It was a gift from Eddie one Christmas as you were pretty much always late. Bittersweet.

Guilt built in your stomach as you stood up fast, pushing your stool back with your legs, failing to the floor, cupping the bits of broken glass as sobs wracked your body, not realising your hands were clenched around the shards, the all too familiar claret running through the lines in your palm and down your fingers, dripping into a pool on the wooden flooring of the bedroom.

Your breathing hitched as you remembered Eddie die in your arms, the way blood trickled from his mouth. The look of pure terror on his face. He knew he was dying, but he kept it together till the very end for the sake of you and Dustin. His best friends, the people that were there for him no matter what everyone else was saying. You didn’t want to believe it. Dustin’s screams and sobs as the light left his eyes. You saw them gloss over. The way you both shook him, screamed into his ear, telling him not to leave you both behind. Your hands covered in blood. His blood.

Dropping the bits of glass on the floor, you pushed your feet and newly cut hands against the floor, the small slitters of glass that were still on your palm slicing deeper into your flesh until your back met the wall, your hands and body shaking, the tightness in your chest getting worse and you struggled to fill your lungs with air. You felt like you were about to pass out.

The past 72 hours had been, by far, the worst time of your life. You’d witnessed what you thought was your boyfriend of two years get closer to his ex, eyes can be deceiving, but there was something in his own eyes that glimmered whenever he spoke to Nancy, deep down you always wondered what Steve saw in you. Maybe you were just a knock off version of Nancy. Someone to keep him grounded in all of this. A warm body to forget all the wrongdoing in the world. Someone he knew cared about him. Perhaps more than he cared for you. You didn’t know that of course, it was just what your mind was telling you.

Your best friend had died for a town that hated him, Max, the girl who had adopted you as a cooler older sister after Billie died was lying in a hospital bed with the looming same fate, Vecna was still out there somewhere and you were sure there was even more danger on the horizon.

Even after everything that happened, your mum hadn’t bothered coming home. She was always away with her new man for weeks on end. She had called up one night before the phone lines cut out to make sure the house was still standing after witnessing the news, but other than that all you got was, ‘with everything that’s happened in Hawkins, I’m going to stay with carl for another few weeks, maybe more. Be careful out there.’”

You’d never felt more alone. You didn’t blame your friends or Steve. They wanted to help out, of course they did. You did too, but you were in no way the right frame of mind to be seeing people crying for their loved ones, talking to people that had lost others whilst you were reeling from losing your own.

You pulled yourself off the floor with great difficulty. It felt like you had a ton of bricks weighed down on you. Metaphorically speaking, you did. Though it wasn’t bricks, it was the weight of hurt and anger, of death piling up one by one. “Get yourself together Y/N. get your fucking self together.” Rummaging through your dresser, careful not to get blood on everything, you pulled out some comfortable lounge clothes that were bigger in size, purposely avoiding one of Steve’s t-shirts as you dragged yourself to the bathroom.

Putting down the toilet seat, you placed your clothes and rinsed your hands under the cold tap. Water on open cuts made you wince, but at least you felt something other than emotional pain. Watching your fresh blood mix with water and into the sink like a mini whirlpool was almost mesmerising. Picking out the last few shards of glass making the water redder with each bit. You were lucky water was still running. There were some parts of Hawkins that had no water.

Turning the dial on the shower you undressed. Peeling your clothes from your skin. Clothes you wouldn’t bother to wash. They would go straight in the bin. You had enough awful reminders on that night, you didn’t need more. Stepping into the shower, careful not to slip, you submerged yourself in warm, running water and closed your eyes, feeling old blood, mud and debris leave your tired body.

Steve had come home early, with both of your parents almost always being away you basically lived with each other. When your mum was away, he’d stay with you and if his parents were away, you’d stay with him. He had his own keys to your place, and you had your own to his.

Steve kicked his shoes off in the hallway, tiredness in his bones. The house was silent apart from the sound of water from the shower, you were at least out of bed. When Steve left this morning you were curled up in a ball with covers over your head, blocking out the world. He leant down and burrowed his head in your blankets kissing the top of your head, saying how much he loved you and that he’d be back as soon as he’d helped out in Hawkins High, with a running car it was easier for him to pick up robin and bundle Dustin, Will and Mike in the back of along with all the supplies, it was a squeeze, but not a long drive and with everything that had happened, the kids didn’t mind being on top of each other, breathing, alive. In truth, Steve didn’t want to get out of bed either. His temples ached, his bones felt heavy and the wounds he had were still throbbing, not letting him forget about the events.

He sighed and flopped onto the sofa, leaning his head back hoping to get the knots out of the muscles in his neck, tension. He didn’t want to disturb you in the shower, even though all he wanted to do was bury his face in your hair, your skin, breathe in the only place he felt safe, the only thing that made sense to him. Seeing everyone at Hawkins High, the missing persons post filled with faces he knew, faces he didn’t, the heartbreak of all of Hawkins. All he wanted was you, but instead he just sat there.

You pressed your head against the cool tiles in the bathroom as you turned off the shower, the familiar car engine shutting off in the drive, you knew Steve was back, yet you didn’t think you could see him face to face yet. You breathed out heavily and stepped out of the shower pulling a towel from the back of the door, wrapping it around yourself and another for your hair. Red staining the white cotton as you’d opened old wounds as well as your still bleeding palms that stung. You bent down to get the first aid kit from under the sink as you got to work on your wounds. You at least looked cleaner, your split lip and eyebrow not looking as bad now you’d washed, half of these injuries you didn’t even know when you’d got them, from fighting demobats to being thrown across the floor by Eddie when you tried to help, bruises from being pulled away from your friend as his lifeless body lay motionless, wounds from yourself from hitting the wall in desperation. You looked how you felt. Completely broken. You wrapped bandages around your hands and left it at that. Drying off and throwing oversized clothes on, you reached for the door handle, your hand visibly shaking.

Going back into your room you sighed at the mess. Somewhat thankful that Steve had stayed downstairs. Glass and blood everywhere. You grabbed a dustpan and a brush from a small closet next to the bathroom as well as the small towel you used for your hair, sweeping up the small shards of glass and discarding them in a small bin next to your bed. Wiping the claret up with the small towel and putting that in the bin too. You sat on the end of your bed once again staring at the pictures behind your vanity desk.

“Y/N?” Steve called up the stairs noting that the shower had been turned off for a while, worry lacing his voice. You could hear it.

“Yeah, I’m coming down.” You stood up and dragged yourself to the top of the landing. You could just throw yourself down the stairs and hope for the best. Hope you’d have an ounce of peace from your racing mind, but you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t bring yourself to take yourself over that edge, to make the people that cared about you lose another. You’d all lost too much. Begrudgingly you walked down the stairs, the illuminating light from the sun almost blinding you, you’d been living in darkness for the past few days, being in the Upside Down and then closing all the curtains upstairs as soon as you’d got back home. You’d almost forgotten how bright daylight could be.

Steve was waiting in the kitchen for you, his eyes visibly glowing when you walked into the room, as though you lit up the small space when you stepped in. A smile tugged on your lips that suddenly dropped when you remembered he was looking at Nancy exactly the same not too long ago. The same nagging thoughts you had earlier pulling you back. Knock off version of Nancy. Now that Johnathan was back, of course he came running back to you. Steve looked down to your hands and frowned, he didn’t remember you hurting your hands so much they needed bandaging,

“Sweetheart? What happened?” Steve was by your side in an instant his hands gently over yours as he inspects the bandages,

“I dropped some glass, not a big deal. Just got a little cut up in the process of cleaning it up.” You lied through your teeth, you couldn’t be bothered to talk about Eddie again and how you’d broken the last gift he would ever give to you out of anger. Steve continued to look at your hands, careful not to disturb the bandages around them,

“Do you want me to have a look? I can bandage these a bit better for you, make sure there’s no glass and...” you cut him off with a, ‘I’m fine.’ And pulled your hands away from his warmth, Steve looked a little deflated, but understood. All of you had patched each other up countless times that it was almost routine now, you’d learnt how to stitch wounds, what ointments and antiseptics to use, you basically had a mini pharmacy under your sink for things that people would never believe.

“Honestly, I’m fine Steve.” You forced a smile and went round the Kitchen Island feeling his eyes burning through you. Your house wasn’t the biggest, it was snug. The kitchen was weirdly one of the bigger rooms and probably the nicest, it was one of the only rooms your mum put any effort into before she started gallivanting around the globe. It was bright with several flowers littering the windowsills, yellow lace curtains to match some of the décor. How the flowers hadn’t died yet, you didn’t know. You never watered them.

You and the rest of the group had spent ample time in this kitchen cooking cookies and brownies for movie night, Max and Lucas always managing to burn popcorn, Steve rushing to open windows and flail a tea towel at the fire alarm to stop it beeping whilst Robin was toppling over laughing at Dustin with brownie mix all over his mouth, You’d also spent ample time in here with the older lot of the group, your mum had quite the alcohol stash. Probably enough to open a bar downtown. From several different bottles of vodka, gin, whiskey to wine, beer, cider and god knows what other potent liquid that did the job, which is exactly what you were heading for now.

Steve was slumped against one of the dining chairs as he watched you move around the island, he knew exactly what cabinet you were riffling through, “Ahhh, there it is.” You picked out an unopened bottle of vodka and put it on the side as you went through a different cupboard to pick out a decent glass.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Steve sighed as he watched your every move, “I know things aren’t great at the minute, but we really need to pull together.” You opened the vodka and poured a small glass, turning around and leaning against the counter with your ankles crossed, the glass of vodka in your hand. You shrugged and took a gulp, the burning from the alcohol igniting your insides.

“Look, sweetheart, please.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, the lack of product evident, no one ever saw Steve walking around with no product in his hair, probably because without it, it was so fluffy and never sat in the right place according to him, “this isn’t the answer, that isn’t going to help. It’s not going to bring...”

“Shut up!” you screeched, smashing the glass back onto the counter, thankfully not breaking it, “you think I don’t know that, Steve? For goodness sake! How stupid do you think I am?!” Steve is taken aback, he’s over stepped a line and he knows it, “I know it’s not going to bring Eddie back it’s not going to stop what’s going on here,” you look around the room, “it’s not going to stop Max from being in hospital, it’s not going to stop those poor kids dreaming about what happened over and over again, how fucked they’re going to be in years’ time if they even make it that far, from losing countless people and battling these things over and over again, but maybe, just maybe it will stop my racing thoughts, the hurt, the anger, the resentment I have for this stupid fucking town for five goddamn minutes, okay?! everything is falling apart at the seams, we’ve all lost so much, I even thought you were getting cosy with Nancy again!” you bite your tongue getting caught up in the rift, Steve looked towards you bewildered. You turn back to the vodka bottle, filling your glass halfway, drinking it down like water and filling it up again, “I’m not asking you to understand Steve, I’m not even asking you to deal with this, you know where the fucking door is.”

Steve stood up from the table and walked over to you slowly, turning you to face him, moving the hair that had fallen so effortlessly over your features, “I love you Y/N, whatever you thought you saw between me and Nancy was not that. I’m happy for her and Johnathan, really. I’m so glad were now with the right people, the people who ground us and make this stupid crazy life worth living, you’re my muse. I would never do that to you, sweetheart. Not ever,” moving his hands over your covered arms, to your hands, holding them gently in his, “I’m not going anywhere Y/N, just please, I don’t want to lose you too. I can’t.”

You looked Steve dead in the eyes, his glassed over, tears threatening to fall. The beautiful honey eyes you’d got lost in time and time again, “Maybe you already have.” His hands let go of yours as he visibly slumped, and took a step back, you might as well have been holding a gun, a bullet to his chest with the way he was looking at you. Turning your back to him, your own tears threatening to fall, you grabbed the bottle again unscrewing the cap, pouring yourself another glass.

“What do you mean?” Steve is silent again, his presence still behind you, feelings of uncertainty heavy in the air, “Y/N, look at me please...” the defeat in his voice made you feel awful, this was your boyfriend of two years, the person that had stayed by your side that whole time, through everything. The good times and the bad, the way you both laughed, the random dates he took you on, sometimes even after work, some of which ended up being group outings as one of the kids had seen you both and then got on the walkie talkies as quickly as possible, they ended up calling that ���code blue’ as the first time it happened Steve was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, the movie nights, the late night talks, walks, your safety net, the countless jokes that weren’t even funny. Helping him with his hair, the days he was sick and you’d take care of him, and the days he would do exactly the same back for you. He never faltered, he was always brave, always stayed strong for you, for everyone, but here he was, seconds away from breaking down. A painful ache in his voice that cut you in half, the same ache breaking the last pieces of your heart that were still intact, you wiped your tears away with the back of your sweater, turning around to see Steve once more, pain drowning his features,

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do this anymore.” he sucked in a shaky breath as a sob broke from his lips. Pain. Pain that you had caused. You finished your glass of vodka, keeping your back to Steve, you couldn’t watch him break, you couldn’t see the sadness and heartache on his face. As if he hadn’t been through enough recently,

“Y/N, please,” his voice was low, strained, as though he was bleeding out on the spot behind you, “don’t do this, we can get through this, we can get through anything, please just don’t...” you turned round to Steve his eyes visibly blood shot probably from tiredness and the tears that were free flowing down his cheeks,

“I’m sorry Steve.” You walked past him, a slight sway to your walk from too much alcohol in a short space of time on an empty stomach as you tackled the stairs, all you wanted to do was sleep, before you even got half way up the stairs you heard the front door close causing you to stop on the spot, your own sobs now tearing way through your body, this pain was tearing you apart, so much loss, but you had caused this last one.

You found yourself sitting on the end of your bed looking at the pictures behind your desk once again, would you ever feel that kind of happiness again or was this the new norm? A burning hole in the middle of your chest that was once whole and pushed together in the shape of the people you loved. All of those memories seemed like a lifetime ago, how time and life could be fleeting, oh how you took it all for granted.

***

Two weeks had passed.

Two long weeks.

Probably the longest two weeks of your life.

In those two weeks you’d had almost everyone knock on your door, mainly Robin and Dustin, “Y/N, open this door right now or I promise you I’ll put a brick through your window and climb in there myself.” Dustin shouted as he looked through the small glass patterns on the front door for signs of movement, “I’m not joking Y/N.” Dustin looked around your drive and picked up half a brick, “ten seconds, Y/N!” finally he saw movement and put the brick down on the grass, you opened the door and huffed,

“Dustin, every day for two weeks, ae you not bored yet?” He pushed you aside gently and kicked his shoes off before throwing himself onto the sofa and turning on the small TV as if he lived there, “and how can I be of assistance today?” you stood in the doorway of the living room, you no longer had the bandages on your hands, the cuts on your hands were hardly visible now, your other physical injuries were also doing much better, some might not even scar, not that you cared about a bit of scarring,

“You look like shit,” Dustin looked back at you and scoffed, he wasn’t wrong, you’d been wearing the same kind of clothes for two weeks, anything you could get your hands on. Mix matched sweats and sweaters, sometimes Steve’s t-shirts, on a very rare occasion you treated yourself by wearing a pair of jeans. Your usual full of life hair was lifeless and scraggly from the lack of brushing, your eyes blood shot from lack of sleep, red lips from gnawing at them constantly,

“Well, love you too, Dustin,” you rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen fetching juice and cookies on a tray, “so what is it today?” Dustin cleared his throat and made his way into the kitchen, taking a few cookies off the tray as he took a seat around the table drinking juice you’d bought specially for him,

“It’s Steve,” your breathing hitched as you looked to the floor, biting at your already raw lips, you pulled a second chair out and sat opposite Dustin, taking your own cookie and nibbling at it. You hadn’t eaten well for two weeks now,

“What about him?” you took a swig of your own juice and sit looking towards your younger friend,

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. I know you still care, Robin tells me things, y’know, and you’re not someone that doesn’t care about people,” Dustin shook his head, “this act is bullshit, Y/N. Steve is over there wondering what he did wrong, what he can do to help you, he’s broken, Y/N and none of us can get through to him, ne needs you and you need him and we need you both. We need our kick ass non babysitters back. We need to stick together. We can’t all break otherwise what do we have?” you bit the inside of your cheek letting Dustin talk, you had been unfair, everything in this world was so wrong and you were breaking the only good thing in it,

“I’m scared, Dusty,” you looked to him and he nodded, not wasting time to eat more cookies, all the kids loved your cookies,

“We all are, Y/N. you know this isn’t over right?” you looked down knowingly and started to play with the patterned table cover, “Steve needs you, I need you, we all need you. You know Eddie wouldn’t want this right?” you breathed deeply at the mention of his name, “you’re the bravest person he knew, he told me, and do you know what else?” you looked up from the table, “he loved you and Steve together, he saw how happy he made you and that’s what he wanted for you. He wanted you to be happy.” You sighed, breath shaky as a tear fell from your lashes onto the tablecloth you were playing with moments before,

“Well he got one thing wrong, he was the bravest.” Dustin put his hand over yours and gave it a light squeeze,

“Please just come and see Steve? Everyone is round there trying to cheer him up and he looks just as shit as you, if not more. If you don’t come with me, the others are going to try one by one, I’m the nicer one.” He stood up from the table, hopeful,

“Dustin I can’t,” disappointment clouded his eyes, “I can’t go over there empty handed, help me make some cookies?” the usual toothy grin from Dustin was back, one you hadn’t seen for a such a long time, one that made your heart swell. You loved those kids so much and you’d do anything to protect them, you felt bad for wallowing in in your own self-pity when everyone you cared about was going through the exact same thing as you. You’d nearly lost the one thing that made sense and you were going to try and not let that slip any further. You and Dustin got to work on the cookies, not failing to get flour all over the surface and yourselves. Once the cookies were in the oven and cooking, you looked over to Dustin, “Keep an eye on the cookies for me? I’m going to try and sort this out a bit,” you pointed to your mop of a hair as he grinned and nodded, picking up his walkie as you left the room,

“Guys, it’s Dustin, over.” He waited for the usual static of the walkie patiently as he pressed more buttons hoping to hear from the others,

“Hearing you loud and clear, Dustin, what’s the status, over.” Mike was on the other end, uncertainty in his voice, but hugged by hope, Will, El and even Lucas in the background hugging over the other walkie talkie hoping for a shred of good news. Max was still in hospital, though in good hands. There was hope that she’d still wake up, she was strong and a fighter. Lucas sat by her bedside every chance he got, but he too needed fresh air sometimes, to see his friends. Being cooped up waiting for someone to wake up wouldn’t do anyone any good if it was constant. Same four walls day in, day out. It took some time for him to realise that however.

“Guys, we have ourselves a code blue. Over.” Dustin chimed excitedly as the rest of the youngsters screamed in joy, they were out of ear shot from Steve and Robin, all around the pool as it was such a lovely day in Hawkins, warm with a light breeze hitting the trees and pool every now and then causing small ripples, birds still chirping. Even amidst all the uncertainty and heartache, life could be beautiful.

You looked into the mirror having put a little bit of makeup on, an extreme rarity for you with everything that had gone on the past few years, you’d finally put a brush through your washed hair and changed into something more you, high waisted jeans, a black t-shirt and a light denim jacket you could take off if you wanted, you felt the warmth through the bathroom window as you looked at yourself in the mirror once more, “presentable.” You could smell cookies downstairs signalling Dustin had kept to his word and kept an eye on then, not letting them burn. You hurried down the stairs with a skip to your step and twirled to Dustin who was standing in the hall with a cookie jar in hand, ready to pack them once they’d cooled a little,

“There’s the Y/N I know! Yes!” Dustin fist bumped the air with his free hand wishing the cookies would cool down faster. You gathered your shoes and a small bag to put your keys and anything else you needed in,

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?,” you stopped in your tracks, looking at Dustin unsure, “what if I’ve hurt him too much and he never wants to see me again?” you play with the hem of your denim jacket, backtracking, wondering if this was a good idea after all,

“you’re the only person he wants to see, Y/N. we just invite ourselves in and he’s too nice to tell us to get out,” you shake your head,

“You know that isn’t true, he loves you guys as much as I do, even if he’s in the worst mood possible, he’d always rather have you guys around, you know that,” Dustin nodded, putting the cooler cookies into the jar sealing them tightly, “did you bike over here?” you questioned as Dustin shook his head,

“I didn’t,” he grinned and dug his hand in his back pocket, pulling Steve’s car keys out and waving them in your face, “he doesn’t know, obviously,” Dustin shrugged as you shook your head and put your head in your hand laughing in disbelief, a real laugh, something you forgot you could do,

“Dustin! You could have caused an accident!” you tried to sound serious over your laughing that just wouldn’t stop,

“well, you don’t see many cars on the road these days after what happened, maybe people are too scared,” he shrugged once more, “not me, now. Let’s gooooo!” Dustin ran for the front door, cookies in hand, and his small backpack you didn’t realise he had draped over a shoulder,

“Ahhh. Not so fast, keys!” you extended your hand to Dustin, Steve absolutely loved that car, sometimes you wondered if he loved that car more than you and okay, Dustin got there safely, but now he was in your care he wouldn’t be driving that thing,

“Spoil sport,” he ginned as he handed you the keys stepping out into the outside. You took a deep breath. The smell of the outside you hadn’t seen in weeks. The light breeze through your hair the sun tingling against your skin, butterflies and birds, nature. Things you hasn’t stopped to look at for such a long time, “earth to Y/N,” you shook your head and walked towards the car, opening it for you both.

 You hadn’t driven in forever, was it something you could forget? Fastening your seatbelt, making sure Dustin did the same, starting the car and opening the windows, you pulled the sun visor down, a small Polaroid falling onto your lap. You turned it around to see a picture of you and Steve, your heart beating against your chest as you ran your finger over the photo. It was the first one you took together, before you were even official. Halloween 1984. That stupid party, the night Steve and Nancy broke up. You found Steve crying on the back step, you spent the rest of the night trying to cheer him up. One too many beers, weed and a stupid camera, “he kept it...” Dustin looked up at you as you put the photo in the dashboard opposite Dustin,

“Of course he did, he keeps everything,” you didn’t know that, you didn’t say anything further as you pulled off the drive, it wasn’t a long drive. It was actually an easy enough walk, you didn’t live far from Steve. The nights he would randomly turn up at your house and throw pebbles at the window even though no one else was in the house, small memories making you smile.

The drive was quiet, Dustin looking out the window the whole way there, your heart still hammering against your chest, would people be happy to see you, would they hate you, would things be the same, what the fuck were you going to say to Steve? Pulling onto his drive, things got too real, you heard laughter from the other younger people of the group outside as you locked up the car, Dustin rushing to the back gate with cookies, though before he could you were tackled by El, Mike, Will and Lucas, “Y/N OH MY GOD YOU’RE HERE!” mike exclaimed as you laughed with the kids, some of them sopping wet from the pool, of course they still loved you, “we all missed you so much, it’s so good to see you” you ruffled everyone’s hair, something you always used to do when they were younger, something you still hadn’t stopped, tears in your eyes, you smiled, for once they weren’t sad tears,

“I’ve missed you all so much, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I’m sorry I haven’t been stronger for you all.” They all hugged you tighter, understanding, when did they all grow up?

“we all understand,” Lucas looks at you empathetically, “Max would want us all together, so would Eddie,” you hugged them all just that little bit tighter as they lead you into the back gate, not much had changed in Steve’s back yard except the grass was unkempt, the pool still clean somehow, “we will let you talk to Steve now,” you took a deep breath and looked towards the back sliding doors Robin leaning against them smiling as she ran out to hug you,

“Oh praise the heavens you’re here, I cannot deal with him in there for one minute longer,” you looked towards robin apologetically and she shook her head, “none of that, Y/N. Go see him, bring our Steve back, yeah?” she smiled and sat next to the kids, stealing one of the cookies you made.

You made your way into the house, the house that had so many different memories, you kicked your shoes off and put them where you always do before poking your head into the living room, Steve’s back was towards you as he was staring at the TV something you guessed he’d been doing for the past couple weeks, a lot like you really. His hair was too dishevelled and free of product, but oh fuck did he look like home. “If you’re there to try get me outside in the pool again, Robin I swear to fuck I will change the locks on this house.” He signed defeated and tuned round, his pupils dilating, shock on his face, the evident bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, “Y/N?” he scrambled off the sofa as fast as he could, scared you were a figment of his imagination, “is... is it really you? You’re here...” he stood opposite, reaching out to you,

“Steve...” tears welled in your eyes, “I am so, so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, I didn’t want what I said, I was so lost in my own mind,” he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “please forgive me, I’m so sorry,” you pulled away to look at him, tears in his own eyes as he brushed your free falling ones away with his thumb, “I love you so much, I was so scared of losing you too that I fucked up and lost you anyway,” he pulled you back into him, the smell of cedar, bergamot and a slight hint of cigarette smoke, home.

“You didn’t lose me, sweetheart. I love you, more than anything,” he pulled you into him, lips crashing together, cola Popsicle and a small hint of your home cooked cookies that Dustin must have been bringing to him secretly. Everyone loved your cookies. He pulled away and smashed his lips against yours again over and over, the taste of salt now from both of your tears, small lazy kisses planted all over your mouth as he pulled away, your lips slightly swollen, his honey eyes full of life once more, he was never going to let you go. He pulled you flush with his body, your head resting against his chest, as he ran his fingers through your hair, “you’re my home, Y/N. Wherever you are. That’s home to me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, okay?” you kissed him again, your cherry chapstick smearing over both of your mouths,

“you’re my home too, Mr. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington,” you looked up to him, a smile on your face, no longer crying as you knocked your hip with his. The emptiness in your heart glazing over a little, the pieces of your broken heart slowly reconnecting, the feeling of life, love, family.

“Have you seen my hair right now?” he ran a hair though it, washed, but lifeless. “Give me a minute, yeah? Put a movie on.” He kissed you softly before sprinting out of the room. You sat on the sofa you’d sat on countless times as you went through old rentals that would probably never be returned as the video store was one of the places to be destroyed, you placed a VHS in the TV as Steve bounded down the stairs, his hair no longer lifeless and messy, but perfect. Your smile so big your jaw could dislocate, “better? The hair is back,” he grinned and jumped over you on the sofa, “Return of the Jedi? One of my favourites.” He pulled your legs over his lap, both of you draped over the sofa like nothing had changed, his hands caressing your knee, smiles not leaving either of your faces.

“GUYS, CODE BLUEEEE.” Dustin shouted from behind the sofa as everyone else bundled in, “and look at that, Farrah Fawcett spray,” Dustin grinned,

“That’s top secret, dude!” Steve shook his head, a genuine laugh falling from his mouth as everyone pulled blankets and cushions around themselves, your cookies in hand. A good old fashioned movie night, things were going to be okay, you looked over to Steve, his eyes glistening as he squeezed your leg. The people you chose as family, Robin in the corner of the room beaming for the both of you. Both of her best friends back together, where they belong. There was a long road ahead for all of you, but at least you’d always face these things together. You were all so much stronger together. A team. A family.

[dulcewrites]

ewan in the saltburn trailer is j sooo giving private school filthy rich aemond i love it

AND YES HE NEEDS HIS POC GF

I have been feeling…. less than inspired lately about hotd tbh but hopefully this will spark something. I know no one asked for this lol. This was inspired by Beyoncé’s Upgrade U. Honestly, I don't think Aemond would be much of a loser in a modern setting. He would be far too elusive and people would find him interesting simply based on that. But I am combining/changing some lore here so he is a #loser in this like I am assuming Ewan's character is Saltburn is.

Upgrade You

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x rich!reader (wc: 2k)

Summary: You have always enjoyed having a project to build or fix up and Aemond Targaryen is no different

You flick a spoolie brush over your brows as you finished up your makeup. The lights from your vanity mirror illuminating you as you put the last touches on your face.

"I don't get it," Melanie sighed as she hugged one of your pillows to her chest. She sat crossed legged on your California king bed. "You're like the smartest person I know. Why do you need to be tutored?"

"Everyone can improve themselves, no matter what someone's specialty may be. Remember that."

Melanie nodded enthusiastically. Sweet girl, you think. A little daft at times but nothing some time under your guidance cannot fix.

She tilts her head curiously. "You are pretty dressed up for a library meeting too."

"Another lesson," you fluff your curls then turn from the mirror to her. "Do not let anyone tell you that you are overdressed. Does the library have a dress code?"

Melanie shakes her head slowly.

"So, who is going to tell me to change?"

"... No one?"

"Exactly."

Melanie chews on her lip in thought as if she is taking mental notes in her head. Though she is not wrong you are quite dressed up just to be studying. But your advice was also not wrong; any moment to be noticed should be taken and made the most of. If are to come into contact with any of your peers, why not make the best impression possible. You also do not have in it in you to tell your new pupil about the real reason as to why you were making this little trip. Best move through life with your cards close to your chest as your mother tells you. You can only imagine how wide Melanie's hazel eyes would get if you told her what you had up your sleeve.

Much like how you help the girls around you cultivate their futures, you must look out for your own as well. Your phone dings, and you smile when you check the notification.

Aemond Targaryen.

Archaic, some would say. Sending the feminist movement back 50 years, many could argue. Being realistic is more how you would put it. You have money, sure. Your parents have afforded you all the opportunities they wanted you to have, and for that you are grateful. But you are not naive; this is still very much a man's world. No matter how much money you have, there will be people who will look at you and hate you for having the gall to want more. For having ideas and wanting to express them. For looking the way, you do - for using the way you look against them.

You may not be able to have a seat at the table... but you can have someone build another for you.

Your family may have resources and money. But they do not have 'my father can use company family buy his way into politics; my mom has ancestry that traces back to French royalty' reach.

Luckily for you, there is someone who does have that access.

A little rough around the edges, but nothing some TLC cannot fix. It was one of your best traits: finding the diamonds in the rough and polishing them off so they shine brighter than before.

You go over to your closet and open the double doors. As your eyes search over the different handbags, you call out back to Melanie.

"Watercolor Dior saddle or creme Bottega Jodie?"

"Dior," she calls back.

You check yourself in the mirror before existing the closet.

"Well," you twirl for Melanie. You run hand over your midi turtleneck dress. You knee length boots clanked around as you moved in a circle.

"Perfect," she beams.

She sees you out to your car. With the window rolled down, she waves you off like a mother seeing their child off for kindergarten.

"Happy studying!"

Sweet and simple, just how you like em.

———

You always thought the best thing about Oxford was how it looked in the fall. The leaves begun to change, sprite green to a blend of red, orange, purple, and brown. Made the most picturesque background. But it seemed like how gently the leaves fell from the trees was the only thing that was coming easily.

Maybe it was naivety on your part, but you thought when you showed up in four-inch patent leather Aquazzura heels and literally no books, Aemond would have got the hint. And yet, here you were talking about the components of stockholder’s equity, as if you cared.

"So," you interrupt him mid rant. "Any fun plans for Winter break? I know it is a while away, but everyone is already taking about what they are doing."

He wrinkles his nose, his glasses being pushes up in the process. "Probably just dinner with the family."

Right. The compound. At least that is what the Targaryen main home looks like. You of course needed to your research.

"Well, there is this crazy Christmas that happens before everyone leaves," you shuffle closer to him, and you hope he gets a whiff of your perfume. "Maybe we can go together?"

Aemond snorts and looks down bit sheepishly. "Highly doubt, I am invited."

You fight the urge to sigh wistfully. Cute, smart, wealthy as fuck... and apparently awfully insecure. Everyone throwing the party should be falling at their knees to have him around. But you have since understood during your time at Oxford that many students here do not understand the opportunities in front of them.

If Aemond had any real confidence, he'd say fuck it because he could buy everyone going if he wanted to. They ignore him because he allows them to. And then you realize he is one of those people; the delusional 'I want to get by on my merit not my name' kind of people.

Oh sweet, silly boy.

"That doesn't matter," you wave him off. "Besides, if anyone says anything, you can just say you're with me. Consider it a thank you for doing this for me."

You let your hand slip on his thigh and squeeze slightly.

"Better yet, let's call it a date."

Rhaenyra would think for the amount of money her family has; they would be able to afford stronger liquor. But she has a feeling that it has nothing to do with money, and more about the 'champagne only' rule Alicent liked.

The expansive backyard was decorated impeccably, as it always is for the annual holiday party that they throw. Twinkly lights in the trees, red and green everywhere, and even a frankly nouveau riche ice sculpture. The affair was black tie, and Rhaenyra could feel the eyes of some guess when she showed up in a red fitted suit. Taking small sips from her glass, she looks around the area. She swears the more years go on, the less she recognizes who is invited to things like this.

"Don't tell me step-mommy has put you in timeout."

She rolls her eyes when she hears a familiar voice. Daemon comes to stand next to her, with a small glass in his hand.

"No, you fucker," Rhaenyra rolls her eyes then frowns. "Where did you get the scotch?"

"Why do you think I am in timeout?"

Her uncle always found a way around the rules. Rhaenyra blows air out of her cheeks in annoyance. She looks down at her watch; another rule is that they were required to stay at 2 hours. Only 45 minutes has passed since she arrived.

"Heard you are going to the company retreat this year," Daemon downs the rest of the drink and winces at the burning.

"Someone has to represent the family with dad," she shrugs, a small amount of smugness seeping into her tone. "He asked me to go."

"Hmmm," Daemon smirks at her smugness. "You and Aemond."

Rhaenyra blinks confused. "What?"

"Yup," he leans against the wall. "I suppose Viserys has found a new muse."

Rhaenyra snorts at his words but then licks her lips curiously. It sounds cruel to think, but it was never something she ever really worried about - her father possibly preferring her siblings over her. At least not something she worried about in her adulthood. Sure, as a girl, freshly off the passing of her mother and seeing her father marry a woman only six years her senior, rattled her. Aegon being born shortly after only made things more tense. But, and to his own detriment really, Viserys had made sure she came first.

"I did not know Aemond had an interest in the company in the first place."

"He didn't," Daemon's mouth pinches a little. "Not until... recently."

Rhaenyra follows her uncle's gaze out to where Aemond was standing. He always managed to look more grow up than his sibling, more than Helaena and Aegon. A mimicry that Rhaenyra thinks he picked up from his mother, but something seemed different now. New haircut, no glasses, new suit. Armani? No, Tom Ford. With a Cartier tie clip and sparking cuff links to match. He is surrounded by some of the lawyers that work at the company.

"Looks like university has done him well," Rhaenyra tries to sound as even keeled as possible. "Good for him."

"No," Daemon sounds bored with her strained pleasantries. "That is what pussy does someone who has never got any before."

Rhaenyra blanches. The last thing she wants to think about is her younger brother having sex. She sets her champagne down in disgust.

"Don't be gross."

Daemon huffs before directing his attention towards the other side of the courtyard. His eyes zero in on Alicent, who tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder as she laughs with a young woman. A pretty young woman.

"Only met this semester and managed to get a holiday party invite, and a seat next to mother dearest. She must some charmer."

"You know," Rhaenyra starts. "Not every woman that is around this family is some sort of ruthless social climber."

"Of course, not every woman. Only the smart ones."

She sighs. That was not just pointed at the girl, but at Alicent too. Even though Alicent grew up with an even cushier life than they did. A type of old money that even the Targaryens had to give credence to. Strangely enough, Daemon seemed to take Viserys remarrying worse than Rhaenyra did. Hellbent on insisting that this was some sort of grand plan of the Hightowers. Even Rhaenyra over the years had grown to accept the fate that is their blended family. Accepted it enough to be cordial, albeit sometimes still awkward, with Alicent. They have forever been bonded in having to deal with the ever changing moods that come with being in Viserys Targaryen’s orbit. But Daemon... it seems like he has never forgiven his brother for moving on. He seemed to only grow more jaded since the divorce from Laena.

"How do you even know this?"

"Aemond told Aegon who told Helaena who told Rhaena who told Baela who told me."

Rhaenyra breaks her gaze from the two women. "Keeping tabs on your nephew that you barely speak to?"

Daemon gave her an empty smile. Almost a little cruel like he would crush her like a bug if it was not so pitiful. "You naive little thing. When you figure things out, let me know."

Rhaenyra wants to ask him what he means by that, but Daemon pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against to leave Rhaenyra alone.

Alone was a feeling she was used to. Rhaenyra often found solace in the loneliness that she found herself stuck in. If she did not find comfort in it, it would swallow her whole. Jaw unhinged and bloodthirsty.

Her eyes went back to the where Alicent and the girl were sitting, but Helaena seemed to replace the girl's place to speak with her mother. Instead of getting chummy with Alicent, the mystery woman had gone over to Aemond. Rhaenyra felt a little queasy watching them. Like watching two little dolls or those silly little cake toppers people get. Picture perfect like the stock photos that came in picture frames.

She shook her head at herself with an internal laugh. Here she was picking apart her baby brother's seemingly first real relationship; she was no better than Daemon if she did that. It was what she told herself when she watched one of the wives of the company's lawyers come up to the girl and give her kiss on the cheek. Like they were old family friends. Rhaenyra suddenly finds herself straightening out her jacket and her heels moving across the outdoor area. Might as well introduce herself... as a kind sister figure, of course.

She had a funny feeling she will be seeing this girl around more often.

[mystic-lumber]

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[harmonyrae]

Power Couple

CHAPTER 7 - House on the Hill

It's time for the angst to level up... You & Sylus finally meet and begin your partnership to find the mysterious protocore. But is it a business dinner or a date? Even you can't tell anymore...

VISUALS: Dress Inspo: https://shorturl.at/imEwy Heels Inspo: https://shorturl.at/PcIm3 Visualize the Settings: https://shorturl.at/3XOoh

You sit in front of the vanity in your bathroom for a full hour before you finally work up the courage to start getting ready. How are you supposed to dress for this? Professional or sexy? Or both? Why are you so nervous about this? Why are you overthinking? Why are you…

Ding

A message from the burner phone that you have placed right in front of you on the vanity. You finish blending your contour before looking at the message.

(Sylus) Not long now. You’re not second guessing our deal are you?

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, tapping powder under your eyes. You love the game. Even though you feel like an idiot, you are loving every second of it. So no, you are not second guessing. You type out a quick reply.

(You) Why would I? I’ll see you in an hour.

You spend extra time on your liner to make sure it’s perfect. Well, as perfect as it can get. You take the curlers out of your hair and run a brush through it. Big soft curls, smokey eyes, rosy lips. You smile. The night will be over soon and you won’t have to think about him for another month. Unless you want to...

You pull a dress out of your closet. A dress you haven’t worn in ages. The soft black fabric wraps around you tightly, hitting your curves just right. The sheer fabric drapes off your shoulders accentuating your collarbone. The fabric continues down your arms, hanging loosely. You twirl your upper body back and forth, the extra fabric of the sleeves flowing around you. You grab a pair of shoes, thick heels with wraps to secure your ankles. At least you won’t trip tonight. 

Ding

You pick up your purse and the burner phone off your bed. You spritz your perfume on as you read Sylus’ new message. 

(Sylus) Just making sure. I look forward to seeing you, kitten.

You don’t bother to hide your smile. You will never admit it to anyone that you like his little nickname for you. But you fully intend to give him shit for it. You open your bedroom door to find Dorian waiting on the couch. He looks up to you and his mouth falls open. 

“Okay, what are you doing Y/N? Is this a business deal or a date?” The tips of his ears turn pink.

“You know better than anyone what I am capable of. I’m just making sure I have an edge.” Dorian rubs his eyes and stands, offering you his arm. You take it. 

“Well, you’ll certainly have the upper hand tonight. I guess I can only wish you luck.” He guides you through your front door and down the elevator.

The drive was quiet other than Dorian reviewing the escape plan and code words. You reviewed them in your head over and over. You were ready. Or ready as you’ll ever be. 

When the driver begins to scale, what Dorian referred to as “a small mountain,” you start to get anxious. After what seems like an eternity, the car pulls into the long driveway. You gasp at how beautiful the house is. Most houses in the N109 Zone are concrete. No white picket fences or rose bushes. But this house, it’s gorgeous. A brick facade, pointed scalloped roofs, a bright red door, the trees and bushes are trimmed and shaped. There’s a large stone fountain that sits in the front yard. You spot a gazebo surrounded by flowers next to the driveway that circles around the back where you assume the underground garage is. The backyard is full of huge trees, lights and what looks like more flower beds. You spot a hot tub and pool surrounded by string lights.This house was even nicer than some houses you saw in Linkon.

The car parks and you watch a large box truck, containing the protocore shipment, circle around back to descend into the garage. You walk up to the red door and ring the doorbell. Dorian is still in the car, watching you through the window. You give him a wave as if to say, “Go away!” But the car doesn’t move.

“I thought for a second you weren’t going to show.” Sylus stands in the doorway, eyes locked on yours. Jesus, how? How is he even more attractive? His sleek black suit must have been tailored just for him. His dark gray dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to feed your overactive imagination. His collarbone, the subtle definition of his pecks… A simple gold chain hangs around his neck and it glitters in the afternoon sun. You take a mental image, you’ll need it for later.

“You doubted me? Hurtful.” The fact you kept your composure and gave a sassy response, you impressed yourself. 

You glance over your shoulder and glare at Dorian. He finally relents and you see him say something to the driver before the car slowly pulls off down the driveway. You turn back to Sylus. He turns to make room for you to pass him in the doorway. 

The inside is just as beautiful as the outside. A stunning staircase sweeping off to the left, a huge entryway full of artwork, plush chairs and tables with vases. Sylus leads you through the living room. More paintings cover the walls, velvet couches, pristine wooden floors and a crackling fireplace welcome you. You journey through a spotless kitchen, a chef already preparing the dinner you and Sylus will be sharing. And god, it smells heavenly. Sylus opens a door in the hallway revealing a steep staircase. He turns to you, offering you his hand. You squint at him, but he only smiles back. You take his hand and he leads you down the stairs. 

You reach the door at the bottom of the stairs and Sylus opens it to reveal the underground garage. The box truck is already parked and the driver is leaning against it. You approach him and give him an envelope - a down payment for the extra weekend work. He smiles and gets into the passenger seat, tipping his hat over his eyes and settling in to take a nap.

Sylus is around the back of the truck talking to someone. When you finally see who he is speaking with, your eyes widen. Two men, both in black suits, ginger curls, both holding masks listening to Sylus with rapt attention. Sylus looks over to you and both men turn to meet your gaze. One of them gasps audibly, while slightly dramatic, you can’t blame him. 

“You!” Luke half-shouts. You smile and give him a wave.

“Hi Luke. How’ve you been?” Luke looks to his brother before staring at the floor. 

“Wait, is this-?” Before the other man could finish, Luke grabs his wrist and pulls him toward the staircase. 

“Kieran, Luke, find me if anything matches.” Sylus shouts after them as the boys run up the stairs. 

“I should say I’m sorry.” You say under your breath. Sylus huffs out a laugh.

“Luke getting kidnapped was just what he needed. He needed to toughen up.” Sylus opens the back of the truck to examine the neat rows of boxes, each filled to the brim with protocores.

“So how are you going to search all these boxes in one day?” 

“Why do you think I brought Luke and Kieran? They know what to look for and they’ll bring it to me to confirm. So, I think it’s about time I give you a proper tour of this place. What do you say?” Sylus smiles and gives you a wink. You find yourself holding your breath again.

“As long as there’s a glass of wine in my hands.” 

You finally catch Sylus in the act. His eyes trailing down your body. When he locks eyes with you, he doesn’t attempt to hide the fact he was staring at you. He reaches out his hand to you once more. And, once again, you take it, allowing him to lead you up the stairs. This time he brings his other hand to the small of your back. You’re glad the stairwell is dark to hide your smile.

Once you’re both back in the kitchen, Sylus grabs the bottle of Le Macchiole Messorio from the picture he sent you and two glasses. He walks over to the living room and sits on the couch. He pours the wine and motions for you to sit beside him. 

“I opened her up about 30 minutes ago. I was worried you’d arrive late and miss getting a taste when it’s at its peak.” Sylus holds a glass out for you. You take it with a smile.

“Good thing I wasn’t late.” You take a sip and close your eyes to enjoy the rich flavor. You’ve been drinking sweet wines for a while, not cheap, but nothing nearly this expensive and exquisite. When you open your eyes, you catch Sylus staring at you again over the rim of his wine glass.

“So the tour?” He takes a sip of his wine and stands, waiting for you to follow him.

Tag List (comment if you wanna be added!): @trishiepo0 @not-so-quite-human

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[gingerjolover]

You're not Bob the Builder - naomi mcpherson (MUNA) x reader (soft!gf coded)

this comes as a lil side story from mornings :)

synopsis: nomi and joey build soft!gf a vanity and chaos ensues before an early muna!christmas dinner

g's notes: i want so celebrate muna christmas w nomi baby and my bff kelli siiiiiiigh

Warnings: RPF, christmas!, noami and jo being chaotic, no fundamental physical descriptors, reader is soft!gf coded so she/her pronouns/afab?

Your brow is sweating, weight rested on one foot as you stand at the stove, whisking gravy in a medium-sized pot.

"Where do you want this babe?" Kelli asks, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a charcuterie board, an assortment of cheeses and meats, both vegan and not, decorated with fruits and dips paired with edible flowers, an impressive spread made by Kelli herself.

"The fridge I gues-" you start to say cut off by a yell coming from your bedroom.

"Put the hammer down!" "Naomi I swear to god..."

Kelli rolls her eyes, albeit lovingly as she opens the fridge.

"Do I even want to know?" you snort, returning to the stove. Kelli giggles, coming and sitting on the island a few feet away from you, feet swinging to kick your legs softly.

"They're putting together your vanity, I think," Kelli shrugs, popping a grape from a bowl on the counter into her mouth.

"I thought it was pre-built... the box was huge," you shrug gently.

"Nope, I think Jo was going to help set it up in the room and attach the mirror, but it came disassembled," Kelli winces.

"Should've asked Julien," you mumble, getting a belly chuckle out of Kelli, you both know Julien is far better with furniture and building things then either of your partners.

"Who knows, maybe they'll get it done faster because there's two of them?" she shrugs, popping another grape into her mouth and hopping down, getting ready to cut a baguette.

"Yeah, or I'll end up with no vanity and holes in my ceiling or walls," you grumble.

"Oh, don't be like that-" her words were cut off by two deep squeals and the sound of the electric drill, something flinging against the wall with a thump; Kelli's eyes widened.

Kelli moves quick but you move quicker, you shut off the stove and move the pot to an unused burner.

You both climb the stairs, moving to stand in the doorway, Naomi standing shirtless with their back facing you, and hands intertwined on the top of their head. Jo lays on the floor, staring at the ceiling, both letting out small huffs.

"What the hell was that?" you ask, looking down at the floor; you and Kelli's eyes are comically wide as you stare at the scattered vanity pieces all over your bedroom floor.

"Hi, babydoll," Naomi says casually, walking over to you, brushing your hair back, and placing small kisses on the crown of your hairline. Naomi's hair is tucked into a baseball cap, small curls peeking out the sides, sweat running down the middle of their torso, and the windows cracked open, letting a welcomed breeze into the room.

Jo groans from her place on the floor, tank top riding up slightly, visible sweat on their forehead.

"Why are you sweaty?" Kelli asks, eyebrows scrunched.

"Because Naomi ordered a fucking whack ass piece of furniture and-"

"I didn't, Jo! It's not my fault it didn't come with instructions--" Noami refutes, both of them starting to bicker again, Noami rubbing their hands over their face.

"Wait, it didn't come with instructions?" you ask, jaw dropped slightly as you stare at the half built base of the vanity.

"Maybe we should call JB," Kelli mumbles; Jo and Naomi whip their heads towards her.

"Bite your tongue!" "Take that back!"

Kelli puts her hands up, eyes widening as she fights a smile, "Okay, okay, sorry... didn't mean to touch a nerve..." she says, her tone filling with humor.

"We can do this, we- we can do this, Naomi, we don't need Julien... we can build this thing ourselves," Jo says, standing up and gesturing between themselves and Naomi. Jo's tone is almost as if she's trying to convince herself and Noami simultaneously.

"Yeah, fuck yeah... we can..." Naomi starts, turning to look back at you with a lopsided smile. "I can build... a vanity, baby, I can," Naomi says, trying to convince you.

"Right, yeah, I totally believe in you..." you say, tight smile as you look at the dent in your wall, eyes widening again.

Jo looks at you sheepishly, hands coming out in front of them, "I'll fix it," they say quickly as Naomi speaks over top of her, "It was an accident!"

All you can do is shake your head, rubbing the skin between your eyebrows and the bridge of your nose as you look at the bedside table across the room where the alarm clock sits. "People will be here in 6 hours..." you say, biting your lip nervously.

"Jo, we still need to go home and get ready..." Kelli warns softly.

"It's fine...we got this," Jo says cockily, eyes filled with terror as they look towards Naomi, both sharing a look.

"Okay, well... we'll leave you two to it," Kelli says suspiciously, pulling her phone out as you both back out of the room, returning downstairs.

"Please text JB," you murmur once you're out of earshot.

"Already did," Kelli huffs.

BONUS:

"Yo!" Julien says as she walks into the house, Lucy and Phoebe behind her, their partners carrying dishes or flowers into the house. Julien's girlfriend kisses your cheek softly, kissing Kelli and Katie's cheeks before heading into your kitchen; everyone starts chatting as more of your friends arrive.

"So where's the vanity?" Julien asks, adjusting the collar of her dress shirt.

"Upstairs... I don't really know what you're about to walk into... It wasn't finished or stable when Jo and Kelli left to get ready, and I haven't been upstairs since I got ready so..." you smile sheepishly.

Julien winks and pinches your cheek gently before bounding up the stairs.

"Babe? You told Julien?" Naomi yells down, offended. "Kelli, really?" Jo yells immediately after.

"Just let her check your work!" Kelli yells up, making the room laugh at the antics of your partners.

"I'm sure they did a great job," Julien's girlfriend says sweetly, arm around your waist as she leans her head onto your shoulder.

"Tell that to the hammer sized dent in my bedroom wall..." you huff, her hands adjusting the bow in your hair.

"The what?!"

fyi: they did build it correctly, julien just tightened some screws and helped them secure it to the wall, AND jo DID fix the dent in the wall hehe <3

[corpsebasil]

Oooh I’d love an arranged marriage au where the reader hasn’t been married by any other foreign princes (she’s a princess on her grand tour) and she comes to ravka jaded and bitter. (This can be set during the original trilogy in a version where the sun summoner has never come back). She meets Nikolai at a ball during siege and storm and the two of them go from enemies to lovers…. 👀. Along the way it could turn out that she’s the sun summoner but because of her severely internalized trauma, she *cant* show her powers.

Ooooooh Pookie

^^ sorry but this man is so Nikolai coded it’s insane . No offense Patrick Gibson but these blond men are starting to get to me

This one’s gonna be short but I want to get to the point, sorry. Your backstory was good just pretend mine fits. LOL

Warnings: none just fluff

Months on tour. Months. That’s how long you’ve been gallivanting around the continent in search of a future King consort. The only option, it seems, to your chagrin, is the wild, witty, and annoyingly gorgeous Prince Nikolai.

“Come running back?” He asks nonchalantly one evening after he casually burst into your chambers like he owns the place. Your eye twitches from where youre sitting at your vanity, the blond collapsing dramatically on top of your bed. “Miss me too much? I missed you, too.”

“Please keep your shoes off the bed.” You snap, applying moisturizer with violence as he toes off one shoe, then the other, and props his chin on his hands, kicking his feet in the air like a child. “Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Sure, but you’re the most fun.”

“Saints, save me.”

“No Saints here, love. Just me.”

When you turn and throw a makeup brush at his head he dodges, grinning like a fiend as you roll your eyes.

You’ve known Nikolai for years. Since you were children he taunted and teased you, pulling on your pigtails and stealing the last bites of your desserts. Now though, he seems different. Sure he’s still annoying but, after forcing yourself to deal with him courting you, you noticed the changes.

Instead of pulling on your hair, he holds your hands when helping you out of carriages, off horses, and up or down any flights of stairs. He keeps a hand on the small of your back when you move through crowds, his witty remarks kept low so only you can hear them. Instead of stealing your desserts he saves you the last bite, casually sliding his plate an inch or so towards you without even glancing over.

He plays with your hair during meals or boring meetings, wrapping a strand around his finger and tugging twice, gently, as if a signal that he’s thinking of you, that he’s by your side, that he takes this tour seriously.

“Can we end the theatrics and admit you like me?” He asks from the bed, stretching out like a lazy housecat as he watches you finish up your skincare and stand. His serene smile grows as you approach, planting your hands on the bed to peer down over him.

“I do not like you.” You say sweetly, then gasp when he hooks an arm around your waist and tugs you down next to him, practically nose to nose.

“Stop lying.” He groans, amused when you wiggle and squirm (you’re barely trying to escape) before you finally let out a huff and collapse, head propped on his bicep when he tugs you closer. His blue eyes are glittering with something like adoration when he pokes your cheek, marveling at the smoothness. “You look like a snail ran all over your face.”

“How sweet of you.” You scoff, poking his cheek in return. “Your skin is dry. Who’s taking care of you?”

“Hopefully you.” At your raised brow he grins again, rolling you on top of him so he’s lying beneath you, gazing up. Shockingly enough, though his grip has loosened, you don’t move away. “Come on, Y/N. We both know you’ll be happy with me. I make you laugh.”

“You give me stomach pains.”

“That’s love.”

“It might be a tape worm.”

“Y/N.” He sighs and pulls you closer, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “This is no way to treat your future King.”

“Consort. King Consort.”

“So you agree.”

“Nik—”

“Hmm?” He lifts his head a fraction of an inch, touching the tip of his nose to yours. When your breath hitches, he smiles. “There she is..” he murmurs, satisfied, and pulls your mouth down to his.

You melt into the kiss.

He’s mine mine MINE

[littledollll]

The simple things

Larissa Weems x Reader

A/n: *Drops this and runs away never to be seen for another hundred years*

Honorable mentions to @pebbleswritessometimes who seems to be involved in the writing process of literally everything I do😭

Absolutely no warnings, just a little kiss and a bunch of fluff

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Life had never been better. A simple, happy, mundane life with the love of your life… That’s your first thought every morning. You didn’t need anything extravagant, you didn’t want anything complicated. It was just this simple, perfect life.

You woke every morning wrapped in your lover’s arms, your head close to her chest, arms around her waist. The alarm would sound out announcing it was time to wake up, get ready for another day.

Larissa would kiss the top of your head and gently pull away from you, of course you were awake, she knew that. But she wanted you to stay restful for at least another moment. And her routine began. She’d shower before anything, then walk into the room with that gorgeous white silk robe of hers, and pick out an outfit for the day.

By now you’ve opened your eyes, like you always do just to watch her come in, she knew that too. Your opinion was always wanted and appreciated, so you watched as she picked out three dresses to choose between, and moved on to the shoes.

“The green one… makes your eyes look even prettier.” You quietly mumbled, still snuggled into bed but paying attention. She’d give you a hum in approval with that honeyed little tone of hers, which made you want to jump out of bed and crash your lips to hers, but you didn’t, of course.

“Black, 3 inches.” The shoes. You love how she looks in heels, but of course they can’t be too tall, there’s a dress code even for the principal. And finally, her soft morning voice came, “thank you, darling..” it always made your cheeks flush red, because she’d look at you with nothing but love, and a little bit of a teasing smile. Oh she knew.

A surge of pure joy just ran up your spine. God you were so inlove with this woman. Like a schoolgirl with a crush. Even now, being married, living together for years, you had a crush on this woman. She’d make you blush red, have you giggling and hiding into the pillows of your shared bed. You had to give yourself a moment to breathe or you’d pass out right now and not get to watch her get dressed.

You let out a heavy, dreamy sigh. And Larissa once again looked back at you with a smile, a knowing smile, a sweet and soft smile. You watched as she delicately slipped on her tights, and then her dress, moving closer to the bed so you could zip her up.

Okay, now it’s time to sit up. So you did, first running your hands almost soothingly down her back, giving her a few soft kisses before you actually zipped up the dress. “Oh you tease..” oh that playful little voice of hers. “Always a pleasure, my love.” You were quick to reply, sitting up on your knees so you could place another soft kiss on her shoulder... and then the back of her neck as you carefully moved her hair to the opposite shoulder. And then her cheek.

“I love you.” She murmured, but there was certainty in her tone, there was love and appreciation. And you went all red again, hugging her tightly from behind. “I love you too.” It was merely a whisper, one she most definitely heard. And you reluctantly let her go so she could start on her makeup.

You decided to actually start your day now. Setting off to do your own morning routine, and in about 40 minutes there was a fresh cup of coffee placed on her vanity. She let out a soft hum of appreciation, concentrating on lining her lips just right. She took a quick sip before putting on her lipstick, and you couldn’t help but lean down and place a soft kiss on her beautifully colored lips. “Perfect..” you complimented, and she was quick to bite back, “and transfer proof, thankfully.”

You placed yourself behind her, watching her through the mirror as she was lost in her little process. “..can I do your hair today?” Larissa Weems was a perfectionist when it came to her hair, but she let you indulge with a mere nod, and took out all the things necessary from one of the drawers.

You immediately got to work, brushing gently through her hair for much longer than needed. You knew she loved it when you played with her hair, so you took just a moment to pamper her a little more before you started styling it. She obviously approved of it, since when you looked back at her through the mirror you saw her eyes closed with delight.

“you’re beautiful…” you whispered as you watched her, and you could see a smile graze her lips, and her eyes open again as you started styling her hair. You wouldn’t believe the amount of hairpins and ties it took to get her signature style perfect if you hadn’t been one to take every last one off yourself at the end of the night. You wondered why she liked it so much, knowing it obviously had to hurt at least a little… but to some degree you get it. It’s professional, it looks beautiful on her, and it stays out of her face and on all day for someone as busy as her.

As you were all done you watched her check every possible angle and finally give you a smile when she was done revising. “Perfect?” You asked a little nervously, She stood to her full height and tilted your chin up for another sweet kiss, “Perfect.”