#wooh tagging is sure a thing

[nevadakincentral]

Might I request an Auditor stimboard? Please include bees,(we know they like them a ton), slime, and keyboards(not the piano kind). If you can color-scheme it, that's awesome but perfectly fine if not.

Request accepted! Heres the link

[rosemelodyshah]

super specific tag game

I wasn't tagged but saw it on my dash and went why not

one piece of jewellery you can't go anywhere without: 1) My hoop earrings have been taken of like once since I wore them bc I wanted to wear a bit fancier earrings to an event-- i j find switching earign sto be a lil unncessary. 2) My gold ring-- the first peice of gold that was bought specifically for me and I cherish it with all my life na dit was bought as a sort of thankyou gift too so its even more special! (and I got to choose the shape-- butterfly wooh!) 3) My slap-band (does it count??) I got it when I was 8 and I love it compeltely. its got legos on it and a lot of it is fading/the white base layer showing but I still love my lil band-- id gotten it as a gift at an arcade with my tickets!!

most worn shoes: my wedges! Love those things-- though this one is high enough that it might be considered a heel lol-- i got it as a gift from family abroad!

new book/fic that has you in its grip: I'm not reading anything rn really bc irl is busyy but I've got Sherlock Holmes books to read when I'm free so that in books ig (and the stories on Wattpad from my bestie Inkypad that I am going to go through)) In fics I'll say anything by WhiteGloves-- AO3 and Not New but Marauder's Guide To Save The Wizarding World, I've Never Known Colour (Like This Morning Reveals To Me), Tattered, and The Heart Of A King,

one drink you can't go without: Ignoring Water uhh. Milk. Esp pink and strawberry milk. Or banana or mango mailkshake. But Milk in general And in juices-- mango. Just. yes.

latest kitchen fail: The burning of my Spagetti dish a couple of months ago, probabaly. My friends were aft me bc I'd burned myself too (still have the scar) haha, but at least they were curious 'bout the poor spaggetti dish (not nearly as mucha s they should have been tho *pouts*)

a piece of media you have been wanting to watch for ages but never got the time to: Uhh of there are so many-- like all of every thing Sherlock Holmes, for one. I keep on seeing stuff for Princess Bride, but I haven't had time to yet, I got what I think is all parts of the movie on youtube but can't be sure. And I've been recced Uncharted and Reign and some Queen Charlotte show I've been thinking of watching. There were a thing or two of other detective shows (and some irl murder myestery documentaries I've been meaning to watch too)-- like Monk.

latest character to enter brainrot mode: Latest is going to be Sherlock and Mycroft and John and Lestrade and Johnlock and Mystrade-- happened so like two weeks aft I finished House (Inkypad soo knew what she was doing haha with the introductions haha), like I loved Sherlock Holmes from a very young age (before I did Harry Potter, tbh), but only recently did I get the books and only recently did I fall in so properly soo

Tagging @lostwriter--xx3 and uhh @londonlock and @moroniccats ? I can't think of anyone else OH wait also @doctordaddyhouse we j talked!

[vic-draws-sometimes]

Oh another thing. Gaz loves any partner he has, but he genuinely enjoys posting these videos of himself. He will not get rid of this and will say on first date that he will not change his side job for them. He is blunt and unchanging but always says that the partner can join and will get things for free of course. "If you aren't comfortable with collabs, then I'll only collab with you."

Price is a nasty bitch though and would happily watch Soap or Ghost breed Gaz on any surface- WOOH

-❌️❌️❌️

I'm enjoying this AU a lot because it's just Gaz getting fucked by everyone My favorite fics in the poly141 tag is when Price is content ordering his boys about and watching them. So of course he loves that part of Gaz, he's way too happy to share him.

Kyle was nervous about setting his boundary, he wants to keep up the collabs but he also doesn't want to lose Price over it. So he offers him a compromise : he can keep uploading videos but Price can be the only one touching.

Good thing Price is a huge pervert and becomes his permanent cameraman, encouraging any wild idea he has and giving him instructions from behind the camera, no need for compromises!

It also works great because Price can read Gaz so easily, the second he sees him in any sort of discomfort he checks in with the safeword and makes sure his baby is enjoying this at his fullest

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 41 - Danny. Episode 4.

--------Sparkles point of view---------- Sparkle: So what have you done the past year, I mean wooh!! I gave him the elevator look and sipped my coffee

Danny: Chuckled softly Well, I figured out you had left about a week after you were gone.

Sparkle: Sorry I smiled apologizing at him

Danny: Nah, it's okay, I get it now that you explained why. You had to. and it wasn't like you owed me anything. I tried to get in contact with you for about a month, with no luck, obviously. And one night I got a call from a friend, working on one of those big hangar ships. He told me they needed crew, a paid job for 10 months… so yeah, I just jumped the opportunity, figured I needed to get away too. So 10 months and 25 kilo later, here I am. He smiled warmly

Sparkle: I giggled softly Ahh so that's why you have this whole hipster sailor look now.

Danny: Chuckled softly A life at sea will do that to you.

Sparkle: I chuckled softly I'll try to remember that. So what's with the uh? I pointed at his throat as I could see a tattoo crawl over the neckline of his knitted pullover

Danny: If it wasn't so cold I would show you. I don't know. A few artists were on the ship, and when we got bored enough, they started tattooing people. One night I guess I got bored enough as well. Well, it was more nights really. He pointed at his throat That one is not the only one I have. But as mentioned, it's too cold right now to start showing tattoos. Some other time perhaps? He smiled softly

Sparkle: I nodded softly Yeah, I would like that, you have me curious now.

Danny: He nodded towards Daniel and Ruby So what's up with you and the military guy?

Sparkle: I chuckled softly First off, he's not a military man, he was never in the military. That's just his style.

Danny: Alright… he nodded with a small chuckle and sipped his coffee

Sparkle: And to answer your question, there isn't really anything with us. He's my friend… sometimes we fuck I blushed a bit as I said the words sorry, I don't mean to sound like a whore or something.

Danny: You could never sound like that to me, so don't worry.

Sparkle: I smiled softly at him and blushed further Thank you.

---------Daniel's point of view------------

Ruby: He's stealing your girl now…

Daniel: She's not my girl. I grunted and sipped the rest of my chocolate, throwing the paper mug in a trashcan few meters from us, lighting a joint, sighing deep as I blew out the smoke

Ruby: She quickly followed me Am I annoying you?

Daniel: I smiled softly No…. it takes much more to annoy me I reached the joint to her and smiled softly as she grabbed it and puffed it

Ruby: So don't tell me you have absolutely no problem with them sitting as close as they do right now? I actually think he's holding her hand? I mean, I have seen pics of the old Danny before, but that thing over there…. he's definitely her type.

Daniel: Yeah, I know.

Ruby: She smiled at me softly, almost like she pitied me

Daniel: I let my eyes fall back to Sparkle and Danny. Yup, he was holding her hand, and she was laughing at whatever he had just said. A lot. About an hour later I found myself, tipsy, at Sparkles place. We had agreed going to her place, as the cold had only gotten worse. And the now drunk Sparkle, had been running around taking pics of us all. I was no longer mildly annoyed by this evening, but full on irritated. I just needed my bed and a good night joint. Or to stick my dick in someone. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and quickly typed a message to Congo, smiling cheekily as he answered back a few seconds later

Congo: 'Yeah, I'm awake… are you okay?'

Daniel: 'Yeah. Stuck at Sparkles place, watching her and her new boy toy dancing. I'm bored with this night.'

Congo: 'Wanna come over?'

Daniel: 'Mmmh yeah, I could really need a place to stick my dick right now'.

Congo: 'I'm sure we can figure something out'.

Daniel: 'Sweet! I'll be there in 15!'

Congo: 'Daniel, please don't drive.'

Daniel: 'Nah, my bike is back at the university, don't worry, I'll call a cab.'

Congo: 'Thank you. I'll see you soon.'

Daniel: 'Yep. See you! Stay warm!'

Congo: 'Daniel, just lock yourself in, I'll be in the master bedroom.'

--------Congo's point of view----------

Congo: I was very tired, and had actually been asleep, but I could feel through the sms that he was frustrated. He had grown quite fond of her, so watching her with someone else was probably bound to bring his mood down. I turned around in bed slowly, I was very gentle not to wake Evan, as I lifted his hand from my hip. He was sleeping deep, I could hear that on his breath, but still wanted to be careful, just to be sure. He needed sleep on top of that night. It had ended well after the good news about the mate bond. But it had still drained him both mentally and physically. So he needed all the rest he could get. I silently got up, not bothering to put clothes on, as I knew it would come off soon anyway, and so I walked silently around the bed, bending down, planting a soft kiss on Andy's forehead.

Andy: He moaned softly Whaaat?

Congo: I smiled warmly and stroke his hair Sleep sweetheart. I'll go upstairs. Daniel sms'd, he will come by soon. So I'll go upstairs with him.

Andy: He nodded sleepy Okay… have fun he smiled warmly and turned to his other side, snuggling his face in Evan's armpit with a soft smile. I knew how the smell of both of us made him feel safe.

Congo: As I passed the fireplace on my way to the 3rd floor, I quickly threw a few more logs on, to keep the house warm till the morning. Then I grabbed a couple of water bottles, a sandwich and a can of whipped cream, quickly making my way to the master bedroom at the 3rd floor. Lighting a few candles around the room, to bring a cozy atmosphere. I laid down on the middle of the bed, opening a drawer in the small night stand, grabbing a lube, slowly preparing my hole. Stroking my dick to get hard, gently circling my entry before slowly gliding a finger inside, moaning softly. With the other hand I grabbed the can of whipped cream. I absolutely hated the taste of most can foods, but both Daniel and Andy seamed to love the stuff, as long as they could use it as a foreplay. So I chuckled softly as I made a thick ring of it around my dick, and a small dot on each of my nipples. It was a total kliche, but these things always seemed to send both of them right off. So here I were, reminding myself of a stuffed turkey. I smiled softly as I heard the front door, this was gonna be good. I added another finger, slowly stretching myself as I heard footsteps in the hallway, moaning softly at the thought of Daniel coming home.

Daniel: He opened the door rather quick, chuckling loudly as his conversation went on, and as he turned his face towards me, he froze. Oh!

Robert: Bumped into Daniel as Daniel stopped, chuckling warmly Oh sorry I didn't see you ther… he froze as well as he saw me on the bed.

Congo: I think it's safe to say this was one of the more embarrassing moments of my life, and I quickly got out of bed, grabbing a shirt from the floor, I used to desperately cover most parts of my naked body with. Not easy when you're caught of guard with shaky hands

Daniel: I'm so sorry, I ran into Robert in the drive way, and as I woke you up I assumed you were just snoozing here in bed until I would join you.

Robert: He chuckled warmly, clearly amused as he judging by his rather insecure wobbly legs had had more than plenty to drink

Congo: I sighed softly No harm done I guess, but I'm gonna go take a shower and get this stuff off me.

Daniel: He nodded with a small apologizing smile We will be downstairs for a drink

Congo: I nodded without looking at them, as I made my way to the bathroom, quickly turning on the tap in the shower cabin, sighing deeply as I got under the hot water, leaning my forehead against the wall. As much as I liked seeing Robert being more open minded towards gay love, I really wished I hadn't answered my phone when Daniel messaged. I sighed softly and started washing my body, all of the whipped cream was gone already, but it left as sticky feeling on my skin. As I was done washing my body I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes, just letting the hot water caress my body. I quickly got stuck in thoughts of the mate bond, and the things Akin had said about Andy. So many things suddenly fell into place. I was happy with this new turn. Specially since Evan seemed to already open up. We had shared amazing sex, and even if we hadn't penetrated each other, a stronger bond had definitely grown between us. I smiled softly and thought of how he had leaned against me during sex, how I had observed him swim away in us, fully enjoying the satisfaction. My thoughts started drifting and for the next minutes I cannot remember what I was even thinking of, my thoughts were just moving around without me paying much attention. I was just, relaxing. Drifting away. But then I felt someone locking their lips around my dick. I moaned softly. Daniel. He had come back just as I had started getting hard. He always had a great timing like that, like he knew when I was hard. I sighed soft and relieved, digging my fingers into his hair. Hair? I quickly opened my eyes, but as water splashed into them I didn't see who it was at first, but as the door to the bathroom suddenly opened I clearly saw everything play out in front of my eyes. And I wish I hadn't.

Andy: Congo… can we join you… HOLY SHIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?! Something definitely got knocked over and broke as it hit the floor RO-ROBERT?!?! SHIT FUCK!!! EVAN!!! DON'T COME OUT HERE!!!!

Evan: What happe…. DAD?!?!?!

Congo: I looked at Robert kneeling in front of me, hardly believing my eyes, as his hand was still locked around my dick. Then my eyes found Andy and his horrified face, as he tried holding on to Evan, who mostly looked like he wanted to run to the moon.

Robert: I uh… he somehow managed to drag his drunken ass up from the ground, letting go of my dick, stumbling few steps towards Evan and Andy

Evan: Just looked at him with disbelief written all over his face

Andy: What the fuck is going on in here?!

Congo: I groaned and shook my head

Daniel: WOAH WOAH WOAH He laughed out loud as he joined the way too crowded bathroom I did NOT see that one coming! He pointed at Roberts wet clothes, then me, then Robert, me, Robert, me and started wiggling his eyebrows. Then a loud moan escaped his lips as Evan punched him straight in the face, making Daniel take few steps backwards, tripping over the tub, and landing on his ass inside it with a loud bump and a whimper

Andy: Looked at Robert and me with a glare as I watched Evan turn to leave the room, but he slipped, probably in the sea of water that was slowly gathering on the floor from Robert's wet clothes

Evan: He slammed face forwards down on the tile floor, yelping out loud as he turned to his side and grabbed his left hand with his right hand, yammering from pain. And then I noticed it, a piece of glass had cut into the pillow under his thumb

Andy: Evan! Oh fuck!!! He quickly grabbed Evan's wrist and looked at Evan with worried eyes Hold still please!! What the fuck do I do here?!?! He looked desperately at me, Robert, Daniel, then Evan's hand A bit of fucking help could be useful here!!!!

Lenny: He suddenly came bursting through the open door What's going on? Is everyone alright? I heard Evan screaming?! He quickly noticed the glass in Evan's hand Oh… I guess that would explain it. May I? He nodded at Andy and the hand

Andy: Yeah… I… he hesitated few seconds then let go of Evan's wrist

Lenny: Hmm… okay he turned Evan's hand a bit it looks bigger than it is, I doubt you will need stitches, and I know you aren't much for hospitals… I can get it out for you and clean it if you want? He looked questioning at Evan

Evan: Grunted and hissed from pain

Andy: Do it dad… please!!

Lenny: Alright… he smiled soft at Andy do you have a tweezer here somewhere?

Andy: He nodded and quickly found the first aid kit in the closet under the sink, handing it to Lenny with shaky hands Is he gonna be alright dad? He looked at Lenny with anxious eyes and pulled his mohawk nervously. It had been a long time since I last saw him do that, which explained well just how much this was messing him up. And it was partially my fault.

Lenny: He's gonna be as good as new sweetheart, relax. I have pulled all sorts of things out of your body when you were kid. Always climbing trees, getting splinters in your hands and feet. He chuckled softly and grabbed a disinfection spray, spraying it lightly on Evan's hand.

Evan: Moaned out in pain

Lenny: Sorry darling, I'll try to be more gentle. He smiled softly at Evan, and stroke his cheek a single time Alright, I'll remove the glass now. Luckily it's mostly out of your skin, it didn't cut deep, so it shouldn't hurt much. Just take a deep breath, please.

Evan: He nodded softly and did as Lenny told him, and I watched him cringe as Lenny pulled out the glass carefully

Lenny: Alright, it's over. I'll just spray it a couple more times to clean it, and put a small bandage on. As he was done about a minute later, he smiled softly at Evan You're all good again now, smile darling.

Evan: He grunted and glared at Lenny

Lenny: What's wrong? He slowly got up, and as he did he seemed to notice me, Daniel and Robert… quickly connecting the dots between me and Robert. Ahh… he frowned softly Andy… will you please get Evan to bed? I'll clean up here.

Andy: But dad…

Lenny: Andy… leave. I had never seen this face on him before, it was very firm, and I feared what was to come next. Daniel, help them downstairs and then go home.

---------Andy's point of view------------

Daniel: He didn't say anything, he just quickly got up, and helped me support Evan as we walked downstairs, in the kitchen, George was drinking some water

George: Oh, what happened? Are you guys

Andy: Don't ask! I shook my head and nodded towards the third floor, and then the roar met my ears

Lenny: WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!?! WE USE SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY TRYING TO FIX EVERYTHING FOR THE BOYS LAST NIGHT, AND THEN TODAY YOU DECIDE TO TEAM UP IN THE SHOWER?!?! TWO GROWN MEN, ACTING LIKE TEENAGERS!!! I couldn't hear what the answer back was, but the second time my dad yelled, it was even louder I DON'T REALLY CARE ROBERT! THERE'S JUST THINGS YOU DON'T DO UNLESS THERE HAS BEEN GIVEN SOME SORT OF GREEN LIGHT!!! YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!! SO MUCH TIME WASTED ON PATCHING THINGS UP WITH YOUR KID, AND THEN YOU DO THIS?! WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!

Daniel: Andy… let's go! He started dragging Evan towards the stairs

Andy: I quickly nodded agreeing and we all three fled downstairs, Evan and I quickly crawling up in bed, both of us only wearing boxers, so we were getting chilly

Daniel: I'm sorry if I in any way caused all of that. I'll leave before I mess more up tonight.

Evan: Please stay!

Andy: I looked at him concerned Are you sure?

Evan: He sighed deeply Yeah… I'm fine. I mean he sighed deep I could just really need a joint, and Daniel is the joint holder.

Daniel: He quickly grabbed his joint tin and threw it to Evan Take what you need, I'm sure you don't wanna look at my face right now. I really fucked up royally this time, so I'll just be next door if anyone needs me.

Evan: He frowned and sighed softly I would like you to stay. Please. He padded the bed next to him and sighed softly

Andy: Are you sure? I smiled at him softly

Evan: Yeah… I just need peace around me, please. I just can't deal with any drama. I just wanna lay down, with my mate, and relax he smiled at me softly and lit the joint

Andy: My stomach tickled as he called me his mate and I smiled bright, planting a soft kiss on his forehead

Daniel: Looked at us hesitating, then took off his hoodie, letting it dump to the floor, kicked off his boots, and then he crawled into bed, next to Evan, grabbing a joint and lighting it. Then quickly handing it to Evan.

Andy: We were just done smoking as Congo came down the stairs a bit hesitating, walking up to the bed rather shameful Evan… I eh… I had nothing to do with it. He was just suddenly there. But… your dad was very drunk, and very lonely I think… I don't think he really thought it through…. it just, happened.

Evan: He sighed softly and got up on his knees, reaching towards Congo, grabbing one of his hands gently Hey… can we just pretend it didn't happen, please? My brain is way too tired to deal with this… and that was before the joint he chuckled softly Besides we're good.

Congo: He smiled softly Are you sure?

Evan: He crawled a bit closer, planting both his hands on Congo's cheeks, caressing them softly This is how sure I am. He leaned in slowly, and planted a tender kiss on Congo's lips

Daniel: Eeeey he smiled cheekily and bit his lips

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and shook my head

Daniel: What? Not allowed to say eey any longer?

Evan: He smiled softly at Congo as he let go of him I didn't assume you had anything to do with it, and I kinda expected my dad to be very drunk to end up like that… so everyone is forgiven. I just…. can we just not talk about it, please? I don't want it replaying in my head… and I don't wanna see him right now either. I'm afraid I might just throw up. Sorry, not that there's anything yucky about you. But it really grossed me out! I mean… you and I… and then you and him… it's kinda like sharing…. he frowned deep

Daniel: Woah woah woah!! Does this mean you two fucked??!?! HA! I knew it!!!

Andy: I slapped his forehead No they didn't, not that it's any of your business. And this was your only warning. Next time you let your mouth run, I'll kick you out in the dog house to sleep! Is that understood? I glared at him and chuckled hoarse

Daniel: Yes master! He grinned wide and I could feel his boner against my butt cheek as he turned to his side. This was going to be a long night!

[lucientheartisticfox]

Pinned post wooh!!!!

Gonna be a lot more chill than I was on my twitter pinned LOL

My main interests are OriginsMCRP, Xylophoney, Rain World, Slay The Princess, and New Life Smp (plus other smps in it's orbit, ex hermitcraft empires n sos), although I do not post about them often

My art blog is jadixart

I often forget to post my art for a while after drawing it and end up doing art spams, I give warning before and after them however

This is a small thing but if you generalize "MCYT" to mean just "DSMP", don't interact with me. Yes I know it's a weird pet peeve it just bothers me bc so many people did it during the height of the DSMP.

Uhhhhh yeah I think that's about ittttt???

Oh yeah! I have an original story called Sticky Notes, which I tag as such. I think. I'm not actually sure, I usually talk about it in the tags of posts LOL

I am the creator of the Genshin Empires au! Master post for that here (no it doesn't exist yet I was already editing my pinned and figured I'd add this while I did)

Oh, and here's my carrd in case you want it: Boop!

[rueria]

my writing and publishing process

voice in my head: so... when are you writing this fanfic you've been thinking about for days now?

me: soon! just have to do some things first.

voice: like?

me: like rereading the story again so i can make sure the fic aligns with canon

me: and rereading the story while psychoanalyzing the characters so i can portray the Exactly Right Interpretation of their personalities and dialogue

me: and rereading the story to make sure i didn't miss any symbolisms or metaphors

me: and rereading the story to make an Exact replica of the setting in my head

me: and reading others' opinions and analyses on the story and characters so i can justify that my portrayals are not just me projecting

me: and searching up trivia from interviews and Word of God bc that also counts as part of canon and i don't wanna contradict that even if they're not explicitly included in the story

voice: are you making a fanfic or a thesis

*after human society's downfall*

me: i finally finished the first draft! just need to review it

me: (reviewing) ...the prose kinda sucks.

me: also i used this word too much (opening thesaurus in new tab) also am i using this idiom right? also is the way i described this movement actually physically possible? also

*after the heat death of the universe*

me: wooh! finally something halfway decent that i wouldn't be too ashamed to post!

me: just need to decide on a title, summary, and tags

me: (types "not canon-compliant" and "might be ooc")

voice: fucking bitch—

[atinylittlepain]

Firehouse Harrington

firefighter!Steve Harrington x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ SMUT, wooh boy very much smut, angst, PTSD-like behavior, rough sex, slight dubcon in the beginning, seriously it's very much smut, ok???

a/n | this was inspired by a post I saw from @carolmunson about Mr. Harrington being a fireman, need I say more? Will definitely be writing for this man again.

For a long time, Steve felt like he wasn’t really great at anything. School never came easy to him, getting by with barely passing grades. Sure he was alright at sports in high school, but that faded fast. And King Steve? Well, that was all a facade. It seemed like everyone around him had some sort of talent. Nancy was a great writer. Jonathan, a great photographer. Robin was wicked smart. Eddie had the guitar. And Steve was just… Steve. 

After Vecna was defeated, he felt listless, like he was just moving through life without any direction. He didn’t have the grades for college. He was stuck in a dead-end job. All his friends were moving on to bigger and better things, and he was watching grass grow in Hawkins. At least when the world was ending, he had a purpose. 

But then, when Operation Desert Storm kicked off in 1990, Steve realized what he was great at. He enlisted that year, shipped straight to the gulf, because the one thing Steve knew he was great at was running towards danger and somehow figuring out how to handle it. It was the worst two years of his life, fighting a useless war that no one really understood. But it was there that he met some older men, vets who had reentered service. They told him that, when he got back to civilian life, the best job for a man with a taste for chaos would be at a fire station. And they were right.

Before he served, there was still a softness that Steve let show to the people he cared for, but something slid into place, steel plates over his heart. When he returned, he was harder, quieter. He moved to Indiannapolis, and while he was only twenty-six, he fit right in with the older men at one of the local fire stations. His days fell into simple rhythms. He smoked like a chimney, waiting for the alarm to blare so he could go into auto-pilot action. He never felt more at peace than when he was running into a burning building. It made him feel useful. 

On his nights off, some of the other men at the station would usually drag him out to bars, more often strip clubs, always goading each other into trying to get laid. Steve hated it, usually getting himself so drunk he could only remember slivers of the night behind his throbbing headache the next morning. The men were downright predatory towards women, wolf-whistling and shouting from the open garage at anything with legs. Steve hated that too, but he joined in because another part of him really liked it, the false power he felt when he’d flash a smarmy grin at women passing by. 

Today was no different. An uncharacteristically sweltering day towards the end of August. It was time for monthly maintenance on the trucks and Steve had been tasked with hosing them down. He was stripped down to just his white wife beater tucked into a pair of work pants, his dog tags sticking against the slightly damp skin of his chest. He heard one of the men let out a low whistle, whipping his head around in time to catch a glance of a pretty thing in a sweet little dress.

“Hey, sugar, you wanna come take a ride on a real fire truck?”  

“Pretty girl, where you going so fast, come spend some time with me!”

The men continued lobbing borderline obscene phrases her way. Steve just chuckled, watching her stop, stricken by the men’s shouts. Her knuckles turned white around the strap of her bag.

“In your dreams, perverts. Go fuck yourselves.” The men howled at her retaliation. Usually the women didn’t stick around to give them a piece of their minds. She flipped them off and then kept walking. Steve couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. A brief interruption to the usual rhythm.

…

They got a call that night from the Indiana University Campus. A microwave had exploded in one of the dorm’s communal kitchens. The fire itself was not a big deal, but they had evacuated the entire building, a frantic crowd of teens to sift through outside. Steve and his team have been trying to figure out just how the microwave exploded in the first place, and it’s proving near impossible as they try to talk to hysterical co-eds. A freshman points him to that floor’s RA and Steve feels his stomach twist when he sees who she is. The same girl that flipped him and his cat-calling team off just that afternoon. She was still wearing that pretty dress, now with a large sweater thrown over it in the cooling night. When she saw him approaching, it was clear she remembered him as well, letting out an incredulous laugh before furrowing her brow at him.

“You’re who they called? Fan-fucking-tastic. Tell me, did you put out the fire with an extinguisher? Or did you just harass it until it smothered out?” Steve’s jaw is slack. The mouth on this chick.

“Ma’am, my team and I are just trying to figure out what caused the fire in the first place, then we’ll be out of your hair.” She huffs.

“Well, I don’t think it takes a genius to put two and two together. You take a witless freshman coupled with an ancient microwave and sooner or later you’re gonna have a fire on your hands.” Her arms are crossed over her chest, hip cocked to the side as she glares at Steve. 

“Are you referring to the freshmen you’re supposed to be in charge of? I was told you’re the RA for the floor the fire was on.” She falters, just slightly. Steve’s got her on that one.

“Look, the fire is out, douchebag. Thank you so much for your help, now can you just let us get back into our fucking dorms?” Steve’s about to tell her what he thinks of her foul mouth, when one of his team calls him over. A resident has admitted they had started the fire by putting a metal fork into the microwave on accident. It’s a quick flurry of activity, giving the kid a stern talking to, and then clearing the scene. As the students start to shuffle back into the building, Steve cranes his neck from the truck, trying to find her again, but she’s lost in the crowd. He collapses into bed that night thinking about her very angry, very pretty face.

…

It’s Friday, Steve’s night off. He’s been prodded out to a bar by some of the other men at the station. The music is blaring and the lights are dim and all Steve wants is for the (very) stiff drinks to keep coming until everything starts to blur a little. Both of his buddies have slinked off with nameless women, getting their dicks wet while they can. Steve sits alone at the bar, nursing a few fingers of whiskey, when he hears a very familiar voice ordering a beer. He whips around in his seat, and sure enough, there she is, this time in jeans that fit too good and a little tank top. His throat tightens, and then she sees him and lets out that same disbelieving laugh.

“I must be more drunk than I thought because there’s no way in hell I’m actually seeing you again.” Steve snorts at her exasperation, throwing back the rest of his whiskey, grinning around the sting.

“Sorry, baby, we meet again.”

“I’m not your baby, dickweed. Have a nice night.” She spins to walk away but Steve, seemingly loosened up by the few glasses he’s already had, stands, grabbing her wrist to yank her back towards him. She stumbles on her feet, body pressing up against his to get her bearings.

“What the fuck is your problem? You can’t just—”

Her words die in her throat as Steve brings one large palm to rest along her neck, thumb pressing under her chin to tilt her face up to him.

“You know, you should really be careful how you run that mouth, baby. Someone might have half a mind to put it to better use.” His other hand rests on her hip, fingers dipping just below the waist of her jeans. She sneers at him.

“Oh yeah? Someone like you? You gonna put me in my place, big, tough, fireman?” His fingers on her neck firm up, pressing harder into her skin. The music’s too loud to hear, but he can feel the whimper thrumming in her throat. He splits into a snide smile.

“Oh baby, I think you want me to teach you a lesson.” Her eyes are blown wide, staring up at him, lips parted.

“Mmhm. In fact, I think you’d enjoy it.” He’s dipped down to let his lips murmur right up against her ear. He can feel the way she shudders against him. She gasps when he jerks back from her, grabbing one of her wrists to pull her behind him through the crowd. Her protests die in the thumping bass of the music.

He finds the bathroom towards the back of the bar, dragging her in behind him. It’s empty, and he locks the door before turning back to her.

They’re on each other in an instant. It’s a fight for dominance, all clashing teeth and clicking spit, hands grasping at whatever bare skin they can find. He wraps his hand around her throat, pulling back to look at her, swollen lips and darkened eyes.

“My name’s Steve, baby. I’m gonna wanna hear you saying it. Do you understand?” She nods, trying to dip back into his mouth, but he muscles her around until he’s pressing her up against the wall, digging his thick thigh between her legs to press harshly against her clothed cunt. She lets out a whine.

“I said, do you understand?” He presses against her harder, drawing a gasp from her.

“Yes.”

“Yes what, bunny?”

“Yes, Steve.” He grins, keeping his hand around her throat as he licks back into her mouth. He brings his other hand to her jeans, quickly undoing them and shoving his hand down the front of her panties. When he swipes through her folds, she moans, throwing her head back against the wall.

“Aw, you’re fucking soaked. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you like me, baby.” She whimpers as he presses hard circles into her clit, starting to grind her hips against his hand. He slips two fingers down to her entrance and she preens as he starts to thrust up into her. She’s putty in his hands, a writhing mess.

“This all you need, huh doll? Just needed my fingers to shut that dirty mouth of yours up? Look how desperate you are. Fucking slut. You like getting fucked in some dirty little bathroom by a stranger, huh? You that much of a whore?” He can feel her clenching around his fingers with his words, can tell she’s close. He takes his fingers away, and she whines at the loss of his touch.

“Asked you a question, doll. Tell me, are you that big of a slut?” 

“Fuck– please, p-please keep going. I was so fucking close– please keep g-going.” He just tuts, stepping back from her, noting how unsteady he is without his hand holding her up by her neck.

“Still such a dirty mouth, I think it’s time we put it to better use, yeah?” Her mascara is running, and though she still glares at him, she nods.

“Get on your knees, like a good girl.” He starts unbuckling his belt, watching as she slowly sinks to her knees.

Her eyes widen when he takes his cock out, stroking himself lazily before stepping forward to run the head along her bottom lip.

“Gonna be good for me, baby?” She nods, gazing up at him through her damp eyelashes.

He bends down, bringing his hand to stroke her cheek before smacking her across the face. It’s light, but still enough to make her head turn, she gasps.

“Words, doll.”

“Yes, Steve, I’m gonna be good for you.” He grins, standing back upright, guiding his dick to her lips. It’s heaven as she sinks her mouth down onto his cock. When she gets about halfway down, she starts to try to pull back, but Steve has another idea. He grabs onto her hair, fisting it to keep her in place. She whimpers, bringing her palms to his thighs to try to push away.

“Shh, shh, baby. You wanna be good for me, right? You gotta take it all, pretty. Take all of me down that little throat.” He starts to cant his hips forward, until he can feel her nose grazing his pelvis, her throat constricting around his cock. He pulls her off his dick by her hair and she sputters, eyes watery and choking on air. 

“Go ahead, baby. Keep being good for me.” He doesn’t even have to guide her, she dips back in, hollowing out her cheeks around his dick before taking all of him again. Steve groans when he hears her little gags. She slowly finds a rhythm, taking him as deep as she can and pulling off to suckle at the tip.

“Got a perfect mouth, bunny. Fuck– just needed something to do with it, huh?” She moans at that and the vibrations around his cock make him throw his head back.

“You like this, baby? Getting your throat fucked?” She hums in response. Steve chuckles.

“God, you really are a whore.” He looks down and can see that she’s dipped her hand into her panties. Steve yanks her back by her hair, causing her to gasp.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, doll?” She’s a mess, spit drooling down her chin, her makeup all but fucked off. She shakes her head.

“N-no, daddy.” Her eyes go wide the minute she says it, seemingly shocked by her own words. Steve’s brain short circuits for a moment before he chuckles.

“Oh, doll. Is that what you need? You need daddy to teach you a lesson?” He’s already hauling her up by her arms, pressing her front down against the sink countertop.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you exactly what you need.” He yanks her jeans and panties down in one harsh swoop, causing her to whine from the stark chill of the air.

He runs his palm from the back of her thigh up to the meat of her ass, kneading into the skin there before drawing his hand back and slapping her hard. She jerks forward into the counter, and for a moment, Steve worries he’s gone too far, but then a long drawn out moan sounds from the back of her throat. He smirks.

“You’re something else, bunny. Why don’t you tell daddy what you need, huh?” He leans over her, cock slipping between her slick thighs. He pulls her head up by her hair until she’s looking at him through the mirror. He brings his lips right to her ear.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You, daddy. I need you.” He rears back to smack her ass again. 

“Gotta be more specific than that, doll.” She gasps, “y-your cock. Please, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me, daddy, please–”

“Shh, shh, pretty baby. Just had to ask, yeah? Use your words like a good girl. Daddy’s gonna give it to you.”

He strokes his cock between her folds, groaning at how wet she is before pressing up against her entrance. She keens as he starts to push in, back arching under him.

Steve lets out a low moan, “fuck, bunny, think your pretty little pussy can take all of me? S’fucking tight, christ.” She gasps as he continues to press forward, wiggling her hips back to take more of him.

“Yes, yes, I can take it, I can take it– fuck– please keep going, Steve.” They both sigh when his hips meet the plush of her ass. He hovers over her, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades.

“God, you’re perfect. Fucking made for me.” He presses a kiss to the nape of her neck, “can I move, baby? You ok?” 

“Yes, yeah, please fuck me. Want you to fuck me, Steve.” That’s all the permission he needs, starting a desperate pace as he rolls his hips against her. His dog tags have slipped out of the collar of his shirt and are trailing the top of her spine as he continues to fuck her.

He brings one hand to snake down her front, finding her clit and drawing firm swipes across it, “need you to come for me, baby. Want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty?” She whines as he starts to draw sloppy circles around her clit.

“Y-yes, gonna come for you. Don’t stop– fuck– don’t stop.” He’s practically laying over her now, grinding his hips deeper into her. Steve can feel the pleasure pulling taut in his spine, on the brink of snapping.

“Come, baby. Come for me.” That’s all it takes. She yelps out a broken cry and he can feel her pulsing around him. He quickly pulls out, pumping himself a few times before he’s spurting all over her ass, shivering as he comes down. They’re both breathing hard, he rests his palms on the countertop, framing her body with his arms. She’s sunk down on her forearms, head dipped between her elbows. Steve takes a few deep breaths, tucking himself away before stepping back to take in his cooling spend dripping down her thighs.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Let me clean you up.”

He keeps a hand pressed to the hilt of her spine, a reassurance as he grabs a paper towel and gets it damp before drawing it across the mess he made. She whimpers under his ministrations, and he feels his heart catch in his chest. He gets down on his knees behind her, pressing a kiss to the back of each thigh before he slowly pulls her jeans back up around her hips. Steve can’t explain it, just a while ago she was making his blood boil, but now all he wants to do is take care of her.

He steps back, letting her press up and turn around to lean back against the counter. She swipes away the drippy mascara under her eyes. Steve’s fingers flicker with the urge to cup her cheek, stroke that soft bit of skin where he can still see the dampness of her tears. She’s smiling, still a little dazed. He clears his throat.

“Wanna apologize. For that day outside the station.” Her brow furrows.

“You weren’t the one howling at me, last time I checked.”

“No, but I didn’t stop them. I know that’s not right. They shouldn’t be talking like that to anyone. I should’ve stopped them.” She shrugs.

“I’ve heard worse. I should apologize too. For being so rude that night outside the dorm. I was really stressed, you know? And seeing you brought all that rage at those bastards back. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You were just trying to do your job.” She holds out her hand to him and he tentatively takes it in a firm shake. Steve speaks first.

“I’m sorry, but I’m realizing that I don’t even know your name.” She smiles and when she tells it to him, his brain starts playing it on an infinite loop, like a ditzy drugged-out drumbeat.

“Might be doing things a little backwards here, but are you hungry, wanna go get something to eat?” She grins, stepping in closer to him to let her palms span over his chest.

“Uh, yeah, you just gave me the workout of a lifetime. I’m fucking starving.” Steve feels like he’s melting under her touch. Something long dormant starting to stir.

“Still gonna have to work on that dirty mouth, huh, pretty?”

[softpatts]

OBEY ME CHARACTERS AND PETNAMES;;

UNDATEABLES EDITION <3

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Notes;; HI- IM NOT DEAD LOL IVE JUST HAD NO MOTIVATION- schools been really stressful as well,, but hopefully i can get back to posting regularly soon :)) <3

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DIAVOLO

okay first things first,, this man loves being called nicknames just as much as he loves calling you them !! 

he loves your reaction as well,, thats probably his favorite part !! whether you get embarrassed or retort with an equally adorable(or cringey) nickname <3

starting off with what he calls you,, he has called you,, many,, many nicknames

some of them are more of a spur of the moment thing,, those tend to be really cheesy n just,, why???

as for calling HIM nicknames,, anything works !! but his favorites are "darling" "my prince" and "my love"

they just make him melt !! <33

if it's in more of a professional setting,, hell get a bit embarrassed,, not because of the nickname itself of course !! but more because he knows that hell definitely get teased by some of his colleagues

though i suppose hell just have to retort and call you your nicknames in public as well !!

good luck with that though,, because as soon as he sees your reaction to it in public,, hes never gonna get enough <3 

BARBATOS

Okay so this man,, as much as might not seem like it,, is an absolute sucker for nicknames

he loves some of the more proper sounding nicknames,, such as "dear" "darling" "my love" things like that !!

if youre one who gets more embarrassed when shown affection like that,, hell get somewhat smug about it

hell have a little smirk on his face,, n hell ask you whats wrong,, once again repeating the nickname at the end of the question

though if you dont have that reaction no worries !! if you call him one back,, youll probably manage to make this man blush ><

its quite the sight honestly,, a light pink dust across his cheeks as he struggles to form a sentence without stuttering

try not to tease him to much !! he can easily fire back with something thats sure to make you blush <33

some of his favorite moments are late in the night,, hes laying in bed whilst holding your sleeping body,, hell kiss your forehead and whisper "i love you dear, may you have the sweetest dreams."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

its so adorable and sweet <33

when it comes to his favorite names youve called him,, its a tough choice between "dear" and "sugartits" (though said in a really weird voice)

no i will not provide context,, thats for another post im working on <3

SIMEON

WOOH okay,, so his nicknames are so,, so sweet

id like to think he isnt actually much into nicknames,, just your name seems a lot more intimate than any nickname could ever be

though he will slip in the occasional "angel" every once in a while

those occasions are usually after beinggg,, *ahem* intimate with each other,, or while you two are laying in each others arms

the origin for the nickname is quite simple,, he just finds you so,, angelic,, youre too good for this world and youre so pure,, no matter what you say !!

most of the time he calls you by your actual name,, but he says it in such a way that makes your heart melt !! <3

now onto calling hi m nicknames,, he loves them !!

he didnt actually care much for being called anything other than his name for a while,, but after you explained to him that it was,,, a tradition in a way !! when it comes to dating in the human world,, he was instantly hooked !

Its gotten to the point where if you call him something other than his designated nickname he begins to worry youre upset with him,,

but dont worry dear simeon !! im sure they just forgot,, or theyre having a bad day <3

his favorites out of what youve called him would have to be just "baby" its simple yet it makes his heart flutter ><

SOLOMON

im gonna come out real quick and say HE LOVES NICKNAMES !!! ALL OF THEM !!! WEIRD ONES,, SWEET ONES,, THE REALLY CHEESY ONES THAT MAKE EVERYONE GROAN N ROLL THEIR EYES,, ALL OF THEM !!!!!!

though some of them can get a bit strange,, he mostly sticks to the usual "babe" or "love",, but theres no promises he wont randomly come out with some weird extremely long name that makes you wanna barf

since hes a human too,, hell already know about calling your s/o petnames n such,, and i dont think youll have to ask him !! he quite likes it,, though i dont think he could love anything more than saying your name

hes another man whos an absolute sucker for just regular names,, he loves the way it feels when he says it ><

now when it comes to calling him nicknames,, he could really care less !! though be careful,, because if you call him some strange goes name he can sure as hell fire back with one twice as worse

though if he had to pick a favorite itd be "my love" not love,, but MY love

its the "my" part in there that he loves,, he loves the inotation that hes yours :))

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[tumblingxelian]

RWY V9 - E10 - Of Solitude and Self

Final episode, I AM SO NERVOUS-CITED! 

Oh shit Summer flashback, she loves them just as they are!

Also their bodies are so teeny tiny. 

She knows she is going to her doom in one form or another. 

Seems Tai wasn’t super involved in the Ozpin stuff to begin with, he was the tag along I call it as I see it! 

Holy fuck, Raven, the sassy banter, the low key animosity over the kids, Raven is helping, Raven knew she’d be a bad parent, I fucking called it! 

Does she think Summer just quit? 

Oh you never were the hero is for Jaune, oh damn please don’t make him young again. 

What is Alyx suggesting? Also is that all her model was for :( 

I do wish Blake got to look cool in a solo fight again, but hey Freezerburn is back, that’s cool! 

So Curious like, full on cannot Ascend then right? More weight to my alien gods theory, I am holding onto it! 

Good work Jaune you made everything worse! 

Crescent ROSE! 

Red Like Roses? 

That was fucking boss. 

Well uh, sorry to those who thought there would be befriending of Curious. 

Oh shit, Neo chose ascension, that was unexpected! 

Hmm, not sure on the follow her bit, I feel like we haven’t addressed Ruby’s trauma over much yet. 

LITTLE :’( 

I knw its still them but aaaaah 

AND JUNIPER TOO!? Come on, let them come with!!!! 

HOLY FUCK! 

One of my theories that the brothers came from the Ever After rather than making it came fucking true, holy shit!?!?!?! 

And they made the Jabberwalker, well that one got called! 

Also wooh RWBY being cool with colors!

Tree: Get the fuck out of here until you get this shit out of your systems. 

She didn’t break her promise though she was still going to leave just later. 

Fuck, Jaune got de-aged, lame :/ 

Vacuo looks cool, and it seems Amity & the Atlas fleet arrived too. 

Overall I enjoyed the lore side of things, but I feel not enough was really resolved on the character front, so much set up but the pay off feels kinda... Weak given the weight we saw Ruby straining under seen this volume and I'm not sure it was adequately address. Still, this gives us a potential way of resolving the gods and Salem which is neat.

[kiyokoxd]

« Calling people out depending on who they simp for (BSD) »

You could try psycho-analyzing different Moots and their Simps? We love a good call out 🥰

– @bsdparadise 2021

Oh well then...

~ Dazai

Dear, when was the last time you genuinely smiled?

Are you that afraid of running out of jokes? Do you think we will then see what you're really like?

Wow, you have an interest in characters like these... Must have a hard time defending everyone

Dear do you have trust issues?

~ Chuuya

Abandonment issues I can guess

Wooh, do you believe that everyone can have a good heart deep deep inside of them? Can't blame you

The amount of angst you have seen or read, please go to a therapist honey

I don't know but you probably like taking pictures for memories

~ Yosano

Masochist much?

You believe in hiding your feelings supremacy for sure

You will simp for anyone with bangs and short hair I am guessing (thank you for simping for me)

Mori hate squad?

~ Fyodor

You either have a hard time defending bad guys or don't defend them at all, "yeah they're bad, so?"

Wow did something happen to you when you were a child? Jeez I am pretty sure you dislike humanity sometimes or always

You have mood swings once in a while, I am sure

You want to secretly be him, don't you? Don't worry, I do too

~ Ranpo

wow, you know you don't have to prove everyone that you're valid, we know dear

Do you like yourself? Just a question. Nothing personal.

Yes we get it, you're "fine"

Daydreaming seems like a good idea for you! Just saying–

~ Atsushi

huh? same same... So, how are you today? did you sleep well? did you think about yourself today instead of others?

how's your childhood trauma been treating you? don't invalidate it, come on, how often do you flinch when someone raises their hand?

you sometimes question your sanity or existence

you also question that how did you come to like this guy, can't blame u, same though

it pisses you off if someone calls dazai or someone else the mc/protagonist or slanders him saying that he speaks too much of his trauma <3

~ Kunikida

how’s your favourite teacher been treating you?

you were idealistic of this world too but then realised life sucks, congrats

you don't get much credit for the things that you do, do you?

no no, you're doing well, don't worry

~ Akutagawa

oh fuck, you have a hard time defending him, don't you?

you want atsushi and aku to get closer too... you probably ship them more than soukoku itself

are you okay? did you look at the sun today?

please don't try so hard to show you're amazing, we know that you are, chill dear <3

~ Odasaku

Are you okay? Do you cry every night? Do you cry the moment someone mentions anything related to him? Hm? Well guess what, "orphan", yeah have fun crying then <3

You want to try curry or have tried it

You don't know if you should be happy for Dazai or sad too that Odasaku kinda just died?

You love dilfs don't you.. Jesus

Do you have daddy issues? Do you need a father figure so bad that you're simping for one?

i don't mind doing a part 2,

a small one for honey (ango simp), honey do you sleep? remember that one time you forgot you were actually existing?

specially tagged today because why not ↴

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[snusbandxknifewife]

I was bitching on discord and @booksandlewks gave me her braincells and reminded me that HCs exist so here you go.

•it happened at a revel, about six months after the dust had settled

•(yknow after the whole snake incident? Yeah...)

•Heather and Vivi had been visiting a ton so they’d have an excuse to avoid Madoc

•Since he was endlessly dropping in and bothering them

•the revel was outside, dying down as night bled into morning

•Jude was on Cardan’s lap

•(it was disgustingly domestic)

•Taryn was REALLY pregnant

•(like ready to pop any day)

•Cardan was happy drunk

•(can you blame him?? Jude was in his lap)

•Vivi was chilling, completely unaware of her girlfriends turmoil

•Heather. Was. Losing. It.

•the whole night

•the whole FUCKING night

•she’d been sat within earshot of the most annoying

•over confident

•full of himself

•asshole

•lyre player

•and he’d noticed her. Noticed that she was human. Noticed that she was (at Vivi’s insistence) avoiding dancing

•and he’d been waxing poetic about fae music

•all

•fucking

•night

•shit like “oh you mortals will never understand what it’s like to listen to a song with the delicate ear of a faerie” or “it must be excruciatingly difficult for you to avoid the dance floor, I know our tunes are all but irresistible to you lesser humans”

•it had been like 5 god damn hours

•Heather had long since put down her wine glass to keep from shattering it against his head

•she’d had to stop even glancing to the right, because that’s where the dance floor was

•and he would see it

•and start commenting again

•then, finally, he made his crucial mistake

•”it must be fascinating to you, knowing that we can make songs that can force you to dance, even if you don’t wish to”

•and she snapped

•”SO DOES ABBA, YOU DIPSHIT. YOURE NOT SPECIAL”

•it was deafening

•her scream ripped through the revel

•the (oh so wonderful) music ground to a strange halt

•people turned to where the human was now on her feet, yelling at a (seemingly cowed) faerie

•”I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK MAN. WHY WOULD I BE IMPRESSED BY YOUR FIFTEENTH CENTURY BULLSHIT WHEN DOLLY PARTON EXISTS. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO THINK YOURE BETTER THAN DOLLY PARTON. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE. “

•she decided his name was Flutterballs

•”YOU THINK YOUR SPECIAL, HUH FLUTTERBALLS? CAN YOUR DISCOUNTED GUITAR PLAY JOLENE? NO IT CANT FLUTTERBALLS. YOU AINT GOT SHIT ON DOLLY PARTON”

•Cardan was cackling

•Even Jude was grinning

•Heather started imitating Flutterballs

•”OOOH WOOH LOOK AT ME IM FLUTTERBALLS I HAVE A LYYYYYYRRE I CAN PLUCK STRIIIIIIINGS.”

•”YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO FLUTTERBALLS? I CAN TURN THE HEADS OF EVERY MORTAL IN A GENERATION WITH ONE FUCKING PIANO NOTE”

•”DO YOU KNOW WHAT A PIANO IS FLUTTERBALLS? NO? IS THAT TOO NEW AGE FOR YOU? NOT AS TOE TAPPING AS YOUR FUCKING LYRE?”

•”YOU THINK YOUR MUSIC MAKES ME SHAKE MY ASS THE SAME WAY THAT DANCING QUEEN DOES?”

•”YOU THINK YOUR LYRE CAN HOLD A GOD DAMNED CANDLE TO THE TRANSCENDENT EXPERIENCE THAT IS BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY?”

•Vivi’s jaw was on the fucking ground as Heather kept going

•”I MEAN FUCK THE GALL OF THIS MAN. DO YOU HEAR THIS SHIT VIVIENNE? HOW DARE THEY THINK THAT THEIR MUSIC IS BETTER! WE MOVED PAST THIS SHIT FIVE CENTURIES AGO!”

•the whole revel watched as Heather picked up her wine glass just to smash it on the ground

•she then turned back to Flutterballs

•who looked terrified

•threw him the finger

•and stormed back to the palace

•still loudly grumbling about the audacity of the bullshit

•Jude was doing damage control

•(making sure Heather didn’t get glamoured into fucking oblivion)

•Cardan was STILL cackling

•Vivi (since she moved past the surprise) agreed with every damn thing Heather said

•finally someone said it

•fucking lyres

•fuck

~~~~~~

Can you tell I’m annoyed by how in the books/fics the fae have this obvious “oh we’re better than humans oh our stuff is magical and better ooooh we can make you dance and never stop” bitch so does ABBA this ass don’t stop when Dancing Queen comes on and thats that on that

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[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Eliminating Hime

(Contains a few spoilers for the Vegas Event)

Ed is seen wandering about in the bamboo forest, seemingly alone. Then a certain pirate lady appeared.

Mary: oh? Is that master's son I see? What're you doing here, all alone?

Ed: I uh, got lost....

Mary: aw! Your parents must be worried sick! But don't worry, I'll-

Anne, appearing out of nowhere: We'll take good care of you!

Mary: Anne! What're you doing here?!

Anne: well when I heard master's CUTE lil son was here I wanted to see if I can catch him without the others!

Mary: I'm not so sure that's a good idea.... but I guess it can't be helped!

Anne: yeah! Now lil Eddy, are you ready for us to-

They then see Ed wearing a gas mask.

Mary: uh.... what's with that?

Ed: sorry about this ladies...

Then the surrounding area starts filling with a toxic gas, causing the two to start coughing!

Anne: what! *cough* you tricked us! *cough cough*

Mary: that's so *cough* underhanded and dirty! *cough cough*

Ed: look who's talking!

Anne: we expect better from you! *cough cough*

Then out of the bamboo, Hokusai, Ishtar and Jeanne ambush the two while also in gas masks.

Jeanne: serves you two right for wanting to get so close to master's kid!

Ishtar: yeah! It was odd enough with master himself, but his son too!?

Mary: hey! It's time travel! And he has master's cuteness!

Hokusai: oh shut up you two! Y'all about to have ur asses thoroughly kicked!

While the 5 fight, Mari walks up to her brother.

Mari: hey there hermano. How'd it go?

Ed: I was uncomfortable but, thankfully you worked quick.

Mari: of course I'd work quick, I'm a master with toxins!

Ed: what kind of toxins did you use?

Mari: a non-lethal one.... I think

Ed: you think!?

Mari: well it'll be non-lethal to servants at the very least!

Ed: *sigh* thank goodness for this mask....

Mari: you're resilient enough, you'd survive!

Ishtar: alright you two! We've got them handled!

The twins then go to see the results of the battle, the pirate girls laying unconscious.

Ed: nice work you three!

Jeanne: of course! These two didn't stand a chance!

Hokusai: serves them right for cheating!

Ishtar: yeah and- wait! Does anyone else hear that?

Mari: hmmm? Is that a.... rocket?

Mari looks up, being able to see through the thick fog, to see Mecha Eli Chan MK II flying above.

M. Eli: it would seem the two of them have been eliminated, unfortunately. I cannot see through this thick fog, so I'd best report to Osaka-

*blast!*

M. Eli: huh?!

Mari: shoot her down!

Ishtar: don't need to tell me twice!

Jeanne: yeah! We'll turn her into burnt scrap!

M. Eli: activating evasive maneuvers!

*blast!*

One of Jeanne's fireballs manages to blast one of Mecha Eli's wings

M. Eli: my wing!

Ishtar: quick, Jeanne! Give me a boost!

Jeanne: on it!

Jeanne puts her hands together to help launch Ishtar into the air, she then kicks Mecha Eli right in the face!

Ishtar: ha!

M. Eli: no!

Mecha Eli then falls into the foggy forest below, now surrounded by the twins and their servants.

Mari: oh! It looks like the big bad mecha made a mistake coming here!

Ed: pretty lucky for us to take out another member on their own!

M. Eli: I can still fight! *getting up* I'll still he able to destroy you all!

Jeanne: oh shut it!

All three servants attack the mecha, until she's rendered defeated.

Hokusai: wooh! Only two left! This is going great!

Mari: and these three were probably the bigger threats too!

Jeanne: yeah, hard to take Teach and Okki seriously in all honesty.

The group then moved on to the next area. Meanwhile, Teach and Osakabehime were starting to worry.

Okki: Teach! Why's she taking so long to get back!

Teach: it's probably nothing! I'm sure she'll be here soon enough!

Okki: I-I n-need her here! Without her I won't have nearly as much distance in the fight! They can already shoot at us with Jeanne and Ishtar, I needed that flight advantage!

Teach: be more optimistic, Hime! She'll be back before you kno-

*fireball shoots by, barely missing Teach's face*

Mari: unlikely

Okki: oh no!

Teach: ah crap...

Hokusai: we've taken care of all three of your other buds!

Ishtar: real nice of you, bending the rules around like that!

Okki: hey! I needed as many advantages as I could get!

Ed: y'know that just means you don't deserve your position right?!

Okki: so what?! I already got it, I won't lose it so easily!

Jeanne: by the way, hime! I've been meaning to ask... how's that draft of yours?

Okki: *urgh!* why'd you have to bring that up!?

Teach: oh yeah.... you haven't even touched it have you?!

While the group talks, it seeks Okki doesn't notice the storm that started

Okki: *Urgh!* Teach! You're not helping!

Jeanne: wow! You haven't even started?! I've already finished mine!

The storm starts to get more intense

Okki: huh?! How did you- what even?!

Jeanne: I don't slack on my work! Unlike some people!

Lightning strikes are heard, along with Thunder

Okki: stop calling me out like this! I already know I should've started by now!

*lightning*

Teach: uh.... Hime?

Okki: but I've been having fun with this Vacation!

*Thunder*

Teach: hime?

Okki: and I'll keep having fun!

*lightning again*

Teach: H-hime!

Okki: once I kick all of your asses!

*Thunder, again*

Teach: Osakabehime!

Okki: what!?

Lightning is then seen hitting the two of them!

Okki, in pain: h-huh?! What was that?!

Teach: where'd this storm come from?!

Ed: that'd be me!

Mari: good job, hermano!

Hokusai: you said it, Mari!

Ishtar: we'll take it from here!

Teach: n-no fair! Hitting someone when their down!

Jeanne: we don't need to hear that from the most infamous and feared pirate!

The three then proceed to defeat the remaining two enemies, claiming victory of this match!

Everyone is then seen walking into the main floor of the casino.

Quetz: muy bien mis hijos!!! You all did such a good job!

Rex: and it went much smoother then when I had to do it.

Mari: gracias

Ed: I'm still surprised how long she got distracted by the draft thingy...

Jeanne: well, me laying it on thick about my superiority really pushed her buttons! So I can't blame her!

Rex: well now it's onto the next swimsuit swordmaster.

Quetz: they only get more difficult as this goes on, so don't be afraid to ask for our help!

Mari: right, we'll see how things go....

Ed: hopefully we can manage....

Then the Bunny Lion King's voice is heard on a loudspeaker

Buntoria: attention all visitors. I must unfortunately warn you, that along with the bat creatures that were seen last night a Very large Bat-like monster has been reported by some visitors. Along with that, some have even reported sharks in the pool surrounding Dazzling Vegas. My Knights are on the job to take care of them, but until then please limit your time outside as much as possible.

Mari: oh no.....

Ed: it can't be....

Quetz: no no no! That shouldn't be even remotely possible!

Hokusai: uh.... what's got you all scared?

Rex: we can explain at the hotel.... hopefully we won't run into.... them

A/N: Osakabehime has been defeated! Mari and Ed had an easier time handling them then Rex did back in the day! Hopefully the next few swordmasters will be easier too!

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[wanderingchocolateeclair]

How about how the top five kinda acts like a family? I’ve kinda seen them as such and noticed one of your previous drawing was like that. What little things do they appreciate about each other? Or tiny things they do for each other.

Ahhh! Thank you for providing me with something to ramble about!

Honestly I just think that they would just get up to some really troublesome stuff together, whilst still doing an amazing job at being heroes. I’ll write some random headcanons about them in a moment but I think I’ll just give like some little points about the others from each of their own perspectives first? (None of this is in a particular order by the way)

Endeavour -

Well he’s.....himself?? Believes that the other four are just annoying “kids” that pester him for no reason, doesn’t enjoy their pranks and mischievous antics however always manages to get roped into them (most of the time by Hawks and Miruko)

To him, Miruko and Hawks are the annoying kids who always manage to challenge him into doing stupid things, Jeanist is the bothersome pest who has a really annoying way of turning whatever he says into a cheeky insult whilst still managing to have more common sense than the other two, and Edgeshot is just that really mysterious guy that he’s slightly wary of yet can tolerate more than the others because he can be kinda scary sometimes.

Despite this he does recognise that all of them are incredibly strong individuals who all really do take their jobs as heroes rather seriously.

Hawks -

Oh boy he loves pestering Endeavour. Miruko is the only one who will straight up join him in doing so, closely followed by the useless “supervision” of Edgeshot and Jeanist.

Obviously he really looks up to Endeavour and that’s kinda obvious, Miruko is the “fun one” in his own words as they make the most chaotic duo out of the whole of them, and actually he sees the other two as two kinda fatherly figures in a way, being two people that he’s probably known from a young age and he knows they’ll give him serious advice when he needs it - although most of the time he’ll just say that “they suck the fun out of everything”.

On the other side of things though, he does know that if he ever has an issue that he’s unsure of how to handle, or he’s feeling bad about something, he can go to any of them to ask for advice, talk or even just a hug. Because they understand.

Miruko -

Ah yes. She will never pass up an opportunity to pester one of the older heroes with Hawks. It’s way too much fun.

In her eyes, Endeavour is just a competitive fiery flamethrower who will sometimes actually say something that makes sense, Hawks is the one she can do anything stupid with who occasionally supplies her with new challenges, she finds Jeanist a little annoying in the way he words things but knows that he’s always willing to join her in sassing the hell out of Endeavor, and she will not hesitate to tease Edgeshot about whatever she can - probably the only one out of the lot of them that isn’t at all fazed by his death glare.

She sees them all as a group of chaotic adults that will happily provide her with whatever support she needs in return for her keeping an eye out for them whenever she can.

Jeanist -

He really enjoys making whatever cheeky remarks he can to annoy Endeavour. But does know when not to tag along with the other two in some of their more stupid ideas. And will no doubt comment about one of their choices in clothing about two times a day at least.

He sees Endeavour as a cranky old man who needs to lighten his temper and his manners quite a bit but does hold respect in the fact that he is older and still a very powerful hero, Hawks is basically “his child” and he knows that despite how childish he may be at times he still does know how to make his own fairly reasonable desicions, he acknowledges how strong Miruko is and is kinda terrified about getting on her bad side - but still knows she comes up with some stupid ideas with Hawks and joins in with them for the fun of it, and well Edgeshot is the only one who he’ll listen to when it comes to doing anything stupid because that man can be really scary when he wants to be.

But really he knows that each and every one of them will be there for him to lean on as a support on those days where he needs it, and he’ll always provide help for any of them when they need it.

Edgeshot -

He has to babysit 4 grown adults...but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t actually enjoy the chaos. Occasionally he’ll help out with the stupid ideas, but only when he knows it isn’t a dangerous idea. Most of the time he’ll just stand by watching it happen.

From his point of view, Endeavor is a strong hero that acts like stroppy child with bad manners most of the time but he never really tries to do anything to annoy the older man - that’s the others’ job, Hawks and Miruko are the troublesome kids who always manage to come up with ideas that are so stupid yet something that he actually really wants to know the outcome of, and Jeanist is a man of many talents but incredibly unable to keep any of his secretly stupid ideas hidden from him (and he is the only person out of the lot of them that somehow actually find Jeanist’s stupid puns funny - he won’t admit it though).

Aside from all this, he is very aware that these people will stand with him to protect whatever they must, he trusts these people with his life as he hopes they would do the same in return.

Some random headcanons:

They will have regular meet-ups outside of work at one of their agencies where they just chill out and chat. These are usually at rather random times of day.

These meet-ups usually consist of hours of Hawks and Miruko doing something very stupid and Edge preventing Jeanist from winding endeavour up to the point that the building burns down.

Sometimes, it’ll end up just being a whole day where they catch up on all the sleep they’ve missed and end up basically having a massive slumber party in the middle of their office. Until one of them notices the time and they have to dart off to their individual patrols.

Jeanist has somehow managed to persuade endeavour to let him do his hair...twice, and Edgeshot has it all on camera.

This led to a series of makeover sessions where Hawks and Jeanist made Endeavour wear neon yellow eyeliner, Miruko suddenly had pink hair and Edgeshot spent the whole day in pigtails (much to his dismay)

They treat Hawks as the baby - literally will do anything for him - but tease him with stuff like “oh it’s way past your bedtime Hawks” or “sorry Hawks you’re too young to do that well tell you when you’re older” and he HATES it.

They all gather gossip from their interns and sidekicks over the week and end up having competitions to see who has the most shocking news.

So far Edgeshot and Jeanist are tied with first place.

They are also completely fine with showing the other 3 their faces so they are fully aware of how they look like.

Most of the time these meet-ups will be fairly chaotic and cheerful, but on the occasion it may not be.

Being a hero comes with the knowledge that you cannot save everybody. And they all know this. And so when these moments happen and they feel as if they need a break, these are the best times for them to come to terms with what happened on maybe a patrol that evening, or a mission that didn’t end well.

Because they understand each other completely, and know what that feeling is like.

These meet-ups normally just consist of a lot of silent discussions, hugs and often tears.

Where they all get together to comfort the one who needs it the most. Putting their plans on hold for them and listening to their troubles.

Because even Endeavour would feel bad refusing to console a Jeanist who was distraught over being “too weak” to save a single person who was in a completely different location than himself.

Or a timid Edgeshot who’s past was hovering over his mind more than usual, preventing him from focusing properly on his evening patrol.

Or a gloomy Hawks who feels as if his decisions are always wrong and feels like he can’t do anything right.

Or even a stressed out Miruko who feels as though she did a bad job at saving someone just because they were disrespectful towards her “careless” methods.

And of course they all are aware of the heavy expectations of being number 1, and know that truly this unusually silent Endeavour is human just like themselves and will feel just as anyone else would.

Even top heroes need to have these moments where they can break down in front of the people they trust, in order to keep their own sanity from crumbling apart.

And really that’s what they all collectively like the most about their little “family”.

Between all the fun and chaos.

It’s the ability for them all to lean on each other at times when they need it the most, and they definitely feel that’s a good thing.

Wooh!! There you go! A nice long list of headcanons of my favourite lil group of chaotic characters.

Sorry for getting a little sad at the end there, but if you know me by now I’m pretty sure it’s obvious that a ramble written by me wouldn’t be complete without it lol

Thanks again for the ask @ohpleaseiwillendyou it really gave me some happy things to think about and really cheered me up, which is exactly what I needed right now aha.

Please feel free to send me asks or suggestions to write about! I’m currently quite motivation-less and I really need things to ramble about to make me feel better :)

~Eclair

[starrynite7114]

everything is you: five

A/N: WOOH. FINALS NEXT WEEK AND I’M FREAKING OUT. This update is a little long. I don’t know what happened. Things are picking up too, but I hope you all will enjoy the ride. I’m really excited to share it all with you. I most likely won’t update till the end of next week, but I have a few things planned! Going through my requests and also have a new series planned. 

Thank you all for all the amazing comments and support! Love you all! Love you all! <3

everything is you

one : two : three : four

Word count: 9770

Warnings: A smidge of angst, smut

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Victor watched as Alena waved their co-workers goodbye as they placed their work on her desk. It wasn’t much this time around, but he saw their boss, Mr. Johnson frowning as well. Their co-workers had thought Mr. Johnson had already left, but in reality, he blacked out his walls and saw what they were doing though they couldn’t see him.

“This is ridiculous, it’s Friday, it’s time for you to go home.” Mr. Johnson had enough just as one of his workers placed files on Alena’s desk.

Victor wanted to do a standing ovation for Mr. Johnson, but he stayed seated, laughing to himself instead.

Ilya, the worker who was placing the files on Alena’s table quickly took it back and sat back down.

“It’s okay Mr. Johnson, I don’t mind helping. It’s just mostly research anyway.” Alena felt bad looking at the embarrassed look on Ilya’s face. 

“Alena, I’m giving you a week off. Ilya take the rest of these folders and finish the rest of these paperwork.” There were still a few people lingering around the office, and some of them were glad that Mr. Johnson finally caught people dumping their work to Alena. Though, they were guilty themselves since they haven’t exactly helped her. “You will all be receiving a stern email from me regarding this abuse you’ve put forth on Alena. If this occurs again, you will be immediately terminated.” He looked at Alena who was blushing. “I don’t want to see you here for a week. Samantha can handle your workload.”

“But sir, I have to,” Alena stopped talking when Mr. Johnson held his hand up.

“Alena, please, let me do this for you.” He gave her a warm smile. “Enjoy your time with Cruz, I’m sure he would appreciate it. Please thank him for the drawing he gave me.” Mr. Johnson spoiled Cruz rotten since he had no kids of his own. Cruz always made drawings for him and bless his heart, he would always hang it around his office. “Also, thank Angel for that advice on my Harley, it’s running smoothly.” He even got on well with Angel.

“I will. Thank you.” Alena packed her bag and Mr. Johnson patted her back before returning to his office. 

“You know, you could just say no instead of telling Mr. Johnson.” Ilya snapped Alena, upset that he had to do everyone else’s work.

“I didn’t tell him, I didn’t even know he was still here.” Alena argued, hating this confrontation. 

“Whatever, must pay off that you suck his dick.”

Alena has heard it before. She knew people spoke behind her back about either her “fake” kindness or how Mr. Johnson was so kind to her since she slept with him. She didn’t let them get to her, you couldn’t change how people thought of you and she wasn’t interested. She was here to do her job and that was that. Of course there were times that it did, but as soon as she had Cruz with her, she was fine.

But hearing these kinds of accusations so blatantly, it was hurtful. 

“Excuse me?” Victor stood up making Ilya roll his eyes.

“Oh here’s the other guy. Aren't you married?” Ilya sneered at Alena.

Victor chuckled, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “You keep running your mouth and I may just bite and beat your ass. And I don’t even have to worry about jail time cause we both know the strings I have.” Victor threatened him. “I’m sure Mr. Johnson would love to know how you’ve been leaking insider information to the press about his high profiled case with Mr. Petit. Don’t ever look Alena’s way again, you got it?”

Ilya nodded his head, tail tucked in between his legs. Victor turned to Alena and saw that her eyes were watery. She gave him a weak smile before she continued to pack. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and said a quick goodbye to Mr. Johnson. 

Victor quickly packed his stuff and jogged after Alena, holding the elevator. She looked up at him, the tears already streaming from her eyes. She wiped her eyes and gave him a teary smile.

“I’m sorry.” She quickly apologized making Victor frown.

“Why are you apologizing?” Victor settled into the other wise of the elevator not wanting to crowd Alena.

“You didn’t have to defend me. I’ve heard it before.”

“Alena, I wasn’t going to let that asshole talk down on you like that.” Victor reasoned. “You gotta stand up for yourself too. I know you can, you stand up to Angel all the time.”

“He’s not worth it.”

“He doesn’t have to be, but why would you let anyone talk to you in such a way? It’s appalling. Does Angel know that people at the office think you’re sleeping with Mr. Johnson?” 

“No, I don’t want to worry Angel. He already hates it that I live in San Diego alone while he’s like an hour and a half away.” 

Alena and Angel have been at an impasse after their fight a month ago. Angel has been making an effort to assure her that he was committed to her and Cruz. Though he wasn’t doing anything different. He would try to bring her lunch every once in a while. He would pick her up from work when he would with Cruz coming along. At least the first two weeks after her talk, but she distanced herself since every time Angel would do sweet gestures, he had her falling deeper and deeper, she couldn’t have that. 

She could be his wife without being overly affectionate. Just the minimum.

This would make everything hurt less in the long run.

“You want to go have dinner?”

Alena looked at the time and it was only six. For once she was out at a decent time. She contemplated, and figured she had nothing to lose. She was off for a week and she could just text Angel that she was grabbing dinner with Victor.

“Sure, let me just text Angel.”

She shot Angel a quick text about her staying the night in San Diego since Victor wanted to grab dinner. Almost immediately he texted her back.

Angel

No, Cruz is sick, I need you here.

Alena frowned. She called Angel and he didn’t answer.

Angel

He’s sleeping. Can you just please come home? I need you.

“Sorry Victor, I have to take a rain check. Cruz is sick.” 

“That’s fine, is he okay?”

“I think so? Angel didn’t give me any details.”

Victor refrained from chuckling. He knew Angel’s game, using Cruz to keep Alena away from him. It could only work for so long.

He hoped Angel was messing around cause he wouldn’t want Cruz to be sick.

Alena drove up the driveway, turning off her car. Before she could even open the door, she heard ‘mommy’. She immediately smiled, opening the door and Cruz greeted her by her seat. 

“Hey baby!” Cruz didn’t look sick. She hoped that his nap helped him feel better. “You feeling better?”

Cruz gave her a confused look while Angel took Cruz from Alena.

“Yeah, he’s feeling better.” Angel answered. 

Alena grabbed her purse and Angel tried to hold her hand, but she moved her hand away, closing the door. She grabbed Cruz from Angel and handed her purse to him. Walking ahead, she repeated the mantra she’s been repeating in her head.

‘Distance so you don’t get hurt. Distance so you don’t get hurt.’

Angel’s eyebrows furrowed at her, noticing how Alena has been distancing herself from him. 

“It better not be motherfucking Victor.” Angel muttered to himself. 

Alena was washing the dishes after dinner, Angel sitting at the table watching her. She insisted that he went to stay with Cruz to make sure he was okay, but Angel insisted on drinking his beer in her company. He needed to know why she was putting distance between them.

“You should go on a date.” 

Angel almost spat out his beer as he watched Alena’s back while she was washing dishes. “What?”

“Yes, you should. Maybe ask Adelita? Or a coworker of mine that has this crush on you.” She teased him. This was her way of going back to their normal.

Fuck.

What was even normal?

“What the fuck are you doing Alena?” Angel had noticed that ever since their argument a month ago, Alena has been pushing him away. Sleeping in Cruz’s room instead of theirs. She doesn’t sit next to him, she always had Cruz in between them. Every time he offered to bring her food, she texted him a picture of food she already bought. Whenever he told her he was coming to her apartment, she texted him that she was on her way to Santo Padre. Every time he tried to get her alone, she would conveniently get a phone call. 

And now, trying to set him up on a date? 

She had him fucked up. 

“Setting you up on a date? You’ve been single for so long, Cruz is old enough now.” Alena knew their situation was highly ideal, but they couldn’t be in this situation forever. They weren’t together. As long as Cruz was their number one priority, everything would be fine.

“Why would I want to go on a date?”

“Aren’t you tired of just sleeping around? Don’t you want to be in a relationship?”

“Am I missing something? Are you with that motherfucker?”

“What?” She turned off the water, turning to face Angel. 

“Victor, are you with him?” Angel’s eyes narrowed at her. “Is that why you’re trying to push me to date someone? So that it would be okay for you to date him?” He chuckled. “Over my dead fucking body.”

“I’m not dating Victor.”

“No, of course not.” He scoffed. “You what? Casually sleep together?”

Angel knew he was unreasonable since there has been no indication they’ve slept together. 

“How is it any of your business if I sleep with Victor or not? You sleep with the girl’s at Vicky’s! I don’t know what you do across the border!” Alena bit her lip, never really voicing to Angel her displeasement that he slept with other women. But as she realized that night that Myrna spilled her drink on her, she didn’t have a claim on Angel and she never would. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. It’s none of my business what you do in your life, you can do as you please. You don’t need my permission. I just thought of helping you out is all.” Alena turned around to continue washing dishes. 

“What would you do if I want to date you?”

Alena dropped the dish in her hand, thankful that it was Cruz’s plastic Mickey Mouse plate. Angel smirked at her reaction. 

“But you don’t, so nothing.” She tried to laugh her nervousness away, keeping her back to him. “So Amy is really nice, she’s around my age. She talks a little too much, but if you can get past that then you should be fine.”

“Alena, I like you.” He wanted to save the other L-word for later, he didn’t want to scare Alena off, so he’ll start with that.

“No you don’t, I’m convenient, believe me you don’t.” Alena didn’t want to face Angel. She didn’t think he would play with her feelings, but this was all out of convenience or gratitude. She’s been a constant in his life and Angel liked that, not her. 

But they were getting divorce. He didn’t have to worry about anything else.

“Convenient? Why the fuck would you think that?” Angel hated that Alena wouldn’t turn to face him. He was serious about this.

“Cause it is, look, no harm done. I’m like a constant in your life, I’m Cruz’s mother I get it, but really Amy is a great catch unless you already made a move on Adelita?” Alena didn’t like pushing herself to the side, but she was also realistic. She’s known Angel for years and he’s always said he never had feelings for her, she wasn’t sure what was going on, but if she put her foot down, they didn’t have to be at this weird place.

“Why? Is it hard to believe I have feelings for you?” Angel hates Alena’s lowly thinking of herself. She was a beautiful girl who he would willingly give the world to. Whatever she wanted he would give to her. “I told you Alena, I haven’t been with anyone, not fucking interested either. I’m just interested in you.”

Before Alena could reply, her phone began to ring. She knew that ringtone, it was Victor’s and Angel knew that ringtone as well. Angel picked up her phone, swiping right to answer.

“Hello?”

“Angel!” Alena turned around, but her hands were still wet. 

“Listen, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call my girl. She’s happily taken. I understand why you would think she’s single but she isn’t. She’s the mother of my child and she’s married to me. Please don’t contact her again.” Angel informed Victor, his eyes locked on Alena as she watched him helplessly. “Now, you don’t have to worry about Victor, so how about that date?”

“Angel!” Alena’s cheeks reddened, eyebrows furrowed as she was visibly upset by his antics. “That’s not fair! I don’t meddle in your life, don’t meddle in mine! I actually like Victor. Why can’t I go on dates? I don’t tell you anything about yours.” She was angry. Why couldn’t she be with someone? To see how it would be like? 

Those words hit Angel so quickly.

She likes Victor?

“You like Victor?” He whispered the words, as if lowering his tone would make it not real. The realization was making his chest fucking tighten. No, no way, didn’t fucking matter. He had Alena, he has Alena.

“I,” she closed her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe?” She looked at Angel and was surprised how heartbroken he appeared, and she saw that mild anger brimming. “If this is your territorial thing because of Cruz, I would never leave him behind, or you. You two are far too important to me.”

“You fucking serious right now? You think this is because of Cruz? That I think you’re walking away that’s why I’m trying to get you back?” Angel scoffed. “I never lost you Alena and I never will. I don’t know why you’re pulling away, but I’m not going to let you go. I’m serious, I have feelings for you and I want to be with you. You don’t need Victor, you have me.” Angel placed his beer down on the table. He made his way over to Alena, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Before Alena could react, he kissed her, Alena’s eyes widening. She was going to push him, but fuck did his lips feel good, they always did. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Before she could even deepen the kiss, Angel pulled away, Alena chasing after him. He wiped his thumb against her bottom lip, chuckling. “Yeah, doesn’t seem like I’m the only one who has feelings here.” Angel walked away leaving Alena hot and heavy. 

“Nope, sleeping with Cruz tonight.”

An hour later, after scrolling through her Facebook and other social media sites, she made her way over to Cruz’s room and found him sprawled on his bed, no room for her. She took his ginormous bear, leaning it against his drawer. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the bear and watching Cruz sleep. Alena loved watching Cruz sleep, watching him grow before her eyes has been a delight and she wouldn’t trade it in for the world.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” 

Alena placed her hand against her mouth, to not let out the shriek that she wanted to let out. 

“Angel,” she whispered harshly. “What is the matter with you?”

“I’ve been waiting for you in our room, let’s go.” He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“No it’s okay, I just want to watch Cruz.”

“Nope, you can spend all your time with him tomorrow, let’s go.” Angel stepped in the room and helped her up, closing the door behind them once they were outside. He brought her to their room. 

Alena quickly changed before getting on the bed, placing a pillow between them. Angel watched amused that she was trying to put a pillow in between them. Once she was settled under the covers, Angel threw the pillow on the ground, laughing as Alena let out an annoyed huff.

“Angel, please, I just want to keep boundaries between us so there are no blurred lines.” Alena turned to face him, annoyed by his smugness. “You’re so annoying.” She turned away from him, closing her eyes. She took off her glasses, placing it on the bedside table. 

Angel scooted closer to Alena, she could feel his heat radiating on her back. He draped an arm over her stomach. She attempted to push his arm away, but he took her hand, intertwining their fingers on her stomach, pulling her flushed against him. 

Placing a kiss on the back of her head, he tightened his hold on her. “Don’t fight it cielo, believe me when I tell you. I have feelings for you, just give me a little bit more time.”

Alena didn’t answer, keeping her eyes closed. Eventually she felt Angel’s breathing even out and she followed close behind him.

Angel felt the weight on his chest and heard the giggle. He cracked open an eye, and saw Cruz beside him.

“Hi daddy.” Cruz waved. “Mommy is drooling.”

Angel looked down at Alena and sure enough, she was draped over him, her leg rested in between his. He felt the wetness against his skin and chuckled. Alena was so cute when she slept. Well, she was always cute, but he really enjoyed watching her sleep.

“It’s too early little man, wanna join mommy and daddy?” Angel moved to the side and let Cruz rest on his other side while Alena remained at the same spot.

“Can I have a little brother or sister for my birthday?”

Angel held back a laugh and just smiled down at his son. “We’ll ask mommy.”

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Angel left Cruz and Alena still asleep on his bed. He had a shift at the scrapyard and a run with Hank and Gilly to meet with SAMCRO. He didn’t exactly tell Alena everything he truly felt, but he would tonight. Realizing he loves Alena was a whole different thing. It was terrible that it was Victor who made him realize this, but he knew it was always there. He’s loved her for quite some time, but it was easy to bury with everything going on.

He might sound stupid, but he figured that this whole thing between him and Alena would be understood as some type of relationship. Contrary to popular belief, he hasn’t touched any of the girls at Vicky’s nor has he done anything with Adelita. 

Everytime he was close enough to even doing anything, all he could see was Alena and that adorable smile of hers. And the times she would cry, god his heart would clench at how difficult it was to see his cielo cry. 

Then he would think of Cruz.

How disappointed Cruz would be if he stepped out on mommy. 

He walked in the clubhouse and found EZ with Coco. 

“Did you tell her?” Was the first thing Coco asked. 

“No. We got into it yesterday cause of Victor.”

“Fuck.” Coco handed EZ a twenty dollar bill.

“The fuck?”

“Prospect and I made a bet that you wouldn’t confess, I said you would do it, but Boy Scout said no.” 

“Fuck you both. What is up with you all making bets on me and Alena?” He noticed that Taza handed Bishop a twenty as well, the president lifting his beer to Angel. “What the fuck?”

“Victor came around the other day.” Coco informed him. He had a few run-ins with Victor since he tried to help him find Letty, but Letty ended up coming to him. With Letty coming into his life, he’s been busy. She still lived with Celia, but he was trying to spend more time with her. 

“Why?” Angel didn’t like how Victor seemed to be infiltrating all aspects of his life. 

“Needed a piece for his Mustang, figured we’d have it here and we did.” Coco offered Angel a cigarette, which he took. “I like him, he’s a pretty knowledgeable guy. And he really likes Alena.” Coco would always be loyal to Angel, that was his brother, his best friend, but his loyalty with Alena almost topped Angel. He still remembered the time she provided him an alibi for Frankie. 

And the poor guy believed Alena since he always had a crush on her. She was sweet, innocent, and had a conscience. 

After all, why would Alena lie? 

Ever since then, Coco saw that Alena wasn’t only loyal to Angel, her loyalty extended to the club. And he couldn’t help it that his protective nature came out with Alena. She was nice, but when you got to her bad side, stand clear. She was patient, understanding, and loved fiercely. 

It was always a saying around the club, hell around town.

‘What country did Angel save in a past lifetime that he was able to land Alena?’

It was a running joke that even Angel agreed with the statement. He didn't know who and what he saved in a previous life, but he would never question it. 

“And this concerns me why?” Angel sat down at the bar, waiting for EZ to give him a beer. 

“You’re not even a little concerned that Victor may sink his claws in Alena.” EZ knew it was awful of him to put ideas in his brother’s head, but they weren’t getting younger. If Angel actually thought keeping this farce was going to keep Alena around, it wasn’t. From what Carla told him, Alena was working on divorcing Angel because that’s what their deal was and time was almost up. 

“Not even worried.” Angel scoffed, taking a sip of the beer EZ placed in front of him.

But he was worried.

Victor had been waiting for years and now that their five years were almost up, it seemed like Victor thought it would be the perfect time to make his feelings known. Angel wondered if Valeria was still obsessed with Victor cause if she was, he would gladly point her to his direction. There have been people who had shown interested in Alena before, the last one being Dante, Alena’s douchebag ex-boyfriend who stole almost two thousand dollars from her and had the fucking audacity to to hurt Alena. 

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Angel watched as Alena’s car pulled up at the scrapyard, which surprised him since it was midnight. Alena had work tomorrow so she was usually in San Diego by Sunday night. She visited him on the weekends to fuck around with him and his brother’s, but that was less frequent lately since Dante became Alena’s boyfriend.

It’s been a long two years and he hoped she fucking broke up with him already. 

Angel patted Maxine’s thigh, signalling for her to get off him. She looked back and saw Alena knowing Angel wouldn’t need her service tonight. After all, Angel hardly flirted with other girls in front of Alena. It was sacreligious. 

Coco was the one to open the door for Alena and his words was what made Angel rush over to Alena.

“What the fuck?” Coco studied Alena’s face, her glasses were crooked, barely staying on at the bridge of her nose. The left side of her face was starting to swell, a bruise forming.

“What’s going,” Angel’s words died down when his eyes landed on Alena. He didn’t mean to shove Coco, but he pushed him out of the way, cupping Alena’s cheek gently. She was crying and winced when Angel touched her cheek. “Oh fuck no. Did that motherfucker put his hands on you Alena?” Angel didn’t mean to yell at her, but he was infuriated. 

“Calm down hermano, you’re scaring her.” Coco warned.

“Hey, I would never hurt you,” his voice softened. “Dime cielo, did he do this?”

Alena nodded her head. She wrapped her arms around Angel, his arms automatically wrapping around her. His right hand still cupped her cheek while his hand rubbed her back. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“No,” Alena uttered out, pulling away from him, shaking her head. “Please don’t. It’s fine, I just got him angry and,”

“Shut the fuck up Alena, don’t even fucking defend him.” Angel had to walk away from Alena, he didn’t want to yell at her. It wasn’t her fault she was fucking pure and forgiving, but this was unforgivable. 

“Hey, Lenny, you know Angel is just overprotective.” Coco watched as Riz, Creeper and Gilly made their way over to them. He was overprotective too, but he was trying to keep his cool since Alena didn’t need all of them waging war right now.

“The fuck?” Riz assessed Alena’s face, knowing fully well who the fuck did this to her. “Is this the first time?”

Alena nodded her head. She didn’t like that they all came to her. She loved the guys, trusted them with her life, but she really just wanted Angel right now. Coco noticed that Alena’s eyes kept drifting over to Angel who was off to the side, trying to cool off. 

Coco made his way over to Angel and pulled him further to the side so that no one could hear them.

“Listen, I get it, you’re pissed, and you want to kill the motherfucker, we all do. But Alena needs you right now. She doesn’t need you being pissy, she needs you to be there for her. We’ll fucking handle Dante another night, let him rest easy so when we fuck that fucker up, he won’t see it coming.”

Angel took a deep breath and nodded his head. He made his way back over to Alena, who was being occupied by Creeper’s lame attempts to try and cheer her up. She slightly smiled, but Angel knew it was due to her trying to be nice. 

“I’m going to take her home.” He informed them, the hint obviously taken. 

The boys gave her a hug before Angel led her to the front passenger seat. When she was inside, he closed the door. He made his way over to Coco, before sliding in the driver’s seat. 

“Find that motherfucker, make sure he doesn’t leave town.” 

Coco nodded his head and watched Angel and Alena leave. Angel looked over at Alena who was just looking straight ahead in a daze. 

“Baby, can I hold your hand?” Angel asked. 

She nodded her head, briefly looking at him. Angel reached over and held her hand, placing it on his thigh. 

“You want to go home?” 

She shook her head. 

“My place?”

She nodded her head. 

Angel frowned, not liking the fact that she wasn’t talking. Alena tended to lose herself in her mind. She could be cruel to herself and would most likely reasoned she fucking deserved it like those poor women who chose to stay with their partners. But he was going to make sure she wasn’t one of them, Dante saw the last of Alena tonight, that was for sure. 

If he had to bury him six feet under, he fucking would. 

He pulled up to his place, parking at his spot. Waiting for her in front of her car, Alena stayed in the car for a moment, which he took as an opportunity to smoke. When she came out, he held out his hand, which she took. They made their way to his apartment, Angel unlocking it for her. 

Leading her to his bedroom, he turned to her. “You want clothes?”

Alena nodded her head. Angel went to her drawer that held all of her clothes in case she slept over. He handed her one of his shirts and one of her shorts. Alena changed in the bathroom quickly before coming out and joined Angel. He’s on the bed, his back against the wall of his bedroom. 

“Can we get my cell phone? I should text Dante.” She fiddled with the edge of the shirt, looking at the floor. 

“Excuse me? Text Dante?” Angel gave her an incredulous look, unsure if he heard her correctly. “Alena, you’re not talking to Dante.”

“Angel, I just, I just want to let him know I’m safe.”

“Alena, you’re not fucking talking to Dante, your relationship is done. He hit you!” She flinched, causing Angel to let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream at you. Cielo, please, just come lay with me.” 

“I have to get my cell phone.” Alena insisted. 

“What happened Alena?” 

“What?” 

“What happened?”

Alena sat at the edge of the bed facing Angel, she bent one of her legs while the other hung at the edge of the bed. “I found out he stole money from me, so I confronted him and he slapped me.” Angel could tell Alena was becoming emotional, uncomfortable with what she was sharing. “He got on top of me and he punched me.” The tears came out then, Angel’s heart broke and his anger soared. He could not believe this motherfucker cowardly hurt his Alena. Angel never felt this type of anger before, except for the time that his mother was killed. A random act they said, he scoffed at that. He always thought about all the ways he wanted to kill his mother’s killer. Since he would never get the chance to do so, he would take it out on Dante for hurting Alena.

Her sob broke him out of his thoughts, Angel immediately crawling over to Alena. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards the middle of the bed so they could lay down. As soon as he was on his back, he pulled Alena to his chest, letting her cry on him. One arm was wrapped around her while the other hand held her hand. 

He’s killed people before out of obligation to the club.

But this was the first kill he would thoroughly enjoy. 

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He didn’t kill Dante.

Man did he fucking want to. 

Alena’s cheek was bruised for a week, it fucking upset Angel. Every time he looked at her face then, it taunted him that he wasn’t able to protect her. Never fucking again. He would always protect her from everyone and everything. 

Alena begged him to spare Dante, but he warned Dante, clear as day so there were no confusions.

“You ever come near her, breathe the same air as her, or even contact her, I’m going to fucking shoot you.”

Dante returned her money with interest and it was the last she ever saw of Dante. 

“But you should be.” Coco’s reply got Angel’s attention. “Victor isn’t like Dante. He’s an actual decent guy who really likes Alena. He came here to get into our good graces cause he knew that our opinion would be important to her.” 

Angel downed his beer, standing up since he still had a shift at the scrapyard. 

“Well, he’s wasting his time.”

“If you make a move maybe, but otherwise Alena is fair game.”

“Alena isn’t fucking fair game, she’s my wife. If she even bring those fucking papers to me, I wouldn’t sign it.” Angel scoffed. 

He was never signing those papers.

Over his dead body.

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Angel unlocked the front door, and found Alena waiting for him. But she was asleep on the couch. Today, there was no shit with the rebels, just regular club shit and Angel was honestly thankful for that. He wanted to help their cause, but he was tiring himself out, especially after the fight with Alena. He hated fucking fighting with her because half the time, all he wanted to do was keep kissing her till she wasn’t angry at him anymore. Every night he came home and she was there, he wanted to hold her and not worry about whether or not she would let him hold her at night.

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know if Alena felt the same way for him. But he was willing to take the risk with her and put his feelings out there.

Angel was never good with his feelings. He was good at burying shit since that’s what he always did. The resentment he had for EZ, the disconnect he felt with his father, the feeling of inadequacy due to his parents favoring EZ, burying his true feelings were his forte. He knew EZ didn’t mean to be the golden child, didn’t mean to have both of their parents dotting on him, but it happened. Whenever he would try to talk to his father like EZ did, he never could do it, there was always a wall and instead of trying to break it down, they both just let it stay, becoming higher and higher.

But he couldn’t do that with Alena.

He wasted enough time with Alena. 

Walking over to her, he smiled down at her, squatting down beside her. Her back was to him, her phone resting beside her and glasses still on her face. The last text message he received from her was a picture of her and Cruz with soap suds on top of their heads as they took a bubble bath. 

It was his new wallpaper.

Alena loved taking pictures with Cruz. Whenever they had an adventure without him, he was sent numerous pictures. Alena never really knew it, but Angel’s background picture to this day was a picture they all took together during Cruz’s second birthday, the first birthday they all spent together. Cruz has his birthday cake in front of him with Alena and Angel on either side of him, the smiles on their faces was what Angel loved best. He clicked the button on the side and found a picture of him and Cruz sleeping. It made his heart flutter knowing that was her phone background. 

Alena began to turn, slightly startling Angel. She moved around often when she slept, which was why Angel didn’t like it when she slept on the couch. She was just like Cruz, they moved too damn much while they were sleeping. 

He watched as Alena moved towards the edge, falling into his arms. Chuckling, he picked her up bridal style, Alena snuggling into his chest. He quickly checked on Cruz, who was sound asleep, before making his way over to their bedroom. He placed Alena on her side of the bed, tucking her in. Placing a kiss on her forehead, his eyes closed, relishing the feel of her skin against his lips. 

God he sounded pathetic.

But he truly loved Alena. 

Pulling away, he took off her glasses and placed it on her bedside drawer along with her glasses. He took a quick shower before joining Alena in bed. Turning the television on, he lowered the volume and picked some random channel just in case Alena woke up in the middle of the night. He knew how much she hated the dark and preferred the night light of the television along with the noise it provided. 

Turning to face Alena, he placed his hand on top of her hand that was resting at the space between them. 

“I love you Alena, I know I can be slow, but I hope I’m not too late. I hope you haven’t given Victor space in your heart. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you cielo.”

Alena stirred, turning to her side and faced Angel. She snuggled onto her pillow, smiling. He felt her fingers intertwine with his. She scrunched her face before opening her eyes. She looked down at their hands then back up to him.

“You okay cielo?” Angel questioned as he watched Alena look at their hands again.

“Your hand looks so big compared to mine.” She commented. Looking up at him again, she smiled. Alena moved towards him, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head against his chest. Angel adjusted by laying on his back. She was very cuddly when she was sleepy or drunk. 

Angel didn’t mind, he loved holding her. She propped herself up with her elbow, a hand on his stomach. Moving up, she pressed her lips against his, Angel immediately reacting. After last night, Angel didn’t think Alena would be kissing him. He felt her hand slip under his boxers, wrapping her arms around his already semi-erect cock. Alena started moving her hand up and down, tightening it around his cock.

Angel groaned, slightly pulling away from her, his lips against her.

“Fuck cielo,” he kissed her again, his hand slipping under her shirt, but Alena stopped him shaking her head. She kneeled beside him, her thumb brushing against the tip of his cock, making Angel close his eyes. “Baby, let me touch you.”

“No, this is about you.” Alena removed her hand, moving to kneel in between his legs. She took a hold of his boxers and pulled them down with Angel’s hell. She licked her lips, her hands holding onto Angel’s thighs, pushing them down.

“You want daddy’s cock baby? Go ahead and take it.” He sat up, waiting for Alena’s next move. She’s always been shy when it came to oral sex, unsure of what to do, but if he was being honest anytbing she did could get him off. He thought Alena everything she knew about blowjobs and he was honestly quite fucking proud of it.

Alena took him in her mouth, shallowly at first before deep throating him, making Angel moan out her name. He wrapped his hand around her hair, watching as Alena took him in. She let go of him with a pop, dipping her tongue into the slit of his cock. Her hand wrapped around his cock again, moving it up and down smoothly as it was like lubricated with her mouth. 

“Alena, you’re gonna fucking kill me. I thought you didn’t want to be intimate.” He couldn’t help but tease her, he knew Alena would give in.

“I don’t, but I figured I would show you the new trick Victor taught me.”

Angel jolted awake, breathing hard. He looked down and found Alena sleeping against him, her face against his pillow, her leg wrapped around him. 

“Fuck it was just a dream.” But he was hard now. And dream Alena had him fucked up. Real Alena has to take the blow of that comment. “Cielo, wake up.” He cupped her face, softly caressing her cheeks.

“Hmm,” Alena’s eyes remained closed but she acknowledged him.

“Wake up.”

“Mmhmm.”

Angel chuckled. He remembered that Cruz did want a brother or sister for his birthday. What better way to start than to practice? Angel pressed his lips against her, waiting for a reaction. Alena gasped, allowing Angel to slip his tongue into her mouth. He pushed her to lay on her back, his hand pinning her hand to her pillow. He pulled away to let her breath. His forehead against her, he opened his eyes to find Alena’s with her eyes close, lips parted.

“Is this a dream?”

Her question made him laugh.

“You dream about me kissing you, cielo?” His hand that had her hand pinned moved down her body, stopping on her breast to give it a light squeeze. Her eyes opened then.

“I always dream about you.” She realized her mistake and wished she could take it back.

“What do you dream about?” He pulled away from her, watching as the blush on her cheeks appeared. “Come on cielo, dime.” 

Alena was watching Angel’s hand as it hovered over the top of her shorts. She was debating if she wanted to stop him, to enforce her rule of no intimacy. But much like Angel she had needs, there was just so much her vibrator could do for her. At the same time, she wanted to keep that boundary, to assure they didn’t cross the line any further.

But what line?

She just heard Angel say it in her head.

This man was driving her nuts.

“Everything.” She whispered as she locked eyes with Angel.

“Do you dream of us together?”

Alena nodded her head, her eyes drifting back to his hand when she felt him pull against her shorts and underwear. She wanted to fight him, she really did, but one month was a feat. Pretty soon, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy Angel’s company. Why not just indulge while she still did?

“I always dream about you cielo, you plague my mind.” He kissed her cheek, his beard rubbing against her skin.

“Do you dream of me fucking you?” He whispered in her ear as his finger ran up and down her folds. “Do you dream of me fingering you as you beg me to let you come?”

“Yes,” Alena rasped out.

“I can make your dreams come true cielo, whatever you want I’ll give to you.” Angel nipped at her ear, his finger circling her entrance. “You want daddy to fuck you baby, let me have my way with you? No more ban?”

Alena shook her head.

“Use your voice.”

“No more ban daddy.”

Angel smirked against her ear. “That’s right, you’re not gonna deny daddy his pussy anymore, cause I know you missed daddy’s cock.” Angel plunged a finger in, groaning along with Alena at her tightness. “I’m gonna stretch this pussy out like I always do.”

He eased in another finger, Alena looking down at his fingers, but she couldn’t even see well, which added to the sensation. 

“You want me to get your glasses?”

Alena shook her head. “No daddy.”

Angel removed his fingers, causing Alena to pout. He instructed her to move forward so he could sit behind her. He took her glasses and handed it over to her. Alena took it, Angel wrapped an arm around her middle. 

“Move forward.” He instructed.

Alena scooted forward. Angel got off the bed and placed Alena’s full length standalone mirror at the edge of their bed. He settled back behind her, smirking at her through the mirror.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you so that you never deny daddy again.” Angel knew Alena was shy when it came to this type of thing, but he tried to push her out of her comfort zone every once in a while. “Is this okay baby girl?”

These were the last few months, why not experiment?

“Yes daddy.”

Angel groaned. He spread her legs, placing it on top of his. “Look at that baby, spread your lips for me.” Angel watched as Alena spread her folds, making Angel groan. “Slip a finger inside.”

Alena looked at Angel through the mirror and shook her head. He pressed against her, kissing and suck on her neck. “Come on cielo, I wanna see what you do while I’m on a run.” Every once in a while, Alena and Angel has phone sex when he was on a run. It was rare, but if it was a long period of time, he’s usually able to convince Alena.

“I use my vibrator you know this.” A vibrator that Angel has never seen. He always wondered where she hid it. 

“Where is it?”

Her eyes widened at his question and shook her head. “No, can we just use your fingers?”

“Come on, where is it? Daddy wants to play with his baby girl.” 

Alena was hesitant. It’s not that she didn’t trust Angel, she just didn’t expect to ever use it with him.

“My side of the closet in my t-shirt drawer.”

Angel hurriedly grabbed it and took it out of the box. He got lube from the drawer that he knew Alena kept their shit together. He went back to his original position behind her, spreading the lube on her purple vibrator. Turning it on, Angel chuckled, causing chills to travel up and down her spine.

“Oh this is going to be fun.” Angel rubbed it on her folds, the sensation making Alena shift in her seat, but she didn’t let out a sound. “You know I love hearing you.”

Angel slipped it inside her folds, immediately placing it against her clit. Alena leaned her head back, biting her lips, she couldn’t even look at Angel doing this, it was lewd, but erotic as hell.

“Open your eyes Alena.”

She did as she was told, looking at the mirror as Angel rubbed the vibrator on her clit. Alena’s breathing increased as Angel slipped two fingers inside her again, a whimper escaping her lips. 

“Oh my god,” she tried her best to keep her eyes open, watching as Angel slid his fingers in and out, her vibrator buzzing happily against her clit. The familiar feeling at the pit of her stomach came, her walls clenching his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, but daddy shouldn’t let you cum for denying him.” Angel removed his fingers and her vibrator. Alena groaned, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry daddy, please let me cum.” She pouted and Angel just groaned. Alena played dirty and he had to applaud her for that.

Angel went back to what he was doing and instead of pulling away, he let Alena cum. The wet noises that filled the room due to her wetness made Angel harder. Momentarily, he turned the vibrator off and put it down. He took off his boxers and settled behind Alena again, his erection rubbing against her back.

“I’m buying you a variety of this shit.” Angel informed Alena, making her laugh as she leaned against him. “You ready for watch me fuck you?”

“Yes daddy, I’m so fucking ready.”

“You missed daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Yes.”

Angel lifted her up, her knees on either side of his legs. Angel was sitting up, watching as Alena watched his cock disappear inside of her, her back arching when she was buried. That burn was something Alena missed and she moaned, loving that feel.

“Stay like this.” Angel turned on the vibrator again.

“Angel, no, don’t do that.” She’s never tried using her vibrator while she had anything bigger than a finger inside of her. She knew it would be too much, but the idea intrigued her.

While she was fully seated on his cock, Angel placed the vibrator against her clit, Alena groaning out his name. Her hands were on his thigh, raking her nails against his skin making him hiss. Looking at the mirror, he watched as Alena bit her lip, grinding down on him as the vibrator brought her close to an orgasm once more. The stimulation was becoming too much for Alena. 

“Open your eyes cielo, watch yourself come undone.” Angel was fucking loving this. Before Alena could come, he removed the vibrator, causing her to whimper. “Ride daddy’s dick like a good girl.”

Alena straightened her back, moving up and down Angel’s length. She took off her shirt, Angel smirking as she did. He watched as his cock disappeared inside of her, stretching her. He loved this sight and was annoyed he’s never tried it before. He leaned back on his forearms, biting his lips as he watched her in the mirror.

“That’s right baby, just like that.” He encouraged her. Alena tried to keep going the same pace. She had her weight on her hands that was resting on Angel’s thighs. She bounced up and down his cock, Angel noticing the cream coating his cock. “Fuck baby, we might have to fuck in front of the mirror every time we do this.” 

Alena whined, her rhythm slowing down. She wanted to get herself off, but she couldn’t do it. Angel noticed and sat up and picked up the vibrator. He turned it on and it was back at her clit again.

“Daddy, fuck, that feels so good.” Angel thrusted you into her, his pace was fast and unrelenting, with the added stimulation of the vibrator and how close she was earlier, Alena came almost immediately. She put her weight on her forearms, resting, catching her breath.

“Maybe we do need your inhaler.”

Alena laughed. “Shut up.” 

He changed her position, Alena on her back the mirror in front of her as Angel kneeled in between her legs. He was never into toys, but fucking seeing Alena come undone the way she did, the way her face had unadultered bliss written all over it, he was investing in them. Maybe ones he could control to drive Alena crazy.

All of Alena’s sexual encounters were with him. He didn’t want to hear about any other motherfucker cause all that mattered was him.

He was always down to experiment with Alena. He loved teaching her new things. 

Alena heard her vibrator turned on and she tried to close her legs, but Angel was right between them. 

“Just give me a minute,” she held on Angel’s hand that held her vibrator. “I regret showing it to you.”

Angel chuckled. “We won’t always use it cause we both know daddy can make you cum without it.” He took the hand that was holding on to his, placing a kiss at the inside of her wrist. Turning off the toy, placed it on the bed. He slipped inside, she was still so tight, but it was much easier due to how wet she was. Resting his weight on his forearms, he hovered over her, kissing Alena. He was always addicted to her lips. It was crazy that what bothered him most when it came to Alena and other men were her kissing them. The sexual intimacy obviously did as well, but kissing meant more to him for some odd reason.

His mouth traveled down to her neck, marking her as he did. He pinned her hands to her side, looking at the mirror when Alena arched her back. She looked up, noticing how dark Angel’s eyes appeared. Watching him place kisses all over her body, suckling on her nipple, it turned Alena on even further.

Angel held eye contact through the mirror. She watched as he licked his fingers and rubbed her clit.

“Angel,” she breathed out his name needily. 

“Yeah baby, I got you.” Angel was close as well, watching Alena get home got him off all the time. She was just so wet, right and warm. She clenched around him again, tears coming down her eyes due to the overstimulation Angel had been providing. “Look at my baby girl crying. I just want to make you feel good, do you feel good?”

“Yes.”

“You want me?”

“Always.”

“You never gonna ban me from my pussy again, right?” He slowed his pace, wanting Alena to suffer a little more.

“Angel,” she groaned, hating that he stopped again.

Angel chuckled. “Answer me.”

“Never again.”

Angel increased his pace, the rubbing on her clit. Alena was a moaning mess, her vision fading to black, scratching at Angel’s back. Angel groaned at the crook of her neck, halting his movements as he was buried deep inside her. Alena could feel Angel pulsing inside of her, her walls clenching around him. He did a few more thrusts, kissing Alena as he did. She took a deep breath and laughed as Angel looked down at her. The afterglow of her orgasm was always so beautiful to him.

He did that to her.

He made her feel that way and that was such an accomplishment. 

Anything he did for Alena made him proud. 

She was the love of his life.

Pulling out of her, Alena immediately closed her legs. Angel chuckled, trying to pry them open. 

“Stop,” she pushed at him as she sat up.

Angel kissed her again. “Cruz asked for a baby brother or sister.”

“Did he now?” Alena laughed moving away from Angel so she could stand up. “When did he ask that?”

“Yesterday morning before he got in bed with us.” Angel moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “He wants one for his birthday.” He pulled her to him, resting his hands on her hips. He kissed her stomach, making Alena giggle.

Running her fingers through his hair, she didn’t know what to reply. Maybe she and Angel could continue as friends with benefits after they divorced and raise two kids together. 

Fuck. 

She gave up so much for Angel.

She wanted a family, to be actually in a loving marriage, not with someone who was always so hot and cold with her. Angel always protected her and took care of her, but she knew it was out of gratitude. For some reason, he decided he had feelings for her, even though a month ago he stated he didn’t.

She was done being confused. 

He was just going to take it back anyway.

“Let’s get him a puppy, go from there.” 

Angel gave her an odd look. “Let’s take a shower.” 

=============

The next morning, Angel woke up before Alena, which surprised him. He turned to face her and she was still slightly snoring. He chuckled, getting up to check on Cruz. He found Cruz just getting up as well.

“Daddy,” he let out a yawn. “Can we make pancakes?”

“Let’s make mommy breakfast in bed?” Angel suggested. 

“Yes!” Cruz jumped off his bed, running over to Angel. 

The father and son duo made breakfast, singing along to a few songs that Cruz had on the playlist Angel made for him. Once they were done, Cruz held the coffee they made for Alena in his hand, carefully walking to assure he didn’t spill mommy’s coffee. Angel placed the tray on the computer table Alena had in their room. 

“Shall we wake up mommy?” He took the coffee from Cruz, placing it on the table as well. 

Cruz nodded his head excitedly. Angel placed him on the bed, Cruz crawled towards Alena. He softly shook Alena, calling for her.

“Mommy, mommy,” Cruz shook Alena. 

Alena sat up, looking at Cruz and then Angel. She let out a sigh, and looked at her watch. 

“Sorry, I thought I had work and I was late.” Alena laughed. “I dreamt I was late for work.” Turning to Cruz, she took him and placed him on her lap. “Hi Cruzie, did you have a good sleep?”

“Yes I did mommy.” Cruz gave her a kiss on the lips. “Daddy’s turn.”

Alena turned to Angel who was already puckered up right beside her face. She laughed and gave him a quick peck. 

“That was a lame kiss cielo.” Angel teased her before taking the tray and placing it in front of her. “Cruzito and I made you pancakes.” 

“Wow, what did you two do?” Alena playfully narrowed her eyes at them.

Angel and Cruz had the same innocent look, holding their hands up. “Nothing.” They said in unison. “We love you.”

Alena laughed, giving Cruz a kiss on the cheek. “This is a lot, we’re all eating this right?”

“Of course mommy, sharing is caring.” 

Alena nodded her head in agreement. She looked up at Angel who hasn’t said much to her. She cut the pancakes for Cruz and he immediately started eating, the cartoons on the television capturing his attention as he shoved pancakes in his mouth. 

“Did you bring me to the bed?” Alena questioned. Even though they had sex, she was far too aroused to ask him last night. 

“Yeah, you know I don’t like it when you sleep on the couch, you move too much. We don’t want a repeat of the incident.” Angel reminded her. 

One time, Alena fell asleep on the couch, fell and sustained an injury on her head. After that, Angel advised her to just sleep on their bed, it was the reason he bought it. The few times Alena did sleep on the couch, she was usually laying on Angel, with his arms around her. 

“I know, sorry, I was waiting for you to come home.” Alena took a piece of the pancake and ate some. “Yum, glad it’s not burned.”

“Told you I could cook cielo.” He winked at her. 

“Mr. Johnson gave me the week off, but I have a few errands to run in San Diego, I’ll drive back tomorrow morning and should be back by Wednesday.” Alena didn’t want to tell Angel that Victor invited her to an art gallery. It was innocent, but Angel had the tendency to overreact. She was allowed to have friends. 

“Sounds good, you want us to go with?” Angel poured some syrup on his plate since Alena didn’t go overboard with syrup like he did.

“No, it’s fine, but I can take Cruz with me. Give you some time off.” Alena offered. She could take Cruz with her and Victor at the art gallery.

“I’d prefer if you and Cruz stayed with me, I don’t need time off. Do you have to stay in San Diego to do the errands?” Angel hated it when Alena suggested for them to spend time apart. What was the point of that? He always wanted to be near her and Cruz.

“Yeah, I just need to do a few things at the apartment.” Alena didn’t like lying to Angel, but she technically wasn’t. She did have a few things to do at the apartment. This wasn’t cheating, she was hanging around with a friend who liked her and well for her, she didn’t know how she felt about Victor. He was sweet, funny, good looking, and kind, but she was married. 

“Maybe if Cruz stays here you can get it done faster?” Angel was selfish with Alena. If she had the week off, he wanted her to stay in Santo Padre and be with him and Cruz. Besides, if she was in San Diego, more of a chance for her to see Victor. 

“Angel, it’s just two days.”

“Alright, but just leave Cruz here, I got him. Maybe ask Carla to go to the spa I got you a gift card for.” Angel suggested. 

“You know what, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” She agreed. 

Alena needed some time to herself. It was nice to get a break from work. And maybe Carla could help her sort out her feelings. 

Her growing feelings for Victor. 

[hyuwujin]

brew-tiful | hjs

pairing: reader x jisung

genre: barista!au; fluff

length: 6.9k+

summary: you weren’t the most social person on the planet hence the reason you avoided the crowded coffee shop not far from your dorm. but when you’re forced to go and get your most needed coffee, you had no idea the change your life would go through when you walked through those doors. the cause of the change? the dumb charming barista behind the coutner flashing smiles whenever he saw you.

a/n: i’m back hello!!! wooh, i’m so happy my motivation to write has returned and let’s hope it stays!! i’m hella rusty so soz if this fic suck :/ enjoy bbs!!! also dedicated to @changbear bc she’s been w a i t i n g so long for this oof

You never walked into the campus cafe that was a convenient distance from your dorm building, mostly because of how crowded it always was. You hated crowds. Crowds meant noise. Noise meant distractions.

But looking out the large glass windows at the sight of the cafe while you stood in front of the empty vending machine, your thoughts changed.

I need a coffee to help me stay awake to write this damn essay, you thought to yourself with a frown.

Looking back at the vending machine, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Huffing to yourself, you turned around and left the dorms, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head when you noticed the damp ground and the sound of light rain hitting against the pavement.

You passed by smiling students holding their picky coffee orders in one hand, laptop in the other with a flat expression. You pulled on the strings of your sweatshirt.

Maybe you could order a coffee without having much social interaction.

Hah, if only it was that easy.

You walked into the semi crowded coffee shop and your nose was instantly hit by the sweet smell of brewing coffee. The smell alone woke you up a bit, causing you to look up and around for the cash register. Mustering up both the courage and patience, you waited on the end of the line.

One of the baristas, you noticed, was being occupied by a small group of enthusiastic girls twirling their hair and laughing at almost everything he said, causing you to scoff to yourself. Maybe this is why the line isn’t moving, you noted.

Then you noticed another barista rush up to the cash register, nudging the social barista with a pointed expression, before asking the next person in line for their order.

The few single people in front of you knew their somewhat complex order like the back of their hand and you felt uneasy, not having a clue what to get. You could go for an iced coffee...or an espresso...but that macchiato that girl was holding on the way out looked pretty good.

You didn’t notice the barista formerly speaking to the group of girls stop to glance around the shop, until his eyes landed on you. He smiled to himself, looking at the deep-in-thought pout on your face.

“Hey, can I get you anything?” The boy behind the counter excused himself from the group of giggling girls and turned to you with a welcoming smile. The barista originally at the cash register left to take care of a customer’s order. You felt your cheeks heat at the sudden attention you were getting, both from the handsome boy and the group of now glaring girls.

“I uh…” you trailed off, gnawing on your lower lip, scanning over the chalkboard menu behind his head. You admire the neat handwriting on the wall as you scanned; it was definitely boyish but still legible. You don’t notice the barista observing your concentrated face––furrowed brows and twisted lips––with an amused smile.

“Let me guess,” the boy chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron. “You’ve never been here before?”

Averting your gaze to the girls beside you, you felt yourself shrink under their scrutiny. Quickly turning your head back at him, you shook your head. “No, does it look obvious?”

“I think I can recognize everyone who’s ever walked in,” the barista boasted, crossing his arms. “...and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

“I don’t really go to cafes much,” you shrugged, not taking into account the fact that you were making small talk with some stranger when a few minutes ago all you wanted was a coffee.

“Oh, how come?”

Part of you wondered why the boy seemed so interested but by the way you previously observed his encounter with the now impatient girls waiting for his attention beside you, you figured he was like that with all of the customers. Must be good for tips, you presumed.

“Cafes are usually…loud. I don’t really concentrate well in them so that’s why I usually get a pre-made bottled coffee from the vending machine in my dorm.”

“And today’s different because…” the boy trailed off, waiting for you to continue, the side of his lip quirking up into a half smile.

“They were all out of my coffee,” you pouted, looking down. The barista watched your cute expression with a soft smile but immediately dropped it when you looked back up. He was not used to the way his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Ah, kinda hurts my ego that we were a last resort but I’ll take it since you’re here,” the barista smiled cutely and then you understood why the girls he was previously conversing with were giggling and beaming like idiots. This guy sure was charming.

Noticing the line forming behind you, you felt yourself flush in embarrassment. “Oh god, I’m stalling. Can I just get something strong to go please? I need all the caffeine I can get.”

Shooting you finger guns and a wink, he said, “You got it. Just wait over here.”

“How pathetic,” you heard one of the girls murmur to her friends, staring directly at you. “This girl’s just dying to get out of here.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Wouldn’t want to stall our Jisung-ie any longer~” Another friend beside her whispered with a knowing smile.

Huffing to yourself with an eye roll, you walked around the group of girls and waited at the end of the counter near the wall.

“Alright, you didn’t exactly give me cream or sugar preference so I kind of guessed? Try it first so I’ll know if I need to fix it.” The barista came back with a steaming hot cup of coffee and held it out for you to take. It’s been a while since you hadn’t had coffee that wasn’t refrigerated and synthetic. Raising a curious brow at the boy’s eagerness for you to try the drink, you were intrigued.

Taking a small sip from the cup, you raised your eyebrows in utter praise for the drink in your hand. “This...is incredible. How much?”

The boy shook his head while waving his hands dismissively. “No charge. Every customer’s first drink at this cafe is free,” he grinned.

“Are...are you sure?” You trailed off, noticing the dropped jaws of the girls beside you just before their glares were replaced.

“Promise! I hope to see you again soon...wait, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, feeling heat rise up your neck.

“Well then, I hope to see you again, Y/N. That coffee from your vending machine is probably god awful and full of garbage so I really suggest returning here,” the handsome barista winked after his statement and woah, you didn’t think you’ve ever felt more flustered than you have in the past ten minutes. You notice the group of girls beside you whisper amongst themselves.

“I...I’ll see about that. Thank you…” you trailed off, cocking your head to the side, looking for any name-tag on the boy behind the counter.

“Jisung. My name’s Jisung.” You’d later learn that the reason he didn’t wear a name tag was because he felt the urge to introduce himself to customers as a way of getting to know them better.

“Thanks Jisung,” you mumbled before turning to leave and sprinted back to your dorms, trying your best to avoid getting rained on too harshly. The girls took your place in front of the counter, beginning their conversation with Jisung again but he was too absorbed in the sight of you to pay any attention to them.

“He what!? He gave you a coffee on the house?” Your fellow classmate and best friend, Felix, raised the empty cup from the cafe to examine. You raised an eyebrow as he scrutinized at it.

“Yeah,” you shrug nonchalantly, “He said it was policy that the first drink is free.”

“P-Pol–” Throwing his head back, Felix let out a loud laugh and you sent a confused expression his way.

“What’s so funny?”

“That policy doesn’t exist,” he said in amusement, putting the cup back on the table. Currently the two of you were at the study hall of your dorm building, studying for your economics test in a few days. Although you would have much rather finished your essay, which was your sole purpose of the getting the coffee in the first place, your friend decided to use your generosity against you to beg you to help him study instead.

“What are you talking about? Yes it does.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come I had to pay for my first coffee?”

“I dunno, maybe it’s a new policy,” you reasoned with a shrug.

“No, Y/N, you know what it is? Flirting.”

“Pfft, don’t be so ridiculous! I had maybe a five minute conversation with the guy, got my coffee and left. No flirtation was present during my trip to the coffee shop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response, pinching his chin. “Yeah, no. I don’t believe it. You were just flirted with the oldest trick in the book. ‘How much for my coffee?’ ‘For you? Don’t worry about it darling, it’s on the house. My treat.’” He started mimicking your voice unnaturally high in pitch and then mimics Jisung’s response. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his imitations.

“Hey,” you frown, smacking his arm. “He did not say that.”

“Yeah but he said something like that...Are you gonna go back?”

“Well,” you gnaw at your lower lip, wondering what to do with this new information. “I guess I have to?”

“You have to? Damn Y/N––”

“To pay him back obviously,” you cut him off, thinking aloud. “Right? Since the policy doesn’t exist, technically I’m stealing and there’s no way my conscience could deal with that without making it eat me up inside so the only reasonable thing to do is to go back and pay them back.”

“I…” Felix trailed off, scratching his head, “I guess so.”

It was the right thing to do wasn’t it? The gesture was kind and all but you couldn’t not pay them back. You knew other people would call you insane for returning back to the cafe you knew you wouldn’t just to spend a few dollars you could be spending on lunch.

You marched through the cafe doors and surprisingly, it was less crowded than you’d originally thought it be. The sun was nearly set, indicating that most classes were well over for the day and you’d think that students would head over to the coffee shop as a way of winding down or to do some homework. Seats were filled around the cafe but it wasn’t nearly as loud and crowded as it was the day prior.

“Woah there, you look like you’re on a mission,” a curly haired barista wiping down a table toward the entrance raised his eyebrows and smiled in amusement.

“Do you know if Jisung is here?” You cut to the chase, panting slightly from your swift walk to the shop.

Furrowing his brows, he looked up in thought, “Hm, he’s on break right now but he’ll be back in,” he paused to look over your shoulder at the hanging clock at the back of the shop behind the counter, “four minutes.”

“I guess I’ll wait then,” you murmured, taking an open seat at a booth against the wall of the cafe.

“Can I get you anything in the meantime? Some dessert or a drink?”

“No, no,” you shook your head with a smile. “Thanks.”

“No problemo,” he grinned, showing off his dimples. Was it a requirement to be cute to work at this cafe? You thought to yourself. “If you need anything, I’m Chan, so just holler.” It was no wonder that this café was so popular; all the workers seemed to radiate such charisma that you just couldn’t not return to say hello again.

You waited a few minutes, tapping your fingers without any sort of rhythm against the wooden table and watched the clock’s second hand gradually make its way around the circumference of the face. Chan noticed your rigid stare at the clock and fidgeting state with a mixture between an amused smile and a confused one.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” he began when he walked back over to the side of the cafe you were sitting at, brushing his hands against the sides of his faded blue jeans, “that you seem kinda nervous? Are you going to confess to him or something?”

Popping your eyes open, you opened your mouth to quickly deny his allegations before you felt yourself choke on your own breath and ended up in coughing fits. Chan widened his eyes in panic at your response and quickly walked away to retrieve some water from behind the counter. Chan walked back to your table and placed a tall glass of water on the table. “Have some water.”

Taking a gulp from the glass, you felt relief in your throat. Placing the glass down, you sighed, “Whew, thanks.”

“No problem.

Before you could even refute Chan’s accusation, you heard the jingle of the cafe door followed by “Good afternoon, beautiful people, I have returned.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in amusement at Jisung and his big goofy grin. This guy just exuded charisma. He didn’t notice you when he first walked in, probably because Chan was in his line of sight but as soon as he walked behind the counter and grabbed his apron from the hook on the wall behind him he spotted you.

“Y/N, you’re back!” He smiled gleefully, while tying the back of his apron. “Want another coffee?”

Shaking your head, you get up from the table, giving Chan a grateful smile in the process, and walked up to the counter. “I’m here to pay you back,” you took out your wallet and start to fiddle with some bills.

“Woah, what are you talking about?”

You didn’t look up from your wallet when you replied, “the policy? I know it’s not real. You didn’t have to just give me a coffee on the house. It was a sweet gesture, don’t get me wrong, really smart marketing you got there but––”

“Y/N,” Jisung stopped you and you look up to see his amused smile.

“What?” You blinked at him, tilting your head to the side in wonder. Were you missing something?

“I gave you the coffee because....” he trailed off before scoffing, “nevermind.” You were lucky you were cute.

“So... can I pay you back now?”

“To be fair,” Jisung crossed his arms defiantly, “since your coffee was on the house that means I paid for you so you don’t owe this shop anything.”

“Oh, so I should pay you. How much was it?” You look back down at your wallet.

Sighing to himself, he opened his mouth as if to answer before he closed it. Drumming his fingers against the counter, he hums in thought.

“Okay, how about a way to pay me back is to return here ever so often?”

“What?” You squinted your eyes suspiciously, wondering what he was asking. Is this...another marketing tactic?

“Even though you said you’d think about coming here again, I saw right through you: you weren’t going to come back. And the only reason you are back is to pay me back. So to pay me back, you have to come back to this cafe...once a day for a week.”

“A week?” you furrow your brows. “Dude, are you robbing me!? That’s like four dollars a day!”

“You don’t have to buy coffee if you come. Even if you just come in to say hi, I’ll call it payment.”

You paused for a moment, thinking about his offer. “Why?”

“Huh?” Jisung seemed taken back by the way he straightened his posture, widened his eyes and his former side smile became somewhat pout-like.

“What’s the deal with getting me to come around to this coffee shop? Do you do this with all your new customers?”

“No,” he leans back to grin before taking notice at someone at a table awaiting their order to be taken and Jisung nods at them and puts up a finger, gesturing ‘I’ll be right there.’ Turning back to you, he wiggles an eyebrow. “I guess you’re just special. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

He walked around the counter and walked over to the student with a charismatic smile and asked there order. You stood there for a few seconds, watching him interact with the customer, trying to figure him out. A clearing of a throat, broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Chan asks from behind the register. You’d been so focused on the other boy, you didn’t even notice Chan walk around the counter.

“Uh,” you hum, looking down at the desserts behind the glass.You thought you weren’t hungry but the somewhat loud grumble of you stomach told you otherwise. “A blueberry muffin please.”

“Sure thing,” Chan nods, opening the case before asking, “warmed up?”

“Yes, please.”

He wrapped your muffin into a small bag and folded it before placing it on the counting. Typing away on the register he said, “That’ll be $1.75.” FInally you were getting charged for something.

“Here,” you gave him five dollars. “Give the rest to Jisung please? Just add it to his tip jar or something.”

Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, “Why?”

“Well, since he refuses to let me pay him back for my coffee, I guess this’ll be my only way to,” you grin, taking the bag and waving at Chan. “Thank you!”

Chan watched you leave with an amused smile on your face and it wasn’t until the bell jingled behind you, signaling you were gone that he turned to Jisung.

“Did you literally pull a ‘it’s on the house’ flirt and it backfired?”

The few customers in the cafe look up from their coffee or studying at Chan’s shout, causing Jisung’s ears to go bright red. “Hyung!” He whisper shouted. Turning to the student with a nervous smile, he reassured, “I’ll be right back.” Walking over to the older boy until he was standing on the opposite side of the counter than him, he whined “Why’d you have to announce that in front of the whole cafe?”

“Please,” Chan rolled his eyes with a scoff, “You’re so red and smiley, everyone didn’t need to know because I announced it. You’re so obvious, dude.”

“Not to Y/N apparently,” Jisung grumbled to himself, looking down at the notepad in his hand with his customer’s order before pushing it over the counter for Chan to make. “I tried to do a smooth thing and she doesn’t even notice,” he murmured to himself, rubbing his forehead.

“Yeah that was kind of odd. It’s like she didn’t even acknowledge it at all,” Chan nodded with furrowed brows, turning to make the drink. “Think she’s just clueless or...perhaps, playing hard to get?”

“Hard to get?” Jisung’s eyes widened. The thought never came to Jisung. “You think?”

“Hm, maybe?” Chan shrugged to himself, back turned to Jisung.

Turning around to lean against the counter, Jisung cupped his forehead in frustration. He’s never been in that sort of situation. Granted, he’s also never been so bold with a girl either. It was one thing to charm and flatter girls till they were weak at the knees for him, but to do it upon acting on his own feelings? All of this was new.

And now you were playing hard to get?

Man, did he pick a tough one.

But he was willing to fight to win you over, even if it took months.

“I’m screwed.”

“Oh yeah and I’m pretty sure she’d rather you not know but she left a large enough tip for you in your tip jar to pay for her coffee yesterday.”

“Are you kidding me!?”

The next morning wasn’t a particularly productive one for you. You didn’t have classes till later in the afternoon but you still had studying to do and staying up late to finish your essay certainly didn’t help your mood.

Maybe some breakfast would do you some good. Some actual breakfast. You had a piece of toast when you woke up but the grumble of your stomach told you you weren’t satisfied. You walked out of your dorm building and involuntarily, your feet began moving in the direction of the sweet smell of baked goods.

Of course your luck was that you’d end up at the cafe at the same Jisung was working. Later you’d learn that your timing was so impeccable, you’d end up at the cafe when Jisung was working.

“My favorite girl!” Was the greeting you received when you entered, followed by the looks from random students you’ve never seen before. This boy…

You noticed two boys beside him behind the counter that you’ve never seen before, slapping his shoulder and laughing to each other, before Jisung pushed them off and offered you a grin.

“Do find joy in embarrassing me in front of strangers?” You asked when you reached the front of the counter.

“Maybe a little bit,” he smiles, resting his chin against his palm as he leaned against the counter. “What can I get you, brew-tiful?”

The boys standing behind Jisung stifled laughs while you stared at Jisung’s wide grin with an unamused frown. “Really, now? You’re gonna give me dumb coffee puns?”

“Not dumb,” he denied, the smile on his face never faltering, “genius. Now, what would you like?”

“Something filling, I’m starving,” you pat your belly with a frown. “Any suggestions?”

“How about I surprise you?” He asked, quirking one of his eyebrows up.

“Well the last time you did, I was pleasantly satisfied so why not?”

“Great! I’ll be right back.” Jisung walked further down the counter to grab you a treat.

“So you and Jisung, huh?” One of the boys you noticed before smirked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“Me and Jisung what?” You asked blankly. “I just met the guy a few days ago.”

“Oh really? You guys seem pretty close for how long you’ve known each other,” the other boy piped. You looked at the boy’s name-tags with furrowed brows. Hyunjin and Jeongin.

The first boy, Hyunjin, nodded in agreement.

“I wouldn’t say close but I guess we’re friendly with each other. No clue why, though,” you shrugged.

“You’re the one who got the free drink, right?” Jeongin asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement with his grin.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, wondering how they even found that out you responded, “yup, that’d be me. Why?”

“You must feel spe––”

“Hey, what lies are you feeding her?” Jisung cut off the barista with a scowl, holding the small paper bag in your hand.

“None, we swear!” Hyunjin piped, raising his hands in surrender. “Were we?” He asked, turning to you with a look of pure innocence. Yup, your initial thoughts about this place were right: you had to be incredibly cute to work there.

“Not really,” you shrugged before noticing the bag in Jisung’s hands. “Is that mine?” You ask shyly, pointing your finger at it.

“It is,” Jisung smiled, handing you the bag.

You found it funny how he’d look at his own friends with such pure disgust and then turn to you with the brightest smile.

“Uh-uh,” you stopped him from walking away, wagging your finger at him in scolding manner.

He turned back to you with a sly smile, “Aw, don’t want to leave so soon Y/N?”

“No-o,” you drawled, rolling your eyes, “I’d like to pay for it.”

Sighing, he turned to the register and tapped the screen a few times before opening his palm out, “$1.25 please.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, fishing out two dollars from your wallet. “And please...keep the change.”

You flashed him a final smile and a wave before you turn to go. You didn’t notice him go on his tippy-toes, to look over the people sat in the café and waiting on line, carefully looking at your reaction to what he picked out for you. Noticing the pleased smile on your face, Jisung gave himself a pat on the back and nodded to himself confidently.

“Woah, she’s blind. It’s pretty obvious you’re into her,” Hyunjin chuckled to himself, while wiping the counter with a damp washcloth.

“And dumb. You were just going to give her that cookie for free again! Man, I wish I had free food,” Jeongin whined, shoving his hands into his empty pockets, searching for any loose change.

“Yeah well, jokes on her,” Jisungs said, a smile growing on his face, “I gave it to her with a discount.”

“She gave you an extra seventy five cents anyway,” Hyunjin paused wiping to deadpan with a knowing look.

“Oh, shut up.”

“So what’s it like dating a barista? Does he, like, make coffees for you during his free time?” Felix asked in the middle of one of your study sessions the following day.

“Huh? Who am I dating?”

“Uh, that Jisung dude. Isn’t he the guy who gave you the drink for free?”

“Yeah but we’re not dating??”

“Oh really? Everyone I talk to has been saying that so I just assumed you were being an awful friend and not telling me about your love life simply because I’m a guy.”

“Please, when I get a boyfriend, you’ll be the first one to know,” you waved a hand dismissively. “But people seriously think we’re dating? That’s totally ridiculous!”

“Yeah being offered things for free and being smiled at and called his ‘favorite girl’ means absolutely nothing.”

“I….I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you cross your arms stubbornly with a huff.

“Ask anyone,” Felix said with a nonchalant shrug, “They all think you’re dating.”

“I...I just met the guy!”

“Ooh, I didn’t hear anything about you not liking him at all. Usually your first denial against dating anyone would be explaining your feelings but…”

“Don’t say that! I don’t like him, now if you’ll excuse me,” You stood up from the table. “I need to go sort something out.” You were getting a sense of deja vu from needing to confront Jisung earlier days prior.

“Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi!’” your best friend cups his hand over his mouth to shout after you begin walking away. You shoot him a final scowl of disapproval before continuing on.

That day was a busy one for the coffee shop. You craned your neck around to calculate just how many people were in front of you on line and groaned in impatience when you counted more than fingers on one of your hands.

This is why I don’t go to coffee shops. They’re too loud and busy.

You passed the time gazing around the coffee shop. The first few times you were in there, you didn’t really look at the scenery, too busy focusing on your coffee and paying Jisung back.

You liked how warm the whole place felt. The whole shop was painted a dull forest green and there were brown wooden floorboards, perfectly accenting them. You took notice of the greenery around the cafe, small and tall potted plants scattered about and a fake vine wrapped around the menu board giving it an extra touch. The lights were dim, mostly because of the large array of windows in the front of the shop where the sun shone brightly through.

The tables were all wooden, that you observed the first time you sat down, but you didn’t notice how happy all the customers seemed to be. There were pairs and groups of friends sitting about, talking about their day or what’d they like to do over the weekend, or students in single seats, reading a book or making a conversation with a barista. You didn’t see a frown anywhere. It seemed that this cafe radiated such good vibes that no one could be angry in such a chill place.

“Uh, Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” A voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked at the fingers snapping in front of your face.

“Oh...hey!” You shook your head out of your daze, trying to remember why you’d come to the cafe in the first place.

Chucking to himself, Jisung asked, “Can I get your order?”

“Just a water,” you gnawed on your lower lip in regret. Why show up to his workplace if you simply had to ask him a question? You could’ve easily found him when he was done…

But then again, you never saw him outside the coffee shop so you wouldn’t know where to look in the first place.

“You came all the way here for a water?” Jisung asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, of course she didn’t,” a voice sang, the owner of it showing up behind Jisung. “She’s obviously here to say hello to her boyfriend. Don’t you have manners, dude?”

“B-boyfriend?”

“Uh no.”

The two of you spoke in unison, turning to the speaker.

“You have a boyfriend?” Jisung asked, turning to you with an almost betrayed expression on his face.

“I don’t???”

“Wait what’s going on,” the boy, now confused, scratched his head. “Are the two of you not dating? That is Y/N, right? I’m pretty sure someone told me you were dating.”

“Please excuse Minho,” Jisung leaned forward with a whisper, “He gobbles up any gossip he hears.”

“Hey, I heard that! Now move over, the people need their coffee!” Minho announced nudging Jisung to the side to take the next customer in line’s order.

Jisung nodded his head, gesturing for you to walk further down the counter, to not hold up the line. You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.

“This is why I came,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush. “I don’t know who said what but my friend is telling me that people are telling him, gossiping I guess, that we’re dating,” you motion between the two of you with your hand.

“Wha––really?” You furrowed your eyebrows at how Jisung’s ears perked up and smiled at what you’d told him.

“Yeah, they’re all saying something about favoritism and giving me free stuff and discounts. But I haven’t gotten any since the first time though so I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“Right,” Jisung chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t say anything if that’s what you think. You think I’d do that to my favorite girl?”

“Well you sure like to embarrass me so I wouldn’t be too surprised. You seem like the kind to tease me that way.”

“Huh, that’s probably true but I promise it wasn’t me.”

“I believe you.” You truly did. Even though you probably wouldn’t have a few days prior, but Jisung really new to to charm his way into befriending people. “So, if you didn’t tell anyone, who did?”

Jisung shrugged. “Probably people around saw us and just assumed.”

Feeling your cheeks flush at the thought of people observing you and assuming you two were dating by your actions, you scoffed. “Pfft, what? How on earth could they think that?”

“It may sound like a total shock to you, Y/N, but I don’t talk to many girls as often or as willingly as I talk to you so…”

His statement did shock you. Several days prior, you saw the guy swarmed with girls around the counter giggling and cooing at him, and he seemed to bask in it. At least, you thought he did.

No doubt about it, you thought the guy was attractive since you first saw him so it didn’t come as a surprise that he had girls crowding him, hoping to earn a chance with him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jisung deadpanned. “I talk to other girls here in the coffee shop, sure, but it’s my job. I can’t just ignore them. You, though, I engage conversations with you first.”

You didn’t like the warm feeling you felt in your chest.

“Oh,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

“I understand if you want me to back off and stop bugging you so people stop assuming we’re—“

“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply, snapping your head up to look at him. He was taken back by your answer, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. “You’re, uh, pretty cool so I don’t mind.”

“You don’t? Didn’t it bother you like two minutes ago???”

“It did,” you admit quickly, looking away for a split second, “But I changed my mind.”

“Oh, so you’ll still come around?”

Smiling at him, you raise an eyebrow, “Where else am I supposed to get my coffee?”

“Oh.”

“I’ll see ya around. I have a test to study for. Bye Jisung,” you gave a final wave before making your way to the entrance of the café.

Even after you left, Jisung was frozen, mouth agape and eyes widened.

“Uh, dude?”

“She’s willing going to come around,” the lovestruck boy sighed longingly, feeling his heart flutter in chest.

“Oh man, he’s whipped,” Minho chuckled to himself, patting Jisung on the back a few times before returning to making coffees.

And man, he was. At first, he might’ve seen you as a mystery, looking so out of place in that cafe the first time he saw you, but then the more of you he saw, his initial curiosity became anticipation in seeing you again. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something about you drew him closer to you. Maybe it was your first impression of him which wasn’t like the other girls he came to meet in the cafe. Or maybe it was the fact that you treated him like some normal guy and not eye candy. Maybe he liked the fact that you were a challenge to go for.

“I think I like this better,” Jisung mused, leaning over the counter, while you sipped your steaming hot chocolate.

“Hm?” you hummed, looking up at him curiously. You were currently sitting on a stool pushed up the the coffee counter, watching Jisung clean up from the busy work day. It was a Wednesday evening and there were plenty of crammers in the cafe that day.

“You being here voluntarily. When I made you come, I felt a little guilty so this is much better,” he smiled, turning away from you to clear the counter of any stray mugs a customer left around.

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, looking around at the empty coffee shop. “I definitely like being here when it’s almost closed.” It was only the two of you in the coffee shop. Chan was there about an hour earlier but left when Jisung offered to close up for him.

“Y/N, we closed up a half hour ago,” Jisung said, putting the mugs in the small quaint sink in the back corner. You paused sipping from your mug to look behind you at the door. The sign was flipped open to face the interior of the cafe.

Looking up at the clock, your eyes widened. “Crap, I didn’t even notice! Why didn’t you kick me out?” No wonder nobody had walked in.

“Because it’s just you.” He shrugged before turning to you, patting his hands against his apron. “Besides, it’s not like I’m itching to go back to my dorm.”

“You’re not getting paid extra though,” you frowned, feeling bad for wasting his time. Here you were, blabbing about how sucky you lab day was because your impotent partner couldn’t even hold a scalpel correctly when your dear friend could’ve been in his dorm sleeping peacefully.

“Your company is enough,” he sighed with a side smile, resting his hands against the counter and holding himself up.

“Alright, charmer,” you rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your hot chocolate. You’d grown to get used to Jisung’s smooth comments but that didn’t mean you weren’t affected by them. “You still look tired.” His eyelids were drooping and he seemed less perky during the later hours of the day.

“I’m fine~” he cooed, waving you off, motioning you to finish your hot chocolate.

“No, no, you need to go to sleep. Take it, I’m finished,” you handed him your half full mug.

“Y/N,” he whined, hesitantly taking the mug out of your hands when you shook it around slightly.

“You have to close up,” you ignored his whines and stand up from the counter stool. “Come on.”

“I’m not a baby, don’t baby me,” he frowned, putting your mug in the sink and turning on the faucet to rinse it off.

Raising an amused eyebrow at him, you gestured to his face, “you’re pouting like a baby.” You tugged his sleeve and handed him the keys sitting on top of the counter. “And you have an early class tomorrow, no?”

Honestly, you thought your friendship was going to maybe last a few weeks before you inevitably lost touch or got too busy to see each other. But, weeks later, your friendship prevailed. Neither of you shared any classes in common together, yet you managed to see each other everyday.

You weren’t at the coffee shop everyday, however. Sometimes, he’d meet you in your dorm’s lounge to hang out, with an occasional interrogation from a very suspicious Felix.

People didn’t bother to stop talking about the two of you either, or even bother to hide. Sure, people knew you guys weren’t official or dating, but that didn’t stop them from shipping it from afar. You always ignored it. You thought you ignored it for the reason that you didn’t even care but maybe you did. Perhaps you ignored it because you didn’t mind being shipped with him.

“Yeah,” he murmured, accepting the keys and shuffled behind you. You both exited the café and you waited for the barista to lock up before heading off in the direction of your dorms.

“Why’re you still following me? Isn’t your building over there?” You asked, pointing in the direction of a few buildings in the distance.

“Can’t I walk you all the way to your dorm to make sure you get in safe? It’s 8 p.m., who knows what psychos are around,” Jisung shrugged tiredly. Even through his obvious exhausted state, he still wanted to be a gentleman and you smiled in response.

“Thanks,” you murmured, looking down at your feet, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to keep your pulse under control with Jisung’s blunt statements with some sort of underlying meaning.

“You know, I may be half asleep and it’s dark out and all,” Jisung began when you approached the doors of your dorm building, “but don’t think I didn’t notice you get all quiet just now.”

“Hm?” You hum, snapping your head up from fumbling around your wallet for your student card. “Wha-What are you talking about? I’m not being quiet...Why...why would you think that?” By the end of your pathetic rambles, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

Jisung raised an eyebrow at your obvious flustered state.

“Just admit my endearing comments are affecting you~” He sang, holding open the door you unlocked with your key. Walking in and turning around to face him, you scowled.

“They most certainly are not!” Total lie.

“Mhm, sure thing, sugar,” he smiled to himself knowingly.

“Oh yeah? If your endearing comments affect me so much, what’re you gonna do about it?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Well, I would most likely ask you out but being that you fail to acknowledge any of my advances on you, I’m sure it would just go over your head and you’d think it’d be a friendly hang out.”

“Pfft, as if!” You rebuke stubbornly, furrowing your brows.

“Bowling last week? That was supposed to be a date...And then you invited Felix,” Jisung trailed off with a knowing head tilt.

Oh.

Oh.

“W-wait, you’ve been asking me out this whole time?”

Noticing your look of pure shock, Jisung threw his head back to laugh and smacked his forehead. “To think I thought you were just playing hard to get and it’s just that you are indeed blind.”

“Hey!” You whined uncrossing your arms to throw them up, “I was out here thinking you were just so flirty by nature! You know, part of your whole charm package. I didn’t actually think you wanted to date me.”

“Well, I do, so now here I am being as clear as possible: Y/N would you like to go out with me?”

“Well, duh. I wouldn’t have stuck around such an annoying dude for so long if I didn’t have feelings for him,” you smile coyly, finally accepting the blush heating your cheeks.

“Hey, I am not annoying. I’m charming and kind of clingy sometimes. But NOT annoying!” He grinned, beginning to walk backwards away from your building. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement before calling out, “You know I actually kind of hated you when we first met? You were too happy and it messed with my ‘don’t care’ aura.”

“Yeah, you made that a bit obvious. It was more the reason to be your friend and bug you though,” he called back before giving you a final wave.  

You thought consuming too much caffeine was the only cause of jitters but the race of your heartbeat told you maybe it wasn’t just coffee; perhaps it was some annoying barista who snuck his way under your arm and into your life.

[cmncisspnandmore]

Boy wonder and Family: Prequel Part 2

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Warnings: Child birth, fluff, cute stuff. 

A/N: This is the second part of the prequel! wooh! This is the last part before i start the rewrite. :) Enjoy, my taglists and requests are still open!

“Spencer? Have you seen my black pull over?” You ask as you walk into his living room, where hes enjoying a cup of coffee. 

“It was in the closet the last time I saw it. Why do you need it? Isn’t it too big for you?” Spencer raises his coffee up to his lips and takes a small sip. You stand in the doorway looking at him, as his eyes roam you.

“Well yes, but since this,” you gesture to your small 12 week bump, since you were housing not one but two small humans you were showing a little more, “ its the only thing that hides it.” 

“You don't need to hide,” Spencer stands, putting his cup on the coffee table, and walks to you. 

“Yeah well, i just want to not tell anyone for a little while longer, until im sure nothing is going to happen. Because if i tell people, and something happens, i don't think i could live with the looks people will give me.” You shrug looking down at your black heels.

“The risk of miscarrying both is only 9%, and one of them is only 27%. You shouldn’t worry about that, so far at all of your appointments the doctors have said that they are strong, and developing normally.” He rests his hands on your stomach over the black tank top you wore. 

“Still, it scares me Spencer, i love them so much already.” Your eyes cloud with tears, and Spencers hand cups your cheek as he thumbs away the hot tears that spill.

“Don't cry, nothing is going to happen, you’ll see, in roughy 23 weeks, because most twins are born at 35 weeks not 40, we will hold them.” He leans down putting his forehead against yours, and you nod slightly. 

“You don't have to come to this if you don't want to, i know that you don't like seeing my mom trapped in the sanitorium.” He rests his hands on your shoulders and searches your face. 

“No, i want to go, we told my mom and dad, now its time to tell Diana. I just hope she doesn’t think i did this on purpose, to trap your or something.” you shrug, and turn back to towards the bedroom to look for your black sweater. 

After a few moments of looking you find it tucked away in the back of your closet, you pull it on over your head. Spencer takes a moment to study you before grabbing your car keys and walking with you to the door and helping you into the car. You pull out of the drive way and start the drive to the sanitorium. 

Once you get there Spencer is pulled aside with his mothers doctors, and you’re left to sit with Diana.

“How are you doing Diana?” You ask, rubbing your hands on your thighs, as you sit in the chair across from her. 

“I’m doing well, how about you?” She asks, today she seemed lucid, which was a good sign. 

“Im doing good, are they treating you well here?” 

“I mean this is no Ritz, but it does the job, and if it makes Spencer happy then i guess i cant complain.” She shrugs, closing her journal.

With a nod, you look back down at your hands, your stomach was doing flips, and you couldn’t wait for Spencer to get back over here. After a few moments of silence she spoke again.

“So how far along are you?” 

Your face pales, and your mouth drops for a moment before you catch yourself, and close it. 

“Um, 12 weeks…” you mumble as Spencer walks back over.

“Hi mom,” he smiles and sits down on the chair next to you. 

“Why did you wait so long to tell me?” She directs this question towards him, and Spencer furrows his brows. 

“Tell you what mom?”

“That you were having a child? Were you going to tell me?” Diana looks over at him.

“T-that’s what we came here to tell you today. And it’s actually two. Twins, mom.” Spencer leans forward putting his elbows on his knees.

For a moment there’s a silence that could make even the most extroverted person feel awkward.

“Well, congratulations. Although I hadn’t wished for you to be a teen parent. I know that if anyone can raise children to be extraordinary it would be you two.” She smiles and stands to hug Spencer.

You release a breath you had been holding, after a moment of Diana hugging Spencer she turns to you and you push yourself up from the chair. She wraps her arms around you and squeezes gently.

“Congratulations y/n, I trust you’ll treat my grandbabies and my Spencer right.” She pulls back and placed her hand on your small bump.

“I’ll try my best Diana.” Your smile and sit back down, Spencer and his mom talk for awhile, and you just sit back and watch. You knew how hard it was for him to leave his mom at the end of the day. He really and truly did love her, more than he would ever be able to love you but that was okay. 

“You know, your father wanted more kids. But why mess with perfection.” She winks at him and he smiles softly.

After a few hours and a few games of chess and cards you started to get uncomfortable sitting in the chairs. You were exhausted, this whole pregnancy was draining, and all you could think about was your nice comfy bed back at the house. Spencer had taken you mattress shopping after he found out you were pregnant insisting that you buy a new mattress because his was old, and as your pregnancy went on sleeping would get harder. He let you pick out whatever you wanted no matter the price, as long as it made your back and hips happy he didn't care. 

“Mom, as much as i would love to spend the next few hours here with you paying chess, cards and even reading your old poetry books with you. I can see that Y/N, is getting uncomfortable and needs to lay down” Spencer stands and takes your hands, helping you to a standing position. 

“Of course, i cant have my grandchildren be distressed. I know i cant be much help in here, but you have my support.” She smiles and hugs you and then turns to Spencer, “Please… don't keep them from me.” She puts a hand on the side of his face. 

“Mom… I would never..” He whispers and wraps his long arms around her and squeezes her tight. 

~~~~~

*34 Weeks*

“Spencer, i swear to god if you touch me i will hurt you!” You seethe, as the nurse to your left pokes at the back of your hand with the needle. 

“Miss, you need to hold still, i need to place the IV.” The nurse grabs at your arm and you whip your head in her direction. 

“Well i’m sorry i have two very tiny people trying to evacuate my body at this moment, and it hurts, so sitting still is a little hard!” You glare at the nurse with strawberry blonde hair. Oh how you just want to rip it out of her stupid head. 

“I understand, but we need to get the iv in so we can give you fluids. Just try to breathe through it, your in early labor which means the contractions will be further apart now. You have 10 minutes between them, so just bare with me for the 10 seconds it hurts. You’re doing great i promise.” She smiles and you take a deep breath, as she inserts the needle and starts the iv. After a moment of setting the flow rate for the fluids she leaves leaving you with an unusually calm Spencer.

“Spencer… i’m sorry i didn't mean to snap at you, it just hurts.” You look over at him and see him give you a small smile before he starts to slide his hand towards yours, and you grasp it tightly. 

“I know, i’m here for you, you’ve been doing so good.” He smiles at you and runs a hand over your very messy and sweaty hair. 

“Spence?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m scared…” You look down at the IV in your arm, and Spencer is quiet for a moment. 

“I know, i’m scared too. But we have each other, we’ll get through this I promise.”

“Can you read to me?” You look up at him, Spencer smiles softly at you, then pulls the chair in the corner of the room up to the edge of your bed. He pulls a book out of his messenger bag, and flips through and starts to read to you. Spencer never misses a beat with helping you through your contractions as they come and go.

After 36 excruciating hours, your twins make their appearance, Atlas and Lucas Reid, came into the world screaming. You and Spencer cried more than they did, and your parents visited and Spencer was able to call his mom and tell her about the arrival of her grandchildren. 

As you lay sleeping on the small hospital bed, Spencer stands in front of the two bassinets the hospital provided for the twins to sleep in, and stares down at them. 

He gently runs a finger over their hands, as a soft smile plays on the corner of his lips. 

“I will do anything and everything in my power to keep you safe. I don't care if i have to hide you away from the world. Nothing will hurt you.” He softly promises his two sleeping newborns. He glances over at you, your hair is fanned across the pillows and your hands are laying protectively over where your bump once was. Your lips are parted slightly and for a few moments he watches your chest rise and fall, “I’ll always protect your mommy too. Without her, i would’ve never known the greatest thing in life.” He smiles to himself again as one of the twins sighs softly. 

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