#[ AYE I WAS SO GLAD WHEN I SAW YOU WERE STILL AROUND ]

[ceilidho]

prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 1. tags: dubcon

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You duck behind a stack of boxes when you hear Johnny come whistling into the warehouse.

He shouts your name out somewhere off on the other side of the warehouse, voice echoing through the building. You keep absolutely still, fingers clamped around the clipboard that’s pressed close to your chest. Even your breathing slows, open-mouthed so as to keep it almost soundless. It’s strategic. You’ve gotten good at making yourself invisible back here, practically melting into the stack of boxes. 

A minute or two goes by with repeated calls of your name, echoing from different parts of the warehouse like Johnny’s making the rounds. Searching for you. He’s probably been looking around the store for ages, with his track record. Someone must have let it slip that you were assigned to inventory today instead of being out on the floor. 

You only let out a sigh when it’s been long enough that any reasonable person might have given up on trying to find you in the loading dock.

“Hiding from someone?” a deep voice asks from behind you.

Your gut all but self-ejects. When you turn around, he’s standing there in the same bright blue shirt that you also wear. His is stretched tight across his chest though, like it’s a size too small. You wonder sometimes if it’s on purpose. It’s hard not to let your eyes wander, but by now you’ve trained yourself to keep your eyes level when speaking to Johnny. 

“Nope,” you squeak. “Just…you know…counting. Counting boxes and…stacks.”

He laughs, loud enough to make you startle. It’s far too enthusiastic, like you told a particularly funny joke instead of stumbling over your words and you still don’t actually know if he finds you funny or not. 

“Cool,” Johnny says, taking a step closer to you. The clipboard doesn’t feel sufficient enough to put any real distance between the two of you. “Thought I could maybe come hang out with ye back here. Dinnae want ye to feel lonely.”

“Nope, not lonely at all. Totally peachy. Actually glad I could catch a break from…everyone.” You take a step back.

He follows you, another step forward. “Aye, dinnae worry, I get what ye mean. Some of the others—” he whistles, “—right buggers. Glad to catch a break myself as well.”

A bead of sweat rolls down the back of your neck. “Aren’t you supposed to be…out in the front? I, uh, don’t want you to get in trouble with Jeff—”

“Ah, Jeff’s fine, kitty, dinnae worry about me,” Johnny coos, sounding pleased as punch. He takes you at face value instead of reading into the set of your jaw and the way you keep inching away from him as he gets closer to you, convinced that you genuinely in your heart care about whether he gets written up or not. “They fuckin’ love me, ye ken? Think he wants ta take me out for lunch tomorrow, but told him I’d only go if he invited ye as well.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” you whisper instead of screaming. You’re doing that a lot these days. Talking through the scream bubbling behind your front teeth. 

“Would ye want ta then?” he asks, suddenly in your face, three quick steps bridging the gap between you in barely a second, hardly enough time for you to blink. You blink and it’s just Johnny, in startling definition. Thick eyebrows and scar across his chin, the bridge of his nose perfect like he’s never broken it before. “Grab some lunch with me?”

“I, uh…I brought my lunch from home.”

“It’s a’right, I’ll buy it for ye, hen. Dinnae need ta waste your money.” Sometimes when he talks to you, he gets like this, fervent and almost desperate. He seems only half aware of it. “Ye like that mediterranean place nearby, right? Seen ye go there once or twice; wanted ta tag along, but dinnae want ta alarm ye.”

“You saw me go there?” you repeat. 

“Aye, happened ta glance out the window when ye were on your lunch break. Back before management changed my break time. Cheers for that as well because it was really startin’ ta bother me, ye ken? Not being able ta eat with my favourite coworker.” 

You never know how to respond when Johnny lets on a bit too much about how he feels about you. Sometimes he slips up and it comes rushing out, a big spool of thread unwinding in front of you.  

“Yeah, well…I don’t know about today but maybe…” you say, trailing off. There’s a danger in just brushing him off, you feel. 

“Tomorrow then,” he decides, grin still splitting his face. “I’m no’ on the schedule, but I can drop by at your lunch break and go with ye. How’s that sound?”

“Well, you know…it sounds…” He’s close enough now that if you lean forward, you’ll faceplant in between his pecs. Despite everything, you have to slightly fight the urge. Sometimes you think it’d be easier if he weren’t so absurdly gorgeous. It doesn’t make any of his actions okay, it doesn’t excuse his behaviour just because he’s pretty, yet still he pulls you in somehow, magnetic. “It sounds—you know, actually, I think Jeff wanted to talk to me about something, so if you don’t mind—”

Johnny tries to say something, but you manage to duck around him and scurry off, disappearing into the stacks of boxes before pressing forward until you burst out the main doors out of the warehouse. It leads to a hall that goes towards the store, but you haul it to the women’s washroom instead. The one place he can’t follow you inside. 

In the washroom, you can finally breathe. Resting your hands on either side of the sink, you look into the mirror where haggard eyes with deep circles underneath stare back at you. 

You flinch when one of the toilets flush and the stall door opens, another coworker stepping out. 

“Did I hear Johnny outside?” she asks, taking the sink beside you to wash her hands. You nod, still tongue tied. “He really follows you everywhere, huh?”

For a second, your shoulders relax. “God, I know, he’s always just hovering—”

She cuts you off, sighing dreamily. “You’re so lucky. He’s so hot, it’s unreal. I can’t believe he works here, like that’s insane. I’d kill to have him as obsessed with me as he is with you.”

“He’s—he’s not into me, he’s just…you know, he just hovers.”

The water shuts off. Your coworker shoots you a dubious look, almost mocking. “Yeah, alright. Sure. Not into you. Not like he hangs off your every word. You don’t have to be humble—we’re already jealous. It’s like rubbing it in when you pretend like it’s totally normal.”

You slump, defeated, when she leaves without drying her hands. It’s moot to try and commiserate with anyone. They don’t see him the way you do, not for who he is. Your coworkers love Johnny; you’ve seen someone genuinely fistpump after being scheduled with him. 

They don’t see any of the weird shit though. They don’t see the way he insists on walking you to your car well into the evening after a closing shift together. They don’t notice the way Johnny laughs a little too hard and with too much vigour when someone calls him your shadow, his eyes just a little too bright and fervent. 

They’re never around to see him ask if you want to sit on his lap while he shows you how to use the forklift in the backroom. They’ve never seen him beg management to let him take his breaks with you and doesn't let you have a moment of peace, just sits with you in the breakroom or follows you to your car when you say that you're going out for lunch. 

Sometimes you look at him and think, this guy should not be in the Appliance section of a big box store. Johnny should be on the front cover of magazines, in commercials for toothpaste, acting in Hallmark movies, or maybe hand modelling for obscenely ornate watch companies that cost the equivalent of a mortgage—not handing out free samples of sliced cheese.

That was then.

It starts like this: an overeager sales associate who butts his way to the front of the line on your first day. 

You think at first that you’re golden. It seems like a sweet deal—an easy enough job, maybe not what you went to school for, but still something to pass the time and not too backbreaking. Plus, the guy shaking your hand and chatting up a storm in front of you is making you melt inside. He’s easy on the eyes—all bright smiles, effortless charm, either just brushing or exactly six feet, and built. Broad shouldered and lean. 

Johnny’s a model employee as well—knows the handbook inside and out, and shows you the ropes on your first day along with the assistant manager giving you a tour of the store, which is helpful because there’s at least three floors that you could easily get lost on. He walks elderly customers to their cars with their bags, shows up to work early for every shift, always with a smile and a positive attitude, and you find out early on that management loves him because of his frankly incredible sales record. 

(And you get it too; you can’t imagine anyone looking into those gorgeous blue eyes and turning him down.)

He's also a spokesperson for the company in all of their internal training videos because he was hired through some “Jobs for Vets” program that they just rolled out. The guy can also stack things on a shelf like no one's business, products lined up with military precision (hence the ex-military status). 

All in all, you can’t help feeling like for once in your life, you didn’t draw the short stick. 

Then one day, you’re alone with Johnny in the breakroom early in the morning before the store has opened yet and he turns to you with a wide, boyish grin and says apropos of nothing, “Named my fleshlight after you.”

You think your brain skips a couple tracks like a record player. You rewind and replay what was just said to you. There’s no two ways about it—you must have misheard him. Of course you did because surely your coworker of two months didn’t just look you in the eyes and say with a sweet sunshine smile that he named his sex toy after you. 

He doesn’t laugh, just stands there and smiles while stirring sugar into his coffee. He takes it black. You take note of that because the brain still has to work when the mind shuts down momentarily, so you use it instead to catalogue things around the breakroom. One of the motivational posters hanging near the door is hung a bit off-centre. The fluorescent lightbulb on the far side of the room is dimmer than the others. Johnny’s eyes have a little light spot in them like the tip of an ocean wave.

“Excuse me?” you ask, dumbfounded. Your voice sounds hollow even to you.

“I named her after ye,” he repeats, not a trace of shame in his voice. “Used ta not have a name at all, but figured since I say it so much when I’m enjoyin’ her, she might as well share it with ya.” 

He stares at you after saying that, letting it hang in the air. Your brain chooses that moment to come back online and all it can do is load that image of Johnny home alone with his fleshlight, toes curled in his sheets and the muscles of his legs straining as he moans your name. All you can do is give a little awkward laugh, growing more uncomfortable by the second the longer he stares at you without blinking. 

Then, something passes over his eyes and suddenly he's back to normal, laughing and clapping you on the arm before wandering off to the men's apparel section. 

It leaves you reeling for the rest of the day, sure you imagined it. It recontextualizes a few things for you though. He’s always been on the handsy side, verging on inappropriate, but skirting just enough around the edges of it that you usually brush off Johnny’s weird behaviour. Chalk it up to annoying little brotherly tendencies. You know he has a few older sisters anyway; you figured it was just how he related to women in his environment.

Not so. 

It escalates after that initial escalation. Not that things started off on an appropriate note, but at least before you could rationalize most of his quirks.

Now it’s this: his hand on your lower back during work hours when you’re busy helping a customer and he sidles up next to you, pinkie brushing so low on your back that you worry for a second that he might slip it down the back of your pants. Lifting you up by the hips whenever you have a hard time reaching something on a shelf instead of just reaching up and grabbing it for you. A complete misuse of his height. He digs his fingers into your sides and never lets you go right away when he puts you down. 

“Aw shit, bonnie,” he coos when you complain about it hurting you. “Dinnae mean ta hurt ye. Want me to give ye a little massage in the breakroom?” 

You learn quickly that there’s no point in complaining about his behaviour to anyone. You can't complain to any of your coworkers because the second you so much as criticize his work, they bark at you to be nice to him. He's just re-acclimating to civilian life, of course he's not perfect at his job yet, they say. They defend him almost viciously; the real jealous ones even tell on you in front of him, leaving you to stand there embarrassed and on the spot until Johnny just smiles and says that it's alright. That you'll just have to teach him better. 

There’s not much you can do besides grin and bear it. You can hope one day that you'll get transferred; you don't have much hope for him being transferred. Not with how endeared he is to management.

When you finally open the door, ready to leave the bathroom and get back to work, you nearly scream when Johnny lurches off the wall across from the bathroom door where he’s been leaning. Waiting for you.

“C’mon, hen,” he says, all teeth. “Lemme walk ye back ta work.”

[rikiislvr]

☕️ height difference : ot7 line

pairing: enhypen x afab!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you and your height difference problems with enhypen

LEE HEESEUNG:

heeseung was waiting outside your apartment, with flowers in his hands, your favorites to be exact, which were tulips. he had on a white button up and light blue jeans to take you out to the park and chill for the rest of the day. he tried his hardest to keep his smile at a minimum, but once you walked out your apartment building, with your pretty light yellow dress, your hair pinned back by white pins, he couldn’t help but grin like a total idiot. “you look so gorgeous baby.” he smiled at you as you skipped up to him, “thank you- oh my! are these for me?” you gasp at the flowers he held, “they are indeed.” he looked down at you before handing you the flowers, your heart melted, heeseung then cupped your face to kiss you, you tried stepping up on your tippy toes but he was way too tall, so he leaned himself down to press his lips against yours.

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PARK JONGSEONG:

since jay usually cooks for you and him, you decided to take things into your hands for a day. he was sitting across the counter watching you as you cooked, “i’m definitely not used to this.” he chuckled, since he was always the one who was cooking, “i know! but trust me, i know what im doing!” you nod and stirred the pot with sauce, you were making your infamous spaghetti, you walked over to the cabinet to grab the noodles to start them, you opened the cabinet, as your eyes scanned for the pack of noodles, you groaned once you saw them on the top shelf. you stood on your tippy toes trying to reach, but failed miserably, you rolled your eyes and began to get on the counter, “ay ay ay.. i got it, don’t hurt yourself princess.” jay quickly hurried around the counter, grabbing you and setting you back on the floor, and easily reached up to get the noodles, “why are they so high up!?” you sigh, “maybe because since i cook the most, i put it on the shelf i was comfortable with.” he chuckled, “the top shelf? jeez man you’re tall.” you giggled, he smiled and kissed the top of your head before handing you the noodles.

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SIM JAEYUN:

you and jake were visiting your parents, jake was very well with his presence around them, you were just glad your parents liked him, you got up suddenly from the living room to go back to your childhood room, everything was still left the same way you left it when you turned 18. it was so nostalgia. seeing the pink walls, the pink bed sheets, all the stickers and things you decorated your room with. it was all coming back to you at once, making you smile, your eyes suddenly widened once you remembered you kept a box with all your memories you wanted to cherish in your closet, you walked over to it, and opened the door, seeing the blue box with a ribbon over it on the top shelf, pushed back. damnit. you only pushed it so far because you didn’t want anyone grabbing it and going through it, you stood on your tippy toes in an attempt to grab the box, but it was no help. you sighed and frowned, looking around to find anything to boost you up, jake then came in the room, smiling as he looked around the room, his smile suddenly dropped once he saw you, “hey? are you okay, what’s wrong love?” jake walked over to you, “could you teach that?” you pointed up to the box pushed back on the shelf, jake smiled and reached up, grabbing it effortlessly before handing it to you, “thank you.. i couldnt reach it..” you giggled, “i know.. it’s okay, you’re welcome. now in return can we look through it together?”

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PARK SUNGHOON: (slightly similar to jakes^^)

sunghoon decided to take you out and spoil you, he took you to damn there every single store in the mall, giving you his card to buy anything you wanted, he would just follow around and adore the way your face lit up at different things, but the way it faded once you saw the price tag, “don’t worry about it babe. get what you want. it’s my treat.” he would remind you, and would also carry all your bags. you guys decided to make one more stop at a bag store, since you wanted a new purse. you walked in the store and began to examine all the purses, but one caught your eye, it was so pretty. it was a black purse with a silver outline, only problem was, it was on the top shelf. you turned to ask sunghoon to grab it, but he was slightly far away, looking around for himself. you sighed and tried to climb up on the shelf a bit, reaching your arm up, but you couldn’t reach, suddenly you feel a presence behind you, a arm next to yours grabbing the bag effortlessly, you turn around and was met with sunghoon, “you could’ve just asked me.” he chuckled and handed you the bag, you smiled and shook your head, “thank you.”

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KIM SUNOO:

you and sunoo always had these self care days, every saturday he’d come over and you two would do face masks, skin care, each others hair and more, which led you to in your bathroom, as he set all his skin care down on the counter, “want me to do your skin care this time?” you ask him, he smiled at you and shook his head, “no, my turn.” he nod and pat your head, making you giggle. you washed your face and pat it dry with a towel, sunoo then grabbed the toner, and you stood in front of him so he could apply the toner onto your face, but he tilt his head, “hm..” he says, he suddenly picked you up off the floor, making you squeal, he sat you onto the counter, and smiled, “what was that for?” you giggled, “it makes it easier since you’re eye to eye with me.” he shrugged and softly applied the toner to your face, you couldn’t help but blush, he was so cute without even realizing it, “are you blushing or is that the toner?” he grinned, “just the toner.” you nod, both of you knowing it was definitely not the toner.

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YANG JUNGWON:

you walked into the practice room, you came to cheer your boyfriend on as he practiced for their recent comeback, he stopped dancing and went to pause the music before running over to you, wrapping his arms around you, “missed you.” he chuckled, “you’re sweating!” you groan as he held you anyways, he pulled away and smiled down at you, “here to cheer me on?” he raised an eyebrow, you nod and smiled up at him, “cute. but first, let’s take a selfie.. so i can save it?” he asked, “sure!” you nod and grabbed your phone, you two walked over to the huge mirror in the room, you went to your camera and held up the phone, only problem was, jungwons face was cut off, due to him being taller than the entire camera, you giggled, “lean down!” you tap his arm, he looked at the camera and noticed how he wasn’t even fully in the frame, he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you before leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, the perfect pose for the perfect photo, as you snapped the camera 3 times. “it’s so cute.” you smiled looking at the results, jungwon not leaving your shoulder, “you’re so cute.” he smiled at your phone.

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NISHIMURA RIKI:

finally, riki had a free day from his schedule to spend time with you after it felt like years since you two had quality time together, and the best way he wanted to spend his free day with you was to go to an amusement park, you guys were holding hands, walking down the amusement park, trying to find any ride that caught both of your eyes, you two turned your head, revealing to you was a huge green rollercoaster, “this one!” you point and jumped up slightly in excitement, he chuckled at your cuteness, “okay then, cmon.” he pulled you along as you two went to the line. before you guys got in line, you saw the “height requirements for ride”, niki chuckled and pulled you to him, then motioned you to stand beside the line that you had to reach, “uh oh, looks like you can’t ride..” he says, you groaned, you were just one inch below the required height for the ride, “damnit! what about you?” you asked him, he walked up to it instead, and expected, he was ABOVE the whole damn stick. “you are literally a giant.” you giggled, “you’re just short.” he scooped you onto his back, “it’s okay, let’s find something else to ride, okay?” he asked you, you smiled and wrapped your legs around him as he began walking with you on his back.

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve done a ot7 post.. how we feellllinnn? should i do them moreee? i also didn’t pre read so srry for any errors if their is any haha

[raya-hunter01]

Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 9

Roman X OC(Kara)

Jey Uso X OC (Tia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy

Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspicious.

What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?

Boston Municipal Courthouse

Janice’s POV

“Mama, I’m ok,” Roman said as I sat there in disbelief as they took Tia out of the courtroom. “Son something ain’t right…..Why did they sentence her today? Why she got a short sentence, weren’t we all watching the same video because she needs to be up under the jail.”

“The Judge said it was because of the plea deal, her clean record and just wanting this over for everyone,” he said looking at Kara who seemed to be struggling with the verdict and I don’t blame her.

“Son something in the milk ain’t clean…..Regardless of the verdict he should have rescheduled a date for sentencing. That would have given him time to give a more suitable sentence for crime because that wasn’t it,” I said as Roman hugged me.

“Ma, can we just leave, I’m ready to get outta Boston,” he said as I sighed giving him a hug seeing Jey heading over.

“Aye, you ok auntie?” he asked as Roman moved and I gave him a hug. “Yes, baby I am, just can’t believe what happened in here today.”

“Neither can but we’re all bout to go leave and get some rest. We’re flying out tomorrow but planning to hit up the 16 East Bar and Grill in Pensacola on Sunday before we head back out on the road,” Jey said smiling at me.

“You’re inviting us?” Roman asked in shock as Jey sighed. “I’m still mad as hell at you, but I can’t help but be thankful you were there with Kara. You risked your life to save her and Trin…That what family do.”

“I love them both…I always will, it ain’t nothing to thank me for.”

“Well, the option is open, we’ll probably get there about 7. Trin reserved the patio, so we ain’t gotta worry about people,” Jey said as I smiled.

Hey, I will take those baby steps in the healing process. I know we will come back together in some shape or form.

“Well, we will meet ya’ll there Sunday,” Roman said as I tried to contain my excitement, praying this was a positive step in the right direction for us.

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Kara’s House

Kara’s POV

I’m glad we did come back to the house alone and just chilled out. I don’t know how I would have reacted hanging out with my mom, I needed time to decompress. 

“Girl, I love this back yard,” Trin gushed as I smiled wrapping myself up in my blanket.

“Thanks, when I saw the firepit I fell in love,” I said as she nodded roasting her marshmallows.

“I may have to talk Jimmy into getting us one. You know marshmallows are my weakness.” “That’s why I keep them stocked up ma’am,” I said as she smiled brightly at me.

“I know you had a lot of work to make up, did you finish?” Trin asked as I smiled. “I’m finally caught up, it wasn’t easy, but I have two A’s and two high B’s” I said truly proud of how I overcame and turned everything around.

“Yes! You know when you graduate I’mma act a fool…You know this right?” she said making me laugh as I looked at Jey flipping the meat on the grill as Jimmy was telling him some animated story. I loved their relationship so much.

“Have you told Jey?” Trin asked as I smiled at her. “Told him what?”

“Uh, that you love him, duh,” she said as I blushed. “I’ll have you know I told him the night I woke up from surgery.”

“That’s great…So are ya’ll together or what is we doing?”

“I’m scared Trin,” I said honestly as she nodded in understanding. “Do you want to be with Jey?” she asked as I nodded. “Yea, I really do.”

“Then be with him Kara, what’s the problem?.…That man loves and adores you,” she said gently pushing my shoulder.

 “I can see the blogs now having a fucking field day. Imagine their us at family gatherings. Chile, did you hear Kara is here with Joshua like she wasn’t married to Roman.”  I mocked as Trin shrugged her shoulders.

“Girl, fuck them bloggers and keyboard trolls, they don't know you and it ain't they fuckin' business. Plus, you knew Jey before Roman anyway."

"Ok, but like I said, what about the family gatherings. You know they always have parties and cookouts," I said as Trin smiled.

"Fuck their opinions too, but I don’t think it will be a problem, everyone loves you, especially mom and pops. They hate what Roman did and I think you’re overthinking it.”

“So much is going on, I just don’t want to hurt him Trin,” I whispered as she reached over and put her hand on my knee.

“It’s your time to be happy Kara and damn what people think. Life is too short, and you got a second chance at life.”

“I know I got a second chance, but I’m scared of screwing this up,” I said finally voicing my fears.

“Live your life Kara, tomorrow ain’t promised to none of us. You don’t owe anybody anything, ain’t no debts around here,” Trin said as I gave her a hug.

“I know and I love you, girly.  Ugh, I’m so tired of crying,” I sniffed failing to stop my tears.

“I love you too, sis, it’s time for the happy tears now because you deserve it.”

“You really think so?” I asked barely above a whisper as she rubbed my back. “I know so, everything you’ve ever wanted for yourself in this life about to happen and I can’t wait to see witness it.”

“Ya’ll aright over there?” Jimmy asked as Jey turned to look back at us.

“Yea, just two sisters having our daily talk,” I said as Trin laughed.

“Ya’ll know how we get, let us have our moment,” she said as Jimmy shook his head. “Man, what we gon’ do with them two?” Jimmy asked as Jey chuckled handing him a pan so he could take some of the steaks off the grill.

“Love ‘em and let them do their thang,” he chuckled. “Yea, what he said!” Trin yelled as I laughed.

Trin was right it’s my time to put myself first and live my life. Anything or anybody that disrupts my peace from this point forward gotta go, because it’s a new beginning for me, for us all.

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Pensacola, FL

A Few Days Later

Janice’s POV

We been home a couple days, and it was my day to pick up Logan. I can’t place it, but I knew something wasn’t right. “Lord, uncover whatever it is because we’ve all been through enough,” I said aloud feeling nauseous pulling into Rebecca and Bill’s driveway.

Knocking on the door and getting no answer, I called and once again no answer. I saw Rebecca’s car and had talked to her ten minutes ago. I was getting irritated now.

“How the hell you gon’ tell me to come over to get Logan and not pick up the phone or answer the door.” I mutter looking under the rug for their spare key.

Opening the door, I looked around and there was no sign of Rebecca in the foyer or living room. I could hear Logan babbling on the baby monitor in the living room, so I knew she was ok.

 “Rebecca!” I called out, no answer. “This how these damn horror movie start, I hope this fool is ok,” I mutter heading towards the kitchen.

“I can’t thank you enough Terry,” I heard Rebecca say as I stopped in my tracks.

Who the hell is Terry?

“Rebecca, this is the last time I’m taking your call. I did this favor for you and Tia, but I don’t want to be tied to the drama. I got too much to lose,” I heard the familiar voice say as she laid the phone on the table.

“Thank you for helping her, she really is anxious to make it right with her sister when she gets out,” Rebecca said grabbing Logan’s formula putting it in her baby bag.

The damn judge….She was the reason for that shit show the other day.

“That’s good and all but I put in a no contact order in the paperwork for a reason. I truly feel she meant what she did and her actions alone warranted life in prison, but I helped you for old time sakes,” he said sounding seemingly disappointed with himself.

“I---We appreciate this so much, she’s going to stay out of trouble when she gets out and we won’t bother you again.”

I was physically ill, this was sick.

“I don’t know what hold your daughter has over you…But if this goes bad, it’s on your head. It would be in her best interest to just leave Kara be,” he said as she shook her head.

“I will handle Kara; she will come around and see Tia was just going through a lot and didn’t mean to hurt her. I just know by the time it’s time for Tia to get out, they will have reconnected, and Kara will be calling you to cancel that no contact order.”

This woman has lost it, like needs to sit on someone’s couch…ASAP. Hearing enough, I quietly retraced my steps finally finding my way back in the entrance of the house pretending I had just arrived.

“Rebecca, I’m here to get Logan!” I said a little louder as I heard her scrambling round the kitchen.

“She’s upstairs, I’ll get her,” she yelled as I shook my head.

I can’t believe she sold out her own daughter to protect the other one that tried to kill her. She and Tia are really one in the same she just masks her dirt.

It seemed like it took forever, but finally she brought Logan downstairs.

“Oh, baby girl I missed you,” I whispered as she placed a dozing Logan in my arms. “I put her formula in the bag, and she’s already had a bottle. She should be asleep before you get back home,” Rebecca said as I smiled at my little light.

That’s what she was to us, no matter how she was conceived, our little light.

“You can pick her up at Roman’s on Thursday. I’ll leave you to your nana break and see you tomorrow at dinner,” I said grabbing Logan’s diaper bag quickly wanting to get the hell outta dodge.

“Ok, we’ll see you then and enjoy her,” she said giving Logan a kiss on the forehead.

“Oh, we will,” I said making my way out of the house, thankful she didn’t follow me out. After strapping logan in her car seat I rushed to get back in the car to call Trin but got no answer, then I remembered she had a signing to do today.

“Hey sweetie, I forgot you had a signing, and I know ya’ll gotta help out Josh tonight. I’ll just see you tomorrow at dinner. You and Jonathon be safe, love ya’ll.”

I guess I’m on my own with this one, but I know one thing, Kara will know about the shady shit her mama did and I’mma make Rebecca tells her if it’s the last thing I do.

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Pensacola, FL

Jey’s House

Kayla’s POV

Getting out of the shower I felt refreshed as I dried off. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt different.. Today was amazing, we had our balcony picnic date. It was simple, beautiful, and was everything.  Pizza, wine, and some of my favorite snacks had been on the menu.

The ocean serving as our backdrop and music as the waves crashed upon the shore due to a storm heading our way. We even went on a walk on the beach and watched the sunset before we got rained out. Hence the shower I just took.

I still hadn’t told Jey how I felt but today just solidified it even more. I was deeply in love with this man.

“You ok in there Kara?” Jey asked knocking on the door as I smiled.

“Yea, I’m good I’ll be out in a second,” I said dressing my wound. Thank God it’s finally healing and not hurting as much.  Slipping on one of Jey’s shirts, I cut off the lights as I headed back into the bedroom, frowning when I didn’t see him.

“Jey-”

“I’m out here on the balcony, wait I’mma come get you,” he said as I smiled at the thought of going back out there.

“What have you done now?” I asked as he smiled clad only in a pair of shorts. “This is part two of your balcony picnic date, Ma,” he whispered offering me his hand as I anxiously took it.

“Aww it’s so pretty….Wait where did all this come from?” I gasped as he led me back out on the balcony. “Told you I wasn’t done yet, do you like it?”

“I love it but how did you do it? We been out here all day and I know I ain’t seen no bed out here earlier.” I said as he laughed.

“A couple of lil birdies did it when we went for a walk on the beach. This is your new study area for when you come to visit.” he said as I blushed looking at the bed on the balcony surrounded by pillows and the beautiful string lights above it.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” I said as he smiled, laying down beckoning me to him with his finger.

“Come on down here, Ma, I owe you a movie.” Not needing to be told twice, I climbed in bed and got comfortable in his arms.

“You know, I’ve always loved staying here.  I could fall asleep out here just listening to the ocean, and now you done put a bed out here. You know it’s a wrap right, I may never leave,” I sighed, welcoming his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on the hollow of my neck. as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.

“Maybe that was my plan, kidnap you, and never let you leave,” he said as I relaxed wanting to feel more of him as his hands caressed my bare thighs.

“You can’t kidnap the willing,” I moaned, his fingers feeling so good but I winced slightly as Jey looked at me with worry.

“Are you ok?” He asked as I nodded not wanting him to stop. “Kara, let me can get up, I’on  wanna hurt you,” he said trying to sit up as I grabbed his Cuban link holding him in place.

“I’m fine, don’t you dare move,” I said as he smiled, rolling over on his back wrapping me up in his arms.

“Ok, this is a good compromise too,” I moaned getting comfortable as the pain in my chest subsided. “I know it is, stubborn ass,” Jey chuckled, reaching up to turn off the lights and starting the movie projector.

“What are we watching?” I asked, as he gently pulled one of my legs across his lap before covering us up with a blanket.

“You’ll see,” he whispered stealing a kiss as I squealed hearing the opening credits to Dirty Dancing as he laughed.

“The stuff I do for you, woman.”

“I love this movie!”

“I know, I remembered how excited you was at the hospital that night it came on. Then you got mad and almost made me switch the channel.”

“Hey, I was ready for the love scene, and they cut it… Just plain blasphemous, but I took one for the team because one simply doesn’t change the channel when Patrick Swayze is blessing your TV screen.” I said as he raised his eyebrow at me.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” he joked as we settled in to watch the movie under the stars.

See Jey knew my love languages and I loved that. He knew what mattered, it wasn’t diamonds and pearls, or even money. It was spending quality time, it was physical touch, and creating memories with the ones you love. Jey’s love languages were a mixture of my mine. He loved to please and do for those he loved.

 He made sure every day to tell and show you how much you mean to him, and he only wanted the same in return and rightfully so.

“I’m glad you had fun and loved everything,” he said pulling me closer.

“I really did, and I hope you know I don’t just be hugged up with just anybody now,” I said as he looked down at me with a smile, catching on to what I was saying.

“Well, I don’t just do balcony picnics dates for just anybody either.” His lips close to mine as my heart pounded loudly against my chest.

“I have to warn you, I only do things like this with my man,” I whispered, as our lips finally meeting in a short, deep passionate kiss.

“And I only do things like this with my lady.” he moaned as our lips found each other once again as our kisses becoming more passionate by the second.

“For us,” Jey moaned against my lips as I whimpered against him.

“For us.”

“You sure?” He rasped pulling back slightly, watching me closely through low hooded eyes.

“I’m sure…I’ve never been sure of anything in my life,” I said as Jey caressed my face.

 “Forever my lady,” he whispered as his lips descended upon mine as I felt like I was flying. We were finally here at last and it felt so good. Breaking our kiss to catch our breaths.

“Ma, we can wait…I-I don’t want to hurt you,” Jey moaned, his beautiful brown eyes growing darker as I moved his hand slowly down to the hem of my shirt.

“You won’t, I trust you,” I gasped as his resolve crumbling taking me in a searing kiss, only releasing me from his grasp to remove my shirt.

“Your so beautiful, he whispered in awe as I blushed under his powerful serenading gaze.

Like a moth to a flame, I craved his touch and trembled with anticipation as he towered over me. The pain in my chest a distant memory, laying on my back as Jey took his time exploring my body.

His powerful hands grasping mine, bringing them to his chest as I felt his heart racing.

“I want you to feel what you do to me,” he said licking his lips as I groaned, biting my lower lip as he thrusted my hips against his dick that was straining against his shorts begging for release.

His hands controlling every sensual buck of my hips against his dick as it continued to grow longer and harder.

“Mmm, I feel it,” I gasped, his lips capturing mine in an earth-shattering kiss as my hands anxiously helped him remove his shorts.

“Not yet aulelei,” he moaned grabbing my hands gently pining them to the bed. His kisses moved to my neck, my heart racing as he caressed my breasts, being careful of my bandage.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, please,” I pleaded entangling my fingers in his hair as he gently suckled at my breasts taking his time with each one giving them equal attention holding my gaze as I fought back a moan.

“Mm, you sensitive huh,” he whispered with a smirk as I blushed. His lips lovingly kissing and nibbling down my body, teasingly as I fought to get ahold of myself but I was gone…

“Jey, don’t stop,” I gasped, my body trembling in anticipation of what was next to come.

 His eyes darkening as kissed the top of my mound gazing up at me with low eyes licking his lips as he descended lower. “I don’t plan too,” he whispered as I purred in appreciation.

Jey’s POV

Damn, I’m drunk…Drunk in love her intoxicating sent as I kissed the plush beautiful lips between her thighs, as Kara’s legs began to quiver.

“P- Please, Jey,” Kara as I groaned as I felt my dick get even harder.

"Fuck, all this for me aulelei? Tell me?” I moaned as her eyes met mine.

“Yes! Mmm, you know it is,” Kara gasped as I flattened my tongue and gently licked her slit, unable to stop the moan that rasped from my lips as the first drop of her sweet nectar coated my tongue.

“Mmm, I knew you’d taste like honey…. You done fucked around and created a monster, Ma,” I moaned, snatching her hips to my mouth as I swirled my tongue against her clit, commencing to drown in her.

“Jey, shit!” Kara gasped down at me in shock as I smirked.  The beautiful catch in her throat as I pleased her had me on demon time. I needed more…Much more and only she could give me what I wanted.

 “I- Mmm-” Kara moaned, trying to push my head away as I Ignored her plea intertwining our hands together, moving my tongue faster against her wet hot center.

“Stop runnin’, cause’ you deserve dis nut…..You understand me?”

Kara nodded, unable to speak. “Tell me you understand aulelei ?”

“I-I understand,” Kara whimpered as I moaned “Ain’t no stoppin’ Kara….Ain’t no stoppin’ till you nut in my mouth like a good girl,” I breathed against her pussy before going back to the task at hand.

“Fuck!..Oouu Josh, shit!” She moaned, her trembling legs over my shoulder as she sat up slightly panting in disbelief.

“Yea, you wit a real one now, moan my name baby. Damn, you makin’ my dick even harder just thinkin’ bout you nuttin’ in my mouth,” I confessed, knowing my words were encouraging her to get what she wanted…What we both needed.

“Mmm, I need it so bad,” Kara moaned moving her hips against my tongue. “Mmhm, so do I baby…. Dat’s it, you doin’ so good”

“Joshjoshjosh Mmhm!”

“Mmhm, get what’s yours. Fuck, you look so sexy chasin’ yo’ nut,” I moaned as she bit her lower lip, gripping the back of my head riding my face.

 “Babe! Kara exclaimed as she exploded in my mouth. Her beautiful face and the swivel of her hips as she rode out her orgasm were a thing of beauty.

I couldn’t get enough of her as I greedily drank her essence with a hearty moan as she writhed on the bed trying to catch her breath.  

Yea, I did dat…Fuck, I wanna keep her this way forever.

Crawling up her body, her flush face welcomed me as she grasped my Cuban link kissing me with urgency as I groaned nipping at her bottom lip.

“Mmm, you taste yourself?….You taste good, don’t you?” I groaned as Kara whimpered against my lips. Her trembling hand, reaching down between us grabbing my dick placing the tip at her entrance as I moaned trying to control myself.

“Mmm, tell me what you need,” I moaned, Kara pulling me closing whispering three words that made ignited an even deeper fire within me. “You inside me,” she gasped breathlessly as I  gave in, her tight warmth surrounding me, welcoming me home.

“Shit, Kara,” I groaned trying to take my time knowing she was still hurt, but she was making it hard. I wanted to sink inside her and get lost.  

“It’s ok,” she moaned, pulling me closer. A collective gasp of undeniable pleasure from us both filled the air as I filled her to the hilt.  

Kara’s POV

The sweat gathered at his brow as he’s trying to maintain his composure slowly beginning to thrust inside me as I craved more. “Mmm, faster.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jey moaned as I nodded not particularly caring, he felt so good, and I wanted him closer but I knew him.

“Your not,” I gasped as he gripped my hips gently once again surging forward as we both groaned at the sensation.

“I’mma take my time….Make love to you,” Jey whispered burying his head in the hollow of my neck, tilting his weight on his elbows, thrusting at a new angle that rendered me whimpering mess as he showered my neck with kisses.

“Damn, found my first spot,” he groaned as I began meeting his thrusts, feeling the pressure building with each caress, every lick and thrust we got lost in each other.

Something was different, this wasn’t sex like it was all those months ago on Roman’s bus.  This was different, we were making love and it felt so good.

With each swivel of his hips, he went deeper and deeper, our lips meeting in a familiar dance as our tongues sensually stroked each other.

The smell of rain and the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore made the moment even more special.

Each second, body to body, skin to skin we climbed higher and higher together as Jey carefully rolled onto his back, shifting me onto my side, trying to take some pressure off of my chest but never stopping his gently thrusts.

A strangled moan escaped my lips at the new position as Jey wrapped one arm around my chest, the other placing one of my leg over his as I trembled in his arms.

“It’s just us…. Stop being shy, ma,” he rasped against my ear thrusting at a steadier pace.

“Mmm, you feel so good. I need it so bad, Josh!” I cried as he growled nipping at my neck as tears sprang to my eyes from the immense pleasure.

“I know baby, me too, I need you to cum for me…You gon’ give me what I want, ain’t you?”

“Yes! I’m close, don’t stop,” my desperate cries silenced as he grasped my throat bringing my mouth to his in a scorching kiss, as I writhed in need against him.  His other hand to toying with my clit.

“You gon’ cum for me, like a good girl?” Jey asked already knowing the answer, his thrusts and breathing more uneven as I pulsed around him.

“Mmm,Yes.”

“Louder, Ma.”

“Yes! I’mma cum like a good girl, I promise,” I cried unashamed. He was dickin’ my ass down and it felt so damn good.

“Yea…Let it go, Ma. Damn, you so feel good,” he murmured against my lips.

“Josh! Fuck!” I cried coming undone in his arms. “Mmm, fuck yea look at you cummin’ just for me,” Jey praised pulling out, rubbing his dick against my clit.  “Mmm, put it back in,” I begged truly drunk on him at this point, and I wanted all he had to give.

Jey’s POV

“Uh huh, I know baby, dat pussy quivering. You need some more of dis dick don’t you?” I groaned turned on as fuck as Kara reached down, moving my hand, grasping my dick rubbing against her clit before sliding the tip back inside her.

“Take what you want, I’m yours.”

 “I want more,” Kara purred guiding my dick back inside her as we both gasped as we became one again….

“Fuck, yea…Put dat dick back in for daddy and get you another nut I moaned as we moved against each other in sync.

 “I- I want you to cum now.” Kara whimpered against me as I felt a her tight pussy swallowing my dick like a champ. Fuck, I wasn’t gon’ last too much longer.

 “Hold on, we both gon’ get this next nut together,” I groaned on a mission thrusting harder. “Josh- Wh-”

“Just breathe, ma…Let it take over, I promise its gon’ feel so good,” I whispered nibbling on her ear as I felt her relax. “Baby….Baby…Mm, Josh,” Kara gasped.

“Yea..I’m right here Kara, I got you.”

“What are you doing to me?” Kara groaned trying to hide her face but I refused to let her. Grabbing her chin, making her look at me.

“I’ll tell you what I’m doin’…..I’m makin’ love to the woman I love,” I declared, continuing to get lost inside her.

“I love you,” Kara moaned as our lips met in a sloppy kiss as she took my hand and placed it on her clit, and guiding my hand in a figure eight motion as she began steadily throwing her ass back on my dick to match my deep hard thrust.

“Shit! I love you more. …Now be my good girl, and cum for me…Fuck you doin’ so good, ma,” I moaned.

“Jey! Mmm, fuck!” Kara screamed as I felt her pulsing around my dick.

“Uh huh, I know it baby, I feel it.”

“Cum with me.”

 “Can I cum inside you?” I groaned thrusting harder praying she would say yes. “Yes, I want you too Josh,” she whimpered as her head fell back against my shoulder in shock as she fell over the cliff of extasy, taking me with her as I groaned in triumph holding her trembling body against mine as I came and stilled inside her.

The sounds of the rain hitting the roof, along with our heavy breathing filled the night air. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes, too stunned to speak.

 “Damn, that was insane,” I whispered, finally somewhat regaining my composure as Kara rolled onto her back still trying to catch her breath.

“Best balcony picnic date ever,” Kara said with a relaxed smile as I gently kissed her lips.

“No regrets,” I whispered as Kara caressed my beard. “No regrets.”

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Roman's House

Janice's POV

"Mama, I can't believe he posted this," Roman said as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his phone.

"Aww that was nice Joshua did that for Kara," I said as Roman rolled his eyes.

Mama-"

"What it's very sweet."

"What about the blanket hanging off the bed mama? He's being messy, in so many words sayin' he slept with Kara," Roman said as I frowned at him.

"Roman they could have been cuddling watching movies for all we know, but in the end, it isn't your business what Kara does."

"I know, but can people give me time to deal with what I lost? I lost my wife and now she's with my cousin." Roman said slightly raising his voice.

"Roman, Kara isn't going to put her life on hold to make you feel better. I had something to tell you, but I see you aren't in the right frame of mind to hear it right now." I said choosing to not pass on the new information I found out at Rebecca's today. He'll find out tomorrow like everyone else.

"No I'm not in a good head space, but I will be when I get some air," Roman said as I got up and stood by the kitchen door.

"No you ain't because you're going to end up at Josh's and I'm not letting you do that to Kara or yourself," I said putting my foot down.

"I just need some air, mama, please move," Roman pleaded as I refused to move.

"The last time you went out to get some air you ended up in Boston and could have got yourself killed, so no I ain't moving."I cried. Roman was at his breaking point, but he needed to get all this shit out. He was holding too much in.

"What do you want from me?!" Roman yelled as I pulled him into my arms giving him a much needed hug as his arms tightened around me.

"I want you to let it go, baby...Let that guilt go and free yourself, it's almost been a year." I said trying to get through to him.

"I lost her and I can't fix it," Roman said his voice breaking as rubbed his back. "Some things aren't meant to be fixed Roman...We just own up to our mistakes and take it one day at a time," I said as he pulled away wiping his tears.

"I know I gotta let her go, mama. My mind tells me that every day but my heart ain't caught up yet," Roman said sitting back down and looking at his phone.

"It will...Just give yourself time," I said as we heard Logan cry over the baby monitor.

"I got her, you went the last time," Roman said going to check on Logan leaving his phone on the table.

Picking it up I looked at Josh's post and smiled.

"Gon' head Joshua," I muttered truly happy that Kara was moving on and being loved how she deserved to be.

The thought of tomorrow suddenly crept back into my mind. I hated to disrupt the dinner tomorrow but I couldn't let this betrayal stay hidden.

Kara needed to know there was more than one enemy she needed protection from. I just never in my wildest dreams thought it would be her own mother.

Tomorrow Rebecca is coming clean or i'mma do it myself.

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could you do one where gavis gf crashed his car and he comforts her?

WORRY LESS - GAVI

summary: gavis girlfriend crashes his car and he comforts her.

warnings: noneeee

"Ay hermano, you wanna come over?" Pedri asked Gavi just as they walked out of the training facilities.

Gavi just opened his mouth as he heard his phone ringing in his pocket. So he immediately looked at the phone screen and saw your name pop up, without even thinking he accepted the call.

"Hey Amor, what's up?" Gavi asked and then heard you crying from the other side. Pedri stood still as he looked at Gavi confused. "Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry" You sobbed as Gavi nearly got a heartattack while listening to you.

"Y/n where are you?" He tried to remain calm.

"I'm- I'm at the police station." You managed to get out and Gavi's eyes widen. "Near Lobregat." You added.

"I'll be there in a second. I love you." He hung up the phone and then rushed over to Pedri's car.

"You need to drive me to the police station right now." Gavi sat into the car immediately after Pedri unlocked it. The canarian sat behind the wheel and fastened his seatbelt while he looked confused at Gavi.

"What happened?" Pedri asked while speeding a bit to the police station.

"I don't know, she was crying and she said sorry." Gavi sterted to fidget around anxiously with his hands as he managed to stay calm for the next 3 minutes it took them to get there.

"I'll wait for you." Pedri gave the Sevillano a thumbs up while he turned off the car.

Gavi hurried inside and then walked up to the front of the desk. "Hey I'm here to get my girlfriend." He told the woman dressed in a police uniform.

She quickly looked up at him and then started to walk into the hallway. Gavi followed her and as she opened up a door and let him inside a waiting room he saw you sitting on a chair.

Immediately he hurried over to you and as you stood up he pulled you into a hug immediately.

"I'm so sorry." You cried into his black hoodie while he caressed your back with his hands.

"What happened?" Gavi asked before a policeman went over to him.

"You're the rightful owner of the car?" You pulled away from Gavi as soon as the police man asked that.

"Yeah," Gavi answered confused.

"And you're her boyfriend I assume?" The man wrote down everything in a small book meanwhile Gavi just responded with a nod.

"Another car crashed into your car while she was driving. She seems to be okay we got everything checked up and she's completely fine. The damage on your car is mild but the windshiled is completely broken and theres a massive dent on the side of the car that doesn't affect any other parts of the car tho." The policeman explained and Gavi's mouth fell slightly open.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked you again and saw that your hands were shaking so he took one of your hands into his.

"I understand, where is the car now?" Gavi started rubbing your hand with his thumb and you sobbed again.

"It's in our garage, she requested for it not be left there sincs you're famous and she's well known." As soon as the police officer said that Gavi wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.

"Can we go home now and I'll come back tomorrow, she's still shocked so I want to take care of her at first." Gavi explained to the officer and he nodded his head.

After Gavi signed a couple of papers you two were free to go and when you stepped outside he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm so sorry Gavi." You still cried into his hoodie.

"Trust me that car means nothing to me, I just care about your safety, are you okay do you have a headache? Should we go to the hospital to get you checked out?" Your boyfriend worried about you.

"I feel so bad, that's gonna cost a ton of money to repair." You covered up your mouth with your hand but he shook his head as he cupped your face.

"I don't care about that stupid car, I only care about you. Because I could have 20 of the same car but I only have one Y/n, so I'm just glad that you're okay." Gavis words made your eyes widen and you pulled him into a hug again.

"I love you so much and I'm so sorry." You whispered.

"Amor you were forgiven the second you said sorry for the first time. I'm not mad. I don't care about that. I'm just so glad that you're fine."

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Wish upon a hook

Summary: You couldn’t grant peoples wishes like your mother could but you always asked them what there wish was. Little did you know you were Harry hooks wish.

A/N: thank you so much for 400 followers! <3

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Being the daughter of the Blue Fairy came with certain expectations. People saw you as a beacon of hope and kindness, a gentle spirit who brought light into the darkest places. Your mother had instilled in you the importance of using your magic to help others, to grant wishes and make the world a better place, one act of kindness at a time.

In Auradon, you were known for your generosity. You didn’t have your mother’s full power to grant any wish, but you had a special kind of magic of your own. You could help people find what they truly needed, whether it was a little encouragement, a moment of comfort, or sometimes, something more tangible. You were always willing to listen, always there to help. But even with all your light, there was one place your magic had never reached, the Isle of the Lost. When King Ben announced the integration of the Isle kids into Auradon, you had been one of the few who were genuinely excited. You’d heard so many stories of how terrible the children of villains were supposed to be, but you didn’t believe in judging people by their parents. Everyone deserved a chance to find their own path, to make their own wishes come true. You were determined to help them, even if no one else did. Which was how you found yourself face-to-face with Harry Hook.

It was a sunny afternoon at Auradon Prep, and you were taking a break by the fountain, enjoying the sound of the water as it splashed down into the pool below. The students were bustling about, and there was a sense of excitement in the air with the arrival of the Isle kids. You noticed them scattered around, their expressions wary and uncertain, like they didn’t quite belong. Your heart went out to them. They looked so out of place, and you couldn’t help but wish there was something you could do to make them feel more at home. That was when you saw him.

Harry Hook was leaning against the wall, his usual swagger evident even as he stood still. His coat hung loosely from his shoulders, and his hook glinted in the sunlight as he watched the other students with a smirk. He looked so different from everyone else, like he was daring them to say something, to judge him. You knew about Harry. People whispered about him, warned you to stay away from him and his dangerous ways. But you didn’t see danger when you looked at him. You saw someone who had been dealt a rough hand and was just trying to find his way in a place that seemed to resent him for even existing. So, naturally, you decided to approach him.

With a deep breath, you made your way over, your blue dress swaying slightly as you walked. Harry noticed you immediately, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as you stopped a few feet away from him. “Hello” you said, offering him a gentle smile. “I’m [Y/N]”. Harry raised an eyebrow, his hook tapping against his side. “Aye, I know who ye are”. His voice was thick with his Scottish accent, and there was a hint of curiosity behind the wariness. “Ye’re the Blue Fairy’s lass, aren’t ye?”. You nodded, your smile not faltering. “That’s right. I’m glad to finally meet you, Harry”. He scoffed, his smirk returning as he crossed his arms. “Are ye now? And what would a lass like ye want with someone like me?”. You shrugged, unbothered by his attitude. “I just wanted to say hello. I know it must be difficult, being here. It’s a lot to get used to”.

Harry’s smirk faded a little, and he eyed you suspiciously. “Ye think I need yer pity?”, “Not at all” you replied softly. “I think you’re strong enough to handle anything. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy”. He looked at you for a long moment, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing. But when he couldn’t find any trace of mockery or pity in your eyes, his expression softened just slightly. “And what would ye know about it, lass?” he asked, his voice quieter, almost thoughtful. You tilted your head, considering your words carefully. “Maybe not much” you admitted. “But I know that everyone has wishes, things they want more than anything. And I try to help, whenever I can”. Harry’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable. “Wishes, eh? Ye think ye can grant wishes?” “Not like my mother can@ you said with a small laugh. “But sometimes, just listening, just trying to help, is enough”.

He looked at you, really looked at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. You could almost see the gears turning in his mind, like he was deciding whether to trust you or not. Finally, he let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yer a strange one, lass. Kindness like yers, it’s dangerous on the Isle”. You smiled softly. “We’re not on the Isle anymore, Harry”. His gaze flickered, a shadow passing over his eyes. “Aye, but the Isle’s still in us”. There was a depth in his words, a pain that you could feel even without him saying more. It made your heart ache for him, for all of them. You wished you could take that pain away, could make things better with a wave of your hand. But that wasn’t how your magic worked. Instead, you did what you could. You stepped closer, looking up at him with earnest eyes. “Is there anything I can do for you, Harry? Anything you wish for?”

He stared at you, his eyes searching your face like he was looking for something he wasn’t sure he’d find. And then, with a smirk that was both teasing and serious, he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Aye, lass” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “There is somethin I would like. It’s my secret for now ask me again in a few months”. His eyes sparkled with mischief and with that he turned to walk away only looking back to smirk at your confused expression. What had you gotten yourself into?

After a few months of the isle kids being at Auradon you had grown close to a few of them, one in particular being none other than Harry hook. He had become a good friend, someone you could rely on in moments of need. You would have never expected to have become so close to him after all the whispers you had heard about him, yet here you were. Friends with Harry and wishing you could make him like you back. Alas you would settle for whatever he gave you and if all that was is friendship, so be it.

You were sat down in the gardens under a tree with Harry having a lazy day in the sun when you remembered your first encounter and how he never answered your question. “Hey, Harry?” “Yes lass?” He slowly turned to you opening one eye. “You never answered my question. What do you wish for?” He stared at you before opening his other eye and readjusting his position so he was turned more towards you. He smirked before easily saying “I want you”. You blinked, your heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. “I’m sorry, what?” Harry’s grin widened, and he straightened up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ye heard me. I want ye”.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you tried to gather your thoughts, stumbling over your words. “Harry, I-I don’t think that’s��� what I meant”. He chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. “Oh, I know, lass. But ye asked, and I answered”. You stared at him, your mind racing. Was he serious? Was he teasing? You couldn’t tell, and it was driving you crazy. “You can’t just… say things like that!” you finally managed, your voice coming out more breathless than you intended. Harry shrugged, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want ye, [Y/N]. Been my wish since I saw ye that day”. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you couldn’t look away from him, from the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you whispered. He reached out with his hook, gently lifting your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious now, the teasing glint gone as he spoke. “Ye don’t have to say anythin’, lass. Just think about it”. He released you from the prison of his gaze. Moving back with a small, almost shy smile before standing up. “I’ll be around, if ye ever decide to grant that wish”. And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you sitting under the willow tree, your heart racing and your mind spinning.

You had been having a care free day but somehow, Harry Hook had turned your world upside down with just a few words. And for the first time in your life, you found yourself having your own wish granted. Something, or rather, someone you’d never expected. As your mind finally caught up to what had happened you realised you had to catch up to Harry before he got too far away.

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[ltash]

Hide and Seek

In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you." "My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned."

"Aye! Before you hide, tell me," he asked, curiosity in his voice. "The sniper you bought has a long range. Why'd ya need that? I mean, y'could have got a short range one."

"You'll know soon enough," I replied with a wink. "I'm gonna hide now."

With that, I turned and ran towards the back, adrenaline pumping as I searched for the perfect hiding spot.

I made my way towards the back, realizing that hiding inside the mansion wouldn't be a good idea. "Underground parking," I decided, throwing my slippers into the bushes and quietly making my way to the entrance.

I reached the end of the stairs, and the parking area was brightly lit with hundreds of LED lights on the ceiling. A line of exotic cars stretched out before me, mostly sports cars, offering no suitable hiding spots beneath them.

At the last spot, I saw my G-Wagon. "Yes!" I exclaimed softly, running over and lying under the car.

I giggled to myself, confident that Ghost would assume I was hiding somewhere inside the mansion. He would have no idea that I was here, tucked away under a car.

I waited and waited. Fifteen minutes had passed, and my anticipation was starting to give way to nervous excitement.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching downstairs.

"Luvvie!" Ghost called out.

"Love!" he called again, playfully.

"I know you're here. C'mon out," he said.

I saw his boots as he methodically checked the interiors of the cars through their windows, one by one. I couldn't stop giggling, so I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. The thrill of being so close yet hidden added to the excitement of the game.

"C'mon out, love," he chuckled. "You're in here, innit?" he called, his voice echoing slightly in the underground parking.

He then approached the G-Wagon and took a look inside.

"Not here too. C'mon, where are you, luvvie?" he asked again, sounding amused and slightly puzzled.

I held my breath, trying to remain completely silent, my heart racing as he stood so close. The thrill of almost being found made the moment even more exhilarating.

"Don't play these little games with me, eh?" he said, his voice tinged with playful warning. "Choices have consequences."

"Okay! I'm going out. You come out when you feel like," he added, and I saw him heading back to the stairs.

I sighed in relief and relaxed, laying there for a moment, thinking I'd won this round. But knowing Ghost, I stayed vigilant, expecting the unexpected.

I waited another five minutes, and just as I decided to emerge, the lights went out with a low hum.

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart began to race. I was alone in the parking lot, now enveloped in an impenetrable darkness. The silence was profound, and the shadows seemed to close in around me, amplifying the suspense and excitement of the game.

The darkness and deafening silence freaked me out. I knew it was him—he had switched off the lights. With no other choice, I slowly slipped out from beneath the car.

I had no idea where I was because everything was pitch black. Disoriented, I tried to find my bearings, feeling the walls as I moved cautiously through the inky void.

My hands touched the bonnet of the car, and I recognized it, giving me a hint of my location. Slowly, I used it as a guide, inching my way towards what I hoped was the exit. The familiarity of the car provided a small comfort amidst the overwhelming darkness.

A sudden rush of fear caught me, and I stood still where I was. My breath quickened, and I strained to hear any sound in the oppressive silence. The darkness felt even more suffocating, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Ghost was somewhere close, watching me.

I closed my eyes, straining to hear any noise coming my way. All I could hear was breathing.

His breathing.

From a distance, it grew louder and closer with each passing second. My heart pounded in my chest as the anticipation and fear mingled, creating a thrilling tension in the pitch-black parking lot.

There were no footsteps, only the sound of his breaths growing closer. He got nearer until he stood directly behind me, his body pressing against mine like a solid brick wall. Heat radiated from him, warming my back.

My heart pounded in my chest. He leaned in, his masked lips grazing my neck.

"Gotcha, luvvie!" he whispered in my ear.

Slowly, I turned around to face him. In the pitch-black darkness, only the skull of his mask was visible, shining eerily.

"Now, I'll take what's mine," his thick British voice echoed.

"And what exactly is that?" I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

"You," he replied, the single word resonating with possessive intensity.

"So, is it your room or mine?" he asked, his voice dripping with playful menace.

I tried to run, but he swiftly wrapped his hands around my arms, pulling me towards him. My back hit his solid chest, and with effortless strength, he lifted me onto his shoulder.

I couldn't help but giggle. "Si-Simon!" I laughed, the thrill of the moment making me giddy.

"Laugh as much as you can, love," he said while carrying me upstairs. His grip was firm yet gentle, and the rhythm of his steps was steady. My giggles echoed through the house, mingling with the excitement and anticipation of what was to come.

He opened the door to his room and closed it with a push of his foot. Gently, he set me down on the bed and stood before me, his imposing figure silhouetted against the dim light. The atmosphere was charged with an electrifying intensity, and I could feel the anticipation building between us.

I stood up and walked towards the dresser, where I saw his lighter and a cigarette box. I turned on the lighter and began to light the scented candles arranged around the room. Their warm, soothing scent soon enveloped the space, creating an intimate and tranquil atmosphere.

He came to me and gently held my hand, guiding me to the mirror. Standing behind me, his towering and broad frame made me look even smaller in comparison. His eyes were fixed on my reflection in the mirror.

"Look at you. Pretty little thing," he murmured, leaning in and resting his chin on my shoulder. His breath was warm against my skin.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he asked, his arms wrapping securely around my tiny waist, pulling me closer. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, filling me with a deep sense of connection and affection.

My knees felt weak with him so close. I could feel his growing arousal pressing at my lower back through the think silk fabric of my slip dress. The heat between us was palpable, and the anticipation made my heart race even faster.

"I laid my eyes on you, and I need you, Ghost," I whispered, turning my face towards him. Our faces were merely inches apart, his masked visage veiled in shadow. The intensity of our proximity sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the raw desire building between us.

"Even after coming to know what I do? Who I am?" he whispered in my ear, his voice heavy with the weight of his confession. "I am a killer. I kill people. I have blood on my hands."

He looked at my face in the mirror and showed me his gloved hands which I gently held in mine interwining his fingers with mine.

"You do it for your country, not for your own satisfaction. I only know you as my protector, who doesn't care about his life but mine," I added, my words filled with understanding and acceptance. Despite the darkness of his past, I saw the light within him, the unwavering dedication to his duty and the love he held for me.

"You do what is right. You get your hands dirty so that the world stays clean. You are the bravest soul I know," I said, turning around to look into his eyes.

In that moment, I saw not just the man behind the mask, but the hero who sacrificed everything for the greater good.

My admiration for him only grew stronger, knowing the depth of his convictions and the sacrifices he made for others.

"Everything that comes near me gets destroyed. I'm afraid I will end up destroying you too," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow and fear.

I reached out and gently cupped his face in my hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "You've already shown me more love and protection than I ever thought possible. And I'm willing to stand by your side, no matter what challenges come our way. Together, we can face anything," I reassured him.

I gazed into his eyes, my heart overflowing with love and longing. "I want you to make me yours, mark me, hide me from the world," I confessed, laying bare my deepest desires.

In that moment, I yearned for nothing more than to be wholly his, to be enveloped in his love and protection, shielded from the harshness of the outside world.

He touched his forehead to mine, and his words resonated in the quiet space between us. "All the women who came into my life were just a one-night stand. I never thought any woman would fall in love with me, but you," he paused, his voice filled with emotion, "you are still untouched."

"I want to devour you, but once I start, I cannot stop. But I will never hurt you," he confessed, his vulnerability laying bare the depths of his desire and the weight of his past. In that moment, I understood the gravity of his words and the sincerity of his intentions.

Tears welled up in my eyes, my breath becoming shaky as emotions overwhelmed me. My lips quivered with the intensity of my longing. "I just want you. I need you right now," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

My heart pounding with anticipation and desire, knowing that in that moment, I was ready to surrender myself completely to him.

"If loving you means my destruction then let it be."

"I love you Simon." I said.

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[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor XI

chapter 11! read chapter 10 here

ever since jean came home you thought things would go back to normal and your feelings you thought you had for connie would subside. but they didn’t. in fact, it seemed as if they got stronger in the midst of his absence around the house because he wasn’t coming around as often as he was before. you didn’t know what changed on his end but today would be the first time you cared enough to find out.

“hey,” jean looked up from his laptop as you walked into his room.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“did you and connie like…fall out or something? he doesn’t come over like that anymore.”

“no we’re still cool, we just haven’t been talking as much. i hope he’s okay though, why?”

“just wondering, bye.” you left before he could ask you anything else. you had work later on that day but all you could think about was connie. it was like something in you ached for him and his presence and you hated it. you haven’t felt this way about anyone since your ex and you saw how that turned out.

but then you remembered you still had his number so you texted him and got a response immediately.

he was coming over after his shift and you hoped you’d be off work by then but then you had to get your thoughts straight because the only reason you were hoping to be off was to see a man. emotions and feelings genuinely scared you.

but unfortunately connie came by while you were finishing your shift at work so you didn’t get to see him. but you didn’t trip over it because you knew you’d see him some other time even if it was months from now until he showed up at your job while you were closing. you didn’t even remember telling him where you worked or what kind of hours you had.

“wassup.” connie walked in greeting you.

“aye man, we closed.” your coworker announced.

“i’m with her..” connie gestured to you, finishing up your task and walking over to him. from connie’s perspective, he didn’t know if you were happy to see him or not because your face was so unreadable.

“how’d you know what time i got off?”

“jean told me. went to see him today, remember?”

“right right, i forgot.”

“forgot? your memory is actually terrible.” he laughed and earned a playful shove from you in response.

“so you gonna introduce us or keep cupcaking in front of us like kids?” you introduced connie to your coworkers and gathered a great response to him collectively. since you’ve been working at your job for a while, your coworkers were like your friends because you talked to them whenever you had the time in between work tasks about whatever and they did the same to you.

when everyone exited the space for the night, you and connie were conversing by your car.

“i’m sorry for being gone for so long. i hope you didn’t think i was ghosting you or anything.”

“i just assumed you were busy anyway, it’s cool.” you lied. it wasn’t all that cool for you but of course you wasn’t gonna mention that to him.

“why do you do that?” he looked at you inquisitively

“do what?”

“brush off how you really feel. because i know it wasn’t cool that i just stopped talking to you like that.”

you debated on whether or not you should’ve told the truth about how you really felt for a change or if the situation was even serious enough.

“you’re right, it wasn’t cool. plus you stopped talking to jean too and

he—“ connie grabbed your hand, holding it softly like a delicate flower and caressing it with his fingertips.

“this isn’t about jean. you know that.” how he was looking at you really didn’t help your feelings outside to either. even in the dark, slightly brightened up by dimly lit street lights in the area, you could follow connie’s hazel eyes as they roamed you.

“then what is it about?” you pulled you hand away.

“you. how you feel.”

“it doesn’t matter. you’re talking to me now, right?”

“yeah—“

“then there’s nothing more to discuss. i’m just glad you saw jean today, i’m sure it gave him a peace of mind.”

“i’m glad i saw you today.” if you were a few shades lighter, the blush on your cheek would be more than visible.

“good…you going home right?”

“yeah, i was gonna ask if you wanted to come over my place.” you stared blankly at him.

“for what?”

“i don’t know, just to chill out i guess. i know you’ve never been so…” he was right. you barely went anywhere outside of your own space, let alone another man’s house.

you hummed before answering with words. “sure. i’ll follow you out.” a bright smile appeared on connie’s face which made you begin to wonder if there was a reason why he wanted you to come over.

you followed connie to his apartment, got out and went inside. you didn’t know what to expect but you hadn’t expected it to look so neat. even though it was a smaller space fit just enough for him, he didn’t make it look cluttered at all.

“¿te gusta?” he turned to you but you looked at him with confusion because of the spanish.

“what?” he laughed.

“do you like it?” you nodded.

“yeah. cleaner than i expected.” connie was visibly offended.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he crossed his arms.

“i expected you to be messy and unorganized. proved me wrong, i guess.” you shrugged.

“you guess…” connie plopped down on his couch and your body moved to follow him. “you’re so nonchalant. like have you ever given a fuck in your entire life?” no one has ever said anything like that to you before. you’re so used to people saying the opposite so this was a new observation.

“i have. and i’m not nonchalant, i just don’t be having a lot to say.” your voice got quiet towards the end of the sentence as you looked down at your hands.

“i understand. you just seem like you don’t really care for a lot of things.”

“i don’t.” you said bluntly

“but you just said you weren’t nonchalant.”

“that’s different.”

“no it’s not.”

“yes it is.”

“well…do you at least care about me?” connie looked at you as if he was making sure you wouldn’t escape his question, using only his eyes.

“in what way?” you met his gaze.

“any way.”

“any way?” you didn’t know if it was you or connie but your bodies were drawn closer to each other to the point where your nose nearly touched his and you could point out every freckle on his face.

“yeah.”

“i do…” connie’s hand moved up to gently caress your cheek. without even touching the rest of your body, that one movement shot bolts through you. you haven’t felt anything like that in a long time and you wondered how long it would last. why it was happening.

“really?”his voice adopted a softer tone as his face moved closer to yours. “show me.” as if it was on instinct, your lips moved to connect with connie’s. the kiss felt as magical as your first one was supposed to feel but then you realized that you might actually really love connie. more than you’ve ever really loved any man outside of family. his lips were soft like small peaches on his freckled face and his tongue swiped over yours effortlessly, as if any of this was meant to happen. at the time, neither of you had a care in the world and you wanted this moment to last forever but…nothing lasts forever.

“shit..” you picked up your ringing phone to answer jean. connie watched as you had a small conversation with your brother and hoped that you’d have enough balls to tell him you were staying longer instead of feeling guilty about upsetting him. now that he finally had a taste of you, he wasn’t sure he was willing to let it go.

“i’m gonna go…” a pout formed on connie’s face and you instantly felt bad. “jean was bout to worry himself to death when i didn’t call him when i got off. i’m sorry.” you gathered your things and stood up off the couch, walking towards the door with connie following behind.

“i understand, i’ll see you again tomorrow right?” you weren’t too sure.

“i don’t know, connie…” he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, gazing at you with pleading eyes.

“please?” you playfully rolled your eyes before standing on the tips of your toes to place a kiss on connie’s cheek.

“you’re such a child.”

“love you too. drive safe, text me.” you nodded before getting in lola and driving off.

love?

[jeeseth]

grumpy

pairing : park minju x fem!reader

summary : after not attending school for a week because of your fever, your girlfriend who is also the student council president has been living with a grey cloud with her.

genre : fluff, angsty, kinda nsfw at the end

cw/tw : men, harassing, violence, bruises and wounds.

“Good morning, y/n!” A bright Jeemin greeted you while hugging your side.

“Morning Jee!” You smiled lovingly, opening your arms so that Youngseo and Hyewon who was behind Jeemin can hug you too. You all shared a group hug before pulling away.

As you pulled away, Jeemin looked at you with her puppy eyes and pouted. You chuckled before caressing her cheeks.

“It’s been a while since I last saw you.” Jeemin muttered while fixing her hair.

“Sorry, I had a fever.” You chuckled awkwardly, scratching your not-so itchy nape.

You missed school last week because you had a severe fever. You didn't have enough energy to do anything, so you spent the entire week resting in bed. Your parents have already taken you to the clinic to get some medicine and have you checked out. You could hear a number of notifications from your phone, but you're so unwell that you can't even get it from beside the bed.

“I’m glad that you feel better now.” Youngseo smiled, patting your head afterwards. “But, I feel like someone is still in a bad mood since last week~” Youngseo giggled, you look up at her, feeling confused.

“Hm, I wonder why our students president was so grumpy last week?” Hyewon said, pretending to think.

You laughed and quickly realised what they meant. You feel bad for not informing your girlfriend that you're sick. Even your mother wondered whether you tell Minju about it or not, because you discovered that Minju had called your mom to asked why you didn’t came to school. You wouldn't be surprised if the notifications is all from her.

“She is?” You giggled as they all snapped their heads toward your direction.

“She’s like way grumpier than she already is!” Youngseo rolled her eyes playfully, remembering what happened last week.

They told you that last week, during the morning assembly, Minju won’t let them seat and suddenly her speeches were so damn long. You couldn’t believe it when they said that Minju was in her office all day long. Minju’s friends were also worried about that girl.

“Ay, there’s no way it’s all because of me-”

“It is!!” Your friend group and Minju’s friend group said in unison causing you to flinched.

“Where did you guys even came from?!?” You shrieked.

By the look of it, it seems like they were just passing by. You couldn’t help but to noticed that Minju isn’t with them, that’s weird.

“Uh, we were just passing by and couldn’t help but to eavesdrop y’all talking.” Yunah laughed out loud but then she stopped when Jeongeun slapped the back of her head.

“Talking about Minju, she’s still walking around with a grey cloud with her.” Jeongeun sighed, massaging her temples.

“Damn y/n, you really should go and talk to her asap. That girl isn’t even functioning properly since she’s so worried about you.” Jihyun said, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “Did you not tell her that you’re sick?”

You shakes your head, “no I didn’t, I was so sick that I can barely open my eyes.” You pouted.

“By the way, do you guys have any meetings today?” You asked Yunah, Jihyun and Jeongeun since they’re also in the student council.

“Nope, we don’t have any today.” Jeongeun said as you nodded in response.

“Don’t worry, you have the whole day to make it up to Minju. Just don’t do anything freaky in her office!” Yunah teased and went to her class with Jihyun and Jeongeun trailing behind her, bidding you guys goodbye. Your cheeks flushed a bright pink tint at what Yunah just said.

“It’s time for us to go too, let’s go!” Hyewon said, linking her arms with yours.

Your first and second periods went well, and you have virtually the same classes as Youngseo. Even if you were told to stop chatting so much, it was still enjoyable. It was recess, and you sat next to Jeemin, drinking your banana milk. You also brought an extra one for Minju, as you want to meet her when school finishes.

“You sure, y/n?” They asked, when you told them to just go home first without you later.

“Yeah, I planned on meeting Minju for a while. You guys can go first.” You smiled as they all nodded.

“Bye, y/n!” Jeemin waved at you and you waved back at her, before making your way to Minju’s office.

You were almost at her office when you ran into someone, forcing you to fall. "Ouch…" you winced. You sense a presence in front of you and look up to find two terrifying-looking students. Their uniform made it clear that they were not from around here. You thoughts were cut off when one of them grabbed you by your collar.

“My my, what a pretty lady like you doing here?” He chuckled as he let go off your collar.

“U-um, I just need to go to that office so please excuse me.” You said, attempting to walk away but was stopped by another man standing in front of you.

"Calm down, what's the hurry for?" He stated while looking at you with hunger and lust in his eyes. He looked around before bringing you closer to him, pressing your bodies together. And there's another man at your back. You swear you want to cry at this point.

“Hey, why not let’s have some fun hm?” He whispered and started caressing your body, you let out a whimper when the other man covered your mouth with his hands. Your tears were pouring out like a waterfall right now and you wished for nothing but someone or that specific someone to save you.

The man in front of you was about to touch you again, but before he could, he was pulled back roughly by the hair. You flinched but took the chance to bite the man at your back palms, causing him to let out a yelp. You were quick to run a little bit far away, and you tried your best to look through your wet eyelashes. And there you saw Minju throwing blow after blow to the both of them. Her shirt wasn’t tucked in, she threw her blazer somewhere else, and her tie was loosening a bit. Minju kept fighting before a teacher came and stopped her. It seems like it was the two dudes, teacher. He apologised to Minju and your principal before pulling his students away. The principal asked if Minju was okay, and she said she’s fine, before the principal left to settle with those two. 

Through your vision you saw Minju came to you and kneeled in front of you before picking you up in bridal style. You nuzzled your face in her necks and let her carry you to what felt like her office. She put you down on the sofa before going to close the door. She came back to you and kneeled in front of you with her hands caressing your thighs.

“Love,” she called out, and you hummed in response. You wiped your tears away and looked at her. You saw that her lips were bleeding and her temple was bruised with an ugly purple colour. 

You cupped her face, and she leaned into your warm palms. You peck her nose softly before standing up to take a medkit. A few moments later, you sat back down with a medicine kit in your hands. You patted the empty seats beside you as a sign to tell her to sit down. 

In silence, you carefully treated her wounds. You’re being extra careful with the one that’s still bleeding. Without realising it, you were so focused on treating Minju’s wound that you didn’t see that she was staring at you the whole time. You only realised that when you started treating her lips and making eye contact with her.

She smiled softly before you went back to treating her bruised lips like you weren’t completely flustered by that. “Stop it, i need to focus.”

She just chuckled quietly and continued staring at you until you’re done. You pull away and look at her wounds, looking a bit better than before.

“Um, don’t i get a kiss for being obedient?” Minju asked nonchalantly, making you roll your eyes.

“Is this really the grumpy president everyone been talking about?” You scoffed before laughing at how Minju’s pouting.

“Aw, come on…” she mumbled, intertwining your hands afterwards. You giggled quietly before pecking her lips.

You pull away and saw Minju still pouting. “Why? Is that not enough hm?”

“I want a kiss, and that’s only a peck.”

“Minju, your lips taste like ointment you know.”

“Tch, if you won’t kiss me then I will.” she smirked before pinning you down against the sofa.

Let’s just say, the ointment on her lips were no longer there for some, reasons.

a/n — i don’t really like this 😭 imma make another one soon as an apology ;)

[darth-mortem]

The next fic from my English lessons. Soap takes care of tired Ghost, who has returned from a solo mission, and does everything possible to relax him. 1338 words.

A lot of fluff and a little nsfw

Ghost returned to base late at night. He had been on a solo mission for over two weeks with almost no sleep, so he was very tired and just wanted to take a shower, clean his weapon, and fall onto the bed. Riley didn’t expect that someone would meet him, because it was impossible to move around the base at night without a pass. However, when the lieutenant got out of the helicopter, he immediately saw Soap, who was waving to him and smiling happily.

“Hey, Lt.!” The sergeant rushed to him and took his bag and a case with a sniper rifle. “I missed ye so much! Are ye solid?”

“Aye,” Ghost answered automatically, and then shook his head. “What are you doing here, Johnny?”

“I'm meeting ye,” Soap answered, rolling his eyes. “Dinnae be so silly, Si! C'moan, it’s cold out ‘ere!”

MacTavish was the first to leave the airstrip, taking Riley’s stuff, so he had no choice but to follow. Of course the lieutenant was glad to see Johnny, but he also understood that the restless sergeant wouldn’t let him rest, and that made him sad.

When Ghost found himself in his room, he saw that his bed had already been prepared for sleep, and a towel, neatly folded clean clothes, and a balaclava were lying on its edge. Riley didn’t like that MacTavish was here without him and rummaging through the closet, but he knew that Johnny had good intentions, so he didn’t focus on it.

"Mibbie, ye want tae tak’ a shower?” Soap asked with a cheerful smile on his lips. “I see that yer tired, sae I’ll help ye.”

And he took the towel and Ghost’s clothes, denying him the opportunity to protest. So Riley took off his bulletproof vest and other tactical gear, and together they walked down the corridor of the residential block, which was empty and quiet at this time.

The shower room was locked at night, but the lieutenant had a key. He and Johnny walked into a small locker room, and Riley sat down heavily on the bench, feeling his whole body ache with fatigue. Meanwhile, Soap put folded clothes next to him, locked the door, and walked up to Ghost from behind, placing his hands on the lieutenant’s shoulders.

“Tired, mah m’eudail?” Johnny asked kindly, gently massaging Simon’s tense muscles. “Let me help ye, aye?”

“Aye,” Ghost agreed, gradually relaxing.

Soap carefully removed the skull mask from Simon’s head. Then he bent down, wrapped his arms around Ghost, and unzipped his tactical fleece. Johnny wasn’t hurrying, because all this was new to them both. They had only recently started their relationship, and Ghost still had trust issues from time to time. Sometimes he refused to take off his mask, and sometimes he shied away from being touched. Johnny already knew something about what Simon had to go through in the past, so he took his time and didn’t ask questions. Now he was slowly removing Ghost’s clothes so that the lieutenant would have time to stop Soap if it became uncomfortable.

“Do ye want me tae take a shower with ye?” Johnny asked as he walked around Ghost and bent down to unbuckle his belt and pants.

“Not today.” Riley shook his head. “I’m tired as hell.”

Soap nodded and tried to help Simon get up, but as soon as his hands touched the lieutenant’s sides, he flinched and giggled nervously. Blinking his eyes in surprise, Johnny grinned and deliberately tickled Ghost’s ribs.

“Stop this!” The lieutenant exclaimed, annoyed but unable to stop laughing.

“Och, nope!” Soap declared, chuckling too. “If this’ th’ only way tae see yer charming smile, I won’t stop!”

“Johnny, please!” Unable to laugh anymore, Ghost jumped to his feet and grabbed MacTavish, pinning his arms to his body.

Soap looked into the lieutenant’s eyes, and he bent his head and kissed the sergeant’s lips. Johnny immediately relaxed, stopped thrashing, and sighed sweetly, pressing his whole body against Simon. They stood like that for a few minutes, then Ghost stepped back and took off his pants, socks, and boxers, wrapping a towel around his thighs.

“Do ye want me tae pick up yer dirty clothes and make ye some coffee while yer in th’ shower” Soap asked, starring at the almost naked lieutenant.

“Tea,” he answered, turned around, and went to the shower room.

“Fuckin’ Brits,” Johnny snorted, and started picking up Simon’s dirty clothes.

When Ghost, dressed in clean clothes and a soft skull balaclava, entered his room, he found a cup of tea steaming on his desk and Johnny half-lying in his bed. He was shirtless, and something told Riley that he was without pants under the blanket as well.

“Dinnae look at me like that,” Soap said, and smiled cheerfully. “I just decided tae warm yer bed while ye drink yer tea, and...”

“No milk,” Simon interrupted.

“What?” Johnny was confused, blinking his eyes.

“There’s no milk in my tea,” the lieutenant repeated. “And you know that I like it with milk.”

“Yeah, but th'day I added something else,” MacTavish said, “a lot o’ love ‘n’ a little brandy.”

“Well,” Ghost lifted the edge of his balaclava over the bridge of his nose, sipped his tea, and smiled, “it’s acceptable.”

It didn’t take Riley long to finish his tea; he didn’t wash his cup and clean his weapon, as he originally planned. All this can be done tomorrow, when Johnny isn’t waiting in bed, ready to hug and protect Simon from all his nightmares. The lieutenant turned off the light, took off his balaclava, hoodie, and black T-shirt, then approached the bed and crawled under the blanket, finding himself in Soap’s warm and tender embrace. Resting his head cozily on the sergeant’s chest, Ghost started to drift off to sleep, listening to Johnny’s heartbeat. But suddenly he felt Soap’s hand on his thigh and then in his pants.

“I’m really very tired,” Riley muttered sleepily.

“Ye dinnae have tae do anything, Lt.” Soap whispered gently and touched Ghost’s short hair with his lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of ye.”

Riley did just that. He made himself more comfortable and felt Johnny’s warm fingers pull down his pants and underwear and wrap around his cock. Despite his fatigue, Ghost felt excited and closed his eyes, giving in to the enjoyable sensations. Soap moved his hand slowly and gently, feeling Simon shiver from time to time with pleasure.

“Faster,” Simon whispered hoarsely, and Johnny smiled, fulfilling his request.

Ghost’s breathing became more frequent. He hugged Soap, pulling him close, and the sergeant pressed his lips against Riley’s neck. He felt the jagged scars and ran his tongue over them gently as he continued to move his hand over Ghost’s cock.

Simon moaned quietly, which sent goosebumps up Johnny’s back. Normally the lieutenant was silent, but now he was too tired to hold back. He couldn’t even move to caress Johnny, who missed him and probably wanted it. However, MacTavish didn’t complain and, on the contrary, was satisfied with Ghost’s state, when he could only moan and melt with pleasure in his skillful arms.

“Hey, Si,” Johnny whispered, biting the lieutenant's ear lightly, “I want ye tae cum. Will ye do it for me?”

Ghost groaned louder, hearing these words and feeling Soap’s hand start to move on his cock faster and sharper. He shuddered again, clawed his fingers into Johnny’s shoulders, and came, arching and straining with his whole strong, stocky body.

“Ye were fuckin’ beautiful, Lt.” Soap grinned and reached for the wet wipes lying on the nightstand.

“Johnny, please…” Ghost exhaled.

“What?” MacTavish asked, gently wiping him and his own hand.

“Shut... the fuck up.” Riley muttered sleepily and lazily pulled up his clothes.

“Aye, I love ye too,” Johnny said cheerfully. “Good night, mah m’eudail.”

Ghost didn’t answer because he was already asleep. So Soap messed around, settling in his strong arms like a little spoon, and closed his eyes too, feeling himself absolutely safe and happy. 

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Back Again -Pedri González

Summary: After 65 days out, your boyfriend's back where he belongs, still you can't help but worry for his recent injury once more when he gets fouled.

"PEDRI, PEDRI, PEDRI" You and the crowd where chanting your boyfriend's name over and over again after seeing him warm up during the begginings of the second half against Atlético de Madrid

"He's waiting" You hear Fer, Pedro's brother tell you as your eyes went back to the number 8. You smiled cheering the moment, Ferran clapped his hands with Pedri's, the latter one running in the pitch

"He's back!" You cheered like a school girl for him, Fer laughing at you, you hugged his arm moving him around a bit, he was looking down at his phone watching the video he just took.

Your screams could be heard and so were the audience's ones.

"I'm feeling over the moon" You mumbled "I dont even care if we win or if we don't. I'm just glad, he's back. I'm happy he's happy. I'm happy he's back. I'm gonna explode from the happiness I'm feeling for him" You said tears threating to spill from your eyes, you shook your head "I-" You laughed looking down, tears escaping

"You're crying?" You nod feeling Fer hug you whlist laughing "Don't worry, cariño. He's back for good, he's Pepi, no one can stop him" You smiled

"I never want to see him so sad and defeated like he used to be lately. He looked like a lost puppy and I just don't-" You cut yourself off, crying.

"He's fine, love. He's fine" Fer kissed your hairline as he hugged you "He's back and we are all happy for it" You nod "Now, wipe those tears, if he sees you like this, he will kill me thinking I did something to you" You laughed "and let's cheer for that tonto and see if he can score on his return" You sniffed wiping your tears and fixing your Barca jersey, the yellow kit with the 8 on your back.

Even though Barcelona was winning they seemed a bit lost that was until Pedri came in and the game did an incredible change.

You were feeling so proud you couldn't contain yourself. Everything was good until you saw that Atlético player foul Pedri pretty rude and bad.

You gasped standing up from your seat, heart ready to go out from your mouth and soul ready to leave your body too. You were feeling like you were going to pass out, you paled and prayed it was just a mere foul, not something big that could get him out for another uncertain amount of time, praying that nothing happened with his injury, that he was alright. You just got him back there.

You couldn't see properly who but you did see some of Pedri's teammates get close to him asking him if he was alright, which you could guess he said yes because he was soon up and kept on playing.

"No! No! Is he alright? Please tell me he's alright. I'm gonna pass out. Fernando please tell me he's good. Can't feel my legs... Or heart for that matter"

"Hey, you calm down" He said passing you a bit of Gatorade as you chunked it down all the way "He's good, he's good. He's looking at us now" Your eyes danced to find Pedri and once you did he gave you a thumbs up as you smiled back at him and blew him a kiss.

"Ay, ave María purísima, gracias al cielo, señor, he's alright" You said quickly nodding several times to make yourself believe he was alright

"He is" Fer reassured you nodding

The game went on as if nothing had happened, when Gavi dribbled among five players and passed the ball to Pedri, who quickly as soon as he touched it, he kicked it inside the net. The whole Camp Nou stadium roared, screamed and cheered. He officially sealed his comeback.

Pedri ran towards you were seated and after he put his glasses back on, he made your initial and sent you a kiss "Te quiero" You read his lips and smiled clapping for him

"Y yo a ti" You mouthed back watching him smile and be hugged by his teammates.

Soon the match was over 2-0, goals by Ferran and Pedri. Pedri was proclaimed as the MVP of the match, making you incredibly happy.

After a while, you were waiting for the team to step out of their changing room or most likely, for your boyfriend to come out

"You'll make a hole on the ground" Fer's voice snapped you back to life and blushed a bit stopping your leg movement

"Sorry" You let out a breath combined with a laughter"I just wanna see him"

"And you can see me" Your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you, making you turn around instantly.

His smile greeted you, his beautiful and rosy cheeks were still making an appearance, his hair wet from the shower. You were taking him in when Fer's laugh pulled you out of your thoughts

"¡Venga, hermanito!" Fer yelled "Congratulations, you did good out there"

"Missed a few balls here and there" Pedri said frustrated but you shook your head

"Nothing the team and you couldn't handle" Fer smiled "Really happy for you to be back hermanito"

"Gracias Fer" Pedro said smiling before turning his attention back to you "Cat got your tongue?" He joked a bit coming over to hug you.

Suddenly all you could remember was when that Atleti player fouled Pedri and images of him once more on the ground filled your eyes and head

"Are you okay?" You whisper-asked grabbing his cheeks, inspecting him. His hands went to your waist while nodding with a smile on "Are you sure? Nothing hurts? No strains? All good?" To each of your questions, Pedro nodded or shook his head smiling

"I am good, bonita" He smiled "Everything good" His grip on your waist tightening "Saw you were a bit nervous"

"Nervous?" You laughed separating a bit from him "I shitted my pants, González. Didn't wanted anything bad happening to you once more. Can't stand seeing you so down like you used to be around the house and you want to play so badly and no one can bear another Barca injury" Pedri laughed

"I'm good, I promise" You smiled watching his beautiful brown eyes

"Then... Congratulations, MVP" He laughed leaning down to kiss you properly

"Goal was for you... Like always" You giggled

"Loved it, thank you" Your hands went to his hair playing with it "and loved seeing you with your glasses back on"

"Missed it" He declared as you smiled at each other. You leaned closer and kissed his lips

"Bro... Sis" Fer interrupted you making you laugh "Gotta go have to work early tomorrow. But congrats once more, hermanito. Really proud of you and love you" Pedri smiled hugging Fer

"Thanks hermano. Love you too" Fer turned around and hugged you too "Cálmate que él está bien, que no te de otro patatus" (Calm yourself down, he's alright. We don't want another attack for you) You both laughed talking about your almost-passing-out moment.

You both watched when Fer left when you felt Pedri's hands on your waist once more

"So... You're okay?" You asked again gaining a laugh from him as he nodded

"I'm good, bonita. Promise you. So good, I scored tonight" He smirked "And hopefully I'll score a few more later on" You blushed immediately getting his reference and pulled yourself closer to him

"Can't wait for it, lindo"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[secr3tlover]

Dancing with You

pairing: 1610!miles morales/fem!latina!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1,058

warnings: nothing that i can think of tbh?

summary: reader and miles are in an established relationship, there’s a roof party happening at miles’ house and they sneak out to a more private area :)

fyi: i’m latina so all the spanish should be absolutely correct 👍 i didn’t translate but google translate is only a couple clicks away for any non-spanish-speaking readers

“Ay! Mierda.” You exclaimed as you accidentally tripped over your shoelaces, climbing up the stars to the roof of the Morales’ building. You had gone downstairs to get a drink, only to find out that they were out of Coca-Cola, so you figured you’d just settle for the punch they had back on the roof—although you had a sneaking suspicion Tia Marta had spiked it.

Tying your shoes quickly you burst open through the door, out onto the fresh air of the roof. You were glad to get out of the tight staircase, filled with cob webs and bad energy. Not that you were doing much during the party anyways. You were waiting for Miles, your boyfriend, who was running a little late due to being held up by his Spider-Man duties.

He had revealed his identity to you a couple months ago, your immediate reaction being shock but then settling. You were very understanding, and when he confided in you that he was nervous about how his parents would react, you encouraged him to tell them. They’d reacted similarly to you at first, shocked, then a bit angry at the deception, but accepting. Telling them was better for him anyways, they understood his tardiness at times and his responsibilities not only as a student but as the caretaker of the city.

You were brought back out of your reverie by a buzzing coming from your back pocket. Pulling your phone out as you were walking to the drinks table, you saw the incoming message.

Almosr therd, ser yiu soom

Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you replied back.

oye! no swinging while texting!

As the message finally sent through, you heard the door bursting open behind you. Turning around, you saw Miles still fidgeting with his shoe, hopping on one leg in your direction.

“Miles!” You beamed happily, smiling and rolling your eyes at his foolishness.

“Hey baby.” He piped as he finally caught up to you. He slipped his hands around your waist and lower back, giving you a chaste kiss before pulling away.

“Where are our parents?” He questioned, looking around for them while still keeping his hands on your waist.

“They’re over there, making conversation I guess. Do you wanna go say hi to them?” You replied, offering the option.

He looked down at you, “I probably should… or,” He leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling you, “we could sneak away?”

“Sneak away? Miles acabas de llegar!” You chastised.

“Not that far! Just up there. Cmon…” He pointed up to to a little area covered by a bulky-looking roof, away from everyone, trying to convince you.

Well… you guys didn’t have to be gone for that long, just a little while. Plus, once everybody saw he was here you’d never get any alone time with him…

“Fine.” You sighed, shaking your head at how easily you caved. “Awesome! Dale cmon, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling you through the crowd of people as quickly and discreetly as possible. As you were walking you saw him sneakily swipe a plate of croquetas and galletas de soda. Grinning and rolling your eyes, you continued to be pulled by him until you finally arrived to the little secluded area.

It was way quieter up here, although the low bustle of the party and the music could still be heard pretty clearly.

He set the plate of food down on the railing and leaned against it, pulling you into him. You placed your hands on his chest as he wrapped one hand around yours.

“You look pretty today, I mean-“ He stumbled over his words. “You look pretty everyday, but you look extra pretty today.” You smiled, your face getting red and leaned your head against his chest, your arms going to wrap around his middle.

“I missed you today.” You mumbled into his sweater. “Me too mi sol, me too.” He replied, sighing in content at having you in his arms, pressing a kiss onto your head. You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.

Eventually you pried yourself from his arms, leaning against the railing next to him and munching on the food you brought. For a while you both talked about your day, making jokes about the people at the party, teasing each other, having an easy conversation.

“Wait why didn’t Ganke call dispatch again?” You reiterated in question.

“Something about not wanting to be my ‘guy in the chair’ because the old Spider-Man’s ‘guy in the chair’ turned into a lizard… I told him I wouldn’t let that happen but he just said Peter Parker said the same.” He said, frowning, obviously still a little salty about the situation.

You snorted, “Poor baby,” Going up to him to pinch his cheeks, you shot him a sympathetic smile “It’s okay, you don’t need a guy in the chair anyways. You’ve got me, and your parents.” He grabbed one of your hands, placing a light kiss on it. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours, opening his mouth to say something before, “Oh my gosh! Miles! I love this song!” You shouted in joy as ‘Ven Devorame Otra Vez’ flooded your ears.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the center of the area, “Dance with me! Please…” You pleaded.

“Okay, okay!” He chuckled, letting you pull him. He placed one hand on your waist and held your other next to your shoulders, in the typical couple position for salsa. You guys started dancing to the simple salsa steps, him performing them with ease now as you had taught him not long ago, that whole day spent in your room with salsa music blasting, you both laughing and correcting his missteps.

As the song got more lively you started doing more intricate but fun turns and spins, laughing and dancing to the beat of the music. You continued dancing, him missing a couple steps every now and then but you just shaking your head at him.

“I think your salsa teacher wasn’t very good…” You joked, as he missed another step by accident.

As the end of the song approached, you did one last spin, him ending it with a dip, surprising you. “Nah, fue perfecta.”

[snailvee]

Luis survives and escapes Spain with Leon. However, he isn’t exactly prepared to meet Chris Redfield.

As soon as Chris saw Leon, he walked towards him quickly and enveloped him in his arms. He was always worried about him on missions where they didn’t work together, and it was comforting to see him alive in the flesh. Leon hugged back, if not more hesitantly than usual. Maybe Chris was just imagining things.

As he pulled back, he noticed the man standing next to Leon. He had longer dark hair and, in Chris’s opinion, a rather ridiculous leather jacket.

“Ay Leon, you didn’t tell me tú tienes un novio! O un esposo perhaps?” The man said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into Leon’s.

Leon rolled his eyes and huffed, ignoring the comment.

“Luis, this is Chris. Chris, Luis. He’s the reason Ashley and I are alive.” Leon looked from Chris back to Luis, his fondness for him hidden under the guise of appreciation. The softer look didn’t go unnoticed by Chris, who narrowed his eyes slightly as he addressed Luis.

“Good to meet you. Thank you for helping Leon.” His thanks were honest, but there was still some suspicion in his words.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine, señor. Just glad we’re back in one piece.” Luis seemed to sense Chris’s distrust, and he definitely caught the frown that started to form on his face as he wrapped an arm around Leon.

“Yeah, of course.” Chris said hurriedly, drawing closer to Leon and putting a hand on his other shoulder, not-so-subtly trying to pull him away from Luis’s hold.

“Are you injured? Did the medical staff look you over already? Have you already gone in to recount the mission? Is there–”

“Chris. I’m okay. everything’s alright.” Leon placed a hand on Chris’s arm and smiled up at him reassuringly. 

Chris’s face softened and the adoration in his eyes was clear as day to Luis, who adopted a frown similar to the one Chris wore earlier before quickly shaking it off. He couldn’t let either of them know he was bothered by their closeness, how comfortable they were in each other’s presence.

“Well, do you have a place to crash?” Chris asked, doing his best to resist the urge to bring his hand from Leon’s shoulder to his face and brush the hair from his eyes.

“I mean I was just going to go to the apartment, but if you’re staying there too you and Luis can take the bedrooms and I’ll take the couch. No big deal.” Leon shrugged, then tilted his head a bit.

“It is okay if Luis stays there too right? I know it’s usually just a place for us to crash but I’d much rather have him with me there than send him off to a random hotel.” Leon glanced over at Luis, who quickly hid the remaining jealousy present on his face.

“That’s fine, but you’re taking a bed. You just got back, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Chris replied.

“Oh not to worry, no one will have to sleep on the couch! Sancho and I can just share a bed, yes?” Luis said, leaning even further into Leon’s side.

“I – we can figure out the sleeping situation when we get there. Let’s just go.” Leon muttered, ducking his head and slipping out of both Luis and Chris’s grasps. He started walking towards the parking garage, not looking back to see if the other two were following.

The second Leon was out of earshot, both men turned to each other slowly, Chris’s face was pinched in annoyance, while Luis tried to keep up his easy smile as he started to talk.

“He’s something else, isn’t he.” Luis said, eyes trailing back to Leon as he walked away.

“Yeah. I would know, we’ve been working together for years. And stop looking at his ass, you’re not subtle.” Chris was trying not to sound possessive but it wasn’t working out too well.

“Nothing wrong with looking, señor. But maybe I’d take you more seriously if you weren’t looking too.” Luis raised an eyebrow, looking back at Chris.

Chris huffed, not meeting his gaze. 

“Just don’t get too far ahead of yourself. Let’s go.” Chris all but glowered as he finally started following after Leon. 

Luis rolled his eyes and followed as well. He could tell the next few days were going to be interesting, especially if the three of them would be staying together in the same apartment. Even so, he was almost enticed by the lure of this newfound rivalry. Was it rather childish for them to be fighting over Leon, especially so passive aggressively so as not to upset him in the process? Probably. But it was also pretty fun, and Leon was definitely worth fighting for.

Eventually they all made it to the car and made the drive to the apartment in relative silence. Chris hopped out quickly, climbing the stairs and fishing his keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door, holding it open for Leon who smiled and rolled his eyes as he walked past. Chris let go of the door and slipped inside quickly, hearing a grunt as Luis caught the closing door with his hand. It was an extremely petty move, but it made Chris smile to himself as he followed Leon into the apartment.

It was small but still nice, just a place for Chris and Leon to stay between missions. They were never here for very long at a time and even less often here together, but it was still comforting to come back to. 

“I’m showering first, there’s blood in my hair and I smell like shit.” Leon said as he tugged off his boots and made his way to the bathroom. The door shut behind him and suddenly Chris and Luis were left alone together again.

Chris purposely ignored Luis in favor of snagging a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from one of the kitchen drawers and making his way to the small balcony. He lit one and held it to his lips, taking a drag and breathing out both smoke and a sigh of relief.

“Ah, you smoke too? Does Leon get on your case about it as well?” Luis’s voice came from beside him as he unceremoniously tugged the pack from Chris’s hand, pulling his own lighter out of his pocket.

“You know, the first thing I ever said to him was asking for a smoke. Nothing short of a miracle he didn’t leave me then and there, but I suppose I am just irresistible.” Luis said, grinning before lighting and taking a drag of his own cigarette.

Chris looked over at him, intended to make a witty remark before he saw the lighter Luis was twirling between his fingers. It was a small detail, but still more than enough to catch Chris’s attention – the symbol of Umbrella engraved into the metal.

Chris moved before he could even think, grabbing Luis’s arms to restrain him and pushing him against the balcony’s sliding door, already reaching for his knife with his other hand. Luis wasn’t weak by any means, but Chris had more muscle on him and his stab wound wasn’t fully healed, to say the least.

A cry of pain tore itself out of Luis’s mouth as he was knocked against the door, chest throbbing at the impact and hands twisted behind him in Chris’s grip.

“What the fuck?” He yelled, planting his feet and trying to keep his balance as the pain bolted through him.

“I should be asking you! Why the fuck does your lighter have the symbol of Umbrella?” Chris shouted, not loosening his hold at all as Luis struggled.

Before he could reply, a door slammed open and Leon came running towards the balcony with only a towel wrapped around his waist. There was fury in his eyes as he took in the situation, and fear behind that as he saw the pained look on Luis’s face.

“What the fuck are you doing Chris, get the hell off of him!” Leon yelled, coming closer to try and separate them himself.

“He’s with Umbrella Leon, get back!” Chris yelled back, tightening his grip even more.

“He’s not, just let go and I – we – can explain, you’re hurting him, stop!” Leon said, pushing Chris away and drawing Luis close to himself. Chris didn’t stop him, couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on Leon despite the anger and fear coursing through him. Leon led Luis to the couch, gently sitting him down and pulling off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt to inspect his wound.

Chris didn’t move, standing shakily on the balcony with his hands balled into fists at his sides. He couldn’t process what he was seeing, Leon knelt in front of Luis, the enemy, tending to him and ignoring Chris, ignoring the danger at hand.

Leon seemed to sense Chris starting to open his mouth, because he turned towards him with a pleading look.

“I promise I’ll tell you everything, no one is in danger. Just – trust me. Please.” Leon said, voice getting softer and trailing off. A thousand thoughts and emotions seemed to pass behind Chris’s eyes but he did as he was told, sliding the balcony door closed behind him and taking a seat on the ground next to Leon, unable to fully shake off the feeling that Luis was going to hurt him.

“Mierda –” Luis cursed under his breath as Leon made sure the wound hadn’t reopened. Once he was satisfied with his inspection, he carefully buttoned up his shirt and turned to face Chris.

“Luis used to work for Umbrella, but he left as soon as he realized what his work was really being used for. They tricked him, made him think he was helping people. He didn’t know, Chris. It’s not his fault. He’s not with them.” Leon said softly, eyes never leaving Chris’s. 

Chris’s shoulders slumped and his eyes lowered, unable to keep Leon’s gaze.

“I’m sorry, I believe you, I was just so scared I moved before I could think and–” His throat constricted, stopping him from saying anything else.

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I should have expected you both to start smoking the second I left, huh?” Leon cracked a wry smile, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Chris let out a strained chuckle and smiled back, nodding at Leon. The adrenaline was fading and he was now acutely aware of Leon’s state of undress, eyes wandering down over his chest before snapping back up to his face.

“I – I’m gonna go shower now.” Chris said, averting his eyes from Leon entirely and standing up quickly, fighting to keep the emotions off his face as he made his way to the bathroom. Leon’s expression morphed into one of surprise at Chris’s abrupt exit, but he tried not to dwell on it as he turned to Luis.

Luis had stayed silent during their exchange, both not wanting to interrupt them and afraid if he tried to speak everything would go wrong again. Leon’s words echoed in his head – “it’s not his fault.”

“Hey, are you alright?” Leon asked softly, hand moving to rest on Luis’s calf as he was still kneeling in front of him. Luis nodded mutely, still not trusting his mouth to not betray him.

“I’ll go grab bandages and we can redress your wound.” Leon said as he stood up, turning around and walking to the kitchen. Luis found himself staring at Leon again as he walked away, this time at the planes of his back and how his shoulders moved under his skin. After a moment, Luis dropped his head back against the couch and let out a long sigh as he listened to Leon footsteps.

He didn’t know if he could handle Leon’s hands on his chest again, let alone Leon kneeling down in front of him for a second time. He knew it wasn’t the time to be focusing on such things, but he couldn’t help himself. Besides, Chris hadn’t done much better. He’d barely tried to hide his gaze at Leon’s chest. Luis chuckled to himself thinking about what Chris might be up to in the shower right now.

“What’s so funny?” Leon said standing in front of him, now dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Luis hadn’t noticed him return, too preoccupied with his own thoughts.

“Oh nothing, Prince Charming. I’m lucky to have you here to patch me up.” he said, winking at Leon. 

Instead of laughing, Leon’s brow furrowed and he let his gaze drift to the side.

“I’m sorry he went after you like that. He was just scared. Umbrella’s caused him a lot of pain, he has his right to be angry. I’m sorry I didn’t clear things up soon enough. I could’ve prevented that.” Leon was angry at himself more than anything, he didn’t blame either of the others.

“Hey, don’t say that. I don’t think anyone was in the wrong here, no? Besides, we worked it out. Everything’s okay, cariño.” The word slipped from Luis’s mouth before he could process what he’d said. 

Leon didn’t mention it, sat down beside Luis on the couch. Luis thought he could see a light blush on his cheeks, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

“Not going to patch me up after all, then?” Luis asked, noting the lack of bandages as Leon sat down.

“Oh, well I figured you should probably shower before we put clean bandages on. I can help you take these ones off though.” Leon said, already leaning forward to start unbuttoning Luis’s shirt again. 

“Ah, so smart Sancho. Guess there’s some brains to go with that brawn after all.” Leon huffed out a laugh at the comment, not looking up from his task. 

“You didn’t think I was smart before? How rude.” Leon replied, but Luis was no longer listening. Chris had stepped out of the bathroom and was watching the two of them on the couch.

Luis hesitated only for a second before deciding what to do. Maybe it was petty, but he felt like he deserved to be a little petty after his earlier scuffle with Chris. So he reached his hand up to cup Leon’s cheek, tilting his face up to meet his gaze.

“Gracias, hermoso. You’re so good to me.” Luis said, soft enough to be tender while still loud enough from Chris to hear. Before he could even look up to gauge his reaction, he heard heavy footsteps stomping away from the living room.

Leon took the chance to break eye contact between them, turning as he heard the sound. Luis could definitely see him blushing this time, and he smiled to himself. 

“Suppose the shower’s free now.” Leon said, getting up from the couch. He flashed a smile at Luis before heading into the kitchen to throw the old bandages away.

Luis smiled back, picking himself up and making his way to the bathroom. He couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the reactions he’d gotten from both Leon and Chris.

Once Luis had closed the door behind him, Leon let out a small sigh of relief. Nothing had gone how he’d planned today, but things were okay now for the most part. All he really wanted to do now was sleep. He started walking to the couch before remembering Chris’s words from earlier. He knew he was serious about not letting him sleep on the couch, so he turned and headed to one of the bedrooms instead.

As he came through the door, he spotted Chris sitting on the bed staring out the window. Leon walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, causing Chris to jump slightly before looking up and seeing that it was him. 

“Sorry to surprise you, but not everyone has shit stealth like you y’know.”  Leon said, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. Chris relaxed as he looked up at him, smiling back and rolling his eyes.

“Hey, why so mean?.” Chris replied with a smile of his own, scooting over to give Leon room to sit down on the bed.

His face fell a little bit as he glanced away from Leon.

“I’m really sorry, I just freaked out when I saw it. Couldn’t think, wasn’t even really aware of what I was doing until I already had my hands on him.” Chris said softly.

“I know, I know. I don’t blame you and I doubt Luis does either. We worked it out, didn’t we?” Leon said, parroting what Luis had told him earlier. 

The image of Luis cupping Leon’s face in his hand flashed in front of Chris’s eyes, but he tried not to show his frustration.

“Yeah, yeah we did.” He said, looking back at Leon.

“I’m glad you’re here. Not just glad you’re back, I mean I am, but glad you’re here. With me. I – I missed you.” Chris admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“I missed you too.” Leon replied, his hand finding Chris’s and giving it a small squeeze. “Let’s get some rest now, yeah? I’ll take a bed, don’t worry” Leon said before Chris could interject. He squeezed his hand one more time before standing up and walking away into the other bedroom.

Leon was out nearly the second his head hit the pillow, barely pulling the covers over himself before he was unconscious. He drifted off thinking about Luis’s hand on his face and Chris’s hand holding his, and hoped his sleep would be nightmare free.

[jusalle]

☆ Neymar Imagine ☆

• reunite •

(This was a request but I couldn't find it but I hope yall enjoy! and send more suggestions plz 💚🤍)

You and Neymar were always together no matter what. Wherever you were he was right by your side. It was rare if somone saw you guys not together in public.

But unfortunately that changed when the Pandemic happend. You and Ney both wanted to still stay with eachother but it simply couldn't happend cause since he always traveling to different places it's a high risk you could get sick. Plus Neymar didn't want you getting sick so you both decide to separate.

Yes, it was difficult at the beginning, you two always called every single day and kept in contact but thankfully in the end it worked out well.

You've hadn't seen Ney for almost 2 years. Also since now the pandemic is over you decided to go to one of Ney's wc games.

Also your good friend Paqueta is helping you arrange meeting Ney.

You already flew out and now your sitting in your seat waiting for the game to start in a couple minutes.

You start to hear loud cheering and you look up from your phone and see both teams come out on to the field.

You recognized Richarlison, Silva, Casemiro, Júnior and many others.

Then you saw the one and only Neymar Jr.

You began just staring at him while they did there anthem, you've missed him so much.

The game had started and I would say it was definitely somthing.

At the 7th minute Júnior made an amazing goal.

Then at 13th minute Ney made a penalty which made you happy

Little after that Richarlison made a goal

Then your good friend Paqueta made an amazing goal to.

After that half time started as you began walking down the steps and see Paqueta.

"Hello Y/n, your looking stunning as ever" Paqueta said with a smile on his face

"Hi Paqueta and thank you"

"You ready to meet Ney after 2 long years?" Paqueta said grinning like child

You simply nodded yes as your body began to get nervous to see Ney after so long.

You guys began walking towards the benches and see everyone on the team. They just smiled sweetly and waved at you, you guessed since they didn't say nothing Paqueta told them to be quiet so they don't ruin the suprise.

Then at the end of the benches you see Neymar. You felt your knees began to feel so weak.

You notice Ney's shirt was over his head so he couldn't see anything. So you took the chance and sat next to him.

You tapped his shoulder

"Richarlison I swear to God if you keep doing that I will slap you" Ney said calmly

You felt your chest tighten, you've heard his voice on calls and stuff but in person...it's it's so long since you've last heard it.

You tap him again

"Richarlison I'm not afraid to-" He stopped mid sentence as he took his shirt off his head turned where you were.

His face was in disbelief and you began to chuckle at his face.

"Hey Meu Amor, long time no see eh" you said softly as you smiled widely at him

He didn't say anything as he wraps his hands around your waist and puts his face at the crook of your neck.

"Você não sabe o quanto eu senti sua falta meu amor" Ney said whispering into your ear

(You don't know how much I missed you my love)

"I know Ney, I'm glad I'm able to see you again. After 2 years Ney" you said softly running your hands through his hair

He continues to stare at you and take in your features, then he brings you into a welcoming gentle kiss.

He started to get more passionate in the kiss and more aggressive and you could already sense the desire in it but you knew you and him were infront of millions of people so you stopped it before it gets out of hand.

"Why did you stop Meu Amor?" Ney said confused

"Ney, were infront of alot of people right now Amor" you chuckled at him

"Oh right my bad" He said embarrassed as his face began to warm up

His friends began snickering at him as he just tells them to shut up.

"Aye Ney half time is over we gotta go" Richarlison said

Once Ney heard that he looked at you and smiled

"I'll be rooting for you Ney" you said softly

"It's nice to have you back Meu Amor" he whispered into your ear

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HELLO my lovelies once again. I know this one is eh I hope it's not that bad 🧍‍♀️ but I hope yall enjoy this one ALSO give more suggestions plz 💚

[grimmswan]

Dracula in Storybrooke ch 8 final chapter

@cssns

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer

Once Upon A Time: Captain Swan: Emma Swan/Killian Jones

“You weren’t tempted by the prospect of immortality? Not even once?” Killian asked as they made their way out of the caves.

“The idea of living forever? Watching everyone I love die?” Emma shook her head “No. I’ve seen what living for centuries has done to you and Gold. You, at least, were in Neverland, surrounded by your crew. No one around you even aged. Gold never formed a bond with anyone. That’s probably what darkened his heart a lot faster. He’s lived for centuries, and still doesn’t understand friendship, and love. I don’t ever want that kind of existence.”

Meeting up with her parents, Emma saw that everyone Dracula had turned was back to being human.

David, seeing his daughter and her boyfriend, eyed Killian with scrutiny. “Are you back to your normal self?”

“Aye, I’m back to my usual extraordinary self.” Killian grinned.

“I’m so glad that you both are alright.” Snow hugged Emma and Killian. “It’s a relief that the theory that everyone would be human again once we got rid of Dracula was right. He is gone, right?”

Emma nodded. “Nothing but dust. We won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

“Now we’ll only have to worry about the next villain who will pop up in this town.” David sighed “But, that’s a worry for another day. Today, we celebrate our victories.”

“I think we should get Henry, and Regina, and have burgers and milkshakes at Granny's,” Snow proclaimed.

Everyone was in agreement and headed out to do just that.

No surprise, Henry demanded to know every detail of the epic battle. He was eager to write down another installment of his family’s heroic wins.

“That Dracula didn’t know who he was messing with.” Granny said as she brought their plates of food. “Emma would never want to become a vampire. She would have to give up onion rings.”

“And chocolate milkshakes.” Emma added, grabbing hers from the trey. “The idea of being a vampire was not nearly as tempting as Dracula thought it was.” She looked at Killian. “The trade would have certainly been a downgrade.”

A couple of nights later, when Henry was again staying at Regina’s, Emma decided to surprise Killian with a game of dress up.

Killian walked into their bedroom and stopped suddenly. His beautiful Emma was wearing an interesting set of clothes.

“It’s called a cheerleading outfit.” She explained. “I thought after slaying vampires it was appropriate. Technically, I am a vampire slayer now.”

Killian recalled Emma and Henry showing him a television play about a teenage girl who was called a slayer and fought monsters. He had thought there were many similarities to the girl on screen and the woman he was in love with, and had told Emma so. Of course Henry had loudly agreed with him and she had been greatly flattered.

She swayed her hips as she moved to him. “Do you want to reenact some of the scenes from the show?”

Killian knew just what scenes she had in mind. “Just as long as we’re not doing every scene in its entirety, I don’t want to explain to your father why our house has crumbled down around us.”

[2knightt]

i LOVED the darry x motherly!reader and i’d love to know more about the relationship that ponyboy and johnny have with reader

PB.C and J.C x motherly!reader

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.platonic fic

3.darry x reader is said through out the fic!

4.minor mentions of abuse and violence.

dude?? they literally love you so much???

they are so thankful for you. like actually, they think you were sent from heaven.

ponyboy looks up to you so much oh my god.

he tells you EVERYTHING and when he goes out with you he follows you EVERYWHERE

he is like a lost puppy.

“where are we going y/n?”

“well, *i* was going to get groceries for your house.”

“oh! can i get a snack while we’re there?”

“..yeah sure pony. as long as you eat.”

when walking around the store with him he’s holding the bottom of your shirt because he’s scared ‘you’ll get lost.’

he’s the one that always gets lost.

he forces you to read to him when he’s tired.

he just does!! he puts those puppy eyes to good use fr.

and you fall for it every time. you know why?? cuz you see him like a little brother or a son.

i know you do. it isn’t good to lie to the author.

you will do anything for him and you believe he can do NO WRONG.

when he ran away?

“darry, he’s just a kid. he was scared, c’mon. give ponyboy a break.”

if he jumped someone?

“hey, at least we know you’re strong now! good job!”

if he killed someone??

“oh, he’s just being silly. tell them you didn’t mean it ponyboy.”

“i ain’t mean to shoot the guy 12 times.”

back to the topic of him telling you everything!!

he told you abt his lil crush on cherry valance and you felt like a proud mother.

“yea���she’s just a real looker.”

“AHHHHHH!!!—i mean, that’s so great ponyboy.”

he’s so embarrassed when you ask for updates about her.

I MENTIONED IN THE OTHER FIC THAT HE CALLS YOU MA IN PRIVATE SO..

when you stop reading he’ll go,

“why’d you stop reading, ma?”

or if you need help carrying in groceries he’ll say, “do you need any help ma?” in a quiet voice so the gang doesn’t hear him.

normalize giving ponyboy beat hugs!!! he loves them!!! but he gets embarrassed!!!

johnny is your biggest fan ever.

EVER.

he talks to you about everything.

“y/n, did i tell you about the ladybug i saw today?”

“yeah johnny, you did.”

“oh…well did i tell you about the grease i saw getting arrested?”

“pardon me johnnycakes?”

he rants to you about everything and anything.

and you just listen while you rub his back with your hand.

when his mom yells at him, he rushes to see you.

and your heart just hurts when you see him cry about that.

but he’s so glad that you’re there to help him, to give him the motherly love he needs.

he isn’t big on showing you physical affection, but he will give you gifts.

he steals pretty flowers for you, he’ll give you cigarettes if you smoke, and he’ll even steal a few things for you.

he will cry if you bake him treats.

he loves homemade goods, so if you make him some cookies he will tear up and say thank you.

even though johnny ain’t very intimidating compared to your boyfriend, he still tries.

if he’s with you and some guy tries to hit on you he shows up outta no where and just goes,

“aye! you know she got a boyfriend right? he’s real tuff, so don’t try anything funny.”

“yea? is that supposed to be you?”

“na, darry curtis!”

the mfs apologizing and scurrying away in fear.

nobody wants that smoke from darry😭😭

for mothers day ponyboy and johnny get together to write you a cute little card, separate from the gangs card.

johnny has one side of the card while ponyboy has the other.

“dear y/n, this is johnny. i just want to say, happy mothers day. i ain’t very well off with my words but, i hope you can understand. i want to thank you, i know i don’t do it often but..i hope you know i’m thankful. for everything and anything you do. if you and darry didn’t meet, i think i would’ve lost my mind. so uh, again, happy mothers day. keepin’ this short and sweet.”

“dear y/n, happy mothers day! me and johnny are making a separate card from the gang because…they aren’t…civil in anyway. like what johnny said, i want you to know im thankful for you. these past few months were tough, but you made them bare able. you know what situation im talking about by now, don’t you? but, thank you. i’m forever grateful for you y/n. im glad darry found you.”

author notes ;

1.thought it was fitting for mothers day since it’s tomorrow <3

2.maybe ooc LOLLL

3.thank you sweetheart for the compliment <3

may 13th, 2023. 5:26

[sweetnothingtm]

pretty little thing - simon “ghost” riley x reader

pairing simon riley x f!reader

word count 5.6k

content warnings nsfw, fingering, choking, blood, mentions of wounds

author note first time writing for ghost, pure appreciation and smut!

He keeps the visits between the two of you close to the chest, like a dirty little secret he can’t let go of.

The first time he saw you was against his will. It’d been a long, long, shitty day that ended with a bullet wound on his shoulder and various other cuts and gashes he attempted to tend to himself. Dirt and grime covered his gear, he smelled of tobacco and sweat, and blood continued to pour out of his wound. He’d ended up washing the jacket four times, but there was still a dark stain there now.

Soap is the one who leads him to the small infirmary. Located in the back of the facility and surprisingly unguarded, the medical unit consisted of a few offices and two larger exam rooms. Ghost isn’t thrilled to be there. He’d rather bleed, but Soap had recommended you for your efficiency and no questions asked policy. So - Ghost conceded, already exhausted from the mission and knowing he wouldn’t clean the wound himself until at least tomorrow morning.

He’s glad he didn’t fight him on it.

You were wearing a loose bun, crossed legs hidden by a pair of loose scrubs. You’re reading a book, free hand holding a pen that twists around your fingers effortlessly. When Soap enters, your eyes drag across the room to him. A smile paints your lips, and you swivel around to face him, not knowing the Lieutenant was soon to follow.

“Johnny, breaking up more dog fights are you?”

You’re teasing him. Soap laughs breathily, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “Aye, but I brought the dog this time,” he says, stepping to the side of the open door. You tilt your head slightly, closing the book and waiting expectantly.

Ghost enters begrudgingly, six foot two frame standing tall in the exam room. His eyes are trained on you, on your eyes as the recognition settles in and your shoulders straighten instinctively. You’re nervous, he can tell.

The pain in his shoulder throbs, and he has to grit his teeth to push through the pain. He hasn’t been to the infirmary in a long time, always too stubborn and prideful. If he could do it himself, why bother letting someone else do it for him? It smells like cleaning products, mixed with a bit of you. He doesn’t seem to mind it as much as he used to.

When you break his gaze, he’s almost a little disappointed. Almost, but not yet. You clear your throat, reaching for a medical mask and a pair of gloves on the table. “Lieutenant, how can I help you today?”

He glances to his shoulder silently, as if your question was a joke to him. You remembered feeling small, a little lost and trying desperately to be on your best behavior. “Handled things a bit to close to the chest, this one. Can you make it quick?” Soap asks, patting Ghost on his good shoulder. He grunts, already annoyed with the Sergeant and his antics.

You nod quickly, smoothing out the sheet on the exam bed and beginning to dig through drawers for proper equipment. You’re used to playful jokes and familiarity with your patients, but you’ve never treated the Lieutenant before. Known for his grim and silent behavior, Ghost was considered a phantom among those outside his closest circle. You’d never seen or heard him and you thought it best to stay that way. You’re a good medic, a great one even, but someone like him makes you nervous.

He’s sitting now, his eyes still trained on you and your every movement as you carefully cut the fabric of his sleeve and expose the festering wound. You’re glancing at his tattoos, eyes dancing across the ink in a way that makes his skin feel ablaze. You work diligently, brows knit in concentration. Soap is seated in the corner, legs spread out and arms crossed over his chest.

When you clean the wound, Ghost can’t help but involuntarily hiss through his teeth. You’re dabbing and wiping at the blood, tossing used products in the trash. “Clean cut through, just barely missed the bone. Lucky you,” you say to him. Soap chuckles beside Ghost, and you glance at him with a hint of amusement in your eyes.

He liked that you never needed to press about things. You were comfortable without answers, but he knew you had questions you wanted to ask. Your thumb glazes over the wounds he’d sewn shut himself, tsking softly to yourself.

“Your stitches are uneven, good for a Lieutenant, but I could do better,” you would end up saying to him.

It takes you an hour to clean, address and bandage the wound. You’re wiping your brow with the back of your hand, pulling down the medical mask, and sniffing. Ghost quietly admires your work, and he thinks that it wouldn’t be so bad to do this again. He catches your gaze, and you smile lightly at him. He hears Soap stand, yawning aloud and stretching his arms.

You shuffle through a drawer, quickly writing down a couple notes and plucking out a bottle of painkillers. You extend them towards him, a smile still playing on your lips. It’d been a long night, Ghost didn’t want to say something that he just might —

“Thanks, doc. Just about made my night,”

— regret.

You blushed, nodding meekly to him with eyes wide like a doe. You’re uncertain if you’ll see him again, but you’re hopeful. Soap rubs your head playfully, nudging you softly. “Aye, I told ya’ Ghost. Ain’t she a catch?” ══════════════════════════════════════════

You saw him again a month later in the middle of the night, like a ghost haunting its new favorite place.

He comes as often as he can. There are always wounds to be healed in his line of work. He’s not necessarily trying to get hit, but being able to see you afterward was a forbidden fruit he’d gladly take. You start expecting him, always with a little smile on your face when he saunters in. There’s still hesitation between the two of you, but neither of you seems to mind.

You knew he could mend these things himself, given the shit job on his other cuts. Yet you find yourself feeling a little special that the Lieutenant wanted you to do it.

After a while, he started to come alone - a surprise to you. His eyes are always hidden by the same thick black paint, always staring at you with the same intensity as the first time. His demeanor never really changes, just grows accustomed to yours, becoming in tune with one another.

When your brows are knit in concentration, and you're holding your breath as you sew his cuts, you would look up at him, lip pulled between your teeth. You look innocent, a fawn in the meadow. His heart started to skip a beat to wait up for you.

Sometimes things slip from his lips like a bottle of wine. Memories, places he’s been, and the things he doesn’t like. The little things take aim and fire at you, and you accept it eagerly. You gather information from him and bind it to memory like a book. He’s alluring and enticing, a phantom creeping ever so closer to your heart.

He realizes it too, after spending so many sleepless nights pretending he needs you to patch him up. There are healed wounds scattered across his body, little patches of you that are stuck to him. He’s always been the silent brooding type, but you’re beginning to warm up to him.

Some nights he stays well after you’ve finished, chest rising and falling gently as you read in the corner. You would hum softly to yourself, a gentle and melodic tune that Ghost would carry with him whenever he was gone. Never rushed to leave, the Lieutenant takes his sweet time enjoying the company of you. It’s a slow-moving dance that you play, but he’s started to get his footing down. He’s got you figured out.

You blush whenever he enters the room, eyes lighting up with a hint of excitement. You began smelling like his favorite pack of smokes, and you lean in when his raspy voice recounts the day as if you’re hanging off his every word. There are times when you’re exhausted, dark circles highlighting his favorite pair of eyes. You’d prop your head on your hand, humming soft replies but trying desperately not to succumb to the fatigue. It’s like you want him there too.

He has a nickname for you now, after a rainy night where you dozed off on him, curled up on a chair next to him. He remembers the feeling of your head on his shoulder, the one you had patched up not so long ago. It slipped from him quietly, almost against his own will.

It’s best you sleep in your own bed tonight, Princess.

You woke up quickly, eyes blinking away the exhaustion and blushing a deep crimson. Embarrassed, you glanced away from him, chewing on your bottom lip. He chuckled, the sound deep and reverberating. He could get used to this.

So the months fly by, the Lieutenant visiting the medic between every break. You stop looking for more work and start asking about what missions his force is on, and what you can do to pass the time. The days are spent waiting for him, wondering if you’re ever going to slip up and if it will be the last time you see the brute you’ve become so accustomed to. The school-girl crush you built months ago had eventually flared into a forest fire.

It’s a waiting game of who’s going to get burned first.

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He’s unsure why he came to you, it just felt natural. He figures that you’re more than willing to clean up his mess, and with a pretty face like yours, he can’t help himself. It’d been three long months, all of which were spent wondering what you were doing. The silent question of did you miss him hangs heavy in the air.

The infirmary is quiet tonight, only the sounds of whirring machines greeting Ghost as he stalks down the hall. Outside, the rain patters softly against the windows, and a distant breeze travels through them. He brushes past another medic that isn’t you, ignoring their startled stare at the gaping wound in his side.

He can’t feel it. He’s thinking of you, what you’re wearing and what smile you’ll give him today. If you ever ended up watching the movie he recommended. Did you smell like cigarettes? The scent of you mixing into an intoxicating concoction he couldn’t quite shake off.

A bullet grazed his side, clean through and bleeding like a dying dog. A mission gone bad, the day gone even worse. The Lieutenant’s boots landed on the base and went straight to you. He ignored the shouting from Price and Soap, head clouded by the pain festering at his side and the idea of you. He’s got a hand putting pressure on it, blood coating his fingers from holding it the entire evac. Despite his teammate's pestering, Ghost wanted you to treat the wound.

You’re not in the exam room, and it takes Ghost off guard. He can picture you there in the corner, lips plump around the pen as you read over medical records and prescriptions. But the chair is empty, and only the sound of the water dispenser greets the Lieutenant.

He’s immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of irritation. Did you leave without saying? He thinks not. You knew better than that. Ghost stands silently in the exam room for a few moments, wondering what to do. You’re always here, so why aren’t you today when he wants you most?

He ignores himself, clenching his jaw. Despite the pain blossoming at his side, Ghost didn’t want to see another medic. As he’d come to like, you were efficient, obedient like his favorite pet, and downright irresistible. Maybe it was his stubbornness or the fact he’d gone so long without the feeling of you, but the Lieutenant grew frustrated by your absence.

Another moment passes, and he gives in. Turning on his heel and gritting his teeth, Ghost stalks down the hall like a wraith, a cloud of disappointment and anger brewing above him. There’s a medic down the hall, standing over a computer. He aims for them, boots landing with purpose and eyes glaring a burning fire into the wall.

It wasn’t as if you were his medic - technically - and he understood you were human too, but he had come to expect the existence of you in his everyday routine. Your laugh, the small twinkle in your eyes as he gave pieces of himself to you, and the little smoke breaks you share after hours gave Ghost a sense of purpose. While he knew that a shred of something more ached inside of him, he ignored it every time. You needed better than him, he reasoned, and so he kept his distance.

That’s when he hears it, soft and delicate. You’re laughing. It stops him in his track, confusion flooding his senses as he subtly tries to track where the melody comes from. Your office. He feels like a fool and immediately retraces his steps to you.

There's drops of blood all over the floor at this point, yet he doesn’t give a damn at the prospect of seeing you. He’s been here once before, right before he left. You were nodding up at him with wide eyes and full lips, his voice heavy as he said goodbye. He remembers it all too well, the way that you squeezed your thighs together and bit your lip, disappointment crossing your face.

The door is slightly ajar. Your voice tangles with another in a friendly conversation, and it irritates him to no end. A dim glow emits from the crack in the frame, spilling into the hallway and illuminating the dirt caked onto his boots. He didn’t bother to knock, nudging open the door with his shoulder and immediately catching your gaze. Your heart skips a beat, a wave of emotions catching itself in your throat.

You pulled up a chair at the front of your desk, legs crossed and body facing towards the private who's leaning toward you with a slight smirk on his face. Your hand is resting against the bandaged palm of the man’s hand. Ghost thinks it’s too close for comfort. You're hanging off of the Lieutenants gaze, a mix of rage, confusion, and something else brewing behind the skull. The private follows you, eyes widening in shock at the towering threat that’s just entered. He’s quick to his feet, glancing briefly at you as if he wanted to say more. There’s a moment that passes. Two. Ghost grows impatient and enraged by the idea of you being there for someone that isn’t him.

The words come quick, sharp, and lethal. “Get out.”

You’re waiting for him, fidgeting uncomfortably as the young man quietly apologizes and slips out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Thick tension settles over the room as Ghost breathes heavily, fingertips digging into the bleeding gash as he desperately tries to control the boiling rage that consumes him. The silence is deafening, but you welcome it. It’s been so long.

Restless nights, whining and pleading with yourself that he’ll come back. The forest fire continues to burn between the two of you, heat encasing your body as you become drunk on his presence. You memorized his features, pining for them night after night. Every hour ended with a disappointed moan and the searing blaze continuing to consume you until you saw him again. He looks the same, if not a little rougher around the edges. You notice the laceration at his side, swallowing a pit of fear as Ghost takes a purposeful step forward.

It takes a moment for him to know what to say. He’s caught between going absolutely ballistic and asking you how your day was. He takes another step forward, so close he could reach for you. A second passes before you stand, heat rushing to your cheeks as he finally stands in front of you. He’s missed you. You smell like he remembers, absolutely divine. There’s a sparkle in your eyes, pulling him ever so closer to you as he inhales sharply. Lips full and red, you wait expectantly for him.

“Hi, Princess,” he breathes, the words husky and deep as it penetrates you.

“I missed you,” you say, glancing down to his side in an attempt to avoid his gaze. So innocent, you couldn’t even look at him without squirming.

Fuckin’ Hell.

His hand lifts your chin up, gently as though you were his favorite toy. He’s staring straight at you, the mask hides the smirk that plays on his lips. Ghost can’t help but let the intoxicating feeling of lust wash over him as you stare wide-eyed at him. He’s angry. Angry he wasn’t there, enraged by the idea of you touching anyone but him. Eager to make up for lost time, hopeful that you’ll make the time for him.

“Apparently not enough, sweetheart,”

Confusion crosses your features for a moment, mouth opening and closing quickly. You’re looking up at him, leaning on your hands to try and regain some control over yourself. You’re apologetic, thighs squeezing together as he continues to stare you down. You've been waiting for him. He can tell, smirk widening as you fidget uncomfortably under his gaze. A loose breath leaves you, a knot of anxiety forming from such close contact. You break his gaze, staring at his side as the blood continued to seep through his hands. “What happened, Simon?”

It’s the first time you’ve asked him that. The first time you’ve used his name after he gave it to you. For a moment he pauses, unsure how to address you when you’re looking at him like that. He doesn’t want to answer, too invested in the way you’re avoiding him. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and he’ll do anything to catch you.

His thumb grazes your lower lip, rubbing it tenderly in a way that makes him ache. You’re leaning into his touch, eyes fluttering closed for a breath until his hand slips to your neck, gripping it gently. And here he goes again, saying things he’ll always —

“Think you can kiss it better, Princess?”

— regret.

You inhale sharply, eyes meeting his as the words slip and tumble from his mouth. It spills onto you like a glass of wine, staining your features with a mix of shock and need. His fingers press into your neck, forcing you to look at him. The mask separates you, but you’ve come to welcome it like an old friend.

The Lieutenant continued to fix his gaze on you, pinning you against the desk as he waited patiently for your response. His question feels like a joke, a sick parody of the last few months of whatever has simmered between the two of you. You’re confused, wondering if the words were spoken or just a figment of your twisted imagination. He waits though, almost hesitant to continue.

You’re caught beneath him. Stuck in his haunting stare and suffocating in his shadowed presence. So many sleepless nights are spent asking yourself what if. Hours spent drowning in the idea of him, of him wanting you. Blushing crimson red, you’re keenly aware of his rough grip against your skin. His towering frame encases you against him, with only so much room to breathe.

“Is that an order, Lieutenant?” There’s a playfulness to your tone that makes him throb. He’s getting hard just at the thought of you, innocent and eager to do whatever he asks. Little Vixen.

“Questioning a superior officer, Princess?”

“Never.”

“Good girl,” a whine escapes your lips, and you're pouting up at him in a way that pulls at the seams of his sanity.

He’s had enough. He’s done waiting, done being nice and playing the long game. Too many complexities of engagement, and so many hidden rules he's unaware of when it comes to you. It’s infuriating, the way you’re looking at him like you’re ready to be on your knees. He needs you and wants you to bend and break for him.

His hand involuntarily pushes you until your back is flush against the desk. Ghost thinks this view is made just for him. His hand is clutching your neck delicately, your legs spreading open to allow him to step closer. He does, savoring the way you arch against his touch, nipples pressing against the thin shirt you're wearing. The feel of your thighs brushing against him sends Ghost into a spiral, and when you moan softly underneath his touch - he just can’t help himself.

His bloodied hand reaches out to between your thighs, rubbing soft and slow circles as he appreciates the view of you. The wound at his side is all but gone when you’re writhing under him like this. The pain dissipates and is replaced by a throbbing desire. Hips lifting and reaching into him, you’re clutching his wrist that grips your throat with both hands and grinding into the touch. Ghost notices the euphoric look in your eyes, cock twitching in his pants as he begins to lose control.

He quickens his pace, fingers digging into your center as you let out a mewl in approval. He’s waited ages for this. Ghost follows suit, letting out a groan when one of your hands cups a breast and begins to squeeze it softly. You’re soaking, all just for him. It’s a thought that pulls something animalistic out of him, and he tightens the grip around your throat until you’re bucking your hips against him.

“Fuck, Simon - please don’t stop,” you beg, growing wet at the continued pressure. You use his name like it’s yours to claim, and he can’t help but grip your throat harder. Soaking through your clothes, Simon can feel you begin to unravel. He’s ecstatic - after all this time you’re finally right where he wants you. Mewling and moaning for him without hesitation, always too good for him.

He presses his thumb to your lips, precum slicking the tip of him as you open your mouth and lick his fingertip softly. His other hand pauses his movements on you, dragging down everything separating him from you. The two of you wonder why this hasn’t happened sooner, all the time wasted when it should’ve been spent doing this.

His wet thumb drags itself down to your exposed clit, and a stupid grin spread across his face at the fact that you’re wet to the touch. “Tell me what you want, Princess,” he rasps, free hand moving to take off his belt. You’re looking at him with pure adoration, but there’s a hint of hesitation as his zipper drags down.

You swallow, breaths coming out uneven and heavy as he continues slow motions along your clit. “It’s the first time for me,” you whisper softly, lips caught between your teeth as you blink up at him.

“Bloody. Fuckin’. Hell. Princess, am I gonna pop your cherry?” He teases, dipping a finger into your center. A soft wet sound follows the action. He’s lost every sense of direction, control slipping from him and replaced with the overwhelming need to watch you come undone. His cock rubs against the fabric of his clothes, desperate to feel you. He slips the hem down, ignoring the dried trail of blood on his side and gripping it harshly.

Simon pumps himself slowly with one hand, the other dragging itself from your clit painfully, only to drag up his mask a fraction of the way - exposing his smirking lips to you.

You immediately prop yourself up on your arms, a little too eager at the idea of being able to taste him. You lick your lips expectantly. He notices this, head dipping down to you as his teeth drag your lip and catch you in a deep kiss.

He tastes like tobacco and mint, the taste intoxicating as you hang off his lips desperately. Simon continued to draw slow circles on your clit, savoring the way you mewl for him. You’re a little sheepish, embarrassed by what a reaction he’s drawing from you, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves it.

He breaks the kiss to look at you, the grip on his cock tightening when you lift up your shirt to show him the little black bra you’re wearing. His eyes darken a shade, a hand reaching out to fondle you as his tip gently brushes your folds. He teases you, rubbing the precum onto you and chuckling darkly.

“Guess so, love. Ready?” He asks quietly, patiently waiting for your response.

You nod meekly to him, a breath coming loose as the pleasure begins to coil within you. “Yes, sir,” you say.

That’s all it takes. All you had to do was say the words, and Simon becomes completely undone. He groans loudly, pressing the tip into your center and admiring the way your fingers drag along his vest, desperate for him. One hand resumes its spot on your neck comfortably, locking you in place. The other holds the base of his cock, aligning it and waiting patiently for you to beg.

You buck your hips, moaning at the way his tip presses into you. Simon gently rocks his hips at your movement, the length of him easing into you until you’re gasping at his size, eyes shutting in concentration. He savors the way your pussy squeezes around him as if it’s made entirely for his pleasure. It’s been a while since he’s had a good fuck, but he can already tell he’ll keep coming back to you. He’s greedy, what can he say?

When he’s finally inside you, the base of his shaft rubbing against your wet folds, he can’t help but grunt in satisfaction. Beautiful. You’re right where you belong, below him with those pretty wide eyes and those full little lips that should be wrapped around his cock. Simon adores you, hungry for more. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. I’m gonna ruin you,” he says like it’s a promise, and you know it is.

He starts out slow, letting you adjust to his size. You’re breathing heavily, chest rising and falling with each slow and agonizing thrust he takes. It hurts, but you like it. There’s a discomfort that blossoms into an unmatched pleasure, moans slipping out of you like confessions to god. He’s choking you until you see stars, eyes rolling and hands pulling him inexplicably closer.

There’s no more room for hesitation or embarrassment anymore. The feeling of his hips thrusting into you, thighs squeezing around his frame and little whines pulled from you. You’re pleading with him, knees going weak, and a knot of ecstasy forming in you. “Harder,” you say, “please, Simon. I need you,” you whine desperately.

How can he say no to a pretty little thing like you?

His pace settles to a comfortable roll and thrust of his hips, the desk shaking and squeaking underneath you as your fingers cling to it. He can’t hear it over the sound of your cunt pulling at his cock. His side has started to bleed again, but he’s ignoring it. Drowning in the sensation of you and how tight you feel around him.

Two fingers gently rub your clit as he continues thrusting. Heat blossoms in your pussy, a haze taking over your senses as pure pleasure began to take control. It’s divine, a feeling unknown to you until right now with him. You don’t think you’ll ever recover, always pining after this euphoric experience that he’s given you. “You’re being such a good girl for me. Can’t wait to feel your little cunt cum on my cock,” he snarls.

The Lieutenant knows what he’s doing, and you’re thankful to sit pretty and enjoy the ride. While his hand chokes you senselessly, he’s fucking you like it’s the only chance he has. There’s an animalistic nature in him, untamed and consuming every ounce of you. You’re feeling dazed, whimpering and moaning under Simon's touch as he tightens the grip on your throat. His cock fits perfectly in you, brushing against your g-spot in a way that makes your legs shake. He’s waited for this, to see you scrunch up your face and whine so easily for him. You’re grinding your hips against him, pulling at his gear, and crying out in pure excitement.

The heat builds into a fire, lighting you ablaze. You’re unable to help yourself, breaths shakey as a feeling completely unknown begins to develop within you. Simon has a smirk on his face like he knows something you don’t. His fingers quicken, face hovering over your ear and hot breaths spilling onto your neck. Your nails are digging into his back, whines ringing in his ears like a sweet melody.

You’re gonna cum, and he knows it.

Simon continues to fuck you relentlessly as his own orgasm builds. You’re soaking, the scent of you hangs in the air and he can’t get enough of it. All those months with his cock between his hand, wishing it was you. The endless nights of his grunts and moans, your name on the tip of his tongue. He chuckles darkly, teeth grazing the skin of your collarbone and fingertips digging into your neck. His cock pumps in and out of you quickly, fingers circling your clit until you can’t hold it anymore.

“You gonna be a good little girl for me, Princess? C’mon, cum for me,” he emphasizes the last word with a hard thrust, groans slipping past his lips and mixing with the scream that’s ripped from your throat. Your legs shake uncontrollably, eyes roll back and hands come to squeeze your tits at the overwhelming pleasure that ripples through you like a tidal wave. He straightens, standing tall and watching you. You’re wiggling along the desk, papers shuffling beneath you.

Another heat wave builds as Simon chases after his orgasm. He’s continuing to rub your clit, thrusts becoming uneven and harder as he grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. The mask is haphazardly sitting along the bridge of his nose, the smirk still plastered across his face. His eyes are dark with lust, insatiable greed, and hunger to have you. Simon curses under his breath as your cunt squeezes him tightly, his cock slamming into your core as you grind your hips against him.

When he cums, his hand squeezes your neck to the point you’re blinded by everything that’s him. His scent, the feel of his fingertips gripping you like you’ll disappear, the way his eyes dance along your frame in pure devotion to you. Simon has a sinister grin like he’d just won an award. His pace slows, but he continues to quickly rub your clit until you whimper his name. You’re unraveling at the seams, lips wobbling and eyes becoming glossy.

It only takes another moment until you squirt all over his fingers and the tip of his cock that rests along your folds. Your hands dig into your tits, eyes sparkling with the newfound release. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and you know that Simon was holding back just for you.

A moment passed where it’s just the two of you, bodies stuck to one another like entangled vines. There’s a glimmer of satisfaction in the Lieutenant's eyes, and you’re struggling to catch your breath as you come down from your high.

When you sit up straight, two hands brace behind you to keep you up. You’re in a haze, heat pooling in your stomach as Simon pulls you into a quick kiss, savoring the way you taste before he pulls down the mask. You’re blushing a deep red, biting the inside of your cheek as you notice the new wet patches that paint the desk and his gear. His hands hesitantly leave your body, almost like he’s disappointed it’s ended so soon.

Your eyes travel to the dark red patch on his side, and you glance at him innocently. “I need to address that,” you say softly, a little smile playing on your lips. He looks at you, a hand instinctively reaching out to the wound.

“No more patients. Only me,” he states, gently pulling off his gear and exposing the red wound at his side. You’re nodding your head, eyes trained on his own as he cups the side of your face. “Can you fix it, doc?”

“Yes, sir.”