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moremaybank · 1 year

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STUCK WITH YOU — j.m

day three reluctant friends to lovers with jj maybank

pairing mechanic!jj maybank x fem!employee!reader

summary working at jj maybank's body shop is no piece of cake when your boss clearly has it out for you. one day, the two of you get trapped in the supply closet, and you come to find out that he doesn't hate you at all. in fact, it's the complete opposite.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, creampie, squirting, lamguage, jj calling himself daddy (as he should tbh), jj being an ass in the beginning

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

JJ had a reputation as the brooding mechanic who always seemed to be in a foul mood. His garage was known for its exceptional work, but he was equally renowned for his gruff demeanour. And it only seemed to worsen around you.

You, on the other hand, were his polar opposite. Friendly, efficient, and a vital employee in the auto repair shop. You were always bringing baked goods for the staff, buying cakes for their birthdays and giving them gifts when you come back from vacation. The customers loved you as well, always laughing and engaging in conversation. You were all sunshine and rainbows, things that JJ lacked severely.

Then, one hot summer day, fate intervened, locking the two of you in the cluttered supply closet at the back of the garage. The door jammed as it always did, and despite your best efforts, it refused to budge. To make things worse, it was just you two that day, everyone else being blessed with the day off. So here you were, stuck in a confined space with your boss who could barely stand to be around you.

"Great, just great," you muttered, frustration bubbling up inside as you jiggled the doorknob one more time.

"This is all your fault, you know. Everyone knows this damn door jams if you don't keep it open," JJ snapped. "I knew you should've taken the day off like everyone else."

"Tough, JJ. I don't care that I have to work under your glare for eight hours. I need the money."

"But I told you I didn't need the help. Now we're stuck in here for god knows how long, with no cell service or anyone to hear us for miles," he replied. "The universe must love me, 'cause I always dreamed of spending quality time with you in the storage closet."

Your jaw clenched at his sarcasm, but you weren't about to let him get the upper hand. "Trust me, the feeling's mutual."

The tension between you was palpable, and neither of you could deny that there was an undeniable chemistry lurking beneath the surface.

JJ paced back and forth, growing more ticked off by the second. "Why can't things ever go smoothly with you around?"

You crossed your arms, matching his glare. "Oh, please, as if you don't thrive on chaos."

He shot you a scathing look. "I thrive on fixing things, not dealing with your constant attitude."

"Well maybe you wouldn't have to deal with my attitude if you were just freaking nice to me."

JJ remained silent, his eyes darting away from you as he scoffed. He refused to take the bait. His patience had already worn thin, and the warmth was getting to him. So he slumped against the door, staring down at his boot clad feet.

Minutes turned into hours, and the heat was taking its toll on you both. JJ had undone the top half of his coveralls, leaving him in a white wife beater. His skin was clammy, and so was yours as you stood there in your buttoned t-shirt and work pants. You were far past dehydrated, and you tried to fan yourself with one of the folded paper bags you'd found on a shelf.

Suddenly, something shifted. JJ stood up, walking over to where you stood and running a hand through his tousled hair. "You know, I hate being locked in here with you."

"Gee, thanks."

He let out a sigh of exasperation. "Every day, I come into this garage and try to act like you don't make me want to pull my hair out. But being stuck in here, with no way out...it's making it damn near impossible to not act on my feelings."

Your heart skipped a beat, his confession hanging in the air. You weren't sure of where it was going, but you could see the vulnerability coming through.

"So, what? You're gonna stab me in the carotid with a screwdriver and put us both out of our misery?"

Your attempt at a joke to lighten the mood only frustrated JJ further. "Why does everything have to be so difficult with you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that I want you," he spoke. He took a step closer, invading your space as his eyes met yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine. With a low voice, he continued. "I can't keep pretending, Y/N. I can't keep pretending that I don't want to be more than your boss. That every time I see you I want to rip your clothes off and make you scream my name in front of everyone that works in my damn shop."

You found yourself speechless, the weight of his words sinking in. It was a side of JJ you'd never seen before; vulnerable and raw. You'd always known that he was attractive, but seeing him like this...it was sexy.

"JJ, I..." you started, your voice trembling.

He closed the distance between you, his lips hovering just inches form yours. "I can't keep pretending," he whispered.

Maybe it was the heat or dehydration that made you hazy. Maybe it was all the pent up desire you'd felt for him all along. But in that moment, you made a choice. Your lips met his in a searing kiss that was long overdue.

JJ's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. His hands slid down to your ass, groping you as you tugged him closer. Your teeth clashed, tongues stroking against each others as you finally let go of your control.

"You're gonna be sweating for an entirely different reason by the time I'm done with you," he rasped, hands finding each side of your shirt and ripping it down the middle. The buttons popped and flew in several directions, and you let him tug it off and cast it on the ground. His tank top was the next to go, followed by your pants and what was left of his coveralls.

JJ turned you around, your back facing him as he kneeled and yanked your panties down. He spread your ass cheeks wide, stretching your pussy into his view. He licked a stripe from your clit up to your ass, already tasting your arousal. He then dove in, feasting at the pussy he'd been dreaming about for months.

You cried out for him, your hands finding the shelves in front of you and gripping them tightly. "JJ, fuck."

He hummed into you, showing you that he was enjoying it as much as you were. His fingers found your clit and he started to rub circles into it as his tongue fucked your entrance. You were dripping down his chin, as he worked you up more and more. He drew your orgasm from you swiftly, his skilled tongue working wonders on you.

When he stood up, he spun you around once more and roughly pulled your bra down, exposing your tits. "I could cum just by looking at these, princess."

You blushed under his intense gaze, and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands found the backs of your thighs and he urged you to jump. He walked over to the door and pushed your back against it, and used one hand to shove his boxers down.

"I don't have a condom," he said.

"Then fuck me raw." His cock jumped at your words, and you gave him a smirk, knowing he wanted this just as bad as you did. "I've waited long enough for you to make your move. 'M not waiting any longer."

"Your wish is my command, pretty girl."

He slammed into you, his hands steadying on your hips and pulling you down to meet his thrusts. He pushed and pushed and pushed, hitting your g-spot over and over again. He was so forceful that the door shook with each movement. Your hands were clawed in his hair, your head thrown back against the wood as he fucked up.

"That's it. Take it. Take my cock like a good fucking slut," he grunted. "Dick's so good you can't speak, huh? No more attitude for me?"

He was taunting you and you knew it. He was so deep, filling all your senses and making your head fuzzy.

"Tell me you like it when I fuck you like this."

"I l-like it, J. So fucking good like this," you mewled. "Right there, JJ. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Knew my girl liked it rough. You want more? Want me to make you cum?"

You nodded furiously, and JJ smirked. He went harder, raising your legs up and above his shoulders as he drove into you. Your skin was raw, stinging with each pound of his hips.

"So fucking tight I'm gonna bust," he said. Your walls clenched at his words. "Yeah? You want my cum in this sweet little pussy?"

"Yes, JJ. Yes. Cum inside me, fuck. I’ll take it all."

"I know you will. Gonna do whatever daddy wants, right?"

You cried out, your nails digging into the back of his neck. Your legs were trembling, and you felt your release cresting deep inside you.

"Cum for me. Right now," he ordered. "Right fucking now."

His words and actions hit you like a brick, and so did your release. You were screaming for him as you came, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure flooded your senses.

"There we go. Finally listening to me, huh?"

He kept going, trying to reach his high and overstimulating you simultaneously.

"So fuckin' tight," he gritted out. "You know how many times I fucked my hand, pretending it was you? Cumming to your staff picture?"

Your core fluttered at the thought of JJ getting off to you in secret. Had he really wanted you this entire time?

"Give it to me, J. I want your cum in me. Wanna be yours. Give me your cum," you begged.

JJ kissed you hard, and after a few more thrusts, his seed was shooting into you. You felt the gooey warmth inside you and you were delighted.

He carried you to the chair in the corner of the room, kneeling before you and sliding two fingers deep inside. They curled against your g-spot again harshly, making your legs feel like jelly. "I want one more, baby. You're gonna give me one more."

"J, no. Gimme a break for a sec, I can barely breathe."

"That's the point, princess."

His fingers fucked you harshly, and his tongue lapped at your swollen bud. He shook his head side to side, slurping at you and moaning into you like a man starved. The vibrations overwhelmed your clit, and combined with the work he was doing on your special spot, you were putty in his hands.

Your hands held his face to you, and your thighs squeezed his head as you ground against his mouth. You bucked them furiously as you chased your next high.

"That's right. Use me. Use my mouth just how you like it," he spoke against your core. His words died in the air before you came, your juices gushing out of you and drenching his chin and chest.

"Oh my god, fuck!"

JJ withdrew his mouth from your cunt and he leaned up so he could kiss you. He continued fingering you, pulling juices from you like you were an overflowing fountain.

"Mm, keep going princess. Keep squirting for me. I want all of it."

"You're so gr-greedy," you panted out.

"Just makin' up for lost time."

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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a lil meanmechanic!ellie and snobbybitch!reader hc list bc i’m clinically ill and my dark thoughts always win i was gonna write a lil fic but i got tired lol long day

but hopefully thisll suffice for now😚idk how many imma make for them but the sex gon go crazy

wc;cw: 930 real short n sweet, slutty rude annoying rich!oc, i’m not kidding she’s a bad person, more monologues when will it end, oc is horny and a top letting y’all know rn, imma make this toxic🤭

your shiny brand new pink bentley just stopped working! what the fuck!

after your dad gifted you your third new car, he instructed you to pull up to the swarovski store and pick up your sparkly limited edition lavender tinted lux chrono watch…. and this happens!

how the fuck were you going to get your new watch without transportation?!

you pulled your phone outta your chanel bag and googled car stopped help…

call a tow truck?!

don’t people just buy new cars when they stop working?!

you dialed the first number suggested online

“YELLO!” a friendly gruff voice came through the phone

“ummm, hi, my car stopped working— “

“okay, great! where’s your car located?”

“it’s uh.. near this mall complex.”

“…okay. i mean…. i mean what’s the address?”

…. you don’t fucking know, you’re stranded!

after spending the next ten minutes asking strangers where the hell you were, you irritatingly whined the address to the man on the phone

why does nothing go your way?!

“okay great! we’ll be there in about an hour to get it!”

an hour?!

but your swarovski watch—!

“hello?”

“…yeah, whatever.” you said, hanging up.

this is fucking stupid!

after an hour of angrily pouting in your front seat, you saw a red truck pull up behind you in your rearview

fucking finally!

you got out your new baby and saw—

oh, fuck

oh fuck!

WEEEEEEWOOOOOOWWEEEEEE—

your brain was sending off red alarms!

behind the man, there was a girl in overalls and a wife-beater, dirty sneakers(yuck!), and a bandana on to keep her sweaty hair outta her face

and your mood immediately got better!

she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy—

“um, hi! ‘m joel! you called for a tow?”

oh yeah

“y-yup! that’s me! my cars over there,” you pointed in some random direction as you stared at the girl

“….okay, uh, we’ll get that loaded and we’ll head over to the repair shop!”

“uh huh,” you were so dazed as you watched her biceps ripple as she got some paperwork outta the car

“….right!” and he walked away

she’s coming over oh god she’s coming over!

“hey. this your car?”

“mhm!”

you looked at her name tag

ellie

hm…wanna fuck?—

“cool. just need you to sign here. we’ll do the diagnosis when we get to the shop—“

you didn’t even care about what the fuck she was saying

you wanna eat her out so bad and buy her whatever she wants

you work so hard, baby, lemme take the stress away!

“…are you gonna sign…or?”

you were too busy looking at her freckled face and scarred eyebrows to notice she was holding a clipboard out to you

how about you sign these damn wedding papers!

“sorry!”

“it’s cool…yeah, just sign at the bottom.”

she pointed at the dotted line with her calloused finger and you almost sucked it into your mouth!

turn her out turn her out!

she finally met your eyes

you wanted her clit in your mouth—!

“um… you can hop in the truck and we’ll head over, it’s like.. 20 minutes—“

“great! let’s go!”

ride my face!

when you arrived at the dealership, you got…. uncomfortable.

why was it so loud and… grungy looking?

the nice man that answered the phone—joel— guided you into the garage and ushered you to sit on…. dirty chairs and you wanted god to strike you down now

“we’re gonna take a look at your car! it’s in pretty good condition so it shouldn’t be long!” joel screamed at you from the garage exit

you sat and nodded and

you looked so outta place in here

pastel colors, shimmery necklace and bracelets, heels!

you stood out like a sore thumb!

rusted, eggshell walls, dimly lit, dusty floor

you wanna leave so bad what the fuck—

“hey!”

sike you wanna stay ellie’s so fucking fine—

“your car battery’s connection is loose, we’re gonna replace it—“

“today's my birthday!”

you were biting your lip and looking at her with glossy lust filled eyes and you wanted your head between her thighs—

“….’scuse me?”

“it’s my birthday!”

“happy….. happy birthday?”

“thank you!” now lemme give you head—

“uh huh….. so, the replacement battery is gonna be $60, i can ring you up right now so you're not waiting when your car’s charged.”

you followed her to the desk and….

her fucking back and her shoulders and her ass—

her back her back! you wanna scratch it and make her scream!—

“cash or card?”

“card. my black card!” she needa know you’ll buy her everything—

“….right. go ‘head and swipe.”

you wanna swipe your tongue on her pussy!

but you swiped your card

and you also reached in your chanel and grabbed a couple hundreds out

“here you go! for your troubles!”

“what.”

“you fixed my baby! you should get a huge tip! like a really…. really fat one!

lemme give you this tip!

she must’ve noticed your tone, nastily sweet like honey, because her eyes widened before she let out a shocked scoff

you have her you have her—

“are you kidding me right now?”

what.

“hm?”

“i’m askin’ if you’re fucking serious? we don’t accept charity.” and she got up

and she looked mad

what the hell?

“w-what! no, it’s not like that— “

“yeah, whatever, your car will be ready in 20. you can take your money and get the hell out.”

and she stormed off with a slam of the back door.

…..

oh my god?

…

you want her even more now!

#ellie williams blurb #ellie x fem reader #richsnob!oc #ellie williams smut #lesbian #ellie williams #mechanic!ellie ˚. ᵎᵎ

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riahlynn101 · 1 year

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"Pancake Date."

With all the angst, I needed a little bit of a breather. So, here's a fluffy one-shot with pre-established Schmelly (Mike x Vanessa).

“It’s your birthday?” Vanessa asks, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

They sit across from one another at the tiny table in the security office. It had been a quiet night so far - the animatronics keeping to the main lobby and the stage. So, the threat of death-on a one to ten scale (with one being they are under no threat of death, and ten being, if they sneeze, they die)-is currently about a five, maybe six.

Mike crosses his arms, half-asleep. Or at the very least, he looks half-asleep. The dark bags under his eyes only ever seem to get darker as time goes on. It never ceases to amaze Vanessa how he can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. The fact that she (continually) warns him about this place doesn’t seem to bother his sleeping habits.

“Because it’s not important.” He shifts in the office chair. “Besides, it’s two in the morning. What can I possibly do in the morning?”

“Dunno….oh!” Vanessa's face lights up. “I can sing you the Fazbear birthday song.”

Mike shrinks down. “Please, god, no.” Quickly he adds, “though, I’m sure you have a great singing voice.”

“Oh, come on, don’t you want to hear the famous Fazbear birthday song?”

Mike sends her an annoyed look (though, knowing him, maybe that’s just his natural resting face).

“Hm….can I at least take you out for breakfast?”

He frowns. “I have to be home by 8:30. I promised Max I would be home by then, and she already thinks I’m unreliable.”

It breaks Vanessa’s heart that-no matter how hard he tries-in the eyes of Mike’s (very limited) support system, his efforts will never be good enough. It shouldn’t be all on his shoulders, but it is. And she knows, without a doubt, Mike will do whatever he has to, to keep his little sister from being taken away.

“She could come with us,” Vanessa offers. Over the time she’s known Mike (which, to be fair, hasn’t been very long) Abby has become something like a little sister to her. So, it feels less like she’s ‘tagging along’ and more like a ‘no-duh’ decision.

“I can’t afford to go out right now. Money is really tight.” He looks almost….sad? Regretful? But probably not for himself. Mike is someone that has long since given up on caring. Caring for himself, but not caring for his sister. A realization sets in. He’s sad, because he knows Abby would enjoy going out to eat, and he can’t give that to her.

Vanessa gives him a gentle smile. Without thinking, she says, “I’ll pay for both of you. Think of it as a birthday present.”

Mike chews his bottom lip, considering her words. “Okay,” he says, after a solid minute of thinking.

“Great,” she says, a pleased smile forming on her face. “I know just the place.”

-x-x-x-

After swinging over to his house to pick-up Abby, Mike meets her at the restaurant. A little diner smooshed between a used bookstore and a tire repair shop. The sign is faded with age and the windows are covered in dust. Vanessa’s almost impressed it’s still open.

They find a seat in a booth towards the back of the diner. Abby sits near the window, and Mike slides in next to her. Vanessa sits across from them, a little jittery from the copious amounts of coffee she drank last night.

“My mom used to bring me and my brother here all the time. They have the best pancakes.” She can still taste the delight concoctions her and her brother would order into their pancakes. The waitress and cooks must have thought they were insane.

Abby’s eyes light up. “Pancakes?” She asks. “Can I get whip cream and sprinkles?”

“Abby,” Mike starts, “we can’t ask-”

Vanessa interrupts him. “Of course you can. Do you want chocolate milk with it?”

Abby nods, smiling big. “Yes, please.”

Mike mouths, “thank you.”

Again, Vanessa’s heart breaks for the two people across from her. So, she mouths back, “don’t mention it.”

-x-x-x-

The food is just as good as she remembers it. Thankfully, for once, childhood nostalgia hadn’t steered her wrong.

“Thank you, Vanessa,” Mike says.

“Yeah, thanks, Vanessa,” Abby tells her, hugging Vanessa. “The food was really good.” She looks back at her brother. “And I think you made my brother happy. He really likes you.”

Mike claps. “O-kay, time to go.”

“I think you guys should get married- hey!”

Mike pulls her to the car. “Kids say the darndest things, don’t they?” He laughs, but there is undeniably panic in his eyes. “Thanks again, I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Abby waves at her, a mischievous smile on her face.

Vanessa waves back, watching them leave.

An excited, almost giddy feeling wells up in her chest. She walks to her car, the caffeine high she’s been on since eleven last night has started to lessen, but Vanessa hardly notices. Her heart continues to beat fast, and it’s hard to see her face in any of the mirrors at this angle, but she’s confident it’s bright red.

On the way home, all she can think is:

he likes me.

And maybe that’s childish of her, to dwell on that thought. It’s just a stupid crush, but for some reason, she can’t stop thinking about it. Vanessa is a fairly logical person. Outside of ghosts in an abandoned pizzeria, she holds herself to a certain standard of intelligence.

But maybe, for once, it would be okay to have this one little thing. Even if Mike doesn’t actually like her, it wouldn’t hurt to hold that feeling close to her chest. He’ll be gone or dead within the week.

Her heart clenches painfully, at the thought of Mike being dead. The thought of him being beyond her reach, just like her brother, makes Vanessa want to scream at the top of her lungs. She wants him to stay with her, for as long as possible.

Which means, she can’t let him win. Contract or not, Vanessa will save Mike.

Even if it costs Vanessa her life.

#cross posted on ao3 #Mike x Vanessa #Schmelly #fnaf movie #fnaf #abby schmidt #vanessa shelly #mike schmidt #wholesome #birthday fluff #breakfast #no one dies #for once

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howaboutcastiel · 2 years

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Out of This World (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: 18+ NSFW BE GONE CHILDREN. the title couldn’t be cringier, I know. You never get to leave Tatooine, which means your only chance to see the Mandalorian is when he visits your shop in Mos Espa. He seems to be finding more frequent reasons to stop by.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Smut (Finally!) Oral sex (male receiving), thigh riding, dirty talk, praise kink. Goes kinda from 0 to 100 in terms of explicitness. Din is a beast in the streets and a babygirl in the sheets. He wants so hard to be a dom but… fate bows to no man.

A/N: I haven’t written smut in months and I haven’t written for Din ever. Be gentle wit me

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There was a rumor in Mos Espa that Mando would be back on Tatooine by the week’s end. He stopped by every few weeks, sometimes to repair his ship, sometimes to take jobs in town, and sometimes just to drop off The Kid with Peli so he could run around the galaxy doing morally questionable things. Whatever the reason, he was bound to be reaching Mos Espa any time now. You hoped that he’d stick around for a few days, as you only ever got to see him when he was visiting. You hadn’t been off-world in years—and the price of fuel pretty much guaranteed you wouldn’t be flying anytime soon.

So now, all there was to do was wait for him to show. The mandalorian almost always stopped by the Cantina to order a spotchka to-go and to scout for potential jobs to do on-world. When he did, you would be there waiting to serve him. Spotchka, that is. You were there to serve him spotchka.

He always tipped you extra, and his gaze always lingered on you as you prepared his order.

It was nearing the end of your shift for the night. The Cantina would be closing soon and you would be heading off to the shitty quarters that you could barely afford on a bartender’s salary. The lobby was nearly empty, save for a few drunkards you knew you’d have to kick out at closing. You were just about to lock the register when a familiar face—or more appropriately, familiar mask—entered your sight. The helmet was hard to mistake.

“Heard you were around,” you called to him, not looking up from the bar. He didn’t reply, either. Instead, he walked silently to the stool closest to you. His gait was slower than usual. Sloppy. “The regular?”

The mandalorian’s voice was gruff and tired. “A plate of dustcrepes, too. If you have any.”

“Must’ve been a long day.” Mando never ordered food from the cantina, not even when he came in to grab a meal for the kid. You figured he must be too tired to cook himself something. “They’re not warm, by the way.”

“That’s fine,” he hummed.

“It’ll just be a second.” You started preparing his order. As usual, his helmet tilted with every movement you made, following you around the bar as you poured his drink and fished the last of the day’s food out of the icebox. He didn’t seem to be hiding his ogling at all. Perhaps because it had been a long day and the effort was too much for him.

You sat his bag and drink in front of him, collecting the credits he had placed on the table as payment. After that, you expected him to get up and leave. You knew by now that he didn’t eat or drink in front of people. He only remained in his seat, though, and his gaze continued to seer into you. At least, that’s what it felt like.

“Will that be all for you?” You asked after a beat. You turned to deposit his credits in the register, hoping it would help distract you from the burning feeling.

It only intensified, though, with his gruff reply. His silken, gravelly voice was quieter than normal. He didn’t have to shout over the other customers at this time of night. It wasn’t that his voice didn’t normally make you weak in the knees, but something about his tone had you ready to claw out of your vest, the heat overtaking you from head to toe.

“Do you mind if I sit here for a while?”

You managed to stutter out an answer. “Not at all, but we’re closing soon.”

“I won’t be long,” he assured.

You started making your rounds, cleaning tables and shooing away the stray customers who had nowhere better to be, but that you couldn’t allow to stay here any longer. The streets of Mos Espa were not a pleasant place to be after dark, and loiterers only invited trouble, especially in cantinas. The mandalorian, on the other hand, would probably serve to repel raiders instead of enticing them. His reputation had spread across the planet quickly, and no one at this point was stupid enough to provoke him.

His voice interrupted the rhythmic sound of your cleaning once the other guests had left. He hadn’t moved to touch his food and, at this point, you weren’t entirely sure that he hadn’t fallen asleep at the bar with his head propped in his hand. He spoke clear as day, though, pulling you from your work trance.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been away from the kid,” he started. You were surprised by the evenness of his tone. “I thought I would be worried. I mean, I am worried, but it’s good to be away.”

He paused, looking up at you. “I don’t mean to bore you with my thoughts.”

“No, it’s okay,” you piped, maybe a little too quickly. “I was wondering where the kid was, anyway. Folks confide in me all the time about their day. That’s in the job description for a barkeep.”

He chuckled lightly, breathily. “I guess that would be true. Grogu is with Peli for the night. I told her I would come back once I finished my job, but it’s too late at night now. He’s probably asleep and I don’t want to wake him.”

“Grogu?”

“Oh, yeah.” He straightened up as you returned to the bar and took a seat next to him. “The kid’s name. That’s its own long story.”

“Well, it’s thoughtful of you to not want to wake him.” You poured yourself a glass of spotchka while he watched. “And it’s normal for parents to feel relieved when they have a night off.”

He scoffed. “It’s the first one of those I’ve had in a while. If it’s not taking care of him, it’s something for the guild or for throwing Imps off our trail.”

“Sounds like maybe it’s time for a break, then.” You took a swig of your drink. The mandalorian’s head tilted with yours, following your lips as they wrapped around the glass.

“I’m not sure I have time for a vacation,” he countered. You shook your head.

“But you do have tonight.”

He didn’t say anything after that, not until you’d finished your drink and stood to rinse the glass. The room was quiet enough that you swore you could hear his breathing up to the moment you started the faucet. Mando’s breaths were shallow and shaky, which you’d never imagined of him. You figured he was as much steel on the inside as he was on the outside.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” he breathed. “I know you should have closed by now. Wouldn’t want your folks at home to be worried.”

You shook your head. “No folks at home to be worried.”

“Well, still. It’s late—”

“I don’t mind,” you interjected. A sharp inhale rang through his modulator. You blushed at your impulsive interruption.

The two of you were at a stalemate then. You were sure what you wanted at this point. You wanted under that beskar. Something about the mandalorian… you just couldn’t shake. Maybe it was his voice, as warm and velvety as it was. It probably also had to do with the power he normally exuded. The self-assuredness and authority that, now, seemed to have vanished into the air. Part of it was the mystery of it all. You’d seen him a hundred times, and yet you’d never laid eyes on an inch of his skin. You didn’t know anything about him. Not where he was from, not even what his name was. All you knew was that he was a strong man and a decent father.

And that, behind that helmet and jet-black visor, he looked at you like a prize to be won.

You were right in his grasp, now, but he couldn’t seem to make a move. You weren’t even sure he could manage to breathe. He probably needed a little shove in the right direction.

“You know, you’re right. It is getting pretty late. I wouldn’t mind a mandalorian walking me to my quarters, just to be sure I get home safe.”

He was frozen in place for a moment, then something shifted in him. The mandalorian lifted his head, grabbing his drink and food bag in one hand and hoisting himself off the barstool. He didn’t look in your direction as he made his way to the front door, only pausing when his hand met the handle and he realized you hadn’t moved an inch from your place behind the bar.

“Well? You coming?”

The walk home was uneventful, aside from your pitiful attempts at small talk. Usually you were good at this—your entire job revolved around talking to people about their lives—but you found yourself choking up at even the simplest of questions.

“Where are you and the kid headed after this? You staying on Tatooine for a while?”

“Oh,” he sighed, “I don’t know. Things are complicated right now. It just depends on what’s best for the kid.”

You laughed, mostly to yourself. “Little Grogu.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled with you. “Took some getting used to.”

You rounded the corner closest to your lodging. It occurred to you that Mando had ordered his food nearly an hour ago.

“You must be starving by now,” you observed. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I’m not really hungry at all,” he explained. The words hung hesitant on his lips. “I just wanted the company.”

There was a tight feeling in your chest. You were unsure of it. “Well, if you wanted a party, there’s a cantina near the town center that stays open late. They have music and escorts—”

“Not that kind of company,” he rasped.

You reached the entrance of your home and the two of you stood in the doorway. Still at a stalemate. You wondered if maybe you were reading something into him that wasn’t really there.

“Thank you for walking me,” you praised. He didn’t budge, only giving a small nod. “Would you like to come in?”

This time, there was no hesitance in his voice, despite the words that came out. “I don’t want to intrude.”

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“You wouldn’t be.”

From the moment the door shut behind you, you were swept off your feet and into Mando’s grasp. His gloved hands held your thighs as your legs wrapped around him. The two of you made it from your front door to your bed in record time.

You resisted the urge to go straight for his helmet. You didn’t know much about his religion, but you knew enough to never make the mistake of trying to take it off of him. Instead, your hand found its way to the nape of his neck, digging into the fabric underneath his beskar. He keened at the touch.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months,” he purred. Mando lowered you gently on the bed until your back hit the mattress. “Coming into your bar, finding excuses to stay. I don’t even like spotchka that much.”

You chuckled, disbelieving of him. “It takes you that long to land a hook-up?”

He stood back, towering above you. The mandalorian reached to the inside of his wrist, unclasping the base of his glove before switching to the other. All of that apprehension from before was nowhere to be found. He more resembled the Mando you were used to. The one that, admittedly, you were a little intimidated by. The one that was the reason you knew your walk home with him was safe.

“I don’t typically engage in those.” He pulled off the glove on his right hand, revealing his warm brown, freckled skin. The image was foreign to you, but the smooth movement of his fingers made you quickly forget that feeling. The other glove followed suit and he was straddling you before you realized.

Your hand darted up to touch his. He flinched when the pad of your index finger made contact with his palm, and he didn’t dare move as the digit traced upward. Slowly, delicately, you laced your fingers into his. When your palm was flush with his, you looked back up at him for assurance. His chest shuddered, and the mandalorian pushed forward until your hand was pinned under his above your head. He bent down so his helmet was inches from your face.

“Such a pretty thing,” he hummed. His body was barely touching you and already you felt the need to grind upward. “I wonder if she’s still as feisty here as she is at her bar.”

“I hope so,” you breathed. You couldn’t conceal the shudder that ran through you as a small hum of amusement rang out from his helmet.

He brought his free hand up to your chin. “So do I. But if she is, that means we’re both in for a long night.”

The mandalorian rolled his hips down into yours, keening and running his fingertips across your lip. His touch was slow and gentle, like he was savoring the feeling of your skin. With your free hand, you moved to cup his backside, and we’re pleased to find that the fabric there left much less to the imagination than the beskar did. He traced your lips for a moment before centering his thumb between them. You let him press forward, parting your lips and sinking his thumb deep into your mouth. The taste of sweat on his skin sent shockwaves down between your legs.

You closed your lips around the digit, licking and sucking with halfhearted effort. A shaky exhale rang in your ears and the ground down again. He moaned, low and choked, and dipped his head forward. The mandalorian withdrew his thumb from your mouth and let go of your hand. You tried not to chase his touch as it left you.

He stood up, apparently catching his breath and smoothing his hands over his chest plate. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched as he figured out what the hell to do next. Finally, he huffed a defeated sigh that clued you into the fact that he probably hadn’t done anything like this in a while.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes widened in shock. You were fully expecting this man to take whatever he wanted from you, not to ask what you prefer. You hardly knew where to start. “Well, how much of that armor are you allowed to take off?”

He chuckled. “The beskar? None, technically, but the rest is fair game.”

“Excellent.” You stood up to face him, pushing his chest plate until the back of his knees met the one good chair in your apartment. As he sat, his hands shot to your waist and you slotted yourself into his lap.

His hands were under your shirt before you even settled yourself. By now, an uncomfortable-looking tent was forming in his pants. You were more than grateful that there was no beskar codpiece on mandalorian armor. Fair game, you repeated to yourself. First, though, your fingers hooked underneath the base of his helmet, finding the edge of his scarf and pulling it down to reveal no more than an inch of his neck. Your mouth latched onto the small patch of skin and he nearly jumped from his seat.

“Dank Ferrik,” he whined. “Don’t stop.”

You were amused by the sudden thought that you could paint his whole body purple and red without another soul knowing but the two of you.

It was uncomfortable to sit on his lap when the beskar made a barrier between your heat and his thigh. The armor was cold against you, stealing the warmth from the single layer of fabric between it and your skin. You hissed and squeezed your thighs together and the mandalorian shivered at the pressure. His hands tightened on your waist, ready to guide your movements.

“That’s it,” he purred into your ear. You rested your head against the helm. “Keep going, just like that.”

You pushed your hips downward and back, grinding your core down into the metal. The movement sent a shockwave up between your legs as the cool beskar pressed against your sensitive mound. You shivered, and he shivered again, too. A small, breathy whimper fell through your parted lips and he pulled you back to look at your face.

“Good girl.”

His voice was gruffer in his lower range, broken apart by the hiss of the modulator and his quietness. You rolled your hips again. He let out a shaky breath and stroked his hands along your waist to the curve of your ass. The fabric bunched above his hands. His fingers pinched your skin, and you couldn’t help but lean into the feeling.

You started a slow, steady rhythm, rolling your hips forward into the fabric at the waist of his pants, and rocking back into the beskar plate on his thigh. The pleasure was already building to a dangerous point and the tiny hums and whimpers you made began to increase in frequency.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he practically whined. You fished desperately around the borders of his armor for a place to snake your hand underneath his shirt. All you wanted was to feel more of him. “If you keep sounding so pretty, you’re gonna make me finish without even touching me.”

The thought made you groan. “I want to touch you.”

“Let me help you then,” he beamed. He brought one hand to yours, guiding you down to the band of his pants. You ran your fingers along the skin just above it, making him shiver. Your palm found his happy trail just as a roll of your hips sent lighting up your spine. In spite of yourself, you dug your nails into his skin. He bucked his hips into nothing and a feral whine escaped him, higher in pitch than his normal voice.

“I w—want,” he stuttered, “I want you to finish like this. I want to w-watch you.”

“Yes, sir,” you taunted and grinned. Somehow you knew he was rolling his eyes under the helmet. “And then we’ll take care of you.”

He started moving his hands against your hips, helping you grind against his thigh as your stamina faltered. It wasn’t long before you were right on the edge and your face found its way back to the crook of his neck. One of his hands darted up to your hair.

His breath was heavy. “That’s it, baby. Doing so good.”

You hissed and groaned as every muscle in your body tensed up, electricity blossoming from your core all the way to your fingertips and back. You slumped forward into him, hand still firmly holding onto his stomach. The other arm was thrown haphazardly around his neck. It took a minute for you to come down.

And the mandalorian was rock hard. He hadn’t been joking before about nearly coming undone while still in his trousers. Now, he was aching for relief.

You hoisted yourself off of him, holding him down by his thighs as you settled on the ground between his legs. His head fell backward the moment he realized just what you were doing and the groan that escaped him was the most desperate noise that you’d heard from him all night. You let your hands trail his thighs for a while, then his stomach. Finally, your hand came to rest on the button of his pants.

“You said fair game, right?” Wouldn’t want to ruin a filthy one-night stand by violating a man’s religion.

“Fair game,” he assured in a choked voice.

You undid the button. Your hand dipped below the band of his underwear and you could feel exactly what you’d gotten yourself into. For someone so starved for human touch, the mandalorian was well endowed for intimacy. He didn’t jerk as you took his shaft into your hand, but you were almost certain that he’d stopped breathing.

“Can’t believe this is what you’ve been hiding under all that beskar,” you purred. “You’ve been holding out on me, Mando.”

He whimpered and laced his fingers in your hair. Slowly, you pulled him out from his boxers. “Din.”

“Hmm?” You spread his leaking arousal over the head of his cock.

“My name is Din.”

Oh. “Oh. I didn’t realize you were allowed to say that.”

“I’m allowed. I just don’t.” But you just did, you thought. You peered up at him, obviously unable to read the look on his face. His breath was loud in the modulator, and quickening by the second.

“Well, Din, I’m gonna try to make you feel good,” you stated. “But I have to warn you that I’m not really great at this.”

“You’ll do fine,” he countered. “More than fine.”

You didn’t know the Mando’a words that left his mouth as you ran your tongue from his base to his tip, but you could guess from the tone that they were some form of expletives. His grip tightened on your hair and his thighs flexed on either side of you. When your lips wrapped around his head, his words became familiar again.

“I’m not going to last very long.” You sunk down as far as you could without gagging and Din’s whimper almost sounded more painful than pleasured. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I don’t do this often.”

“It’s okay,” you pulled off with a wet pop. There was humor in your voice, but it was gentle. “Just relax and enjoy it. You’re not hurting my feelings.”

“You feel so good,” he breathed. You resumed your movements, stroking with your hand the length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. After a few passes over him and a half-successful attempt to take him to the hilt, you hollowed your cheeks and Din was done for.

You elected to pull off of him, letting him watch as the strings of his load painted your tongue and lips. Your hand stroked him through his climax and, when the pleasure turned to overstimulation, he grabbed it away and laced your fingers together.

After a while, he managed to catch his breath. “I feel like you were the one doing all the work. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“I agree,” you teased. He scoffed as you stood lazily to your feet. You tugged him toward the bed, which was much larger and softer than the cot he was used to. Your thumb brushed against the back of his hand.

“You’ll have to make it up to me next time you’re in town.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I think I’ll stick around for a while.”

An author’s note: the reader only thinks it’s a one-night stand because she assumed that Din is the whore that he acts like. Turns out he’s just a hopeless romantic 🥰 which is preferential to her anyway.

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Finally! The Store Shifter AU dad story!!

Holy shit this took so long, i’m still not fully satisfied with the ending but this story has been like genuinely over 5 months in the making so i’m leaving it as is. also this will need a part 2 so expect that hopefully in a shorter period of time than this one took!

guys this thing is like almost 5k words lol

tw vore: don’t like it don’t read it

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

~~~~~

Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who’d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

“…those are our dads.” Quackity whispered, barely audible as dreams eyes widened. “The one crying is my dad, the other two are Sapnap’s.”

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stayteezdreams · 1 year

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Special To Me: Part Two

Plot: You meet with Yunho to exchange your clothes, and he decides he is not done cheering you up.

-Part One-

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader

-Meet Cute Series-

Words: 1.6k

Yesterday had been one of the worst days you had experienced in a long while, and unfortunately it was still effecting you today.

Your car was delayed in getting fixed, you no longer had a phone until it got repaired, and you had a fight with your "friend" who gave your ex your new number.

You were tired and the day was only half over. But as you headed towards the flower shop to meet Yunho, your mood began to lighten as excitement built up. He was the best thing about yesterday, and you were certain he would be the best thing about today as well.

As you were getting ready today, you made yourself appear a bit more put together than usual, knowing it was due to seeing Yunho more than anything. Smiling to yourself, you were sure anything would have been better than the appearance he was first given yesterday, a la drowned rat, as he approached you, soaked in the rain.

You hoped if he wouldn't ask to stay in touch, that you would have the courage to do so yourself.

Your thoughts suddenly halted as you spotted a tall figure in the near distance just outside of the flower shop. He was not hard to miss among the small crowd passing. Smiling softly, you cleared your throat as you gathered your senses and approached him.

"Yunho!" You called out softly gaining his attention.

As he spun around, you noted the bag in his hand, as he hid the other behind his back. You were curious, but didn't linger on the thought as he grinned at you causing butterflies to suddenly erupt in your stomach.

"Hey!" He said happily as you stopped in front of him.

"You weren't waiting long were you?" You asked a bit anxiously.

He shook his head "Not long at all."

"Oh good."

He grinned down at you, taking in your appearance. You had looked great to him drenched in the rain, so seeing you now, you looked amazing, though he was too afraid to say it, afraid it might be too bold.

Reaching out your hand, you showed him a bag with his clothes in it "I washed them, so you don't have too."

He smiled sheepishly as he handed you the bag with your clothes in it, and took his. "Thank you."

He cleared his throat softly and you could tell he seemed nervous, about what soon became clear as he cleared his throat a bit and brought out the hand he had hidden behind his back. Doing so, revealed a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers and chrysanthemums.

"These are for you." He said softly with a sheepish smile.

Your mouth gaped as he handed them to you. "What for?" You asked with genuine surprise.

"Uh well, I just know how bad your day was yesterday, and I was afraid maybe it spilled into today. So, if it had, I thought these might cheer you up."

Yunho saw a wave of emotion pass over your face as he spoke, and he thought what he said might be true as you smiled sadly at the flowers before your eyes brightened as you looked at him.

You were surprised not only at Yunho's genuine kindness, but with his ability to seemingly know you so well.

"That's so sweet of you Yunho, thank you."

He scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing." You retorted, "It's kind, and no one's ever done something like this before."

Yunho's chest tightened at this, "No one's bought you flowers?" He asked softly almost in disbelief.

You shook your head softly, "Why do you think I always come here myself? I love flowers, so someone might as well buy them for me."

You let out a soft laugh, but it made Yunho sad. You deserved someone who would buy you flowers all the time.

As you looked at the flowers again, a bright smile on your face, Yunho's hear pounded in his chest. The desire to see your smile very day washed over him, and the fear that he probably wont made his chest tighten.

"Did you have somewhere you needed to go, or are you free now?" He asked suddenly.

You met his gaze and spoke softly, "I'm free."

"Want to get some coffee? Or tea?"

You seemed to think for a moment before you smiled "I do. But only if I pay."

Yunho opened his mouth to interject but you interrupted him. "To say thank you for yesterday. Please let me."

He wanted to reject the offer, to pay for you, to give you anything and everything you wanted. But letting out a soft sight as he closed his mouth he nodded before smiling, "Okay."

You smiled at him and his heart flipped. "Great!"

You smiled as Yunho told you about his best friends, who also happened to be his roommates. They sounded crazy, in the best way, and you wondered if they were all as kind as Yunho.

Yunho was glad to see you relax with him, and after about twenty minutes, he couldn't resist anymore. Setting his coffee down he eyed you almost cautiously before he slowly prodded you for information.

"So, you don't have to tell me but...are you okay?"

You furrowed your brow, "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Well, before when I mentioned your bad day spilling into today, you seemed to respond to that, so I assumed I was right."

You let out a soft laugh and he rose his brow, "Are you a psychologist or something?"

Yunho chuckled but shook his head, "No, just good with people."

"Scary good." You added on softly and he figured he hit the nail on the head about you.

"And I like to listen, if you'll allow me too."

You stared at him for a moment, your heart fluttering as he stared back at you with an patient and kind gaze. Finally, as a soft, almost sad smile crossed you face you looked away from him, but gave in.

"It did spill into today, but I can handle it."

"Your ex?" He asked cautiously.

"Blocked, again. And I was right about him getting my number from my friend. Well, ex-friend. I confronted them about it and they got defensive and tried to gaslight me into believing I was making things up, so I dropped them."

He could see the pain in your face as you said this and he let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, it's always hard losing a friend."

You nodded in agreement, "I think the worst part was mistaking them for a friend in the first place."

"You deserve better."

You smiled at him, trying to ignore the butterflies. "I think everyone deserves a friend like you Yunho."

He grinned at this, and you saw his face flush slightly, making your smile bigger.

He cleared his throat a bit, "Does that mean were friends now?"

"I'd like to think so."

He nodded as he stared down into his drink, "I want to be your friend Y/n, but..."

He trailed off and you felt your chest clench. "But what?"

Looking up, he saw the distress in your face and his eyes widened. "I do want to be your friend." He reiterated before he let out an awkward chuckle.

"But?"

"But, I...also like the idea of being more than your friend."

If you were told your heart stopped in this moment, you would believe it. Yunho kept his eyes locked with yours as you saw the anxiety behind his gaze.

"Yunho" It was your turn to look nervously down at your drink, "Are you asking me out?"

You slowly looked back up to meet his gaze and you saw him fighting a small smile as he nodded his head.

"Yes, I am. I want to be your friend, but I also want to take you on dates, and make you smile, and I want to be the one you call when you have a bad day."

You bit the inside of your lip before you smiled at him, "I want that too."

He grinned as he leaned in closer, as if to tell you a secret, "Can we start now?"

A giggle bubbled out of you and Yunho felt his chest grow warm at the sound.

You nodded, "Yes."

You giggled more as Yunho moved his chair to be even closer to you as he set his arm on the back of your chair. Meeting your gaze, you both grinned bashfully at each other.

Slowly reaching out with his other hand, he slipped his hand into yours, "Is this okay?"

You nodded softly and he nodded in relief.

"Does this mean this is our first date?" You asked both seriously, and with a light teasing tone.

He grinned and nodded, "Only if you let me pay. "

"Ah, no!" You laughed, "I already called it!"

He laughed "Okay, okay. How about we go somewhere else to eat once we finish here?"

You grinned and nodded, "Okay."

He nodded as he squeezed your hand softly. "Okay."

You grinned at him and he felt as though the sun came out, not knowing you were feeling the same thing as he smiled back at you.

You knew you were going to fall for Yunho, it was already happening. It was starting slowly, steady, like the raindrops in the storm he saved you from. And soon you knew it would be fast and heavy, and you'd be too far gone before you knew you were there.

But it was okay, because somehow you knew Yunho would be there, falling right alongside you.

xx End xx

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Warnings: fluff and flirting all around, suggestive! Also a little bit of angst.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You kept finding ways to go back to that hot mechanic

Word count: 4.3k

Note: direct follow up on part 1. You weren't ready for this? Were you?

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'believe me, I want you, lady.'

******************** It was nearing 5 o'clock when you walked into the repair shop and your eyes found your favourite mechanic quickly, who greeted you with a smirk.

'Lady,' Sihtric said, 'can I help you?'

'I am here to pick up my car,' you played along.

'Do you remember the brand?'

'Really?' you scoffed and blushed.

Sihtric grinned and licked his lips, 'I couldn't resist, I apologise once again.'

'Sure,' you rolled your eyes.

'Sorry,' he chuckled, 'hey, we gotta fix that paperwork before I hand you the keys. And this time I'm afraid you'll have to pay right away.'

'I have to pay?' you scoffed with a smile, 'I thought your service was free to me.'

'Lady,' Sihtric said as he leaned in, 'I can offer you some free services, but not the kind you'll find in this place,' he winked and a grin appeared on his face before he motioned you to walk with him. Luckily he turned his back to you so he didn't see how red you had turned. ********************

'So,' Sihtric said as you signed some documents, 'I fixed your mirror and I looked into the other issues you mentioned, but other than the mirror, everything seems fine.'

'Oh,' you mumbled, not wanting to admit your lie, 'let's… let's hope it stays that way then.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded slowly, 'let's hope so.'

'Well, all signed,' you smiled and handed the pen back to Sihtric, who lightly brushed his fingertips over yours as he took the pen.

Dear lord, he has small tattoos on his fingers too. As if he couldn't get any hotter.

'Then I'll only need a payment,' he smiled.

'Yes,' you searched around in your bag, 'let me find my card.'

'Cash works too,' Sihtric said, 'if you have any.'

'I have none, sorry, but I know my card is in here somewhere, don't worry.'

'Otherwise I guess you'll have to pay in a different way.'

'I will not be doing your dishes, if that's what you mean.'

'That's not what I meant, lady,' Sihtric smirked.

He tilted his head slightly and looked you up and down as he bit down on his lip, and you felt your hands trembling when you finally found your card.

'Found it!'

'A damn shame,' Sihtric smiled as you paid.

'Sorry,' you chuckled and blushed once again.

You put your card back in your bag and waited for Sihtric to give you your keys. You felt yourself sigh again when you watched him pull open the drawer, flexing his muscles slightly, and you desperately tried to hide your smile.

'Here are your keys, lady,' Sihtric said and held the keys out to you, but he quickly pulled his hand back as you reached out, 'but,' he said and raised his eyebrows, 'drive carefully. Don't hit any more trees, okay?'

'Fine,' you snorted, trying to grab your keys again.

'I'm serious,' Sihtric smiled as he hid the keys behind his back, 'promise me?'

You rolled your eyes and blushed, 'fine, I promise I will not hit any more trees.'

'Good.'

'Good,' you said, 'can I get my keys now?'

'Hm, I suppose,' he chuckled and finally gave your keys back.

He walked you to your car, for no reason at all, and opened the door for you after you unlocked your car. You got in and smiled as he closed the door, and as you had done before, you rolled down your window again.

'Thank you, again, and until next time I guess,' you joked.

'Don't keep me waiting too long, lady,' Sihtric smiled, then he winked as he slapped the roof of your car and turned to walk away. You checked him out as he walked away and fought the butterflies in your stomach as you took off.

********************

Several days had passed and, unfortunately, your car still ran smoothly. You had no idea what you could possibly do to your car so you could go back to the repair shop, without looking suspicious. Until you had to stop for gas, and then you had an idea.

You played dumb and filled your diesel car with petrol. You googled the repair shop and called the number that you found, only for your call to not get answered.

Are you kidding me? You thought, fuck. Just when I make a really stupid decision, I can't reach them? Luckily, the repair shop wasn't that far away, so you decided to walk.

Not much later you walked into the familiar entrance and you felt your knees weaken when you saw Sihtric, shirtless again, concentrated while working on a car engine. His arms were covered in dark smudges and grease, and he wiped some sweat off his forehead with the palm of his hand, causing some more smudges to stain his scarred face before he looked up at you in surprise. But quickly his familiar smirk appeared.

'Missed me already, lady?'

'As per usual,' you teased.

'What can I do for you?' he asked as he leaned against the car.

Me. You can do me. Please. Right now.

'I… did something stupid.'

'Again?' Sihtric chuckled and licked his lips, 'what is it?'

'I accidentally put petrol in my car,' you said and looked down at your feet.

'Petrol? But you drive a diesel?'

'Hence the stupid…'

'Lady!' Sihtric snorted, 'where on earth did you get your license?'

You blushed and rolled your eyes, 'I don't know,' you grinned, 'but my car is stuck at a gas station now.'

'I see,' Sihtric smiled, 'and what do you want me to do now?'

I want you to do me now, I beg you. I will go on my knees for you, right now.

'I… I don't know,' you stammered as Sihtric, still shirtless, walked over to you and stopped inches away from you. He glanced at the time before he looked down at you and sighed.

'Look, your car needs to be towed. Finan is the one who deals with those kinds of problems, but he has a day off today and my shift is almost over,' Sihtric smiled softly as he looked into your eyes, 'so I fear I can't do much more for you today than offer you a ride home.'

'That's all you can do?' you asked as you got lost in his mismatched eyes.

'Or I could do you,' he mumbled, basically inaudible.

'What?'

'It's all I can do for you,' Sihtric spoke up, clearing his throat before he gave you another smirk, 'if you wish to stick around for another half hour then I'll give you a ride home.'

'I thought you guys offered rental cars?'

'We do,' Sihtric frowned lightly, 'if… you want to rent a car that's also fine by me.'

'No, I mean… I'll… I'll take your offer,' you chuckled nervously.

'Good. Have a seat then, I just have to finish up that car. After that I'm all yours, lady,' he winked.

Dear lord, I wish you were all mine.

You found a chair and watched Sihtric finish up whatever it was that he was doing. Your eyes were simply glued to him, not being able to look away from his damned perfect face, those toned arms, his muscular shoulders, his Mjölnir necklace that dangled as he leaned in over the engine, all those scars, and his abs. God, those abs. Your eyes trailed back to his strong, greasy arms, and you imagined how easily he could probably flip you over in bed, and you sighed at the thought. I'll need some repair afterwards if I ever get him in my bed. You felt yourself blush at your thoughts and quickly tried to shift your attention by looking at the… at the ceiling, yes, I will not think about this stupid man. What am I even doing? Ruining my car? And for what? For What?!

You watched Sihtric as he finished his work and walked over to a sink, where he tried to rid himself of the grease and all the smudges as best as he could. And it was a good sight. The way he cupped some water in his hands and splashed it in his face, causing water drops to trickle down his neck, onto his shoulders and down his chest. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. But then, out of nowhere, you saw how he reached into his pocket and took out several rings. He slipped one on his thumb, one on his index finger and the last one went on his ring finger, to which your eyes suddenly grew wide.

Oh my fucking god, is this guy married?

You felt yourself slightly panic as you watched him, you did not want to be a homewrecker and you suddenly felt really stupid and embarrassed. But he had been flirting, right? Why would he do that? I should've known he was one of those guys. Fuck.

You fought the urge to speak but you simply couldn't keep it in anymore.

'You're married?' you blurted out.

Sihtric turned to face you and raised his eyebrow at you, 'Married? I am not, lady.'

'But… your ring?'

'This?' he chuckled and held his hand up, 'this ring belonged to my mother. She, eh, passed away when I was young. This is the only finger it fits on,' he smiled weakly as he fidgeted with the ring.

'Oh,' you said, feeling stupid, 'I'm so sorry.'

'No, it's fine,' he smiled and paused, 'I never thought about it before, but now that you mentioned it, it does look like I'm married. I guess that explains why I can't seem to get a girlfriend,' Sihtric snorted, 'well, shit.'

'As if you'd struggle to find someone, please,' you rolled your eyes.

'Well, I'm still single, lady, so I must be doing something wrong.'

You chuckled and shook your head at him. Sihtric did the same and grabbed a clean towel for another attempt of cleaning himself up before he put his shirt back on. A damn shame, you thought.

'But what about you?' Sihtric said as he walked all over the place to switch off the lights, 'is there no one in your life who can give you a ride home instead of me?'

'There is no one, no.'

'Suspicious,' Sihtric said as he squinted his eyes at you.

'Excuse me?' you laughed, but Sihtric just snickered and ignored you.

He grabbed his leather jacket and bumped into your shoulder on purpose, motioning you towards the door. You followed him outside and waited for him to lock up the shop. You looked around and frowned.

'So, which car is yours?'

'Car?' he smiled, 'I don't have a car.'

'What?' you snorted, 'and you work here?'

'I don't need a car to work here, lady,' he gave you a playful mean look.

'But… then… how will you give me a ride home?'

'With that,' Sihtric shrugged and pointed towards a black Indian cruiser motorcycle.

And at that point you just gave up and sighed out loud. He was hot, he was funny, he was single and he owned a motorcycle. Who does he think he is? What right does he think he has?

'Are you okay with that?' he asked slightly concerned upon hearing you sigh.

'What?' you snapped out of your thoughts, 'yes, I, eh, just didn't expect that.'

'Well,' Sihtric said and walked towards his motorcycle, 'sorry to disappoint,' he grinned.

'I didn't say that,' you blushed.

Sihtric chuckled and looked at you for a moment.

'You have a jacket with you, lady?'

'Eh, no.'

'Ah,' he sighed, then he held his jacket up to you, 'here, take mine, just in case. And my helmet too,' he said as he took his helmet which hung on the bike's steering wheel.

He licked his lips and smirked while he watched you put on his jacket and you swore you heard him hum when he bit down on his lip as he checked you out, which caused you to feel light headed. You took the black helmet out of his hands and put it on.

'You're good?' he asked while he put his sunglasses on.

'Yeah, but what about you? You're just going to ride without a jacket or helmet?'

'A few more scratches or scars will go unnoticed on me, lady,' he winked and got on his bike, 'now get over here,' he smiled and beckoned you over.

You went to sit behind him and the seat forced you to sit pressed up against him. He reached behind his back for your arms and pulled them around his waist, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies, to which you didn't complain.

'Hold on, will you?' he glanced over his shoulder and started his bike.

And as he drove off the parking lot, you smiled at the feeling of his abs through his shirt, and you desperately wished you lived further away so you could keep your arms around him a little longer. But unfortunately, the bliss only lasted for about 10 minutes. He pulled up at your house and shut off the engine of his bike.

'Watch those pipes when you get off, they'll burn the flesh off your skin,' Sihtric said before you could even move. You carefully got off his bike, took off the helmet and handed it to him before you gave him back his jacket.

'Thanks for the ride,' you smiled shyly as he lowered his sunglasses.

'It was my pleasure, lady,' he smiled sweetly at you. And once again you had to fight a sudden rush of butterflies, which only made you blush.

'So, eh, what about my car?'

'I'll text Finan later, he can pick it up tomorrow. Don't worry about it.'

'Do you have any idea what time I can pick it up again? If it even can be fixed tomorrow?'

'I have no idea, lady, sorry. It all depends on what time Finan can tow your car.'

'I understand,' you said, 'it's just that I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, so I won't be able to pick up my phone for a while. So if you guys call, I'll probably miss it.'

'I see,' Sihtric said and paused for a moment, 'I could… I mean, if you want to, I could text you? I mean, if that's easier?'

'Oh,' you said, 'that would actually be really nice. I didn't know you guys could text your customers too.'

'No, lady,' Sihtric chuckled, 'I mean that I, personally, would text you. If that's okay with you.'

'Oh!' you blushed, 'eh, yes, no, of course. That's fine by me.'

'Okay,' he smiled and for the first time you saw him blush lightly, 'I'll need your number then.'

Sihtric took out his phone and handed it to you. You gave him his number and he promised he'd text you when he was home, so you had his number too in case you needed something. You watched as he drove away and you smiled walking into your home. I got his number now.

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'I can't believe people are this dumb,' Finan huffed as he walked into the repair shop, after having your car towed from the gas station, 'also, haven't we fixed this car before?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled, 'it belongs to (y/n).'

'Ye serious?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric frowned, 'why?'

'Sweet Jesus Christ. Tell her it's cheaper to ask ye out than to keep destroying her car.'

'What? Why would she ask me out?'

'You can't be serious, Sihtric. Ye know,' Finan sighed, 'sometimes ye really are as dumb as ye look.'

'You… you think she likes me?'

'Of course she likes ye, ye bloody oaf! I knew something was up when she kept coming back, but I didn't realise it at first. But now I see it… aye,' Finan chuckled, 'Sihtric, ye gotta make her stop. Also, I don't know when she expects her car back, but I fear we might be too late already to save it this time.'

'I'll reach out to her,' Sihtric said, and he couldn't help but keep a smile on his face the entire day.

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Sihtric: Finan fears your car might be beyond repair, lady. You: Noooooo :'( Sihtric: Sorry, lady. He's trying his hardest. But you definitely won't have it back today... or... ever, hah! You: Very funny. Well… you live and you learn, right? Sihtric: Right ;) Sihtric: But… Sihtric: If you need a ride home or anything, you got my number Sihtric: :) You: Are you serious? Sihtric: Yes, lady. You: Well, I can use a ride home later from work? :) Sihtric: Tell me where and when, I'll be there. You: Will do in a moment! Sihtric: Sure thing. I gotta get back to work now, lady. Sihtric: Good luck with your meeting x You: Thank you! You: x :)

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You sat outside your workplace, waiting for Sihtric. You could not believe he offered you another ride home and the way he had texted you simply left you flustered throughout the day. Unfortunately your meeting ran really late, and you didn't expect him to even show up anymore as it was already 8pm. But to your surprise he pulled up only 15 minutes after you had called him to apologise and explain why it had taken so long to answer him. And you couldn't fight the smile on your face anymore when he took off his helmet.

'Hey,' you blushed.

'Hey,' Sihtric winked, 'thought you stood me up for a moment.'

'I would never,' you smiled.

Sihtric handed you his helmet again and this time you were prepared and had brought your own jacket with you. And just like the first time, you sat behind him, he pulled your arms around his waist and you enjoyed feeling his muscular body in your arms.

'Detour?' Sihtric asked with a smile, to which you simply nodded. And so you drove around without a plan for nearly two hours, but as with all good things, it came to an end too soon.

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'Thank you,' you smiled when you handed Sihtric his helmet back.

'Once again my pleasure, lady.'

'So, uh…,' you grinned, 'I better start looking for a new car, huh?'

'I'm afraid so,' Sihtric snorted, 'Finan actually thinks you wrecked it on purpose.'

'What?' you blushed.

Sihtric shrugged, 'Yeah, I don't know. Anyway, I guess I should get going.'

'Yeah, I… I guess,' you smiled, 'can- can I hug you?'

'Hug me? Sure,' he smiled, he hung his helmet on his steering wheel and you felt his arms wrap around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Thank you for being so nice,' you said softly.

'You too,' he said, and as you pulled back you felt his hands slide down your arms and he intertwined his fingers with yours while he leaned his forehead against yours. For seconds you both didn't speak, both too nervous and simply enjoying the closeness too much.

'Can I kiss you?' Sihtric suddenly asked with a sly smile.

'Yeah,' you chuckled and blushed.

'Yeah?' Sihtric asked and brushed his lips over yours, before suddenly kissing you hard and quick, causing him to pull back abruptly from your lips, but he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

'M-more,' you gasped lightly with a smile.

'More?' he chuckled and pecked your lips lightly, 'yeah?'

'Mhm,' you hummed with a smirk, making an attempt to peck his lips, but he teasingly pulled away, causing you both to laugh and bite down on your lip. Then you tugged at his shirt and managed to peck his lips quickly.

'More?' Sihtric smiled, before he kissed you eagerly yet short.

And soon you kept giving each other intense but short kisses while constantly pulling each other close and pulling away, tugging at each other's clothes as you both ran out of breath.

'Sihtric, I want more,' you murmured in between kisses.

'Gods,' he hummed, 'so do I,' he kissed you quickly, 'but I want to get to know you better first.'

'Oh,' you sighed before you kissed his lips again.

'I'm sorry if that turns you off, it's just-' Sihtric paused to kiss you again.

'I can wait, it's okay,' you reassured him, pulling him closer.

'I'm sorry, baby,' he whispered before he kissed you again, 'believe me, I want you, lady.'

'Mhm,' you hummed against his lips, 'you do?'

'So bad,' Sihtric sighed and tugged at your shirt, 'I just can't. Not yet.'

'It's okay,' you smiled.

'Are you sure?'

You pecked his lips again and giggled.

'Yes. But you have to go now.'

'Hm, I do,' Sihtric smiled, but instead he kissed you again.

'You do,' you hummed, 'promise you text me?'

'If you promise to reply, lady.'

'Only a fool would not reply to you,' you chuckled and kissed him, 'now go.'

'I will,' Sihtric smiled, and he finally found the strength to pull away from you.

You stepped back and watched him rev the engine once, readying himself to drive off, but before he put his helmet on he looked at you again and beckoned you over. He pulled you close quickly and smiled.

'More?' you giggled as your hands brushed through his hair.

'Please,' he sighed at your touch and felt you grab onto the collar of his jacket, before your lips crashed into his again. And this time the kiss was as rough as before yet everything but short.

'Okay, go!' you smiled when you finally broke the kiss, trying your hardest to not tug at his jacket again.

'I'll go,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed you again, 'I'm going, baby.'

'Mhm,' you hummed against his lips again.

'Fuck,' he sighed, and it was the single most hottest thing you had ever heard.

'You have to go, Sihtric.'

'Yeah,' he kissed you again, 'I will. Just… give me one more?'

And that was a mistake. Your kisses quickly became heated, and you felt his hands squeeze your hips while he held you close. You both trembled as you continued to kiss each other, desperately trying to control yourselves, which became almost impossible when Sihtric moaned deeply at your kiss.

'Sihtric,' you said out of breath, 'are you sure you can't stay?'

'No,' he panted, 'I want to. But I can't, I'm sorry.'

'Why?'

'I'm just….' Sihtric paused to catch his breath, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours again, 'every girl I ever liked,' he paused again, trying to control his trembling voice and hands, 'it's… apparently I'm only good for a fuck. And when I tell someone that I am looking for something serious, you know, for life,' he paused and scoffed lightly, 'I never hear from them again. I've learned my lesson after being stupid many times.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed.

'I'm… I'm sorry, again, if this is a turn off. I suppose I'm just really good at ruining whatever shot I have with someone,' he chuckled sadly.

'No,' you smiled and cupped his cheeks, 'not at all. Maybe… do you want to… stay over? Just to cuddle?'

'I really want to, lady,' Sihtric said, giving you another sweet but quick kiss, 'but tonight is not a good idea.'

'Tomorrow?' you smiled.

'Tomorrow is better,' he smiled back.

'Promise?'

'I promise,' Sihtric whispered and kissed you quickly in between words, 'I promise, promise, promise.'

You smiled at his kisses and weakly punched his chest.

'Go! You're only making this harder, Sihtric.'

'No,' he snorted, 'I can't possibly get any harder, lady.

'Sihtric!' you giggled, 'go!'

'Mhm,' he hummed against your lips once more before you finally pulled away.

'Good night, handsome,' you smiled.

'Good night, beautiful,' he chuckled.

You stepped back while he still held your hand in his.

'Hey,' you smiled, 'drive safe.'

'I always do, lady.'

'I know, just saying. Promise?'

'I promise,' he smiled and pulled you close again for another kiss.

'Call me?' you said with a slight pout.

'I will, baby,' he laughed softly and you kissed his cheek before he finally let go of you.

You watched him ride away and you couldn't believe what had just happened. That hot mechanic was finally somewhat yours? The "somewhat" was enough to make you giggle as you closed your front door behind you, and soon you got in bed and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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You: You didn't call me? Rude ;) You: … I was joking. You: Sihtric? You: Did I do something wrong? You: You're not ghosting me.... are you....

You felt upset at the fact that Sihtric seemed to ignore you. You didn't want to come off crazy, but you decided to call the repair shop. You called twice, but just like when you called when you were stuck at the gas station, no one picked up. You sighed and decided to call Sihtric's number. If he was about to ghost you, you wanted to hear him say it so you could curse him out before you'd hang up. He clearly knew he was good looking, but that didn't give him a free pass to be a dick.

You pressed call and after a few seconds you heard his phone being picked up, and before Sihtric would be able to speak you already began.

'Sihtric?'

You got no reply, just a sigh.

'Sihtric? What did I do? You can't just-'

'No... this is Finan.'

'Finan? Wha-'

'Listen, I saw yer messages but I couldn't answer or call ye. I couldn't unlock his phone, so I hoped ye would call-'

'Where is Sihtric?'

'Sihtric,' Finan paused, 'he-he's been in an accident last night, I'm-'

'What?' you panicked, 'what do you mean? Where is he? What happened?'

'Some bastard prick in a pick up truck ran a red light-'

'What!'

'Look, I'm in the hospital right now-'

'Is Sihtric okay?! I'm coming over-'

'Just… it's… ye can come over. But-'

'Finan! Is Sihtric okay?!'

'It just… ah,' Finan groaned, 'it's… it's serious. He hasn't been awake since the crash.'

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urdreamgirls-dreamgirl · 1 year

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“Tell us about your duties, Steve,” Dustin prompts from behind the camera.

“Um, okay,” Steve shifts nervously. “I mean, uh. I do the shopping, the cleaning, the cooking, most of the repairs around the house…” Steve trails off.

“Cooking?” Will asks, eyebrows raised.

Steve swallows. “Okay, well. Yeah. Cooking.”

“Cooking,” Lucas deadpans, shifting the camera on his shoulder.

“Cooking,” Steve looks directly into the camera as he says it.

“Okay, and uh. How do you usually… prepare the food?” Dustin asks.

Steve clears his throat. “Nancy and Robin like virgins. They say they taste better. Eddie’s not as picky. But there’s this, uh. DnD club at the local university… pretty easy to… invite them here.”

Steve is clearly uncomfortable by the line of questioning.

“So you—” Lucas starts but Will elbows him right between the ribs. He shares a look with Dustin.

~*~

“Okay, so usually I don’t have a camera crew with me…” Steve’s voice is low and his hand is planted firmly on the classroom door in front of him. “Just. Don’t be, like, weird, okay?”

Dustin, Lucas, and Will shift on their feet. “Yeah, man, we’re cool,” Lucas tells him from behind the camera. Steve pushes open the door, plastering a bright smile on his face.

“Steve!” Someone calls out the minute they walk through the door.

Steve turns to the boy sitting near the head of the table. “Hey, Gareth.” The two perform some elaborate handshake. Dustin and Will share another look. “Hope you don’t mind, my friends are working on a student film, they’re just gonna, like, hang out. Get some footage, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, dude, no worries,” Gareth says, grinning towards the camera. “Hey, did you bring any more of those cookies?”

Steve smiles and holds up the grocery bag he’d carried from the mansion. He shifts a look to the camera and quickly looks back toward Gareth. “You think I’d show up empty handed?”

Dustin, Will, and Lucas set up toward the back of the room as the club members take their places around the table, sharing Steve’s cookies and setting up their notes and figures.

“Okay, we’ve got some new members tonight,” Gareth stands and gestures toward the two chairs next to him. “Alex and Truman are gonna try it out with us for this one-shot and we’ll see if they have what it takes to join the party.” Gareth grins at the group.

Gameplay takes a few hours. They’re going to have to cut the footage almost completely, besides maybe the beginning and the end. Lucas actually wants to die a little just thinking about the tape he’s wasted during all this.

Once gameplay wraps, Steve comes over to them, shrugging on his jacket.

“Hey, so Alex and Truman are gonna head out with us,” he whispers. “Don’t be weird, okay?”

~*~

“Once they’re in the basement, it’s out of my hands,” Steve says to the camera, rubbing his palms together. He twitches a little when there’s a scream from downstairs. “I don’t, you know. Kill… anyone.”

“And… how often do you do this?” Dustin asks.

Steve clears his throat. “Well, the DND group meets once a week, but, uh. Generally, I only bring home new members. And then there’s the LARPers that meet on Saturdays, but there’s a lot of overlap. Then there’s the Mathletes. And the debate team. So. I mix it up.” Another scream drifts up through the floorboards.

more wwdits steddie au here

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Ukraine 15 July 2024

testimonial from a missionary on the ground..

Hello friends.

Just to add some perspective on the lady (Svetlana) who had surgery on her hand. I shared not to dramatise such injury. Actually it is a very minor injury compared to others. The thing is these people have lost everything. Their faith is tested as never before. For a lady like Svetlana to receive help from fellow Believers in another country who have never met her is hugely encouraging. She sees the Lord is truly with her in her darkest time. She is glad to be alive but has to start over with just a couple of bags that she could take with.

As you will see in the video of evacuations some people know the day before or even earlier so they can decide what to take with. For some it is even narrowed down to a couple of hours notice. Some have family members that will remain and look after their homes. Others just leave everything as is. Some will never see their homes again.

What does one choose to take with if all one could take is two bags or suitcases? Many elderly folk don't have family members to receive them so it it a step into the unknown.

For those that stay it is a life of day by day survival and misery under occupation. Nothing will get repaired, electricity and water will not be returned in most places. I have been in villages and towns that were taken back by Ukrainian Army. I have met and spoken to locals that stayed under occupation. Their cars were stolen and shops and business premises were looted. Some were kicked out of their homes and had to live in basements, and other places in the middle of winter with no heating and toilet facilities. I went with one brother to his parents home to see what could be salvaged. The Russian soldiers who stayed in the home looted and what they could not take with they trashed and smashed before leaving

We had a similar but not so dramatic experience living under occupation in Crimea. Yes there was no fighting but still quite scary. We could not draw money to live as VISA card stopped working. Currency was changed over night and anyone who did not take Russian passport were denied medical treatment. Even for me as a foreigner. I visited a clinic and was told I could not see a doctor without a Russian passport. They changed the mobile networks and nobody could buy a new SIM card without Russian passports. Things changed literally sometimes by the hour. I could say more. Fortunately we managed to sell our apartment and we were paid in USD, which is a miracle and another story.

We left just with our car (a huge blessing) and a boot load of clothes, etc.

All we had was an address in a city near Dnipro of a church hostel and a promise of an apartment that was empty, belonging to a church member. We left our home to the new owner. Everything was new. It was our dream apartment. The new owner walked into the apartment not having to buy anything. Fridge, washing machine, beds, cupboards, everything right down to cutlery items in the kitchen and bed linen. We got much less than it was all worth. I am not trying to play the victim here but just trying to explain what these poor people face. The Lord looked after us wonderfully and still does so we are not victims but victorious in the Lord. The Lord has been so very good to us but there were times when things piled on top of us. It is thanks to precious friends who prayed, encouraged and supported us all these years, right up to today and continue to do so that we can continue to serve the Lord. We thank God for each person, church and organisation who have walked this journey with us over the years and still do.

May we always be to the Svetlana's of this world that others were and still are to us!!

🙏👍🤝👏

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thenotsosecretdiaryofbiyu · 2 months

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*2024年7月24日-- Our First Typhoon Together <3

Welp, my phone is still wet. Lovely.

So I went out on a side quest to pick me up some rice, and then I ran into Austin, who joined me on my journey around the area. Turns out very few places sell dry rice in the near area, but the Family Mart had some! Too bad the bags were huge and expensive, and when I went up to the counter, the lady told me it was buy one get one (“買1送1”) and although I REALLY didn't need it, I got the second bag too lol. So now I have two bags of rice.

The really cool thing was that right outside the Family Mart was this HUGE temple, so me, Austin, and my two bags of rice went on over to give it a looksee. It was super pretty (當然!) and there was some incense lit up in the ceremonial bowl. I have no idea what god or deity the temple was honoring, and I had no way to look it up either (because my phone was at home), but the statues looked super cool! It's so cool to think about how these temples have withstood so many typhoons over the years, and yet they're still here, beautiful and vibrant.

After that, Austin and I headed back to the hotel, and I joined Jasmine back in our room to start working on some stuff (like this blog post). Too bad my phone is temporarily out of action, because I would totally be working on my final project if I could. Not to mention, the wifi at this hotel SUCKS. Thank God Jasmine is a bro and let me join her hotspot (I would be able to use my own, BUT MY FREAKING PHONE IS BROKEN). Jasmine had her headphones in so she didn't hear it, but I've been making very many unhappy sounds because of my predicament.

I swear, it's always one slight misfortune after another. Hopefully my phone will dry soon, or else I guess I'm really S.O.L. I really don't wanna go to a repair shop and I really REALLY don't want to buy a new phone. All the online articles said it could take a day for the usb port to dry (that's the only thing that's actually wet, my phone itself is fine and was working fine, but it died over night and I can't charge it because of Apple's stupid safety feature that prevents its phones from charging if the usb port is wet, and now it's dead so I can't even override that safety feature). What's really salt in the wound though is that all the online articles I found advise AGAINST using rice, and state that open air is better. So I went on a whole mission and bought overpriced bags of rice for nothing. Super.

But on a brighter (?) note, I'm keeping my window curtains open so I can see the typhoon whip the trees around. At least that's kind of entertaining. Typhoon Gaemi is not supposed to truly hit until later tonight and I have enough food for today so hopefully it should be smooth sailing.

Jasmine and I got to go to the hot springs this morning too, before all the atmospheric chaos and rain, so I'm feeling good. We plan to try out the "Western Styled" hot springs later tonight too, and I'm looking forward to that!

#doyouthinkifImakeanofferingtothetyphoonit'llsuckupthewaterfrommyphone'susbport?plzI'mdesperate

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onethatdoesthesaving · 3 months

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Bad Habits are hard to break

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Bad habits are hard to break.

Habits; the old ones you believe you blocked out, the ones you felt you had let go of. Sam Carver was the one that did the saving, the one that deep inside felt like he was drowning. He was the savior; his brother; the screw up that his life altered having to pick up the pieces. A shell of a back was who Sam was; he worked his ass off through the academy, and somehow it didn’t feel enough. He spent his first few years in the force, the CFD where he bounced around. He kept one duffle of clothing he never fully shopped to create a home in the apartment he lived in. Because why put in the effort when you knew it was only temporarily.

That was until he landed at house 51. The vibe was different, you felt welcomed at home. Not to mention he recognized a familiar face; Stella Kidd now lieutenant. Was he envious of her? Yeah she worked her ass up and she become someone we all were proud of, but Sam knew the brief time period he had a little crush. Was it because she saved his ass? You know one of those hero moments where you life blinked before your eyes and she was the one that tugged me out of near death. She was married; and something told Sam he’d get a beat down if that husband of hers found out. But it was a crush, she wasn’t why he found himself running from the one place he felt like home.

It was his fling with Violet which never quite felt like a fling it felt deep and intimate. It was easy; I didn’t want to be another guy she lost. A person she cared about that she now had to say goodbye to. Sam cared about her; may even be worth to say crazy in love. Our time together was special, I wanted to be the best version of myself with her. And for a while I felt like I was okay, I was on the firm and narrow, even repairing my current apartment, because I planned on staying. But that last call before I went on for low kept slipping through my head. The bad parent; the aggressively brother; I felt like my world came crashing down, the protective nature; the boy who was obviously terrified of his family was me. And I reacted; I put hands on a civilian, I went nuts; and looking back Sam knows he should’ve handled himself different, his bad habits are hard to break. But he felt powerless again, he left the firehouse in defeat; he said the words he harbored inside of him for weeks. I love you; when Violet wasn’t prepared remotely ready to hear it. But in the heat of the moment I felt i had to be clear. The shock, the slight hint of tears in her eyes was the last memory I had of her.

The persistent aching that never left my chest now, and its been two months since I left Chicago. Sam had a countless number of missed phone calls from Stella, from Violet well Violet called once a week and when I would automatically send it to voicemail I think she got the hint I had no interest in being chewed out again. So she only sent messages that said “ Sam.. are you okay?” And I fought the urges to reply, but I couldn’t not until I figured myself out. Those two months Carver found himself in Milwaukee. He wasn’t working as a firefighter; he was doing construction, repairs in houses; on the loadwork of construction sites. He knew why he reacted; he remembered the countless number of times his dad came at him, he was the only physical thing standing between his brother and dad; the scars that shattered his body. But owning up to his mistakes felt like a hurdle of its own. Sam wasn’t ready. He had his tool bag in hand, and he was just walking into his small apartment, when he felt the persistent vibrations from his phone, and brows pushed together as he dropped his bag and closed the front door. He didn’t even look at the chicago number; he just pressed green and answered. “ Hello Tom.” Assuming it was his boss he just left the jobsite now. “ Carver get your ass back here.”

Stella? I asked myself before I could make a lame excuse now she went on and continued.. “ I know you’re a little messed up right now, we all are. And I know I went off that day, we had to look at the image of the CFD but the water is brushed under, I’m worried about you, come home.” A plead in her voice, I could hear movement in the back a whisper from Severide about “You got hold of him.” And I know I’d be dodging every call from Chicago, this was pure luck now. The male sighed as I uttered. “ I don’t know, I’m sure you filled my spot Kidd.” And she was quick to add “ No, it’s yours you never said you weren’t coming back, I held it for you. You messed up, but it shouldn’t define the future you have here. See you soon.” She aired out noting I probably wasn’t going to give a straight answer now. THe male let the line go dead, as he marched into his small living room. Dropping himself down to the couch; a little lumpy, as he thought about it.

Home; the people the family I made, falling in love for real. A home I shattered; and now I was living under a rock of protection from myself; how many bad habits would follow me? Where is my heart and head?

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Invitations Make For Selfish Behavior

[First Day Phenomenon] [Risk & Visions]

Fandom: The Twilight Saga x Life and Death

Pairing: Bella Swan/Edythe Cullen

Rating: Teen

Warning: Blood and blood consumption, grief, and implied homophobia.

Word count: 3,825

Summary: Against her better judgement, Bella accepts Edythe’s offer to be her ride while her car is in the shop. Bella faces bigotry from her classmates, but finds an ally in Jessica Stanley.

January 25, 2005 (Bella’s POV)

I could feel Edythe’s eyes on me as I entered my house. The sound of the door closing was quickly followed by the sound of Edythe’s Volvo pulling out of my unpaved driveway. I forced myself to not peak out the door’s window, less she sees me blushing. I stayed by the door and listened until I heard her car turn off onto the next street. What was it about the bronze-haired goddess that made my slow heart race and my face flush with affection?

I walked down the short front hallway, entered the small dining area, and placed my bag on the small round table in the corner. The walls were wood paneled, and the carpet was dull gray. It was cold in the house, so I tossed some logs into the old furnace that I had walked past on my way into the dining room. Room was a bit of a stretch. The entire house couldn’t have been more than nine hundred and fifty square feet. To the left of the dining area was a kitchenette. From the refrigerator, I pulled out a gallon of cattle’s blood (it was amazing what you could buy at the butcher shop) and poured it into a glass I had produced from the cabinet. Cattle was by no means my favorite, but it would do until I could go hunting and restock my supply of wildlife blood. I settled into the cushioned chair I kept near the furnace. I spent a few moments warming myself and savoring my drink before getting up to search for a phonebook that was lying around here somewhere.

Finally finding it, I returned to my chair and opened the pages to “E” section. I quickly found what I was looking for. “Eagle Auto Repair & Towing”, the auto shop that Edythe had told me had towed mine and Tyler’s vehicles away. I called the number listed. A front desk clerk answered and after explaining who I was and the situation I was put on the line with a mechanic. I was told that my truck wouldn’t be available until Saturday. Holding back a frustrated groan I thanked the mechanic before hanging up. I then tossed the phonebook onto the floor where it landed with a thud. The sound echoed in my ears. To human ears the noise wouldn’t have been noticed, but to my ears the sound vibrated against my skull. It was a nuisance, but I could deal with it.

Back in the kitchen I rinsed out my glass in the sink, washed it, and dried it with the kitchen towel. After which I returned to the dining table where I had placed my bag. I seriously considered forgetting the homework that had been assigned. Surely the teachers would understand why I hadn’t been up to doing it? In the end I decided to just get the work done and over with. It hadn’t taken long at all, and I finished within the hour. I glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was a bit past five pm. So, I returned my books to my bag and myself to the kitchen to throw together a quick dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. After I finished my meal and cleaned the kitchen, I dug out the copy of “Mansfield Park” that I had at a local bookstore. The store’s selections had been low and mostly unappealing, so I was pleasantly surprised to find one of my favorite Jane Austen novels.

It had been over two months since Dad was murdered, since my entire life had been turned upside down, and since then nothing in the world felt right. So, when I found “Mansfield Park” buried among a pile of discount books, I felt closer to Dad than I have in a long time. Charlie Swan had been a simple man. His main goals had been to raise me to be independent and to know that I was loved. And to make the most of his immortal existence. Which meant engaging in the activities he loved most; fishing, baseball and reading. Charlie had been a vampire since 1687 and had found many ways to occupy his time. One of which included reading books. Dad had been partial to horror and mystery novels but had a hidden love for the classics. Such as “Jane Eyre” and “Wuthering Heights.” Then he had me and when I was old enough, he introduced me to his favorite authors and their works. Now, as I turned the pages of my book, I felt my father’s presence.

I methodically turned the pages of the novel, carefully reading each word. Even going back to reread sentences, then paragraphs, and then whole pages. As I read and reread the pages the minutes ticked by. As the minutes turned to hours, I knew that I was prolonging the inevitable lull of sleep. It was my least favorite time of day, or rather night, when I had to sleep. It was the only time when I was completely unguarded. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was the only time that the nightmares took over. Only they weren’t nightmares but were horrible memories that were far too real.

The wall clock chimed to tell me the hour. Eleven o’clock on the dot. Reluctantly, I put my book away and put out the furnace. The whole house steadily became cooler and cooler. I went through my nightly routine. Which mostly consisted of a long hot shower where I spent most of it scrubbing mercilessly at the crescent scar that disfigured my wrist. For several weeks while on the run I had managed to hide out in a mountain home in Wyoming. It had once been my childhood home where Charlie had taught me how to control my vampire abilities. Dad and I had traveled all over the country since leaving Wyoming, but that place had always felt like home. I felt safe there. That was until James found me. He attacked me and I crippled him by tearing off part of his leg, but not before he managed to sink his teeth into my wrist. The fire of the venom as it coursed through my veins was excruciating, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me from escaping. I knew that the pain wouldn’t last long. It would die down to an annoying sting before my own venom completely eradicated it from my system. So, I forced myself to run. To get as far away from James as possible while he reattached his leg and recovered. Now, the only evidence of my last encounter with the sadistic vampire was my ugly scar.

The water had long been running cold before I turned off the shower. I stepped out and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel. I grabbed the brush and worked it through my hair. It was long, dark, and straighter than I’ve ever been. As I worked the bristles through the strands of hair, I took notice of the various shades that human eyes could never see. Strands of mahogany and bistre wove their way through the brush. All the strands and shades of brown twist together to make the dark brown that my school peers saw. Only under sunlight would they see shades of red. My dark hair contrasted with my cream-colored skin creating a striking effect. The fog cleared from the mirror, and I caught sight of my arms. The muscles underneath my smooth skin were strong and lean. I never considered myself vain, but I knew I was beautiful. I knew that I was just as lovely as a vampire.

I placed the brush down on the bathroom countertop. As usual, not a single thread of hair had tangled itself in the bristles. Perk of having unbreakable hair. I dried off, threw on some flannel pajamas, and brushed my teeth. The venom that coated my teeth was acidic to anything that could possibly stain them, but I liked the tingling clean sensation that spearmint toothpaste left behind. My bedroom was a second story loft space that overlooked the dining area. Just like the living room below, the loft space was carpeted. Though rather than gray the carpet was a faded golden brown. I crawled under the quilt of my bed and forced my eyes to stay open. I did not want to face the horrifying nightmare, but as the rain fell against the windowpane it created a hypnotic effect. Bit by bit my eyelids grew heavy and even with supernatural strength I couldn’t keep them open.

The next morning, I awoke to find that neither James nor Victoria had murdered me in my sleep. I considered that a good start to my day. Once I dragged myself out of bed, I poured myself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. The room was still dark as the sun hadn’t even risen yet, but thanks to my superior sight the darkness didn’t hinder my movements. The rain from last night had let up but I could still hear the sound of the morning mist against the walls of my house. Sitting at the kitchen counter, I slowly at the bowl of cereal. As I chewed my food, I considered calling Edythe. The clock read six thirty, that wasn’t too early to call right? I knew that she was a vampire, that she didn’t sleep, but she didn’t know that I knew that. Would it really be so bad if she knew I am a vampire-human hybrid? No, it wouldn’t, but getting Edythe =dragged into my troubles and possibly hurt would be. Perhaps it would be best to keep her at arm’s length. I put the empty bowl in the sink and returned to my room. I rummaged through my dresser and pieced together an outfit for the day. Not sure how I managed to take my time selecting an oversized sweater and faded jeans, but I did. It was just after seven as I laced up my boots. School didn’t start for another hour. To pass the time I brewed myself a cup of tea and sat down on the carpeted steps that led to the loft. From there I could see, off in the distance, the first rays of sunlight breakthrough the trees.

As I sipped my tea, I heard the sound of a familiar engine. I smiled to myself. That was Edythe’s car in the distance, speeding toward the town limits. Soon enough I would catch a glimpse of silver as the Volvo turned onto my street. Just as I predicted, I saw Edythe’s car coming down the street at around eight. I placed my empty mug in the sink and grabbed my bag from the dining table where I had left. I then stepped outside, locked the door behind me, to wait for my ride. As Edythe’s pulled into my driveway, I greeted her with a little wave. Thoughts of keeping her at arm’s length seemed to have disappeared from my mind. All I could see was her bright smile lighting up her golden-rod eyes.

“Good morning, Bella.”

“Hey, Edythe,” I replied as I opened the passenger door and got in. “How was your evening? Did you sleep well?” Of course, I knew that she didn’t sleep at all but what can I say other than I think I’m funny?

“My night was pleasant. How did you sleep?”

I noticed that she avoided the question regarding sleep, but I wasn’t going to say anything. “I slept well enough.”

Edythe had started the drive to the high school which was only a few minutes from my house. The time was filled with simple conversation. She asked me if I had gotten in contact with the auto shop. I filled her in on the conversation that had transpired.

“Unfortunately, my truck won’t be available until Saturday. Does your offer to drive me to the shop still stand?”

“Of course. As does my offer to drive you to school for as long as you need me.” Edythe’s eyes widened as she registered what she said. “I mean it. As long as you need it. My help that is.”

I was amused by her ramblings, but I didn’t let it show on my face. Or at least I hope I didn’t. No point in embarrassing the poor girl further. “I understood what you were trying to say. And I appreciate it. You’re sure you don’t mind being my chauffeur for the rest of the week?”

Why wasn’t I turning her down? It was too dangerous for her to get close to me. It’s not like I couldn’t walk. And if it rained, so what? That’s what an umbrella was for.

“I don’t mind at all. Really Bella I’m happy to help you.”

“And your siblings don’t mind? How are they getting to school?”

“They don’t mind. They’ll be taking Rosalie’s car. Trust me, she’s happier driving her own car than sitting in the back seat of mine.”

Edythe turned into the school parking lot which was already filled with the student population. As I stepped out of the car, I felt the eyes of my peers. It must have been quite a sight to see the mysterious new girl with one of the elusive Cullens.

“I’m going to be the talk of the town again.” It wasn’t a question. I already knew my day would be spent fending off questions about yesterday’s accident. Edythe, who had also gotten out of the car, looked around the sea of students.

“I would say so. Would you like me to walk you to your first class? I could fend off any intrusive peers.”

I came so close to turning down her offer, but I just couldn’t do it. As much as I knew it was bad for her to get close to me, I found myself craving her company. So, like a fool I said yes. Edythe and I walked side by side. I took the chance to admire her from my peripheral vision. Edythe was slender and petite, just an inch shy of my five feet and four inches. Her bronze-colored hair was pulled up into a messy twist. Curls fell from the updo to frame her face. She wore a pale lavender sweater that hugged her curves and the color brought out the delicate lavender of her eyelids. If I didn’t know better, I would think that Edythe was wearing eyeshadow. The sleeves were rolled up and the material was too thin to provide any protection from the cold, but I knew the weather didn’t bother her. We stopped in front of Building 3 where my English class is held.

“Would you join me for lunch?” Edythe asked me before we parted ways.

‘Just say no. You can’t get any closer to her than you already have. Say no.’

“Yes. I would like that.” ‘Dammit.’

Edythe smiled at me as if my answer just made her day. “Well then I’ll see at lunch time.”

I simply nodded my reply too afraid I’d say something stupid. The smile remained on Edythe’s face as she bid me a good day. I entered the classroom and took my seat. As the other students filed in Mike stopped by my desk.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Cullen?”

“Edythe? How do you mean?” I had a pretty good idea what he meant, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“You know. You two looked pretty cozy. People will start to talk.”

“Firstly, anything between Edythe and I is nobody else’s business. And if people want to gossip about two teenage girls because their own lives are so boring and unfulfilling then that’s their business. Secondly, the only thing between me and Edythe is kindness and a ride to and from school because your buddy’s reckless driving put my truck in the shop.”

Mike’s blond hair and hyperactive personality made me think of a golden retriever, but that wide eyed and gaping expression on his face brought to mind the image of a goldfish. Mr. Mason, the English teacher, entered the classroom before Mike could respond.

“Mr. Newton please take your seat.” Mike walked away from my desk, still appearing to be in shock. As the remaining students took their seats the school bell rang. I kept myself from cringing at the shrill noise. Truth be told, I had never been to school before now (Dad home-schooled me) and had no idea that a school bell was so loud. It made my ears ring and my head throb. I hated that stupid bell.

The rest of the morning couldn’t go by fast enough. If the student body wasn’t talking about the car crash, they were talking about the rumors that were being spread about Edythe and I. Were humans really so backwards in their beliefs surrounding sexuality? I knew they had negative opinions, but I was so used to the acceptance of vampire law that I didn’t consider how humans viewed the subject. I had never had too before now. The bell that singled the end of fourth period rang and the students rushed out, eager to get to the cafeteria building. I was among the last of my classmates to leave and I was stopped by Jessica.

“Hey Bella. How are you doing today? I hope that all this talk hasn’t gotten you down.”

“Not really. It’s annoying, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to think everyone thinks that way.”

“So, you don’t…” My voice trailed off.

Jessica shook her head, her dark voluminous curls bouncing as she did. “Nope.”

By this point we’d reached the cafeteria and pushed through the doors.

“Are you going to sit with us today?” Jessica asked referring to herself and her classmates whom I had sat with yesterday. “I promise to keep Mike and Lauren off your back.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m actually supposed to sit with Edythe.”

“With just Edythe? Or with all the Cullen-Hales?”

I stopped in my tracks. “I’m not sure.”

Something about sitting with five vampires I didn’t know made me feel incredibly on edge. I began looking around the cafeteria and noticed Jessica doing the same. I spotted the Cullens at their usual table, but Edythe wasn’t with them.

“Bella look.” Jessica directed my attention to the other end of the cafeteria where Edythe sat at a table by herself. She gave me a little wave when she saw me staring. I blushed and waved back.

“Come on Bella, lets go get you some food so you can get your flirt on.” Jessica and I grabbed our food and went our separate ways, but not before she wished me luck. I approached Edythe’s table.

“Is this seat taken?” ‘Smooth Bella.’

“Please, help yourself.”

I sat down in the chair next to Edythe, setting my tray on the table. Edythe grimaced at the food.

“That does not look appetizing at all.”

I looked down at the greasy slice of pizza, salad, and bottled lemonade. “It’s not so bad.” ‘It’s actually worse.’

“Are you sure about that?” Edythe had the cutest lopsided smirk. She couldn’t read my thoughts, but she could clearly read my face. I picked up the greasy pizza. I took a bite and chewed slowly. Gah! What was with school food tasting like cardboard with tomato sauce?

“See, like I said, not so bad. But perhaps I’ll stick to just the salad.”

Edythe chuckled. That’s when I noticed she didn’t have a tray of food. ‘Wonder what her excuse will be?’

“Where’s your lunch, Edythe? Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I had a big breakfast this morning. I’m not very hungry.”

I nodded my head and bit my bottom lip to keep from smirking. I picked up the plastic fork from my tray and dug into my salad. After a few bites and a sip of lemonade Edythe got around to asking the questions I knew she would eventually ask.

“May I be forward, Bella?” I nodded for her to continue. “How did you get out of the way of the van? That was an impossible feat.”

“Just must have been lucky I guess.”

“That was some incredible luck.”

I shrugged. “I had an adrenaline rush. It’s very common in a life-threatening situation.” I ate some more salad and drank some more lemonade. “Was that your only question?”

“I have a few. Were you perhaps bitten by a radioactive spider?” The corners of her lips curled up indicating that she was joking. At least mostly.

“Certainly not.” ‘As if a spider’s pincers could break through my diamond-hard skin.’

“Then perhaps kryptonite is involved?”

“You do know that kryptonite weakens Superman’s powers? It’s not the cause of them.”

“Well, there goes my best theories.”

We laughed together. Ever since I met Edythe, I found myself feeling lighter than I have in a long while. There was a time when I’d didn’t think I’d ever laugh again. Not since Dad…since Dad…

“Bella. Bella!”

I blinked away the tears that had blurred my vision. Tears fell down my cheeks, the intense cold of the venom slightly stinging my skin. Of all the human traits I could’ve inherited, why did crying have to be one of them?

“I’m sorry. I just thought of my dad and I…” I choked on silent sobs and couldn’t get the words out. Most of the town, if not everyone, knew that my dad had died even if they didn’t know the truth of how. They just knew the story I had spread around town.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” The pad of Edythe’s thumb brushed against my cheek wiping away the tears. A pulse of electricity tingled against my skin. My face warmed with the rush of blood to my cheeks.

“I’m sorry…”

“You do not need to apologize.” Edythe interrupted me. “You have every right to be upset over such a loss. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m alright. Thank you though.” I wiped away the rest of my tears with the sleeve of my sweater. “What is it we were talking about?”

“You were shooting down my carefully constructed theories.” Edythe lightly teased me.

“Oh, yes. Radioactive spiders and kryptonite. Groundbreaking theories.”

I took a swig of lemonade then used the sleeve of my sweater to wipe away the rest of my tears. The lunch hour continued on without any more waterworks from yours truly. Edythe and I walked to Biology together and after my last class of the day, Edythe was waiting for me outside of the gymnasium. After dropping me off at home she wished me a pleasant evening and sent me away with a promise to see me in the morning.

Only two more days. I could allow myself the pleasure of her company for two more days. What would it hurt?

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